“Heeeeere’s Duster!”

The heavy-set anthro dog bursts through the saloon doors, arms spread wide, to cheers and raised glasses from the other creatures inside. “Hello folks! Hope ya’s don’t mind, I’m bringin’ company…” With a grin he holds one side of the door open for you. You step from the sunny outdoors into the window-lit interior, sunbeams making trails through the light dust in the air, and your eyes take a moment to adjust before you can observe all the characters sitting around.

Not a single one of them is clothed on their lower body! Fuzzy sheathes and scruffy balls abound; it’s almost impossible to swivel your eyes anywhere without them landing on some person’s junk. A cheetah passes you with his heavy uncut cock bouncing against his thigh, a horse leans on the bar with her whole pussy out. They’re all wearing their usual jackets n’ shirts, though, which really makes their pantsless-ness seem even MORE naked.

Everyone, that is, except for Duster, who makes quick work of observing the entry sign;

“Leave your britches, so we may see yer weapons!”

“It’s a bottomless saloon, after all. Undoing the buttons that hold his fly shut, then unlatching his belt, the weighty canine grabs the leather at his waist and pulls down. His white undies slip with his pants, their rim visibly straining to slip over the very apparent sheathbulge that they’re containing. Another pull, and Duster’s furred pouch suddenly bounds into the open, the sheer heft of it giving a couple small bounces until it settles. Drawing lower, his huge balls slip into the air, and the gshep lets go, pants collapsing into a pile around his paws. He steps out of them, throwing them over the storage rail with a slew of other sets - then turns to you.

Oh no - you, too? “You’re up, kiddo!” As embarrassing as it might’ve seemed to go bare in a public spot like this, with everyone else doing just the same it makes you weirdly comfortable with it…. It’s just the happening thing! You nod, and Duster beams with pride. In moments you’ve got his hands around your waist, and he yanks your bottoms down without even undoing them, suddenly baring your junk to the room, to a cheer of ‘AAYYY!’ from all the constituents. Actually, now you feel it, it’s kinda comfy to give your cheeks some air - they were getting stuffy in there. You feel some eyes on you - but you’d been eyeing everyone else up, so you figure… Fair game!
”

A big paw to your back leads you toward the bar, where an equally undressed coyote tends the taps. A few beers later and any discomfort you may have had has started to evaporate, as you chat with the barkeep and your canine friend.

“I said, ‘wanna go down the courts?’ An’ cus he’s from England, he thought I meant like, ‘take ‘em to bed’ - well, that sure worked out either way!” Duster gives a jolly chortle, patting you on the shoulder with that heavy paw, holding his mug in the other. The longer you spent there, the more open and outgoing he’d gotten; and you’d discreetly scooted your stool closer to him. Now with an arm wrapped around you, the side of that imposing, comfortably soft stomach pressed all up against you, his fur lightly matted against your body. “Y’know you’ve been real good comp’ny to me the last couple days,” Duster says with a big, warm smile, “thanks fer humoring me to a few places.” You can’t help but smile back - this big, soft teddy bear of a dog practically looming over you with all his affection, his fuzz emanating warmth into you.

“Ah-ah-” You’re interrupted by the barkeep, who taps the sign behind him with a smirk. It reads simply - “NO BONERS at the BAR”. It takes Duster a moment to figure out who he’s referring to, before looking down at himself.

“Ah, heck. Ya got a big dog excited…” Your eyes follow his down to see the thick, dull-pointed tip of his dick insistently bulging through the slit of his sheath. It’s a pleasant blue - not the colour you’d expected - but it sits well against the browns and beiges of his body. Having his arousal recognised only stirs it further and Duster’s hand comes up to his face embarrassedly as his upper shaft spills out of that fat cockpouch in time with his heartbeat, sliding into the open, spreading that slit to yawn and stretch in accomodation. “Heck, d’ya mind uh - helping me out the back? Wouldn’t wanna be, y’know, offendin’ the establishment…” He peers toward you, and then at the barkeep who simply maintains his smirk; clearly this is exactly what the sign’s there to precipitate. You give him another nod… Who wouldn’t wanna get closer to this much man?

“...At the back of the saloon are a couple of alcoves covered by red curtains, not quite hanging all the way to the floor. Duster opens a paw in gesture toward them, and with your boosted confidence you stand, take him by the hand and pull him that way, hauling his huge frame off the too-small stool and practically marching him past the other patrons, each giving the pair of you encouraging looks. One stall is taken, the curtains’ height letting you see the pair of knees and paws belonging to some occupied couple - but the other is empty. You push the dog inside and enter yourself, drawing the curtains behind.

Duster’s back touches the wall, and he rests paws on his thighs, visibly trying not to touch himself as you approach. His cock continues to engorge even despite that, twitching and plumping, growing to an almost ridiculous thickness as his knot develops within the sheath, bulging it out something fierce. This confident, outgoing canine is reduced to a horny-shivering mess simply by waiting for you to touch him, and momentarily you just watch him, seeing more and more of that big blue cock appear. Rather than going in hands-first, you walk up, slip your hands around his stomach and press a kiss squarely into the middle of the fuzz n’ fat, an action that seems to tease more noises from the dog than if you’d just grabbed a handful of his balls.

Projecting an air of confidence for your friend, but quietly intimidated by the sheer amount of dick rising out of him, you turn and open one of the lube sachets provided on the wall, bending over the bench before you and smearing fingers down over your entrance. It doesn’t take much of this encouragement as Duster’s hands are soon felt roaming your waist, sliding up your tail to draw it out of the way, and he gives one more check with you. “Heck, you’re pretty… You ready?”

“Mhm~” you respond. Delicately, Duster pushes his hips forward to frot the upper half of his blue cock between your cheeks, leaving smears of lube and shots of precum up your tailbase and the valley of your ass. Fortunately you’re already a little trained up on your own toys - you’re gonna need every bit of that training right now. He presses and pumps with his hips, the absolute tip of his shaft snagging and teasing you open, the gentle dog waiting until your body feels ready and then -squeezing- the broader part of his tip into you.

It takes all of your concentration not to tense in that moment. He presses in, and in, seeming to get impossibly thick before his shaft narrows subtly again, offering some respite, and you feel his developing knot bump you in the butt. This far in, his stomach’s resting over your lower back, a bit of comfortable cushioning as you stand spread by half of the dog’s cock, the massive bulb at his base -obviously- too big to go in. Instead he rocks back, drawing a few inches of shaft out and stretching you out over that wider section again, and he starts to pump, easing through you again and again, tongue-out panting as he does so.

What started as quite an intense stretch mellows out as he goes, your body acclimating to such a large insertion. Duster leans his head back and rolls his eyes, losing himself to the feeling of you - you feel a bump against the backs of your legs, and you realise that the imposing dog isn’t standing, but rather had been kneeling to your level. “Hnnfh, excuse me, I gotta-” he starts before straightening his legs, standing fully upright. What you feel in that moment is brand new to you. His huge cock is anchored deep enough up your body that it lifts you with him, heaving your legs off the ground and your back end into the air, leaving your hands to grab the bench and keep yourself under control as he thrusts forward and down, driving himself into you repeatedly.

You blush something fierce - having taken the lead you find yourself very much along for the ride, the dog’s libido urging him on, driving his fat blue cock down into you, leaving you practically hanging off his dick midair! Lewd slapping, smacking sounds fill the air as his knot tries to join in, finding no purchase, instead bouncing off your back end each time he drives inward. Seeming to be in no hurry, Duster just soaks up the feeling of your insides, groaning and growling, working you open more and more as the minutes pass. Nonsensical pleasured vowels come spilling out of your mouth, any initial discomfort giving way for bliss as you’re rended wide open, time slowing for the repeated pump, pump, pump…

“Through that trance, Duster gets himself more and more worked up, erecting and stiffening even more while he’s still fucking you. You can feel warm shots of pre fired under pressure through your innards, large enough that they accumulate and come spilling back out of you around his mammoth of a penis. You’re down there under your friend for long enough that you barely even realise how stretched-out you’re getting, now easily swallowing down the canine’s big boner. Having relaxed up to this point it’s a delicious shock when Duster SHOVES with a particular fervour, his knot having freed from his sheath somewhere in the midst of all the pounding, and holy -fuck-... The thing goes in. No mistaking it - his shaft shunts another few inches deeper and there’s an actual schlrrrpp-POP as a bulb that’s a fair fraction of your waist width suddenly plunges into your hole, swallowed up entirely. Duster HOWLS, his knot expanding again with all the new pressure and sensation, and you feel him shoot up you, his cock’s belly bulging and his tip bursting ropes of cowboy cum that fill your stomach and subtly balloon it out, hanging lower under you with the weight of his jizz.

He leans forward and grabs the wall, hurling shots into you, all while his knot stiffens and engorges up to its full size… Fuck, that stretch is good. Your entrance would never have taken it at this size, but those squishier inner bits can handle it fine, your body practically creaking as it acquiesces to the absolute size of this monster. Your feet dangle freely in the air, your body locked to his.

Panting through the last of his orgasm, Duster looks down at you, and as the sex-addled haze leaves his eyes you can see him come to a realization. “...Oh.”

“You realize at the same time. That knot’s not gonna go down, not for hours! You each give a squirm and a pull, and while that does shunt the colossal bulb around in your ass with a pleasing tingle, there’s just no way it’s gonna come out at this size.

“Heck, so uh… Do you wanna just, own it?”

“Like go out there, as we are?”

“Yeah, I mean you can just sit in my lap, y’know…”

You consider your options - stay hidden in here ‘til after the bar has closed, or give people a show.

“Fuck it, we go. Just, hold me up, yeah?”

The big dog grins, and nods. Delicately looping his paws under you he draws you up to himself and rests your back against his stomach, your head resting to his chest. Re-angling his dick shifts it again, you can feel it disturb the huge volume of spunk currently occupying your body, and your swollen tum sags down under gravity. Duster opens the curtain, supports you with his paws, and saunters out to even more cheers from the other patrons - no hiding what you’ve done!

“With him still embedded in you like you’re some cock warmer, he bashfully sits at the bar, leaning back to get you as comfy as possible while he goes down”

The barkeep eyes you both up, a glimmer of pride in his eyes for you - and he nudges the ‘no boners’ sign with a finger sarcastically.

‘Hey, if ya can’t see it, it don’t count!’ Duster chuckles, the resulting twitch of his dick budging against some sensitive part inside you, and you moan involuntarily.

The barkeep can’t help but laugh out loud - nor can Duster - and the three of you are soon set off, cackling through the lazy atmosphere in the bar and the cozy clutch of your insides over him.

Art by TimebombDogArt