Spike and Ein “Come on, Jet. What was the point of even buying this thing if we’re not gonna use it?” Spike twirled the wacky pair of goggles on his finger. His shipmate, Jet, had bought the stupid things for a job, tracking down a lead in virtual reality allegedly. Spike would have called it a waste of money if he’d been there for the purchase, but as long as they had it anyway… “Just one game, bud. I even scrounged up a player 2 controller.” Jet was insistent though. He shook his head and walked away without a second thought. “I told you already, after last time, I’m never touching that mess again. Get Ed to play with you if you need attention so bad.” “She’s asleep.” Spike yelled back at his partner before he could make it all the way out of earshot, flinging his head over the couch just in time to watch Jet vanish down the hall to his room. Then, with a sigh, he started talking to himself. “It’s not like I can play anything interesting with the kid anyway. She’d just get weird about it and try to break the system or something, right?” There was a muffled shout that responded to him, surprisingly. Spike couldn’t make out a word of what Jet was saying, but he got the implication. “Don’t get me started on that freeloader.” He mumbled to himself and threw his head forward, back to a nice, stable slouch. “Probably charge me for the privilege. I don’t want to think about if she tried to get all buddy-buddy or worse.” He shook his head and rolled the goggles around his palm again. In the corner of his eye he noticed the crew’s corgi, Ein, staring at him. For just a second, Spike was sure the pooch was upset with him for waking him up, but he brushed that off quickly. “Looks like it’s just you and me, partner.” He chuckled to himself when he slapped the goggles on the corgi. Ein complained with a bark, but if he wanted the goggles off, Spike was sure he would be able to manage. So, he ignored the pup’s barking as he slid his own goggles on and started browsing through the games. To Spike’s infinite disappointment there wasn’t much worth looking at. After being greeted by a start-up screen, all that popped up was a menu of options on a painfully bright blue screen. There was a web browser, something that probably led to the old SCRATCH website, Solitaire, and Tennis. “Isn’t the whole point of these stupid things to live in a different reality or something? Who’d want to go to another reality just to play tennis?” He laid back and shut his eyes for a moment just to get away from the blue. It probably wasn’t worth wasting his time, but it’s not like he had anything better to do. It was either browsing for virtual spank material or tennis at this point. So, he reopened his eyes and leaned forward to reach for the keyboard, opting to play tennis if he had nothing else to do anyway. Then he spotted an oddity. In the right corner of the screen, and by extension the far corner of his eye, he spotted one more option that he hadn’t noticed before. It was an icon of a smiling corgi. The app looked like it was called “Stray Dog Strut.” Spike couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “Heh, what do you think of that, boy?” He chuckled and clicked around with the keys until the program was highlighted. “Screw it, why not. In honor of you partner.” With one more devil may care click of enter, Spike sat back and waited for Stray Dog Strut to load up. Ein must have understood him, because he barked in affirmation just as the program loaded up a menu. The menu in question was just a bunch of dog faces, all with the same happy smile that the corgi from before had. Right above it was written, “Select Your Character!” in big, colorful letters. “More menus. Looks like this is paying out already.” Just about every breed of dog was represented, at least every breed Spike recognized. He clicked lazily through a few options at random, past a bulldog, a corgi and a dalmation. He ended up landing on poodle before clicking the enter key. The choice probably didn’t matter much anyhow, so he didn’t bother to stress over it. He was surprised when a second cursor appeared right after though, scrolling immediately to corgi before locking in. Spike was only allowed a second to wonder about how Ein managed to work the controller without the keyboard before the screen went black. An instant after that, most of his senses went black as well. He was only aware long enough to notice the phrase, “Autonomic nervous system override activating,” chime into his ears, and there was the faintest feeling arousal that accompanied it before he lost consciousness completely. --- When Spike blinked awake, he was back in the Bebop as if nothing had happened. He felt oddly groggy, admittedly, but that was probably just the normal result of waking up from such an odd dream. A yawn shook him as he lifted his head, sending a shiver down his entire body from head to tail. His tail felt particularly stiff, actually, and he turned to look back at it and give it a wag. It was the same tail he remembered, long and mostly shaven with a single, puffy ball of green fur right on the tip. It was somewhat unresponsive though, taking a gargantuan effort just to get it to even shift against the fabric of the couch. Worse, trying to move his tail was bringing on a massive migraine. Turning away from it, he lifted a paw to his forehead and shut his eyes. Moving the limb was similarly groggy, and the puffball on his wrist rubbing against his fake eye was annoying as ever. Closing his eyes didn’t help much either. Rather than getting rid of the migraine, it just distracted him with a bunch of weird images flashing over the blackness. Mostly images of a familiar corgi striking a few suggestive poses. Spike whimpered, suddenly noticing another part of his body that was feeling stiff. He could hardly believe he was horny with a migraine like this, but the corgi of his eye just wouldn’t leave his head. A bark from that very corgi forced his eyes open and knocked him out of that horny stupor though. The blast of noise and light very nearly sent him reeling afterwards, so there was no time to think about the stirrings in his sheath. He barked back at Ein dismissively when the corgi came into view. Ein was on the table in front of him, and his surroundings disappointedly confirmed Spike’s worst fear. Ein sat amongst a pile of overturned bottles and a still partially filled scotch glass, and he was staring straight at the poodle with stoic look that Spike could only recognize as disappointment. Spike opted to roll his head back and bark again to play it off, but the resulting spike of pain when he tried to speak just made his head curl back down again. He ended up looking up at the other dog from a shameful downward facing position instead. Ein’s eyelids drooped and he shook his head, but thankfully he didn’t bark again, though Spike’s ears did ring a bit when he hopped to the ground with a hefty thud. After managing to lift his head just a bit, Spike’s gaze followed the corgi to the ground just in time to see Ein nudging a small plastic bowl with an egg and some pepper in his direction. For half a second, Spike was confused by the offer, even if he couldn’t quite understand why. Something about a prairie oyster being in his favorite bowl seemed unnatural. Still, the sight of the familiar prairie oyster made his mouth water. He licked his chops as he clumsily climbed down the couch toward the bowl and gave it a sniff. Ein had even been kind enough to leave a splash of gin in the bowl. So, Spike eagerly bit into the yolk and slurped down every bit of the concoction as quickly as he could. Somehow it tasted way better than usual, even if the pepper on his nose was quickly threatening to make him sneeze. And while Spike was slurping up his wonderful curative, Ein was working to sooth him further with a few soft licks on his forehead. It worked wonders. Spike could feel the stiffness leaving his limbs in no time at all. His tail even started to wag properly again as he enjoyed the attention. Soon enough he had finished his meal and he closed his eyes to allow himself to enjoy Ein’s licking. His alpha took good care of him as he got his strength back. “Alpha.” That word flashed across his vision as he relaxed under Ein’s care. Along with it came more images of the handsome corgi showing off for him. One image in particular hung around the longest, a lovely shot of Ein on his back showing off the corgi’s amazing, canine dick. For a moment Spike was confused by the assault of thoughts, but then it dawned on him why. They hadn’t had sex last night, probably because Spike had gotten far too toasted, by his guess. It was starting to make sense why he was so horny. Eventually the licking stopped, and Spike lifted his head and opened his eyes. He was shaken a bit by how easily his alpha was able to get to him. Another shiver rolled down his spine, though this time he didn’t notice any stiffness. His body was properly in line again, feeling good and liquid, ready to flow. He smiled at Ein, starting to feel very confident about where this wave would be taking him next. His hips started to wiggle along with his wagging tail, and his dick playfully peeked out of its sheath. Ein was smiling right back at him. There was something knowing in his beady, black eyes, focused as they were on his poodle. For just a moment, Spike could have sworn that there was something suspicious about the look. That was dashed away with a blink though, and soon Spike could see clearly that his alpha was simply making his desire clear. The corgi’s desire was soon made even more clear when he leaned forward and licked Spike’s snout, cleaning what was left of the gin and egg on his nose. Spike eagerly licked right back, aiming to catch the corgi’s own tongue and snout. In attempting the kiss, the poodle lowered himself properly to his alpha’s level, and then below. As he slid down their tongue played at each other’s snouts. Eventually though, Spike’s head had made it to the floor, and he had to resort to licking under the corgi’s neck instead. Ein was kind enough to return to the gentle lapping of Spike’s forehead. With his head so low and his hindquarters still swaying high in the air, Spike was looking like a puppy eager to play, and he felt like one too. Right now, he was feeling young and virile in a way he hadn’t felt since a time he couldn’t remember. Though a past lover of some kind briefly flashed before his eyes, with another blink it was gone. He was here right now, underneath his lover of the moment. Ein whimpered, and Spike’s ears twitched. For just a second, he thought he heard sadness in his lover’s voice, but he knew it was more likely a noise of longing. He was proven right when Ein hefted himself upward and set his paws on Spike’s back. Both Ein’s belly fur and the squashed fluff on his own head threatened to block his view and required a little playful wiggling on Spike’s part, but soon he was greeted with the sight of Ein’s delicious shaft. The poodle’s tongue darted to the tip instinctively, and Ein gave a nice bark of affirmation as his lover lapped at the salty, pointed dick. Spike closed his eyes and tried to sink into the flavor, but shutting his eyes just alerted him to a more potent need. Thoughts of breeding plagued his mind as he recalled the feeling of Ein’s shaft entering him. He imagined himself presenting for his lover, and Ein climbing atop him. Excited as he was to play, Spike knew he couldn’t just patiently wait to get to the main event. Soon, his whole body was swaying with excitement alongside his rear while his lapped at his lover’s cock. An affirmative bark from Ein signaled to Spike that the corgi was feeling just as impatient as he was. So, Spike let his instincts take hold, opening his eyes as he swiveled his body out from underneath the corgi for now. Ein was taken by surprise by the initiative, or maybe the aggression, as with a quick swerve and the simple act of lifting his head, Spike was able to send the corgi rolling onto his back, recreating the poodle’s favorite picture. In the same motion, Spike twirled around and backed away enough to look Ein in the eye again, and the pair once more shared a smile. Though, the corgi didn’t get off his back, so Spike was unable to keep his eye on the grin for too long. Now that he was looking at the dick with some distance, Spike was becoming intensely aware of an aching in his backside. It went beyond a desire to breed; it was an emptiness that made his tail twitch and his body feel stiff again. He tried to control himself, but he couldn’t keep from whimpering as the headache started to return. Another cheerful bark from Ein pulled his attention away from the aching head and back to reality quickly, and the cheerful smile and accompanying wink brushed the headache away entirely, though it didn’t push away the ache of the emptiness in his rear. The poodle tried to keep his eyes on the picturesque corgi as he turned around, desperate to relieve that ache. His tail twitched and he lifted his rear. While he wanted to bark to welcome his partner over, only another desperate whimper came out. Ein licked his chops for a minute, leaving Spike waiting anxiously while the corgi took his time rolling back onto his feet. Spike’s paws were frozen to ground, but his hips kept up a watery sway as he tried to lure the corgi closer. His lover kept at a teasingly slow trot, however, until he finally reached the poodle’s rear. Then, in a flash, he leapt up and set his paws above Spike’s cheeks, and the blood rushed back into Spike’s limbs when he felt his lover’s long, flat tongue roll under his tail. Despite having been through this more times than he could remember, the poodle found himself flushing with embarrassment. So, Spike used his newfound fluidity to drop his head to the ground and cover his eyes with a paw. As a fortunate side effect, the poodle’s rear was pushed more roughly against Ein’s probing snout. Less fortunately, Spike was unable to escape the embarrassment of submitting to his lover. Closing his eyes just allowed his imagination to take over. It was like he was able to view himself getting rimmed from every angle at once. He could see a perfect view of Ein going to town on his hole, and next to that was a perfect view of their dicks, nearly touching tips as they both twitched. He even could get a clear picture of his own embarrassed face buried in his front paws. The images threatened to overwhelm him, but the feelings were already driving him crazy every moment he experienced them. Ein didn’t just lap at his rear, but everywhere his tongue could reach from his sensitive, wagging tail to his tightening ball sack. Only the paws closing his snout kept Spike from letting loose with a feral howl. It wouldn’t be contained for long though. Ein’s paws started to scramble further up Spike’s hindquarters, and the corgi’s weight forced his ass lower. The sensations unfortunately stopped, and Spike was able to open his good eye to glance back and witness in person as his lover attempted to climb on his back. Spike had to drop his paws to steady himself and help, and his panting became obvious as his tongue lolled out. It would be worth showing his cards though. All it took was a single fluid drop and lift of his rear end to heft the corgi properly onto his back and into his proper place. It was an easy motion, a natural one, one Spike had done countless times. However, Ein’s weight on his back still threw him even now, and the throbbing dick that settled against his tailhole sent him shivering, tempting him to shut his eye again. Ein didn’t allow him to hide away this time though. His claws gripped for purchase along Spike’s sides and his mouth similarly grabbed out for anything that could steady him, eventually settling on the poodle’s ear. However, the thing that would never allow Spike to shut his eyes wasn’t any of the pains, it was the pleasure that rocked his entire body the moment Ein steadied his back legs and finally penetrated his poodle’s ass. The howl that Spike had attempted to contain burst forth with an ecstasy that seemed to shake the entire ship. Spike cried out in pleasure as he tried to keep his eyes on the dog behind him. His body moved so wildly that Ein couldn’t respond with more than a growl as he held steady on the poodle’s swaying curves. That was okay by Spike though, since the corgi’s thrusting hips told him everything he needed to know. For right now, all he needed to know was pleasure. The aching emptiness didn’t leave with the pleasure right away, but Spike tried hard to force that doubt out of his brain. He sank into the feeling of the dick filling his rear and the warmth of Ein’s breath. Though it attempted to resurge with an ache in his right eye, the poodle was able to push it away with a reassuring thought. He was Ein’s poodle right now, and whatever he was before didn’t matter. All that mattered now was bringing both him and his lover to heaven. With that focus in mind, he squeezed hard against the corgi’s thrusts, begging for the knot pounding against him to finally enter. The bebop faded away for a second, consumed by a white light along with the drinking of last night. The only things that mattered were the pounding against him, the weight of the lover on his back, and the overwhelming desire to reach orgasm. That word flashed brightly in his mind even with eyes wide open. “Orgasm!” “Cum!” And then Ein finally let loose with all his force, sinking his knot in with a powerful thrust and a furious pull on Spike’s ear. For just a moment Spike could hear his lover growling with passion, a familiar sound that meant Ein would soon be cumming. However, he couldn’t hear much more for long, as soon Spike let loose with a new howl. It was a wild, uncontrolled sound, morphing roughly from canine passion to his lover’s name. “Ein!” Soon, he and his lover both joined the world in fading away as he finally came, lost in a bright light of heavenly pleasure. --- Spike woke with a start, flinging himself forward and trying to gain a grip on where he was. The only thing he could see was a small bit of blinking text reading, “Game End.” It took him an annoyingly long second to realize that he was still wearing the virtual reality goggles he’d been playing with the previous night. “The hell? I fall asleep with these things on?” After fumbling with them for a second, Spike found the power switch, and his vision thankfully went black. He took a moment to revel in that for some reason. It felt like a rest after way too long. He didn’t doubt for a second that wearing these things for so long had somehow fucked with his vision, so he closed his eyes before taking the thing off. The moment the device was gone, reality settled back in. The first things Spike became aware of were a hefty weight in his lap and the sounds of panting. To no surprise, he found Ein laying on top of him once he finally opened his eyes. The dog still had his goggles on too. “Crap, Sorry, pal.” Spike glanced around at the ship. The light stung a little, but everything was as clear as it ever was. “Well, you’re probably fine anyway.” It took him a moment to realize he had evidently fallen over at some point when he passed out on the couch. Ein had probably climbed on top of him after that, as he pieced it together. “Guess that game was more boring than I thought, huh?” Spike probably should have considered it odd that he barely remembered the game at all, but right now, he was just thankful to be laying down. Despite apparently having slept, he was feeling utterly exhausted. Ein had the right idea. Time to lay down for a nap. He barely thought as he passed out, though it did briefly cross his mind that he had never realized how comforting it would be to have the dog sleeping on top of him before. It wouldn’t be until the next morning that he would discover a new uncomfortable stain on the leg of his slacks and the sticky mess he’d made underneath them.