Lucky groaned softly, turning over on his side, as his eyes fluttered open. Morning. He yawned and rolled onto his back, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"What time is it?"

He asked in a groggy voice. Normally, he would receive a response from the chubby pooch sleeping next to him, but this time, he didn't hear a reply. He blinked and glanced over.

"Rolly?"

He asked, slowly his eyes coming into focus. But Rolly wasn't there like usual. Only a small pad of hay, with paw prints around it, indicating where he had slept.

"He must have already gotten up."

Lucky mused to himself. He wondered why Rolly had summoned him as well, but that really didn't matter, he'd find him soon enough. He idly toyed with the thought of getting up and going downstairs to the chow tower, but for some reason he felt like sleeping in.

He yawned again and glanced at the Emotion calendar on the wall. Sunday. Everyone always slept in on Sundays. There was nothing ever on T.V. and the day was made for relaxing. He rolled back over onto his back and glanced around. Most everyone was downstairs he guess, and grinned slightly. Well, if everyone was downstairs, then no one would have a problem with him taking care of some of "other" needs, besides sleep.

He slid a paw down his slender belly, until he reached the fuzzy sheath. He groaned softly, slowly stroking the furry container, nibbling along his lower lip as the tip of his red shaft poked free. "Jeeeewelâ" Lucky moaned quietly, furry paws wrapping about his stiffening puppyhood, slowly stroking it up and down. He closed his eyes, his tail twitching underneath him as he worked. Her perfect body. Her perfect scent. That cute, swaying tail. She might have been shallow and self-absorbed, but damn, what a body.

He had even been so fortunate to catch her bent over the side of her clothing been, digging through looking for that perfect thing to wear. Of course, her ass stuck out and her tail had been up, giving Lucky the perfect chance to view the goods. He had burned that memory into his brain ever since, and the scant moments when she was at it again, and he walked by, only added to the memory. Oh how he wished he could one day, slide up behind her, and bury his muzzle into her warm folds. His tongue darting in and out of her slick, wet cunt, tasting all of her juices.

By now, Lucky's penis was fully erect, and a large, clear drop of precum had formed at the tip. He groaned and smeared his paw over the tip of his shaft, getting the slippery substance all over his paw, and using it to increase his speed. He arched his back a little bit, his breathing increasing as he imagined Jewel standing over him. Her tongue long, and winding, slithering around his cock like a warm, wet snake, her muzzle wrapped around his throbbing tool. Sucking at it forcefully, making Lucky drool.

By now the pup was really getting into it. His hips were jerking up and down his paws, massaging the thick, soaked cock, and his full, furry balls. He could see her, turning around, and setting herself down on his rod. Her tight cunny swallowing his member completely, and The poor puppy couldn't take it any more.

Lucky thrust up one last time, and squeezed his cock as hard as he could. Several ribbons of hot semen burst forth, some landing on his legs, but more hitting the floor in front of him. He moaned deeply, his eyes shut, his paw still clutching his throbbing penis, his chest heaving up and down.

His heart nearly stopped when he heard the stifled giggle coming from the ladder. He opened an eye and let it's gaze wonder towards the small white and black figure standing there.

"Everyone's at the vet Lucky, and mom told me to check to see if everyone had gotten their check up today, shall I tell her your giving yourself your own check up?"

Cadpig snickered as Lucky stood up sheepishly.

"Yeah, yeah, gimmie a minute, don't tell anyone, ok?"

The puppy begged nervously. Cadpig only giggled.

"Ok, ok, there's nothing wrong with a little emotional, or sensual release now and then, now hurry up and come back or do you need some help?"

She giggled, as Lucky growled. Cadpig bounced off, leaving Lucky by himself, to stew in his embarrassment.

"Geez, and it's not even noon yet."

He whined, wondering what else would go wrong with the day.

"Come on Lucky, mom says you need to hurry up, or you're gonna get a shot!"

A voice yelled up, prompting the dog to groan, and scramble down the ladder.

The End