Chonies and Garbage “Oh Captain, you’re such an… an animal…” Chonies sighed. Captain Garbage was always so rough with him during their private time. This time he was teasing the chihuahua, rubbing up against his intimate parts over his jumpsuit. He had only taken the chance to zip it down far enough to reveal Chonies’ belly. One of Garbage’s paws was taking advantage of the opening, running up and down his med-tech’s chest, but the other just kept teasing. “St-stop… teasing.” Chonies moaned and shut his eyes as he turned his head toward his lover. The captain’s scent was distinct against his nose as he pressed against him. Garbage barely bathed, so if was always strong, but this close it was overpowering. The chihuahua could smell the arousal in it, the pheromones were obvious to a well-trained mind. Being so close to his captain made him whimper. Thankfully, the captain took mercy on him. “It’s okay, Chonies, you don’t have to beg.” The chihuahua’s eyes shot open when Garbage finally slid his paw down into the crotch of the jumpsuit. It crawled right under Chonies’ underwear too, rubbing right against the dog’s still-covered erection. Garbage a smiled at him the whole way. It was an adorable, charming grin, only slightly damaged when Garbage spoke. “Looks like this dog found his bone.” The chihuahua couldn’t stop himself from giggling. It was only partly because of the joke though. It was also a reflex when Garbage squeezed his knot. His second reflex was to reach out and place his own paw atop the corgi’s. “G-Garbage…” His giggling kept him from thanking the captain out loud, but it was clear from the way Garbage lowered his eyelids and nodded that he understood. Knowing he was safe with the captain, Chonies shut his eyes again and allowed his reflexes to kick into overdrive while Garbage ran his paws over him. His ears curled back, and his tail started to slam against the bed. His giggles kept going for a moment, but soon morphed into a helpless whimper. All the while he allowed himself to be overwhelmed with the scent of Garbage as he pressed himself against his lover. Eager as he was, the small dog didn’t last very long. It was barely a minute more before his leg started to kick and his body started quaking. Moments after that, he came, splashing his spunk all over the inside of his jumpsuit. He barely regained control of himself in time to stop from shouting, instead choosing to bite his lip to avoid waking his crewmates. “I love you, Chonies…” Garbage whispered sweetly into the chihuahua’s ear as he caught his breath. Chonies soaked in the feeling of his captain’s love. “I love you too, captain.” He sighed. His heart was pounding, and he could still barely breathe, but he felt so safe. He wanted nothing more at that moment then to fall asleep in his captain’s arms. “Cardiac stimulation increased in excess of standard parameters. Simulation shutdown.” The cold, feminine voice of the computer jostled Chonies rudely out of his fantasy. “Oh, come on!” He grumbled under his breath. “I probably barely hit 160 that time…” Chonies whimpered and groaned as he opened his eyes to his sadly empty bed. “I really need to adjust those standards, or at least change your voice.” He took a moment to keep catching his breath as he stared out into the room beyond his bed. It was mostly dark and quiet, but he could swear he caught some kind of movement in the corners. Admittedly, looking through blurry eyes and a pair of virtual reality goggles was probably playing tricks on his senses, but for the sake of his heart rate, he decided it was at least worth looking closer. All it would take was a quick click of the collar on his nightstand to turn the lights on after all. Thankfully, turning the lights on settled any doubts about his vision. Though, his heart rate did spike a moment more when he saw the movement had been caused by a dog in black clothing huddled in the corner next to his door. He was too dizzy to jump though, thankfully, instead just lifting his head and raising an eyebrow. “Ed?” Without missing a beat, the dog responded with a cheerful point and a wink. “Chonies!” He laughed and stowed the hood of his costume away in a quick motion. “Sorry to barge in, just needed to grab a little something.” He coughed as he lowered his pointing hand behind his back. When it came back up it was missing something, but Chonies hadn’t taken the time to register what it was. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be leaving.” “W-wait! H-how long were you there?” Ed shrugged, his smile not shaking for a second. “Oh, I just came in, barely saw a thing… this time.” He chuckled and started sidling toward the door. “This time?” Chonies blushed, suddenly very aware of his still very much open jumpsuit. He zipped up with a shiver. “H-how many-” “Oh, Chonies.” Ed interrupted with a wave of his hand. “Let’s not get hung up on details like that. Just pretend I’m not here, after all you’ve never seen me before, right? Why should this time be any different just because you finished a little faster than usual?” At this point, the terrier had nearly made it to the door. Chonies stopped him just before it opened. “W-wait!” Thankfully, Ed listened. “Um… you won’t tell captain Garbage, right? Don’t want any distractions on our next mission, you know…” He rubbed his paws together nervously as spoke. He had to look away too. He didn’t have much hope that Ed wasn’t already out the door by the time he’d finished his sentence after all. “Wait, you really haven’t told him yet?” Ed was cheerful, but not mocking. “How did you manage to get those then? Snag a pair from the laundry room?” He pointed to the spot on the bed next to the chihuahua. Chonies didn’t have to look up at him again to know what he was talking about though. Reflexively he grabbed for the underwear sitting next to him and tried to hide it. “Heh. Didn’t think you had it in you.” “That’s not what happened!” The chihuahua groaned and tried to glare, but his blush easily ruined the effect. It was hard to keep up against Ed’s casual grin anyway. So, he played it casual, closing his eyes and lifting his chin. “Captain Garbage gave them to me as a good luck charm. All I had to do was ask.” Chonies was shocked when he felt the terrier’s paw on his shoulder. Enough to jump aside and reflexively pull the undies beside him up as a shield. That proved to be a bad idea, as Ed quickly snagged the pair from him. “No kidding? Even I didn’t think Garbage could be that dense.” He took a very brief look at the corgi’s briefs before tossing them back at Chonies. The chihuahua had to pull them off of his face quickly before he started shivering. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to tell him you want to sniff his privates?” “You can’t just say it like that!” Chonies groaned and glared genuinely this time. That idea was particularly idiotic after all. It wasn’t like he just wanted to sniff Garbage’s privates. Ed shrugged and hopped off the bed, stashing a set of high-end virtual reality goggles as he went. “Then tell him you love him. Not like there’s much difference.” With the tension broken he made his way casually to the door. Chonies was too happy to see him leave now to even think about why he’d been in his room in the first place. “Either way, the band-aid needs to come off sometime.” Chonies wanted to argue, but he couldn’t find a proper way too. Ed had to be wrong about just confessing. Garbage was his best friend, what if he said no? Before he could wrap his mind around that thought, his rising heart rate was interrupted by the sound of his communicator ringing. “Crew to bridge! We’ve got a new mission! I have a good feeling about this one!” Captain Garbage chipperly chimed in through Chonies’ collar. The captain’s confidence was enough to calm him and bring a smile to his face. Even if that confidence was probably unearned. “Ah, well you heard the captain. To our posts lover-boy.” Ed chuckled and was gone in a flash. Luckily for him, Chonies completely forgot about the goggles that he’d lost when he cheerfully responded to his captain. “Be right there, captain!” --- “Well, I think that mission was a success.” Garbage strode proudly out of his ship, the Pluto, with his head held high in spite of the burn marks on his jacket. His crew was significantly less enthusiastic. Though most of them groaned a vaguely positive affirmation as they climbed the ramp down to the M-Bark. The only exception was the captain’s loyal med-tech, who enthusiastically nodded along. “Right, captain. That last explosion barely even injured anyone.” He chuckled while he wiped a bit of soot off his fur. “Umm… except the aliens.” “It was a satisfying victory boom, wasn’t it?” The corgi’s smile was as dashing as he could manage. “You know, I think that might have been my best negotiation yet! They didn’t even chase us after we took off, they were so impressed.” He had a spring in his step as he strode down to join the crew. Chonies kept step right behind him, but his spring down was interrupted by a surprise smack to the back. Thankfully, the one doing the smacking caught him just before his face hit the floor. “Whoa easy there, Chonies.” Ed smiled and dusted his friend off just long enough to snag a few spare dollars. “I know you’re eager, but we don’t need you tackling him right in the hangar.” “Ugh. How long are you going to hold that over me, Ed?” Chonies swatted the terrier’s wandering paw away and rolled his eyes. He wanted to play it off, but there was something about Ed’s smile that made him start shaking. He was always up to something after all. “Not long, my adorable friend, not long.” Ed shot his friend a wink. Chonies tried to ignore it and head back towards Garbage and the rest of the crew. The captain was gathering everyone for a trip to some post-mission dining, and he didn’t want to miss out. Ed let go of him for just long enough to let him drop his guard. Then, he gave him a shove right towards Garbage. “Oh! Captain Garbage, Chonies needed to talk to you!” The swat was seamlessly in line with the terrier’s step. While Chonies went tumbling straight into the captain, Ed walked right on to join the crew. Garbage, thankfully, only barely reacted to the chihuahua plowing into him with a squeak. He just turned curiously and grabbed Chonies by the shoulder. “Oh yeah? What’s up Chones? Too busy to come along.” Ed covered for Chonies before he could think of any way to get himself out of the situation. “It was something about a good luck charm. We’ll wait for you two at the diner.” Chonies pupils shrank, and his ears twitched at the mention of Garbage’s gift. The captain reacted with similar twitching ears. “Oh yeah! Hey, you still wearing those, Chonies?” He grinned ear to ear and looked down at his med-tech’s groin, and his nose twitched. “I don’t smell ‘em on you?” Chonies’ spine stiffened. The corgi showed no concern for personal space, leaning down and inching closer to find the smell. “O-oh! Th-they’re still in my room, captain.” The chihuahua shivered for a moment, but relaxed when Garbage looked back up at his face and away from his groin. Garbage looked confused though. “Yeah? Huh, didn’t think they would give you any luck back there…” He shrugged. “I guess they still worked though, since you survived all those explosions and all.” “Y-yeah. Thanks, captain.” Chonies blushed. He couldn’t help but think back to what the lucky undies had actually been used for, especially this close to Garbage and his scent, spoiled as it was with the burnt smell coming off his jacket. “They, um, definitely made me feel lucky.” “That’s great to hear, bud.” Garbage patted his friend on the back. “I might, need those back soon actually, since you mentioned them. Ed, said he wanted to play cards later.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “You know I’m going to need all the luck I can get for that.” “H-huh?” Chonies’ ears drooped. “I-I thought you wouldn’t mind if I kept them a little longer? I’ve got um something I wanted them for tonight.” Despite the somewhat sad look on his face, the chihuahua’s blush deepened. “Some important… calibrations?” His voiced cracked when he tried to think up a good lie. He wasn’t even sure what that could mean. Garbage wasn’t sure either, thankfully. “Oh, calibrations huh? That does sound important.” He scratched his head. “But… umm… maybe I could give you something back? I’ve got my second luckiest pair on! Not as well-used, but they’re pretty lucky!” The chihuahua paused for thought, but it was hard to think. Garbage was shaking him and holding on closer. Plus, he couldn’t help thinking of Ed’s idea. The captain had been really nice when he asked him for a lucky pair of underwear. “W-well… th-there is one thing I can think that would help. D-do you think you could help with... i-if you want, I mean.” As usual, Garbage didn’t even think to hesitate and consider what his crewmate was asking. “Absolutely, Chones! Anything for my best bud!” “O-okay!” Chonies ears perked up again, and he smiled up at his captain. There was no guessing how far this would go, but Garbage’s confidence was amazing. He couldn’t help but feel more confident himself in the corgi’s smiling presence. “Then f-first, we’ve got to go to my room. Come on!” He’d intended to grab Garbage by the paw and lead him after that. However, when he grabbed him, Garbage took the lead right out from under him. Before he knew it, the chihuahua was being carried under arm toward his own bedroom. --- Once they’d made it to the room, Chonies was already in a haze. He laid out his request plainly, bolstered by his captain’s confident smile. First it was a simple request. “Get on the bed.” Then it got harder. Garbage had grabbed his own briefs and started playing with them by the time Chonies finally got the nerve to climb up to the bed and say it out loud. “S-so, captain Garbage, um… C-can I sniff you?” Without hesitation, Garbage nodded. “Sure, buddy. Just say where?” He even leaned forward, and Chonies was sure he could see his butt wiggling. The chihuahua couldn’t stop himself from trying to hide his blushing then. Garbage actually looked like he was into the idea, but Chonies had trouble getting past his own fear. Still, he had asked already, he had to clarify. “I-I mean, can I sniff y-your privates? You know, your b-balls.” He shut his eyes. He could feel his heart-rate spiking. “Oh dog, how could I just say it like that?” “Sure thing!” Garbage chimed in so confidently it sounded like he didn’t even hear Chonies’ whispering. Chonies was pretty sure he hadn’t heard right at first, but he did feel himself calming down. “I was wondering when you’d ask. You did seem pretty into my lucky briefs.” Garbage laughed for a second. To the chihuahua’s surprise, he sounded nervous too. Of course, when Chonies opened his eyes, no sign of those nerves was there. He was smiling as confident as ever, and his shirt was already off. He was already going for his belt too. “Oh, wow…” Chonies’ pupils narrowed, and his tail started to wag. His whole body wagged with it once the captain’s belt buckle parted. “C-captain!” Garbage paused when he got to his pants. “So, you want it straight, right?” He rubbed himself a little and pulled his pants apart. It was a very deliberate move, Chonies noticed, practiced even. It clearly showed off the corgi’s balls, pressed against his underwear. “Or should I leave these on?” Chonies couldn’t think of what to say. His mind was roiling, and his vision had narrowed into a near-pinpoint on that bulge. He tried to focus on taking on taking in every detail he could visually. However, whether it was the psychosomatic impact of seeing his captain naked or the actual removal of the captain’s clothes holding in his scent, the smell was already overwhelming all other senses. Worse, it was making him painfully aroused. “Uh, Chones.” The captain inched closer, sending Chonies’ mind spiraling further. With the bulge bouncing in front of him, he knew that he needed to get closer to it. However, he wasn’t sure how to approach. He thought about diving in and just pressing his nose against the captain, or maybe pulling the underwear down and going straight for his balls. Beyond that a million other possibilities crossed his mind about getting to actual sex. Thankfully a paw on his head quieted most of those thoughts. “You there, Chonies?” “Not now, Chonies…” The chihuahua mumbled to himself. “Just go with the flow.” That was what the Garbage in his simulation would usually say. And the real Garbage definitely approved. “Yeah, that’s right, pal. Just do what comes natural right? Don’t think about it too hard.” The corgi pet Chonies’ head and pressed it down. It was calming, and the chihuahua couldn’t stop himself from going with it. Soon, he was allowing himself to be overwhelmed with the scent of Garbage again. It was the most powerful he’d ever smelled it. The med-tech’s paws moved automatically, like well-honed machines. One ran down to his own groin, pressing up against his still covered crotch. The other pressed firmly against the hem of Garbage’s briefs and pulled them down. It took more effort than he expected to pull the briefs around Garbage’s cock, and it also was more intimate than he’d imagined, with Garbage setting his larger paw on top of Chonies’ and helping him to guide the pants down. Soon, thanks to that teamwork, Chonies was face to balls with his beloved captain. He savored their scent. It was one-hundred percent concentrated Garbage. It smelled just like the rest of him: unwashed, musky, and oozing charm. The chihuahua had always wondered about kissing the captain, but kissing these was just as tempting. Going with the flow, his tongue darted out wildly over the pair alongside his nose. Chonies only barely noticed the captain’s cock rising out of the fuzzy sheath while he lapped at it. Garbage was pressing it out with a firm, massaging pace that the chihuahua recognized. He was using the same massaging to bring his own dick out in full now. The thought of the captain’s own private sessions passed through him and made his whole body wag alongside his tail. Then the captain spoke up again. “I see this dog likes to play with balls.” He snickered, and Chonies was instantly snapped away from the charming scent by his voice. When he looked up, the captain’s face was just slightly obscured by his dick, which he gleefully wagged in the chihuahua’s face. “But I bet this good boy would like his bone too, huh?” Chonies eyes practically sparkled, even though his lids narrowed behind the captain’s red rocket. “Oh, captain…” he sighed. It sounded dismissive, but he was smiling. It was just like he’d imagined it. “What? That’s a classic.” Garbage chuckled again and continued to pet at Chonies, eventually running down the chihuahua’s neck. Chonies didn’t argue with him anyway. He enjoyed the smell of the bone and the taste. It was less thick than the scent of the captain’s balls, and saltier too. It was just as charming though. He enjoyed it for a good long moment before the petting suddenly stopped. He almost didn’t notice it at first, overwhelmed as he was by the smells and tastes. However, when Garbage pulled his paw away, he became grossly aware. It was so much less comfortable. He reflexively pulled back, standing himself up on his hands and looking to his captain for reassurance. The scent lingered distractingly on his nose though, so he couldn’t properly ask. All he could say was, “C-captain?” Garbage shook his head, and for a moment Chonies felt panic. Then the paw came back, landing on his shoulder, and he felt calm again under the captain’s smile. “Hey, it’s not fair you get all the fun smells.” His grinned widened, enough to show just the hint of fangs. “Let’s get you undressed too.” “Uh, y-yes, captain…” Chonies responded automatically. He didn’t manage to do anything though, not even reach for his zipper. Somehow despite what was happening, it still came as a shock that the corgi would want to see him just as much as he had wanted to explore the corgi. So, it was left to Garbage to reach over and unzip Chonies’ jumpsuit, at least until it got stuck the first time. Once that happened, the chihuahua had to look down, place his paw over the captain’s and guide him while the corgi slid the suit down his back. At some point the zipper was down and he was able to leave it all to Garbage, who was quite happy to lay Chonies down and peel the rest off. “Just like a banana.” He chuckled, and Chonies couldn’t help but giggle with him, though only because his undies were exposed to the cold air. It took a final lift of his legs to finish the disrobing, so he was left there, under his captain, legs raised, and with his jumpsuit being tossed callously away. It was nerve wracking. Then, the captain went to finish the job, and something close to panic set in again. Garbage started by licking his lips and reaching down. Then, just as his med-tech had, he let canine instinct take over and plunged nose-first between the chihuahua’s raised legs. Chonies lost it then, throwing his head back and laughing. He reflexively covered his face to try and stifle the giggles, but it didn’t do much good. The corgi’s nose was warm and darting, it tickled all over, and at the same time, every press made the chihuahua’s dick and heart thrum. And things only got worse, or maybe better? It wasn’t long before the captain had pulled the chihuahua’s briefs out of the way. It was an easy task thanks to his still raised legs. Once there was skin to skin contact, the feeling went from tickling to overwhelming. The chihuahua’s little legs squeezed around the corgi’s head, but they didn’t do anything to deter him. Chonies didn’t want them too. Garbage was licking him all over, recklessly and with a forceful determination. He couldn’t even begin to describe how wildly it made his synapses fire. The only thing that came even close to calming him was Garbage’s paw set firmly on his belly. “G-Garbage! C-captain!” He wanted to call out more, specifically to ask for more, but after getting out the captain’s name he could barely even catch his breath. His chest felt like it was on fire, and his whole lower body from his cock to his tail felt like it was melting under the corgi’s wandering tongue. Then, it stopped. It wasn’t sudden, and it wasn’t total. Garbage dragged his tongue away slowly, running it up Chonies’ ass and balls, and he left his paw on the smaller dog’s chest. However, the stop at all was painful, and the chihuahua jerked his head up shakily in an attempt to see why. He saw a panting, and somewhat concerned looking corgi who had moved to a position above him, where they could easily look one another in the eye. “Whoa, Chones… Your heart’s is going crazy…” He panted evidently getting worked up himself. “You okay, man?” The chihuahua nodded. He wanted to go into an explanation. Maybe he could explain the risks and that he knew them, or he could talk about the cardio workouts he’d do or how he’d get back to a healthy rate after. However, with his chest pounding as much as it was, the nod was the only way to not waste his limited words. He had something more important to say. “T-take me, captain. I want you… to breed…” Chonies had to catch his breath for the last word, but he hoped the captain got the meaning. Garbage stopped panting just long enough to shoot the chihuahua a comforting smile, then nodded. “I’ll trust you on this one, bud.” He scooted forward then, it would have just taken the right thrust to deliver on Chonies’ request, since his legs had stayed high. However, Garbage always liked to go the extra mile. So, instead, a hand slid under the chihuahua, and with a heft upwards, he was pulled into a tight hug on top of his lover’s lap. Things went blurry about then. Chonies buried his face in the corgi’s shoulder as his last conscious action. He allowed himself to be overwhelmed by the scent, comforted by it. Between the pulsing in his head and the pain that soon pounded through his rear, it was the most pleasant sensation he could focus on. And right now, pleasure commanded the moment. He came almost immediately on penetration, coating the captain’s belly thrust after thrust. Garbage took much longer, forcing the chihuahua to endure a painful firing of nerves all over, one that should have driven him crazy. However, Chonies was somehow able to ride it, like a wave. “Just hold on Chones… yeah. Like that… you’re doing great.” Every bit of encouragement kept him buoyed on that wave. Garbage didn’t stop for a moment. Even when he did finally cum, plunging the chihuahua down to sit right against his knot, it was with a compliment. “Oh dog, Chonies! You’re amazing!” It was comforting, and so was the way his scent changed when it happened, flushing Chonies with even more pheromones. After that, the little dog had several long minutes of his captain’s orgasm to get used to the feelings of the embrace. The overstimulation just became a lovely pulse as splash after splash of cum dripped out of him, and the captain’s bear-like grip became a comforter of warmth. Even the pulsing in his head, once it had calmed down to a reasonable pace, became a pleasant rhythm. It helped that, at some point, it started to match up with Garbage’s heartbeat. --- Things came down after what seemed like the longest twenty minutes that Chonies had ever timed. He was left absolutely exhausted once it was done with, laying flat on his bed on top of uncomfortably bunched-up blankets and staring up at the ceiling. “Wow, captain. I always thought that twenty-minute orgasm was written out in the recoding.” “Heh, me too, bud.” The captain had recovered much quicker. He had already gathered up his clothes and was preparing to hop off the bed. Though, for the moment he was sitting up against the headboard, proudly lifting his head on his arms, still nude with his lover. “Guess it just takes the right dog? Whatever, right?” He chuckled. “Myth or not, it was a blast.” “Yeah…” The chihuahua just sighed. If he could get a toy properly programmed, he planned to relive that experience. He was already trying to think of just how he could do it. Then Garbage reminded him he wouldn’t have to. “We’ll have to do that again sometime.” The corgi patted his med-tech on the head and smiled. “Whenever you need to do those calibrations again, you call me first, okay?” Chonies didn’t even think to correct whatever it was the captain was thinking. He just blushed, happy to hear that he might not need his simulation again any time soon. “O-of course, captain!” He gained the strength to turn over just in time to follow Garbage as he climbed off the bed. “I-I’ll tell you before next takeoff?” Garbage turned back and nodded. “You got it, pal.” He winked, and that full confident smile struck the chihuahua right in the heart again, almost as hard as the pair of underwear that smacked him in the face shortly after. “Take care of my second most lucky pair until then, okay?” Uncertain how to respond, Chonies pulled the undies off his face and tight to his chest. His captain was already on his way out, singing to himself about how lucky he was today. They shared just one last wave before the med-tech’s door shut. Chonies then took the moment to hug that lucky pair and get just a few more words out. “I love you, captain.” That particular confession would probably have to wait. But with a little more confidence from Garbage, he was sure he’d get it out in no time.