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			<center><font size="+2">Artificial Relations</font><br>
<i>By Spin</i></center>
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Two-tone whimpered softly, struggling at the binding that held her firmly in place. She was lying helplessly on her back, twisting and wiggling to get free of the bright white straps that were squeezing her wrists and ankles to the table underneath her.  No, there was no hope of escape that she could see.  She’d woken up groggily in what appeared to be some sort of scientific laboratory, or at least, the closest thing on the farm they had to a laboratory-  A small tool shed that rested on the outskirts of the farm that Roger didn’t use anymore.  It was a great deal bigger on the inside then it looked on the outside, unparalleled in cleanliness and home of a wide range of devices and inventions, created by the single soul whom dwelled in the tool shed, away from all the other puppies, completely isolated.  He was smaller then most of them, rather slim, almost to the point of being malnourished.  Two-tone knew him all too well as the farm’s resident genius: Tic-Tac. He was a different sort of puppy, hardly ever smiling, eating or sleeping, he was somewhat of an enigma to her, as he didn’t venture forth from his tool shed very often.  But now things were different, now she was trapped, helplessly bound to a big, steel table in his hole, wondering what on earth happened to her. She didn’t have to wait long for a response.</P>
<P>&#9; Tic-Tac poked his head into the room where she was being held. </P>
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<P>&#9;“TAC! What’s going on?!  Where am I?  Why did you bring me here?!  Lemme go right now!  I’m warning you!  You can’t do this to people!” Two-tone shouted at her captor whom just stared at her with a cocked eyebrow. </P>

<P>&#9;“Well. Two-tone. “ Tic-Tac said coolly, looking his step-sister over with a slow approving glare. </P>

<P>&#9;“I need a few samples from you. That’s all. We’re in my tool shed…well, underneath it, at least. I dug this out, lots of free time on my paws sometimes, you know.  Anyway, where was I…oh yes. My experiments, one of them calls for a particular substance I myself can’t accumulate without your assistance. Assistance I shall have wither you wish to help me or not. “</P>
<P>&#9;Tic-Tac quipped softly, trotting over to a large machine that had existed outside of Two-Tone’s realm of vision until now. It seemed like a huge remote control, that Tic-Tac began to fiddle with, clicking buttons and twisting dials with his paws. A soft whirling sound echoed in the room somewhere above Two-tone, and something huge slowly dropped down into view, hovering over her. It looked like another machine, a giant white box with every hatches and smallish doors on it. She stared at it fearfully for a moment, and then glanced at Tic-Tac, whom had his back to her. </P>
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<P>&#9;“TAC?! …W, What are you going to do to me?” She whimpered, but her sibling wasn’t pay attention to her any longer. Instead, she saw him punch a few more buttons on the device, and a grinding sound erupted from the box. The puppy at the controls rolled his eyes and groaned. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Forgot to open the blasted thing. “He mumbled to himself, reaching up to flick a switch on the controls. One of the miniscule hatches on the box opened underneath it, and a small, silvery looking object slowly lowered itself down, till it’s pointed tip was directed towards Two-tone’s tummy. </P>
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<P>&#9;“W, w, what is that thing?!” Two-tone yelped, but Tic-Tac, again, wasn’t paying attention. He was mumbling to himself about equations, and numbers, while Two-tone had no choice, but to gaze up at the horrifying object before it. He resembled a drill of sorts, long and silvery, smooth with a long, clear plastic tube extending from it’s backside. Slowly, the drill moved, lowering itself, until the point was directed between her legs…almost pointing at her…Then she realized at once what it was. <I>It wasn’t a drill…it was a</I> <I>dildo!!</P>

</I><P>&#9;“T, Tac?! What…what are you gonna do to me?!” Two-tone shouted again, nervously, whimpering. Again the pint-sized genius didn’t respond. Instead, the dildo slowly pressed forward, rudely and forcefully spreading the soft lips of her privates around it’s pointed tip, forcing a howl of pain from Two-tone. </P>
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<P>&#9;“S, stop it!! Stop it!  stop it!!!” She shouted. The dildo moved to it’s own accord, ignoring her please and screams, and slowly pressed forward, sliding deeper and deeper into it’s subject, forcing yelps and screams of pain from Two-tone. She wiggled and thrashed, but it wasn’t any good- she couldn’t dislodge it. But to her relief, it had stopped pushing into her. Instead, it remained stationary, just filling her, almost completely. The pain slowly ebbed away, and slowly, slowly, Two-Tone started to calm down. Her breathing settled, and her eyes fluttered open.  And that’s when it started to move again. It didn’t start thrusting in and out of her like before, but instead it began to <I>vibrate</I>. Two-tone gasped loudly, looking down at the silvery end of the object protruding from her privates, shaking gently  inside of her, lodged into her…teasing her. It was humming gently, tickling her tender, sensitive inner walls, forcing a deep tremble to race though her body. This isn’t what she had in mind at all. The sensation was pleasant…too pleasant, as trickles from her privates started to race down her thighs. She thought she was going to be tortured, and killed in a most horrible manor from the way the thing had initially inserted itself into her, but now…</P>
<P>The humming increased, melting Two-tone’s defenses with it. The plump puppy couldn’t help herself, her back arched (or at least it arched as well as it could, with her being strapped down to the table the way she was) and she let out a long, lustful moan. The vibrations increased, forcing more trickles of her arousal to run down her thighs. </P>
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<P>&#9;“OH…Gosh... GOSH!!” Two-tone squeaked, her eyes wide, muzzle slacked from pleasure. The vibration increased. She was only barely aware of a second, much smaller object slowly winding down from the white box above her. This one looked like a tiny microphone that stopped just inches over her privates. It too lowered itself down atop of her, and rested the rounded end of it, against the button of her clit. It vibrated just like the stretching dildo inside of her, and that was all she could take. She squealed as her climax slammed into her, forcing her eyes shut and her entire body to tense in the mind shattering pleasure that wracked her body. She went limp, whimpering loudly, her eyes closed. She didn’t notice the tube attached to the dildo slowly filling with her juices, slowly sliding up into the white box. She didn’t notice much of anything, having passed out completely from sensory overload. It was one of the most magnificent orgasms she’d ever experienced. </P>

<P>&#9;She woke up meekly, feeling tired, but amazing at the same time. She was still strapped to the table, and found her brother looking over her quietly. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Your awake. Wonderful, We can proceed.” He said cryptically, bounding away from the table, and back towards the control panel. Two-tone blinked her eyes, feeling a wave of confusion wash over her. </P>

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<P>&#9;“Wh, what? Proceed with what? I thought you said you wanted a sample from me…you got it, didn’t you?” She asked weakly, looking around. Tic-Tac just chuckled quietly. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Ahh, indeed, I received quite a bit- but it wasn’t enough Two-tone.” He said grimly. Two-tone blinked…looked up at the white box, then back to her brother at the controls. </P>
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<P>&#9;“Well….alright then.” She said softly, her tail giving a slight wag behind her. </P>
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<P>&#9;“You don’t mind being my source for your unique brand of…juices?”</P>
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<P>&#9;“…Actually…not really. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while…see if you can top it, would you?!” Two-tone blushed brightly.</P>
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<P>&#9;“Well…this is actually kind of awkward…well…alright then.” Tac quipped quietly- and soon, they were at it again. 
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<i>Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^</i>






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