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By Spin
"ARrghh...where IS it?!" Roger growled. It had been nearly nine weeks since he had ordered the bottle of Myotrin. The notice had said it would come in five to six weeks, and yet, it hadn't, and it was making him...irritated. It was at least ten weeks ago when Roger had been sent a free pack in the mail, a sexual enhancement drug. Garenteed to make his little soldier stand at attention and increase arousal and orgasm. He (and Anita) Had been so thrilled with the product that he had sent away for an actual bottle of it. And it hadn't come yet. About six weeks ago, he had run out of the sample product and now he anxiously awaited getting the new bottle. But it hadn't come in the mail today. All he got was a new issue of Wired, two bills, a letter from Amber, and a little brown box. Little brown box? Wait a minute... Quickly, Rodger tucked the rest of the mail under his right arm, and raced back towards the farm house, the box cradled in his hands. He really, really hoped it was what he wanted it to be. He closed the door behind him, resting his back against it, and taking a deep breath. Calming himself, he slowly stepped over to the kitchen table and put the rest of the mail aside. The box had a stamp on it, but other then that, nothing. Carfuly, he pried the lid open, and was rewarded with a small white bottle, and a card. He picked up the bottle, looking it over, and read the sickly colored printing on the front. "Myotrin." He said softly, then raised the card, reading it closed. "Thank you for purchasing Myotrin, valused customer, blah blah blah..." Rodger grinned to himself, and flung the card to the floor. Quickly, he opened the cap of the bottle, and took one of the little blue pills he found inside. Grinning to himself, he stood up and glanced around. "Lets see.....ANITA?!" Rodger nearly screamed, and leapt around the kitchen table, flying up the stairs. After an extensive search, he realized she wasn't upstairs. He trotted back down the steps, and sat at the kitchen table, slowly rubbing the back of his head, his fingers idly tracing around his growing bald spot, which had become a habit for him. "Where..." He wondered, looking around. In his haste to open the box and discover the Myotrin, he had missed the little yellow sticky pad that had read "Gone to Lunch with Nanny." "Perfect." Rodger grumbled. He leaned back in his chair, shuddering a bit. The bulge that had grown in his pants was becoming quite painful. So much infact, he had to undo his pants, just to let the 6 inches free. No matter. He could wait till she got back. And wouldn't she have a wonderful surprise then. But he knew already, that waiting wasn't an option. Not only did Myotrin increase the pleasure of an orgasm, and the level of arousal in a male, but it also increased sexual desire. Rodger was feeling the effects of that right now. The stiff tent of his boxers throbbed slightly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Anita..."He groaned quietly, closing his eyes. He stood up, letting his pants fall and puddle around his ankles. He would do, think of something else...anything else... He leapt up and grabbed the letter from Amber, tearing it open. "Dear Aunt, Blah blah blah." Rodger sighed, letting the multi-page letter fall to the floor. A video game. That was it. He had a new copy of Star Warriors up in his room. He stood up, and slowly walked up the stairs, trying to pace himself, and keep himself calm. But the need to take something was begining to drive him crazy. "Lets see...where is it..?" Rodger grumbled quietly, upon entering the room. Anita had once again, strighten up the place when he wasn't home, leaving the whereabouts of his own personal items, unknown to him. He walked in, looking through drawers, cabinets, anything to take his mind off his current problem, which was getting bigger by the second. He sighed quietly and sat down on the bed and glanced around. It was nowhere to be seen, and his member throbbed painfuly in his shorts. .He sighed, and tried to lie on his back, but was greeted with a startled yelp instead. He hopped up, looking behind his nervously. "Perdita?!"He said in a shocked tone. The spotted dog, growled quietly, then gave a soft, quite bark of ackoledgement. Rodger smiled a bit, and reached down, scritching her along her ear softly. The dog churred in pleasure, leaning down a bit, as Rodger's fingers continue, stroking down over her belly. Thats when Rodger got the first whim of an idea. She couldn't talk....she couldn't talk and she wouldn't tell anyone...and it was there. It was there right below his fingers, and so close and tight and......Rodger blinked and shook his head, forcing the idea away. No. No. He, he wouldn't, couldn't possibly do anything like that, right? There was a quiet click of his door locking. He had made his descion. He turned around, looking at the speckled dog, who looked back at him curiously. "Perdita..." Rodger murmured quietly, taking a step towards her. Perdita tilted her head to one side at the activites of the Rodger. He didn't look right, or smell right. A sort of musky scent coming from him, mixed with the feeling of...well, Perdita didn't even know how to describe the feeling she got from him. It wasn't dangerous, per 'se, but it was defenitly, awkward. Rodger advanced forward, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, then pulling it off all together, causing Perdita to become even more nervous. "Err...Rodger?" She asked, which to his ears, was just a quiet bark. She began to sit up, but suddenly, he seized her!! "Rodger!!?" She shrieked, which only came out as a startled bark. "R, relax Perdita....j, just relax..." Came a shaky voice behind her. Suddenly, painfuly, something impaled her tight vagina! It felt like it was on fire! She screamed, trying to wrestle away from Rodger's grip, but he seemed out of it entirely, his hands holding her front paws down, her rear paws held down by his weight. "Let me goooo! Let me go!" Perdita screamed again, but her pleas fell upon deaf ears. Another thrust, And slowly, Perdita realized it was Rodger's cock. He was...he was mating with her!! She shivered at the thought, and tried to break free from the hold he had, but again, his grip as just to strong. Realizing her fate, Perdita closed her eyes and tried to relax, whimpering quietly. Again, the girthy erection stabbed into her, causing another streek of pain to shoot from her loins. Not only was he huge, but he was getting faster and faster. Thrust after painful thrust, and slowly, it was becoming less and less painful to be humped by the crazed man. But she still found no comfort in it. Rodger, on the other paw, looked liek he was having the time of his life. Never had he plunged into anything that was so tight, or squeezing then Perdita's pussy! And it felt sooooo good. He wasn't sure if it was the Myotrin, or just the dog, but he was in paradise! And so close to an orgasm... He thrust his hips again, slapping the heavy balls against Perdita's cunt, and then again. From somewhere, he thought he could hear someone howling, a canine, but he couldn't tell if it was Perdita, or if it were someone else. But it seemed really close by...His orgasm was explosive. Infact, he screamed, as he unloaded his hot spunk into her awaiting chambers, his member throbbing, each pluse delivering a mind bending burst of pleasure, until he couldn't take it any more, and passed out atop of Perdita. The female canine, scrambled out from under him, panting and growling, and whimpering and feeling general confusion as to what just happened. She bent down and crawled under the bed, whimpering quietly. She needed time to think, and hopefuly, if Rodger woke up, he'd think she had left. She wondered what had suddenly caused this rapid change in speices prefrence for sexual encounters. And downstairs, the Myotrin rested on the table...
Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^ |
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