Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

Heat

This idea was given to me by a book called Rut 'n Heat by Mihaliel . It's a great book and I highly recommend it, as I thoroughly enjoy it and can't wait for updates.
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Mitch looked at the door, worry on his face. His dogboy, Scott, was going through his first heat and he didn't know what to do.

Every since he woke up, Scott has been whining in pain and painfully horny.

Mitch didn't know what to do at all. He knew Scott wanted to be bred, but he didn't really know how to go about that.

He couldn't very well ask Kirstie to bring her doggirl over to fuck. That'd be weird and awkward as all hell.

The reason Scott was locked in a room was because he kept trying to rub himself on Mitch's leg.

"H-hot.... h-hot..." Scott whined through the door.

Mitch felt bad. He though of one option that wouldn't be very awkward, but it'd be weird.

It was a last resort, but he could help Scott out. He didn't really know how to react, himself, to the thought. Scott ruthlessly pounding into him. He'd think it'd be weird, and something like that was morally forbidden.

But he didn't want to see Scott suffering anymore.

"I know I might end up regretting this later on, but..." Mitch hesitantly opened to door and, almost immediately, Scott bounded out.

Mitch walked into his room, Scott basically wrapped around his leg.
"Mitch..." Scott's voice was rough and hoarse; an octave lower than usual.

Mitch sat on the bed and stared at Scott. He was, admittedly, attractive. Blonde locks that only patted around his drooping dog ears.

With a final sigh, Mitch made his decision.
"What do you want, Scotty?" He said, barely above a whisper.

"Breed... so hot..." Scott said in short pants.

Mitch, with a struggle from Scott being so damn big, picked Scott up and pulled him into his lap on the bed.

Through Scott's basketball shorts, his large tent poked Mitch's chest. Scott grunted on contact and start to thrust violently into Mitch's chest.

Mitch reached up and tried to stop Scott by holding his hips, but Scott was much stronger and bigger.
"Breed... want... breed." Scott whined.

Mitch grabbed the tent in Scott's shorts, causing the blonde dogboy to whine and thrust even fast into Mitch's hand.
"What do you want, boy?" Mitch asked.

He was, much to his dismay, being turned on by this. His thoughts were racing as he stared at Scott's tent. It was absolutely massive, almost two of his own.
"Breed..." Scott whined.

Mitch bit his lip, thinking he could still back out of this and act like nothing happened. He felt his mind being made when Scott whined in pain.
"Hot... too hot..."

With a final bit to his lip, Mitch said words that he felt wouldn't be able to turn back from.
"Do you want to breed me, Scotty?"

Scott, a bit too eagerly, nodded.
"Breed... breed Mitch." He whined.

Mitch pulled down Scott's shorts so that they were at his mid thighs. Scott's length basically sprung out, hitting him in the face and causing Scott to whine again.
"Woah." Mitch whispered.

Scott was far bigger than Mitch originally thought. He had a wide girth and was at least 10 inches.
"B-breed... breed Mitchy... breed." Scott whined, pouncing on Mitch and trapping him on the mattress.