Lucky wormed his way through the crowd of puppies standing around the large, metal trailer. He could not believe his own luck. Twice in the same year, Thunderbolt was coming to the Dearly Farm! Amazing! His little white tail kicked into over drive once the door to the trailer opened, and the large German Shepard stepped out. He gives a cheesy fake smile, nodded to all the puppies, and began to walk past them, heading towards the set.

"Thunderbolt! H, Hey! Thunderbolt!" Lucky cried out, hopping up and down in an attempt to get the attention of his favorite hero. His efforts were in vain unfortunately, as Thunderbolt strolled past him, on his way to the set.

Lucky shook his head. How on earth could he be so dumb? Thunderbolt, was probably getting into character or something. Actors had it tough! He'd probably jump at the chance to talk to him after they had finished shooting. The episode they were filming had Thunderbolt set as an undercover farm dog, working to stop a group of cow smuggling thieves. Lucky noted the ideas for Thunderbolt were getting kind of weak, but he didn't care; Thunderbolt was his hero! Lucky smiled to himself and nodded. Yeah, Thunderbolt would talk to him afterwards.

Later that night, after Perdy had forced all the other puppies to come away from the trailer, and sleep for the night, Lucky snuck out. He leapt from the loft in the barn, onto a large pile of hay he had stacked in position earlier that day for just the occasion. He really hoped it wasn't to late to pay his favorite dog a visit. It was only 8 pm, but Lucky wasn't sure if the shoot had made Thunderbolt tired. Well, the worst he could do was tell him "No, I don't want to talk right now." -Right?

Lucky crept quietly up to the trailer and raised an ear, pressing it to the door. It seemed pretty quiet, but he could hear the sound of a television playing. "Thunderbolt?" Lucky asked quietly. There was no response from the trailer, so the pup took another liberty. Slowly, he pressed his muzzle to the large doggie door located at the base of it, and pressed softly. To Lucky's amazement, the door slid open. It was open! Slowly, Lucky poked his head into the actor's trailer.

The trailer itself was much larger then it looked on the outside. It was very dark on the inside. The room was well furnished with exotic rugs on the floors, a very plush carpet, that seemd to sink under Lucky's paws, a small table, pillows everywhere. A makeup booth and vanity mirror on one side, a small tv and ever more pillows on the other side. There seated on the pillows was Thunderbolt, intently staring at whatever was playing on the screen.

"T, thunderbolt?" Lucky asked quietly. The other canine did not stir, looking at the screen. As Lucky's eyes slowly became used to the gloom, he could make out more details about his beloved hero. His fur was shaggy, as if he hadn't been sleeping very well, tossing and turning. And his paw was moving around in small circles over his lower belly. His muzzle was opened halfway, and he cooed quietly, as if talking to the television.

"Oh mindy, that tail. Wild mating videos, best money I ever spent." Thunderbolt hissed through the darkness. Lucky, suddenly filled with the urge to not disturb his favorite dog, turned to leave, only to slam his head into the side of the table in the middle of the room. There was a surprised yelp from both creatures, and then, there was silence.

"Who's there?!" Thunderbolt called out into the darkness. Lucky bit his lip. Should he tell the truth? Sneak out quietly? Lie still? The door was right there.

"Well? If you're a burglar, take the money, and don't hurt me!" The other dog whined. Lucky sighed quietly.

"I'm not a burglar Thunderbolt." He says softly. There was a pause, then, after a few seconds, a surprised voice yelped? "Lucky?"

Lucky's tail suddenly went into overdrive. " He remembered my name!" Lucky thought happily, hopping to his feet.

"Yeah!" Lucky yipped. There was an obvious sigh of relief, then the sound of someone shuffling pillows this way and that. Thunderbolt turned, and reguarded the dark figure in his trailer. The flickering light from the television only illuminated his outline, casting him in a dim blue light.

"Lucky..what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" Thunderbolt asked quietly. Lucky gulped. He hadn't thought what he might say if Thunderbolt asked a question like this.

"Err, Yes, I guess, but I really wanted to see you, but, um..I'll..leave if you like." Lucky yipped nervously. He had no intention of walking in on Thunderbolt like this, but Thunderbolt didn't seem at all embarrassed.

"No, no, uh, come 'ere for a second, I mean, you came over here just to see me, right? What's on yer mind kiddo?" Thunderbolt asked, as Lucky turned around sheepishly. He slowly walked over towards the star and sat down next to him. Try as he might, he couldn't resist taking a peek at what was flickering on the television. It was a picture of two wild dogs from Africa-mating. They seemed happy enough, both of them had their eyes closed, ears splayed back against their heads, tails up, Lucky shuddered slightly trying not to look twice. But the image stuck with him.

"Uh, I just wanted to say hi," Lucky said shyly, glancing about, and catching another glimpse of the screen again. Thunderbolt grinned slightly, looking down at the little black and white potential that was sitting next to him.

"You like what you see Lucky?" Thunderbolt grinned quietly. Lucky blushed a deep crimson as he realized his small red penis had made an appearance. The little red tip was poking free from it's sheath, being stared at by Thunderbolt.

"Uh, w..well, I um.." Lucky whimpered, struggling to find the words, but none of them came. Thunderbolt grinned. With a flick of his paw, he resumed the video of the two canines, engaged in erotic play.

"That "Nature" channel, sure gives a lot of good stuff, doesn't it?" Thunderbolt asked. Lucky shook his head slowly, his eyes now locked on the screen.

"M, mom made, us block it...out, " Lucked muttered. He was hypnotized, complete and totally entranced by what was going on, on the screen. Thunderbolt grinned a little bit more.

"Say, Lucky, do you think you could do me a favor, my number one little fan?" Thunderbolt asked quietly. Lucky's ears perked a bit, but other then that, he showed no signs of registering Thunderbolt was even talking. Thunderbolt didn't mind, he simply leaned over the pup a little more, and looked him over.

"Listen, Lucky, I've got a bit of a problem over here, I was sort of hoping you could help me with." Thunderbolt said quietly, reaching to rest a paw on Lucky's shoulder. Lucky, at this point, turned away from the screen, looking towards Thunderbolt. He gasped. Down below, Thunderbolt's tummy, was at least 10 inches of thick, red meat standing proudly from his sheath. He grinned a bit and nodded.

"Well, Lucky, you see, as my number one, fan, you get the privilege of being the only one allowed to "help" me out." Thunderbolt said quietly. Lucky's jaw dropped. He'd never seen such a large penis before, nor had he ever expected to hear these words coming from Thunderbolt's own lips.

"I..uh..uh.." Lucky began to say.

"Well, you want, to be my number one fan, don't you Lucky?" Thunderbolt asked, pulling the puppy a little closer to his cock. Lucky nodded slowly, sheepishly still staring at the monster of a member sticking out before him.

"Well in that case, Lucky, I would appreciate it, if you sucked my cock." Thunderbolt said bluntly. Lucky looked up at the larger dog, who smiled sweetly towards him. The younger dog sighed. To be a number one fan, slowly Lucky placed his lips against the tip of Thunderbolt's cock, nuzzling the sensitive flesh gently. This caused a rumble in TB's chest, which traveled all the way down to his stomach. Lucky, as repulsed as he was at the idea of this act, found a stab of satisfaction upon hearing that sound of pleasure. He pressed his lips against the thick member again, this time, opening his muzzle, taking the tip of the hot cock inside.

Thunderbolt didn't hold back at all. He arched his hips forward a bit, moaning loudly, as Lucky began his service. Lucky sighed quietly. With his lips enveloping Thunderbolt's cock, there was no way he would ever be replaced by any other dog. He was guaranteed to be Thunderbolt's number one fan forever now! With that thought in mind, Lucky repositioned himself so he was lying on his belly. His lips once against took hold of Thunderbolt's penis, suckling on him softly.

The big dog hissed loudly, raising his paws up to brace them against the T.V. where the screen had changed to various shots of different dog's "tail ends." Lucky's muzzle slipped up and down Thunderbolt's cock, his small paws grasped the large, sensitive balls, and cupped them while he worked. Thunderbolt moaned, a long, blessed filled whine. His muzzle was slack open, his tongue lollying out, and a long line of drool descended down and landed on Lucky's head. Lucky ignored this, and worked, swirling his tongue about Thunderbolt's penis with general desire now. The action star shuddered, sending a quick burst of pre-cum into Lucky's belly.

"Oh..y..yer doing great kid! K..k..keep it up! Just a little more..?" Thunderbolt whined. It sounded like more of a beg than a command. But who was Lucky to argue. He increased his efforts, sliding his tongue up and down the hot meat, working around to tip and near the slit especially-which seemed to get the biggest reaction out of Thunderbolt in general.

With the hot action going on, on the television screen, and Lucky working so hard on his erection, Thunderbolt, simply, could not take anymore. He tried to keep it in, but a loooong, satisfying howl escapes his lips as he orgasmed, sending streams of hot dog into Lucky's muzzle. Lucky didn't know wheather to swallow or to spit it out. His moment of decision was solved for him, however, when he found, he wasn't capable of thinking over the solution, and working on Thunderbolt at the same time. He coughed, and sent cream dribbling down his lips and over his belly, while the rest of Thunderbolt's ejaculation shot out all over his face.

"Aww, man," Lucky whined, taking a few steps back. He sighed, and reached a paw up, trying to get some of the sticky fluids off of him."T, thunderbolt?" Lucky asked, but he received no response. Thunderbolt, as it turned out, was fast asleep, resting against the pillows, his erection shrinking back into his sheath. Lucky smiled to himself.

After a performance like that, he was almost sure to get a part in one of Thunderbolt's shows. Besides, he was Thunderbolt's number one fan.

The End