Frisky and Mad Dog (Cock Drives us Crazy!) Dog City is well known as a city that never sleeps, mostly because there’s bound to be one dog that gets antsy at night without company. For Bugsy Vile’s gang, that dog in question was the ever anxious Mad Dog. Normally he’d keep quiet sitting at the foot of his master’s bed, but every few nights he would be kicked out to the kennel whenever Bugsy and Ms. Kitty needed their alone time. That meant the whimpering weirdo was Frisky’s problem. “Gah! Tonight of all nights!” Tonight, Frisky wasn’t n the mood to put up with it. The chihuahua stormed around the hideout, stomping and waving his arms. He stopped just short of pulling his fur out in frustration. “The boss never gets busy on Sunday! This is gonna drive me crazy!” Mad Dog’s whimpering was the only thing that stopped him short of screaming. The dope was pawing at the ground the whole time Frisky was on the verge of losing it. That was pretty standard really. The loom was always needy at night, and being kicked out of the dogfather’s bed was always upsetting. Normally it was Frisky’s job to keep him entertained when that happened, at least until he passed out. Tonight though, the chihuahua had places to be. “Ugh! C’mon, Mad Dog! I’ll play with ya’ later!” He crossed his arms and stared down the whimpering, mad-eyed mutt. It pretty obviously wasn’t getting through to him. Frisky would have to give in if he had any hope of not letting him break his way back into Bugsy’s room. “Ah! Okay, fine! Five minutes though! Just five!” That livened the lunatic up right away. In an instant he went from whimpering to begging and drooling. Frisky rolled his eyes at the sight, feeling like he’d been played, but he’d already folded. So, he just shook his head and went looking for Mad Dog’s balls. Luckily they weren’t hard to find. Less luckily, the phone started ringing the moment Frisky got his paws on ‘em. “Ah! Just a minute!” With a start, the little crook tossed Mad Dog’s toys aside and out the window. Mad Dog jumped right after them, not minding the glass, while he tended to the phone. “Dogfather’s residence! Second in command speaking!” He was grinning ear to ear when he picked up the phone, always eager for the chance to play up his importance. He started sweating the moment the dog on the other end of the line spoke. “Oh! It’s uh… you. Yeah, I know it’s Sunday! I got caught up with somethin’.” Mad Dog made it back into the hideout with a second big crash that would have sent Frisky reeling if he hadn’t been shaken already. Skilled as he was at fetching, he brought in both of his toys at once and set them right on the chihuahua’s lap before sitting up and wagging his tail to beg for another throw. Frisky was too distracted to keep playing though. “Bring him along? What are you nuts?” Frisky started tugging on his collar, and Mad Dog’s ears started to ring. He lifted one high to try and hear the other end of the phone. “Trust me, man, you don’t want this guy around for that.” Mad Dog didn’t get much of the other side of the conversation, because Frisky got hot under the collar a second later. The rush of steam that came out drowned out most of the other dog’s voice. “O-oh! Y-you’ll do that thing for me, huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah! I got it.” Slamming the phone down, the chihuahua smiled at his big friend. “Okay, you know what boy? Time for walkies! What do you say to that?!” Mad Dog smiled right back at Frisky, tail wagging wildly. He didn’t catch much, but he could smell just about anything. And the smell Frisky was letting off was making him excited for a real caper; one that would really get his tail wagging. --- “Oh? Well, hey, don’t keep me in suspense, Elliot.” Back in the studio stroke apartment where renowned animator Elliot Shag did his work, there was a sudden annoying distraction. Elliot looked up at his prized poster of Ace Hart, Private Eye Dog. The character in question was curious about his latest prospect. “Frisky taking charge for this one, huh? Kind of a new spin. I like it and all, but where do I fit in.” “Oh, well you don’t really fit in to this caper, Ace.” Elliot smiled nervously at his muse for a moment before turning back to his work. He was shaking a bit when he lifted the page to start the next scene, well aware of the suspicious gaze he was getting. “I mean, you’re a real dog’s dog, right no need for that mushy stuff.” Ace grimaced for a moment, but didn’t drop his suspicious look. “Mushy stuff, huh? Yeah, you’re not wrong. Still what’s Dog City without Ace Hart?” He crossed his arms dismissively. “Doesn’t sound like much of an episode without me in it is all I’m saying.” “Well it’s not exactly an episode, Ace.” Elliot scratched his ears. “It’s umm… more like a bit of world building you know? What Frisky gets up to, his connections in the mayor’s office… you know. Stuff like that.” He smiled to himself, and his tail started to wag as he pondered the idea. “A couple of new big fans mentioned they wanted to see more of him. I figured anything for a fan right?” “Those toy poodles that moved in down the hall were interested in the little guy, huh? No accounting for taste, I guess?” Ace shrugged. “Well, no sense wasting time in wasting time then, right? Come on let me see what you’re up to. Come on!” Elliot shivered a little bit as he thought about it. For some reason, the idea of letting Ace in on the proceedings felt taboo. He wasn’t totally sure if that excited him or not. “Well, if you really wanna hang around to watch.” He nodded and drew the private eye into some nearby bushes. “Just don’t hassle me about your new assignment watching over the mayor’s office, okay?” --- Frisky and Mad Dog made their way to the mayor’s office as casually as a couple of well known crooks could possibly manage. That’s to say, Frisky was constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being watched, and Mad Dog was mindlessly following along and sniffing at everything they came across. In spite of their vigilance, neither of them noticed the ace detective watching them from the bushes. That was partly because Frisky dropped his guard and tried to look confident the second he got in sight of the office windows. “Now, listen up, Mad Dog, this guy’s my main contact in the mayor’s office, so don’t go ruinin’ this for me, got it?” He shot a calm side-eye at the brutish goofball and straightened his tie while he snarled at him through his teeth. All that the implicit threat got him was an inquisitive bark from the lunatic. If Mad Dog even registered the threat, he definitely wasn’t bothered by it. “Eh, we don’t do names. Let’s just call him my Sunday friend, kay?” Frisky started to sweat again for a moment but Mad Dog didn’t inquire further. He just kept up his usual drooling smile and nodded back. That gave Frisky enough confidence to rap his knuckles on the office door. Ace leaned in close, curious to know exactly who the crook was meeting up with, and for that matter, why. He wasn’t surprised to see a small, fluffy dog in an ill-fitting pinstripe suit answering the door. Sure it was odd that Spunky, the mayor’s aide, was around this late, but it wasn’t that suspect. What was odd was the cheerful way he greeted the known crooks at his door. “Oh! You really brought him?!” Spunky smiled and immediately leaned down to pet Mad Dog, getting the weird pup’s leg beating in no time at all. Interestingly that set Frisky off too. Before he had a chance to lavish Mad Dog with even a couple seconds of attention, the chihuahua had grabbed his paw and pulled it away. “Ah! Someone’s jealous…” “Yeah, yeah! Come on, let us in already.” Frisky was practically dancing when he leaned in close to the other small dog. “All this waiting’s driving me crazy! I’m already late for my treat! Come on!” Before Ace could quite process what the crook meant by that, they were gone. With his grip on Spunky’s paw, and with a nice violent kiss, he shoved the mayor’s aide back into the office in an absolutely mad rush, with Mad Dog forced to excitedly dart in before the door slammed shut. --- “Uh! Hold up a second there, Elliot!” Ace tried to slow things down for just a moment as it finally dawned on him what he was spying on. “Gonna explain to me why I’m here? I think I’m gonna need a darn good reason to stay on a bust like this.” The animator of this little scene shook his head and snickered. Nervous as he’d been a moment ago, he was starting to get excited to share his little project. “No time to waste, Ace! You heard, Frisky right? Today you’re finding out all about his connection in city hall.” Elliot smiled to himself as he flipped to the next scene, already outlined, and drew Ace into his perch, spying through the window. “You were the one who wanted to stay and watch.” --- “You don’t have to rub my nose in it, Elliot.” Ace grumbled as he peered through the window. Sure enough, he was finding out all about Frisky’s hook up in city hall. He knew it when he saw the pair outside, but peeking through the window confirmed it was a very deep connection. Spunky was what you might call a professional brown noser, and it was clear now those skills applied to a lot more outside of his profession. He was deep in Frisky’s rear by the time Ace made it up to check on the couple. His eyes were fluttering while he fondled the chihuahua and breathed in his scent. It must have been intoxicating. Frisky was grinning ear to ear and seated right on the mayor’s chair, goading him along. “Yeah, you love it, don’tcha?” He was shivering, very aware of the cold on the rest of his body while Spunky warmed up his rear. It was unusual for the crook to be seen without his broad-shouldered suit, but right now that had been tossed aside along with Spunky’s baggy pinstripes. “Don’t forget to give it a nice big kiss for me.” He almost sounded suave the way he said it, and he was absolutely greedy in the way he reached down to pet the other dog. Spunky responded to that well, immediately moving his snout up to sniff at Frisky’s cock while he opened his mouth and kissed the chihuahua’s rear, French-style. That really got Frisky shivering. He even had to put a paw on his head and shut his eyes just to keep it together a little. “Nggh! You’re driving me wild down there, man!” His paw grabbed tight to Spunky’s fur, and the hint of red poking out of his sheathe started to spurt, just a bit. Spunky’s talented nose picked up on that right away, darting to where the splash landed in an instant while he adjusted his kiss. “Gah! Okay, okay! I give!” The dog below didn’t stop though, continuing to plant his big wet kiss on the chihuahua until he started to hear him laugh. It didn’t take long. Frisky was sinking back into the chair and cackling in a few extra seconds while Spunky fondled his chest. Once that was done, the fluffy mutt pulled off of him and caught his smile. “Hehe, glad you approve, ‘boss.’” He held his tongue out, drooling a bit while he shared the smile with Frisky. It was, surprisingly genuine the way Frisky smiled back. “I think someone else likes it too, seeing me get you ready.” Mad Dog had sat in the background for most of the show. If he hadn’t been so wide eyed all the time, he would have been looking right at the pair; and Ace not far behind them besides. As it was, it wasn’t totally clear he was paying attention, outside of one or two obvious signs by his legs; his wagging tail, and his hard, red-hot rocket. Spunky looked at that part of the excited boy with a big smile on his. Frisky, in spite of himself, couldn’t stop himself from glaring. “Yeah, big guy must be jealous.” The chihuahua scoffed, making a point of petting the dog under him and pulling him a little bit closer. “Don’t pay him no mind, kay? He can take care of himself.” “Aww, come on? Don’t you want to let the poor thing have some fun too?” Spunky leaned into the petting, and importantly, leaned in close to Frisky’s cock. That got the crook shivering again, enough he couldn’t really refuse, just stutter. The stuttering did increase in volume once Spunky lifted his leg though. “Here, boy!” With an invitation, Mad Dog’s eyes and body straightened in an instant, and it was less than an instant later before his snout was pressed between Spunky’s legs and drooling right over the smaller dogs cock. If he had been a single half-second slower, he probably wouldn’t have made it, let alone gotten a whiff. The second he got there, Frisky was on top of him before Spunky could even coo his approval. “Hey! That’s mine!” The possessive chihuahua landed a solid blow to Mad Dog’s noggin before interjecting himself plainly between Spunky and the loon. Tail still wagging, Mad Dog rolled right over and smiled up at the pair. “A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,” he hummed, sounding oddly delighted. His delight was only matched by Spunky, who smiled smugly behind his jealous crook before petting him. “Don’t be like that, ‘boss.’ He just wanted to get me ready for you.” He chuckled, turning Frisky’s glare away from Mad Dog and towards him. Frisky’s surprisingly genuine smile came back in an instant when he saw Spunky and set a paw on his fluffy hip. “Hey, we’ve talked about this. This,” he punctuated the thought by moving his paw across the hip and groping Spunky’s balls, “This is just for me, got it, stooge?” With that claim made, he aimed to prove it right away. He dropped his head down and started cuddling up to the cock playfully, fondling and sniffing at it until it was nice and hard. At that point, Spunky was allowed to coo in approval and start petting again. Mad Dog, message received, was allowed to enjoy watching. He reached down to start pawing at himself, and leaned in just close enough to not touch while his drooling went into overdrive. “Okay. I think I’ve seen enough Elliot.” Ace, for his part couldn’t help but feel he was snooping the more intimate things got. Sure, a private eye dog took on all sorts of cases, but this was just a bit out of his wheelhouse for five bones a day. Of course, as Elliot assured him, the scene wasn’t quite over. “You’ve still got a job to do, Ace.” The animator was starting to enjoy himself a little too much, tail wagging even more. Shamefully, it was definitely more exciting now that his muse had chosen to get himself involved. So, he involved him a bit more. Suddenly, Ace had a camera in his paws. “Gotta make sure to get the evidence right? Make sure you nail your shot.” And before Ace could do anything more than grumble back, the scene shifted again. Frisky had his prized possession out of its sheathe and was greedily savoring the taste while Spunky panted and adored him. Frustratingly, Elliot had positioned Ace just poorly enough to see neither of their faces. Spunky suggested a remedy for that though, admiring the larger, pulsing rocket next to the pair. “He’s you’re flunky, right, ‘boss?’” He smirked. “How about we share him? Just for a second?” Frisky glared up at him with one eye for just a moment, but then Spunky scratched behind the chihuahua’s ear and really made him shiver. “I’ll do that thing you like some more, and then I’ll really give it to you.” The smug expression on his face drove Frisky absolutely crazy, and he practically seized up before he finally pulled his tongue back into his mouth. “Ugh… f-fine.” Much as he whined, his tail was wagging just about as wildly as Mad Dog’s. “Y-you better do it right then, capiche?” “Do I ever not?” Spunky snickered and pulled Frisky close, dragging him towards Mad Dog’s crotch at the same time he pulled their face’s together. Frisky gave him his answer, smiling that genuine smile again before going in for another kiss right above the larger dog’s aching, now spurting, red-rocket. And the moment the pair broke that intimate tongue tie, Mad Dog was happily greeting them, legs spread wide and eager. “Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.” Both of his bosses rolled their eyes but nodded together, silently agreeing with him. And soon, he was covered from knot to tip in intimate kisses himself. Frisky was, in spite of every protest, by far the more eager of the pair. He went at the larger dog’s dick with just as much wild greed as he had Spunky’s, kissing and licking every inch with focused intimacy even though he didn’t need to tease it out. He only stopped briefly on occasion to lock lips with the dog he’d come to see, and that dog was always ready. In spite of his eagerness, Spunky focused little on the licking, just enough to entice the mad dog. Most of his efforts were spent admiring Frisky. And after one touch of their tongues right around Mad Dogs tip, his attention went fully to Frisky. “Good boy, ‘boss.’” He scratched the chihuahua’s ear again, really getting his shakes going. “You keep it up and I’ll get your favorite toy.” All Frisky could do was whimper and nod, excited as he was. He got right into position, keeping himself close enough to lick at Mad Dog’s knot from all fours. It took every ounce of control to keep his body from shaking out of Spunky’s reach, but he did it, long enough for Spunky to get behind him and give him another deeply intimate kiss. “Ah! Yeah! Come on, stooge!” His tail wagged out of control, and he hugged onto Mad Dog just to keep himself still. With Spunky’s help grabbing his hips, he just about managed it, at least until Spunky’s cock was finally pressed up against him. “You’re driving me, CRAZY!” When Spunky finally pushed into him, all hope was lost. Soon both lunatics were vibrating like cheap robot dog toys underneath the government stooge. It was impossible to tell who was shaking more between Mad Dog’s mad panting and Frisky’s furious screeching. Even Spunky got in on it quick enough, his tail bushing out to near twice its normal size while he desperately tried to hold on and keep pounding at his little crook. Embarrassing as it was, Ace was shaking right alongside them. He lost track of time and space while watching the show. Soon, he was panting with the trio, watching through the camera lens and trying and failing to keep it steady. About twelve perfect shots passed by him before he was snapped out of it by Mad Dog’s howling. The big boy was the first to cum, or at least, it looked like it. He was the one who came all over at least. With Frisky hugging tight to him and rubbing all over him, he couldn’t contain himself. He seized up wildly and started splashing all over his boss in no time, adding to the vibrations with an unnerving, jittery quake while he did. And boy, did he just keep cumming, covering his stomach and Frisky’s vicious smile in a nice coat of foggy white. It was then that Ace caught on to his opportunity. Shakey as he was, he managed to notice that Spunky had gotten his knot in. The stooge was drooling and delirious while he continued to hump away, and Frisky wasn’t far behind him. After one more vicious shake, the little guy was staining the mayor’s carpet right alongside Mad Dog. Ace noticed it when his smile went from vicious, to dizzy. With them stuck like that and Mad Dog in afterglow, he might just have a moment he could catch a pic and get away. “Now’s your chance, Ace!” Well, really, Ace only spotted his chance when Elliot mentioned it. Truth was, in spite of himself, he was stiff as a board and barely able to fumble with his camera. Luckily, the animator was generous enough to provide him with a freeze frame to give him the barest minimum of a chance. “Uh… r-right…” His morals nearly stopped him again as he lined up the camera, or maybe it was his arousal. After all, there was no way this plot was going to get moving again until he took his shot, and it was a really pretty picture. “Okay, just, give me a second.” He fumbled maybe a minute more, giving time to allow the animator a chance to breathe, then, with a flash, the camera caught the trio right on tape. The flash made Ace shiver as violently as the other dogs, ‘cause the moment it went off, every eye was on him. And while Frisky and Spunky were too stunned to do much, as it turned out, Mad Dog didn’t have much of a refractory period to speak of. The last thing the detective saw was the still cumming canine crashing through the window. --- Ace woke up tied to a desk and thrown for a loop. For a second, he thought everything from before was a dream, or, hopefully, a sick, twisted joke. But if that was the case, the joke wasn’t over. “Uh… Elliot… why am I naked.” Once he’d blinked away the blur, he saw he was in the mayor’s office naked as the day he was born. “I’d think that’d be obvious, Ace. Don’t worry, I get the feeling you’ll like this more than I thought, right?” Elliot’s voice rang out, laughing in Ace’s ears for just a second. Then, the laugh got a lot more high-pitched, and a lot more sinister. Frisky made himself known, sitting in the mayor’s chair next to the very embarrassed mayor’s aide. “Looks like we got a pervert on our paws, eh? I gotta admit, Hart, I didn’t take you for a freak like that.” He was laughing, but his glare was vicious while he cuddled next to Spunky. It almost would have been cute if it weren’t for the fact that he was probably about to ice the detective. “Hey now, let’s not do anything rash.” Ace grinned as charmingly as he could manage at the pair, really showing his own winning smile off. “How’s about you untie me and this all stays between us? Promise I won’t tell a soul.” For extra emphasis he added the puppy dog eyes. Frisky was unfazed. “Yeah, yeah, I bet.” Shaking his head, he pulled out the camera Ace had brought along with him. “Nice try, but I know a quid pro quo when I see it! Mad Dog!” Hearing his master’s call, Mad Dog jumped again and, in an instant, he was all Ace could see, and all that he could feel for that matter. He pounced right on top of him, making a very good point of where he positioned his wagging behind, right above Ace’s groin. “Mad Dog ain’t had his bone yet. What do you say you give it to him, shamus?” “Uh! E-Elliot!” Ace groaned under the other dog’s weight. In spite of himself, he was starting to get aroused good and quick. After the night he’d just had, that was no shock. But even at his lowest, he had always remembered an old bit of advice about where to stick it. Mad Dog was definitely not his first choice. “Get me out of this!” Despite his pleas, Mad Dog continued writhing on top of him and even leaned in to give him a kiss. Somehow, that just made Ace more aroused, much as he tried his best to close his eyes and think of baseball. Then, a camera flashed, and it all stopped. “Mmmm… give me a moment to think, Ace.” Still aroused, the private eye squirmed. The animator above him was humming to himself. “Oh yeah, those guys are gonna love this.” Up above, Elliot was starting to groan. “Elliot!” Ace shouted, immediately aware of what was going on. Embarrassing as it was, he would rather the action keep going at this rate than be left waiting for dog knows how long. “Don’t you dare leave me like this! Elliot!” Elliot barely listened. His ears twitched, but his eyes were shut, picturing the next scene. He’d put his brush down for a second to deal with something just a bit more important at the moment. He chuckled as he listened to Ace’s desperation. By the time he’d finished, maybe the detective would be more excited for what came next. “Hehe, don’t you worry, Ace.” He groaned, his own cock throbbing in his paw. “Mmmm… I’ll help you out, just as soon as I finish helping myself…”