"Again!" Came the harsh, heavy panting voice. He thrusted his hips. Another heavy burst of pleasure. Oooooh, it felt so good. It felt so good!! Again! Again! He thrusts his hips, sinking his swollen erection into the tight hole, the one under the wagging white tail. He loved it! Again!! A harder thrust, his hips slapping against his rear. Another thrust!! Do it again!! Again!!!

Lucky burst from his restless slumber into a nervous, unsettled stance, glancing around the room in a fearful panic. There was no one there. The loft was empty. He fell back against a hay bale, panting quietly. A dream. Another dream. He was alone. He reached a shaking paw up to his head, resting his skull against his paw pads. Another dream about ...Rolly. For the past few nights, it was the only thing he was able to dream about. His best friend. His best friend in the world. Normally the dreams weren't so....dramatic, but this one. He shuddered. This one was so dramatic, and real and......and satasfying. It scared him. Was he really becoming gay? Every morning he would wake up, panting, sweating, and gasping for air. And every morning it would be just a dream. And every morning he would have an....He glanced down. Just like every other morning lately. Instead of merely the tip, only slightly poking out from dreams, it was jutting out from between his hips like a red becon. His erection. Lucky groaned quietly, lying back against the hay. Normally, he wouldn't even have this problem, but lately....lately Rolly had been on his mind a lot. Usually when he DID have the problem, he would find a quiet spot and have fun getting rid of it. Usually he thought of Jewel, or Two-Tone, and once or twice, Cadpig. But lately. Lately, no matter how hard he tried, it was Rolly that his thoughts went back to. And it was always sexual. His thick erection, pressing against his tight buns, forcing its way into him, buring it deep in his... Lucky gasped, his chest pounding. A trickle of wetness strolled down his rock-hard erection and he sighed. He couldn't go downstairs with it. He really had no choice.

Even though he was in the loft, and no one else was around, Lucky decided he'd feel better if he at least found some cover for his morning activites. He slid behind a rather large bale of hay pressed up against the wall and began. He wanted to get it done with quietly, so he didn't hesitate. He wrapped his furry paw around his penis and began to stroke it, squeezing it occasionally and arching his hips in time with his thrusts. He couldn't help but let out a soft yelp or two as he ran into a few particuarly pleasurable spots. Mmmm, Jewel. She would walk right up to him and bend over, her tail raised up high, tight looking ass directed towards him. His cock would spring into action, spearing into the dripping cunny. And she would moan, howl in arousal. Yesssss. Lucky moaned himself, feeling a soft gush of pre trickle over his paws. Jewel would bend over further, paws gripping the grass infront of her. More. She wanted more. She would suck his cock into her like a slut and take it. She could probably take a cock twice as big, althrough, he couldn't figure out how. Jewel's rear was rather tight, and goregeous looking, but small. Unlike Rolly's. The portly puppy's posterior could probably take three cocks. Lucky chuckled quietly, his hips arching forward again, sending another burst of pre over his fingertips. Mmm, and Rolly was probably much better at using his tongue then Jewel. A dog always eating? He must have picture up a few tricks. If he could swallow a cock the way he swallowed kibble...Lucky arched his back again.

"Rolly..." He whispered quietly. The puppy's cock throbbed with anticipation and arousal. And Rolly was the perfect friend. Always there for him no matter what, always listening, always...always...

"Rolly...Mmmm...Rolly........ROLLY!" Lucky yelped in horror. The plump pooch stood infront of the other dog, wide eyed, his muzzle agape. Lucky blinked twice, hoping, preying it was some sort of illusion, but the figure of Rolly still remained infront of him. Then both of the dogs stared, frozen by the other's startling apprenace. Rolly looked like he was going to open his mouth to say something, but suddenly, Lucky came. He couldn't help himself, his body tensed, and a burst of his ejaculation shot forth, landing across Rolly's toes, and more embarassing, a rather large glob on his nose. Lucky tried to stand up, stumbled back, tripping a bit on his paws and landing on his rear again- his body still spasming, and contracting his orgasm still taking effect, but he couldn't stay! He couldn't stay there! He turned and ran, tears in his eyes, his heart in his throat. Everything was a blur, and suddenly, he was falling. Everything twirling around him, and then everything went black.

It was soft. Whatever he landed on from his step off the loft was soft. The thought was fleeting. Lucky dashed forward, ignoring everything around him. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he couldn't stay. It was over. He ruined it. He had to go. He had to be anywhere but where he was.

"Hey, watch where your going!!" He ignored it. A voice. An unimportant voice. Nothing was important anymore. He had to keep running.

"Hey, watch it bonehead!"

Keep running.

"Get -ow!-Move!"

Keep running.

"Lucky come back!"

Keep running.

"I can't run that fas- wh, wait! Please come back!!!"

Keep running.

"LUCKY!!!"

Keep running. Don't look back...Never look back.

To Be Continued...

Spin - The pup who spins the best tales ^ ^