Stupid Sexy Mutt (Scout/Guard Dog)
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"Good work today, Bluey. Good boy," said the BLU Engineer, ruffling the scruff of the Guard Dog's neck affectionately. He knelt and removed the dog's two cannons with the touch of a button. He took off the dog’s work shirt as well. Bluey wagged its tail and shook its body, spraying Engie with droplets of sweat. As everyone else filed into the locker room, they offered their own praise.
"Dog is credit to team!"
"Good fighting, trooper, we'll make a man of you yet!"
"Guudggh, yhrr drr bhhst."
Spy sniffed. "I suppose our new recruit did a satisfactory job." Bluey bounded up to Spy and pressed his wet nose into his pant leg. Spy tentatively extended one gloved hand and patted the dog on the head like he was afraid of getting germs.
Scout was the last in. He said nothing to the dog, but began stripping down for his shower. That stupid mutt decided to come over and sniff at his towel-covered crotch. Scout took five backward steps.
"Get the hell away from me."
The dog just cocked its head and stared at him with its warm brown eyes.
"Trying to put on your little puppy dog eyes, huh? Not going to work on me."
"I think he likes you," said Medic with a chuckle.
"Likes him? Why? He's been a real bitch tae Bluey," Demo said. "If I was that dog I'd take another chunk oot o' his leg." Ha ha. Fucking clever pun, Demo, Scout thought. Demo was referring to today's battle. When Bluey had run over to Scout to give him a medpack, Scout had accepted it and then returned the favour with a hard kick to the mutt's side. This spiteful act had earned him was an angry yell from the rest of the team and a hard nip on his ankle from Bluey. Then Bluey activated its rockets and went flying away to Sniper instead. If the dog had hands, Scout would have sworn it was giving him the middle finger. For the rest of the battle, Scout had exclusively sought out the RED team's Guard Dog and exacted his revenge over and over again.
"I'll show you a bitch. A dead bitch," Scout said, waving around his Sandman. The dog raised its hackles and growled at him.
"Oi, knock it off," Sniper said.
"But that dog was the one who started it," Scout protested. Sniper just gave him a nasty look, and guided the dog into a shower cubicle.
"You're not going to wash yourself with that mutt in there, are you, numbnuts?" Scout said, making sure to take the cubicle that was the furthest possible from Sniper. He turned up the shower to the maximum flow, hoping to down out the sound of Sniper over the roar of the water. It was fruitless. He could still hear Sniper was humming his song about shearing sheep as he scrubbed Bluey with soap. Sniper was the one who had given the Guard Dog its name and now it wouldn't answer to any other name, much to the others' chagrin. Still, it was a hell of a lot better than "Canine-powered Multi-purpose Battle Unit" (Soldier) or "Fluffy" (Demo). Medic argued that he should have naming rights to the dog, seeing as its breed /was/ Alsatian, but "Otis" never stuck. So Bluey it was. It was named after a dog Sniper had once owned, back in the old days when he hunted feral pigs and poached kangaroos, and a sad smile sometimes touched his lips when he said its name.
Scout hoped that Sniper’s heart wouldn’t be too broken when he murdered that dog.
Scout was sick. It was not his food, because it tasted good. It was not even the munching, slurping sounds that was coming from Bluey eating his food on the floor, even though it was pretty nauseating. It was the fact that the dinner table conversation was revolving around that dog. Bluey this, Bluey that. Bluey took out fifteen REDs today, let's jerk off all over him. We should have a fucking party for Bluey to celebrate his arrival on the team. It was infuriating. Scout was so fucking bored because he couldn't even contribute anything to the conversation. He sat there chewing his meal in silence.
He could see the shadow of the dog under the table. Evidently it had finished its food, and was now begging for scraps. Sniper fed it a few scraps of steak. It was pushing its head into everyone’s laps and they were patting him. "Don't get near me," Scout whispered. "Don't you fucking dare."
The dog sniffed hopefully in his direction. Scout shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing so hard that he was sure his teeth would break. He glared at the dog. The dog stared back. If it was a staring contest that dog wanted, fine. Scout would stare the shit out of him.
It edged nearer, and barked softly. Did that mangy mongrel think he could get away with this? “I told you…” Scout said. “If you come one more step closer, you’re dogmeat.”
The dog barked again, insolently, and licked Scout in the leg. Okay. That’s it. Scout kicked the dog in the ribs. It yelped. The sound echoed all over the room. Everyone stopped eating and stared at Scout. Fuck. Now he almost regretted doing that. Almost. I warned it. It’s its own fucking fault. I'm not in the wrong here.
"That's enough," said Sniper. Sniper's voice was still at its usual volume but - shit, he must have really stepped out of line, because he'd never seen this mild-mannered man's face look this angry. "You've been so..." He struggled to find the right word."...so malicious to Bluey all day. How could you be so cruel to him; he's just a dumb animal."
"Why you be mean to leetle doggie?" said Heavy, cracking his knuckles menacingly. Anyone who picked on the team member who constantly kept Sasha supplied with ammo was scum.
"Yeah, wha' did he do tae you, lad?" Demo added.
"Why the fuck are you overreacting to this? It's just a dog, a stupid dog. Look at the thing. It's disgusting and smelly and it thinks it's so great. It's... it's fucking arrogant. I don't see why we need a dog on this team anyway." And I'm tired of everyone on this entire team kissing this animal's paws and treating it like its the greatest thing since sliced bread. There was a tsk-tsk from Spy, who lit another cigarette and looked thoroughly amused.
"Darn it, boy, you're being irrational," said Engineer. "Even Medic and Solly can get along, and they used be worst enemies."
The Soldier and Medic looked at each other edgewise. "Ja..." Medic said nervously. "Das ist completely true." Soldier nodded his agreement, a vein bulging in his neck.
"Who reckons Scoot should sit on the floor instead o' the dog?" growled Demo.
"Wait, what -"
Sniper rose up from his seat, took Scout by the back of his shirt and shoved him down to the floor. He dropped Scout's plate next to him. Almost immediately, the dog leapt up to his place at the table, eliciting laughter from everyone.
This was disgusting. He could see flecks of the dog's slobber all over the floor and... he wasn't a germaphobe but it just wasn't a good place to eat. He craned his neck upwards, putting a remorseful expression on his face, but they were all ignoring him now and had resumed the conversation about what kind of presents they could get for Bluey's party.
"Pyro, man, talk some sense into them." Pyro just shook his head sadly and continued to eat. Spy grinned and flicked a piece of ash towards Scout. It landed in Scout's food.
"Fuck you guys. Fuck alla you," Scout shouted, except it came out more like a whisper. He grabbed his plate and walked to his room, his hands shaking and his face flushed pink. At least in the privacy of his room, they wouldn't see him cry like a sissy.
Scout moaned with pleasure as his partner's soft lips sucked against his lips, his neck, his chest. "Fuck... that feels good," he breathed. His partner's warm erection was pressing into his thigh and Scout was very aroused. Their hand went to Scout's chest and squeezed one of his... breasts? They teased his soft pink nipples into hardness. Scout just wanted them inside him. He felt their hand touching at his entrance of his vagina, becoming slick with his lubrication, making circles on his clit. One finger entered him, and he felt an electrifying shock of pleasure.
Suddenly, something large and heavy landed on top of him. He jerked awake with a yell. It was pitch black inside his room, and couldn't for the life of him figure out what had happened. When he'd gotten his orientation back, he realised from the thing's breathing sounds that it was the mutt. It stretched its neck over and panted into Scout's face. Its breath was moist, hot and disgusting. He shoved its head away.
"Fuck off, mutt," he said, his heart still pounding. "I was having a good dream and you ruined it." He reached down and absently felt his erection through his boxers. "...A really good dream."
Scout collapsed back onto his pillow with a sigh. It must be four in the morning. His sleep was completely ruined. He wouldn't be able to keep awake in the battle today and he'd look even more incompetent next to this dog, just what he needed. He knew it; that was the dog's evil plan. Outshine him so hard that he was ridiculed and kicked off the team. Bluey lay down next to Scout's head with a sound that was between a whimper and a growl.
"Hey. Chucklehead. Beat it. If you didn't realise by now, I fuckin' hate you. Go sniff at Sniper's asshole or whatever you like to do." He rolled over and faced the wall. If he wasn't so damn tired right now, he'd belt the shit out of that mongrel, screw the consequences.
There was silence for a few minutes, apart from the soft breathing of the animal. Then the dog huffed. He started licking the back of the boy's neck with a high-pitched whine. Fat fucking chance he was going to sleep through that racket, and the sky was turning a dark shade of grey now. It was like it was still trying to make friends with him after all this. It was retarded. Why do you hate me? it seemed to be saying.
"You're just a vicious little, stupid little animal who likes eating your own puke," he answered. "No wonder the screwballs on this team are in love with you."
He closed his eyes again, trying to telepathically communicate to the dog to get lost. Dogs could like, sense earthquakes and shit before they happened. Why couldn't this one sense the waves of hatred that were coming off him?
"What is your issue?" he muttered. "Look, I'm sorry, alright. There's your apology if that's what you wanted. Now get the fuck outta my room." He was pleading with the dog now. If anyone could see this, he would never be able to live it down.
"I can't help it yanno. Kicking dogs and shit, whenever I see 'em. I think I got my bros to thank for that." He paused. "They liked to run around torturing dogs. They'd just grab a coupla strays off the street and make em fight each other for bets. Or they'd tie up a few of em, soak em with gasoline and watched them burn." He looked at the dog to see if it had been affected at all by this story. The dog looked back innocently with its shiny eyes, a sliver of tongue poking out of its mouth.
"Look. I'm never gonna like you. I can't like you. I'm probably mentally unstable or some shit. Maybe one day I'm gonna snap and bat your stupid little head in. So just stay away from me, capice?"
He tried to fill his voice with all the anger he could muster. The dog's hackles raised slightly, but it jumped off his bed and left him alone. For the love of Joseph fucking Smith, he could finally get some sleep. He drifted in and out of consciousness. “You’re back,” whispered his dream-partner into his ear. “I haven’t finished with you.”
The waves of sensation began again, and they were even more intense this time, if it was even possible. His partner penetrated him. He first felt a feeling of fullness and then his nerve endings were sizzling with sparks. His partner thrusted in and out of him, gently at first, building up speed and strength, and then Scout’s head was banging against the headboard but he didn’t care because his insides were filled with fireworks. He was at the cusp of his release. He was so wet and warm down there...
He was so wet…
For the second time that night, Scout jerked awake, and swore loudly. The dog had nosed himself into Scout's pants and was licking the head of his penis, which was sticking slightly out the top of his boxers. His pubic hair was absolutely drenched with slobber. Fucking disgusting. He covered himself up and backed away into his wall. Fuck. He was going to get nightmares now. Enough was enough. He reached for his baseball bat, which he'd dumped on the floor at the end of his bed. He'd been waiting for this all day.
The baseball bat trembled in his hand. He was so going to beat the brains out of that dog. He really was. He brought the bat back, ready to swing it, but hesitated. Ok... he just couldn't bring himself to do it, the way that dog was looking at him like that. Then the dog sniffed once, as though even it sensed that Scout's threat was only half-hearted. Goddamn, that dog had no fear. He chucked the bat away and leaned against the wall, panting.
"I'm fucking stupid, not shutting the door," he admitted. "Are you sure you're not Spy in disguise? That sleazeball gets himself in all kindsa places too."
Bluey said nothing. He sniffed again, and then nosed Scout's crotch. Scout was still hard. For all these fucking hard-ons he was getting tonight, he was probably going to have sore balls tomorrow. He didn't pull himself away this time. He was curious now. He wriggled out of his boxers. The dog started relentlessly licking his balls. What the fuck? Was the thing attracted to his natural, salty flavour?
This was so wrong. This was wrong on all levels. He should stop this. He should... but shit, it felt so good. It licked his balls and then over his asshole. It was licking harder and harder, so hard that the tip of its tongue seemed to be pushing itself into his entrance.
He wanted the dog to go higher. He put his hands to each side of the dog's head and guided it up to the head of his cock. It resisted at first, but then let Scout put its tongue there. Its tongue had a rough sandpapery texture but it didn't hurt -- it felt amazing.
He moaned, feeling the orgasm building up inside his balls. He finished himself off with a couple of pumps of his hand, and came onto the blanket. The mutt bowed its head and started lapping at the stuff. Scout pushed it away with horror.
"Urgh. That's gross."
Bluey huffed, leapt off the bed and padded out of the room. Scout climbed out of bed and took his blanket off the mattress. The afterglow of his release was mixed with his annoyance. He'd missed on so much sleep, he'd just performed a sick act of bestiality (kind of), and now he had to clean his sheets on top of that. Oh shit - it’d just occurred to him that he'd probably never be able to have another blowjob again without thinking about what that stupid dog just did to him. Anger formed in the pit of his stomach and he decided that he would kill that mutt in the morning -- even if it cost him a broken neck from Sniper.
The End
"Good work today, Bluey. Good boy," said the BLU Engineer, ruffling the scruff of the Guard Dog's neck affectionately. He knelt and removed the dog's two cannons with the touch of a button. He took off the dog’s work shirt as well. Bluey wagged its tail and shook its body, spraying Engie with droplets of sweat. As everyone else filed into the locker room, they offered their own praise.
"Dog is credit to team!"
"Good fighting, trooper, we'll make a man of you yet!"
"Guudggh, yhrr drr bhhst."
Spy sniffed. "I suppose our new recruit did a satisfactory job." Bluey bounded up to Spy and pressed his wet nose into his pant leg. Spy tentatively extended one gloved hand and patted the dog on the head like he was afraid of getting germs.
Scout was the last in. He said nothing to the dog, but began stripping down for his shower. That stupid mutt decided to come over and sniff at his towel-covered crotch. Scout took five backward steps.
"Get the hell away from me."
The dog just cocked its head and stared at him with its warm brown eyes.
"Trying to put on your little puppy dog eyes, huh? Not going to work on me."
"I think he likes you," said Medic with a chuckle.
"Likes him? Why? He's been a real bitch tae Bluey," Demo said. "If I was that dog I'd take another chunk oot o' his leg." Ha ha. Fucking clever pun, Demo, Scout thought. Demo was referring to today's battle. When Bluey had run over to Scout to give him a medpack, Scout had accepted it and then returned the favour with a hard kick to the mutt's side. This spiteful act had earned him was an angry yell from the rest of the team and a hard nip on his ankle from Bluey. Then Bluey activated its rockets and went flying away to Sniper instead. If the dog had hands, Scout would have sworn it was giving him the middle finger. For the rest of the battle, Scout had exclusively sought out the RED team's Guard Dog and exacted his revenge over and over again.
"I'll show you a bitch. A dead bitch," Scout said, waving around his Sandman. The dog raised its hackles and growled at him.
"Oi, knock it off," Sniper said.
"But that dog was the one who started it," Scout protested. Sniper just gave him a nasty look, and guided the dog into a shower cubicle.
"You're not going to wash yourself with that mutt in there, are you, numbnuts?" Scout said, making sure to take the cubicle that was the furthest possible from Sniper. He turned up the shower to the maximum flow, hoping to down out the sound of Sniper over the roar of the water. It was fruitless. He could still hear Sniper was humming his song about shearing sheep as he scrubbed Bluey with soap. Sniper was the one who had given the Guard Dog its name and now it wouldn't answer to any other name, much to the others' chagrin. Still, it was a hell of a lot better than "Canine-powered Multi-purpose Battle Unit" (Soldier) or "Fluffy" (Demo). Medic argued that he should have naming rights to the dog, seeing as its breed /was/ Alsatian, but "Otis" never stuck. So Bluey it was. It was named after a dog Sniper had once owned, back in the old days when he hunted feral pigs and poached kangaroos, and a sad smile sometimes touched his lips when he said its name.
Scout hoped that Sniper’s heart wouldn’t be too broken when he murdered that dog.
Scout was sick. It was not his food, because it tasted good. It was not even the munching, slurping sounds that was coming from Bluey eating his food on the floor, even though it was pretty nauseating. It was the fact that the dinner table conversation was revolving around that dog. Bluey this, Bluey that. Bluey took out fifteen REDs today, let's jerk off all over him. We should have a fucking party for Bluey to celebrate his arrival on the team. It was infuriating. Scout was so fucking bored because he couldn't even contribute anything to the conversation. He sat there chewing his meal in silence.
He could see the shadow of the dog under the table. Evidently it had finished its food, and was now begging for scraps. Sniper fed it a few scraps of steak. It was pushing its head into everyone’s laps and they were patting him. "Don't get near me," Scout whispered. "Don't you fucking dare."
The dog sniffed hopefully in his direction. Scout shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, chewing so hard that he was sure his teeth would break. He glared at the dog. The dog stared back. If it was a staring contest that dog wanted, fine. Scout would stare the shit out of him.
It edged nearer, and barked softly. Did that mangy mongrel think he could get away with this? “I told you…” Scout said. “If you come one more step closer, you’re dogmeat.”
The dog barked again, insolently, and licked Scout in the leg. Okay. That’s it. Scout kicked the dog in the ribs. It yelped. The sound echoed all over the room. Everyone stopped eating and stared at Scout. Fuck. Now he almost regretted doing that. Almost. I warned it. It’s its own fucking fault. I'm not in the wrong here.
"That's enough," said Sniper. Sniper's voice was still at its usual volume but - shit, he must have really stepped out of line, because he'd never seen this mild-mannered man's face look this angry. "You've been so..." He struggled to find the right word."...so malicious to Bluey all day. How could you be so cruel to him; he's just a dumb animal."
"Why you be mean to leetle doggie?" said Heavy, cracking his knuckles menacingly. Anyone who picked on the team member who constantly kept Sasha supplied with ammo was scum.
"Yeah, wha' did he do tae you, lad?" Demo added.
"Why the fuck are you overreacting to this? It's just a dog, a stupid dog. Look at the thing. It's disgusting and smelly and it thinks it's so great. It's... it's fucking arrogant. I don't see why we need a dog on this team anyway." And I'm tired of everyone on this entire team kissing this animal's paws and treating it like its the greatest thing since sliced bread. There was a tsk-tsk from Spy, who lit another cigarette and looked thoroughly amused.
"Darn it, boy, you're being irrational," said Engineer. "Even Medic and Solly can get along, and they used be worst enemies."
The Soldier and Medic looked at each other edgewise. "Ja..." Medic said nervously. "Das ist completely true." Soldier nodded his agreement, a vein bulging in his neck.
"Who reckons Scoot should sit on the floor instead o' the dog?" growled Demo.
"Wait, what -"
Sniper rose up from his seat, took Scout by the back of his shirt and shoved him down to the floor. He dropped Scout's plate next to him. Almost immediately, the dog leapt up to his place at the table, eliciting laughter from everyone.
This was disgusting. He could see flecks of the dog's slobber all over the floor and... he wasn't a germaphobe but it just wasn't a good place to eat. He craned his neck upwards, putting a remorseful expression on his face, but they were all ignoring him now and had resumed the conversation about what kind of presents they could get for Bluey's party.
"Pyro, man, talk some sense into them." Pyro just shook his head sadly and continued to eat. Spy grinned and flicked a piece of ash towards Scout. It landed in Scout's food.
"Fuck you guys. Fuck alla you," Scout shouted, except it came out more like a whisper. He grabbed his plate and walked to his room, his hands shaking and his face flushed pink. At least in the privacy of his room, they wouldn't see him cry like a sissy.
Scout moaned with pleasure as his partner's soft lips sucked against his lips, his neck, his chest. "Fuck... that feels good," he breathed. His partner's warm erection was pressing into his thigh and Scout was very aroused. Their hand went to Scout's chest and squeezed one of his... breasts? They teased his soft pink nipples into hardness. Scout just wanted them inside him. He felt their hand touching at his entrance of his vagina, becoming slick with his lubrication, making circles on his clit. One finger entered him, and he felt an electrifying shock of pleasure.
Suddenly, something large and heavy landed on top of him. He jerked awake with a yell. It was pitch black inside his room, and couldn't for the life of him figure out what had happened. When he'd gotten his orientation back, he realised from the thing's breathing sounds that it was the mutt. It stretched its neck over and panted into Scout's face. Its breath was moist, hot and disgusting. He shoved its head away.
"Fuck off, mutt," he said, his heart still pounding. "I was having a good dream and you ruined it." He reached down and absently felt his erection through his boxers. "...A really good dream."
Scout collapsed back onto his pillow with a sigh. It must be four in the morning. His sleep was completely ruined. He wouldn't be able to keep awake in the battle today and he'd look even more incompetent next to this dog, just what he needed. He knew it; that was the dog's evil plan. Outshine him so hard that he was ridiculed and kicked off the team. Bluey lay down next to Scout's head with a sound that was between a whimper and a growl.
"Hey. Chucklehead. Beat it. If you didn't realise by now, I fuckin' hate you. Go sniff at Sniper's asshole or whatever you like to do." He rolled over and faced the wall. If he wasn't so damn tired right now, he'd belt the shit out of that mongrel, screw the consequences.
There was silence for a few minutes, apart from the soft breathing of the animal. Then the dog huffed. He started licking the back of the boy's neck with a high-pitched whine. Fat fucking chance he was going to sleep through that racket, and the sky was turning a dark shade of grey now. It was like it was still trying to make friends with him after all this. It was retarded. Why do you hate me? it seemed to be saying.
"You're just a vicious little, stupid little animal who likes eating your own puke," he answered. "No wonder the screwballs on this team are in love with you."
He closed his eyes again, trying to telepathically communicate to the dog to get lost. Dogs could like, sense earthquakes and shit before they happened. Why couldn't this one sense the waves of hatred that were coming off him?
"What is your issue?" he muttered. "Look, I'm sorry, alright. There's your apology if that's what you wanted. Now get the fuck outta my room." He was pleading with the dog now. If anyone could see this, he would never be able to live it down.
"I can't help it yanno. Kicking dogs and shit, whenever I see 'em. I think I got my bros to thank for that." He paused. "They liked to run around torturing dogs. They'd just grab a coupla strays off the street and make em fight each other for bets. Or they'd tie up a few of em, soak em with gasoline and watched them burn." He looked at the dog to see if it had been affected at all by this story. The dog looked back innocently with its shiny eyes, a sliver of tongue poking out of its mouth.
"Look. I'm never gonna like you. I can't like you. I'm probably mentally unstable or some shit. Maybe one day I'm gonna snap and bat your stupid little head in. So just stay away from me, capice?"
He tried to fill his voice with all the anger he could muster. The dog's hackles raised slightly, but it jumped off his bed and left him alone. For the love of Joseph fucking Smith, he could finally get some sleep. He drifted in and out of consciousness. “You’re back,” whispered his dream-partner into his ear. “I haven’t finished with you.”
The waves of sensation began again, and they were even more intense this time, if it was even possible. His partner penetrated him. He first felt a feeling of fullness and then his nerve endings were sizzling with sparks. His partner thrusted in and out of him, gently at first, building up speed and strength, and then Scout’s head was banging against the headboard but he didn’t care because his insides were filled with fireworks. He was at the cusp of his release. He was so wet and warm down there...
He was so wet…
For the second time that night, Scout jerked awake, and swore loudly. The dog had nosed himself into Scout's pants and was licking the head of his penis, which was sticking slightly out the top of his boxers. His pubic hair was absolutely drenched with slobber. Fucking disgusting. He covered himself up and backed away into his wall. Fuck. He was going to get nightmares now. Enough was enough. He reached for his baseball bat, which he'd dumped on the floor at the end of his bed. He'd been waiting for this all day.
The baseball bat trembled in his hand. He was so going to beat the brains out of that dog. He really was. He brought the bat back, ready to swing it, but hesitated. Ok... he just couldn't bring himself to do it, the way that dog was looking at him like that. Then the dog sniffed once, as though even it sensed that Scout's threat was only half-hearted. Goddamn, that dog had no fear. He chucked the bat away and leaned against the wall, panting.
"I'm fucking stupid, not shutting the door," he admitted. "Are you sure you're not Spy in disguise? That sleazeball gets himself in all kindsa places too."
Bluey said nothing. He sniffed again, and then nosed Scout's crotch. Scout was still hard. For all these fucking hard-ons he was getting tonight, he was probably going to have sore balls tomorrow. He didn't pull himself away this time. He was curious now. He wriggled out of his boxers. The dog started relentlessly licking his balls. What the fuck? Was the thing attracted to his natural, salty flavour?
This was so wrong. This was wrong on all levels. He should stop this. He should... but shit, it felt so good. It licked his balls and then over his asshole. It was licking harder and harder, so hard that the tip of its tongue seemed to be pushing itself into his entrance.
He wanted the dog to go higher. He put his hands to each side of the dog's head and guided it up to the head of his cock. It resisted at first, but then let Scout put its tongue there. Its tongue had a rough sandpapery texture but it didn't hurt -- it felt amazing.
He moaned, feeling the orgasm building up inside his balls. He finished himself off with a couple of pumps of his hand, and came onto the blanket. The mutt bowed its head and started lapping at the stuff. Scout pushed it away with horror.
"Urgh. That's gross."
Bluey huffed, leapt off the bed and padded out of the room. Scout climbed out of bed and took his blanket off the mattress. The afterglow of his release was mixed with his annoyance. He'd missed on so much sleep, he'd just performed a sick act of bestiality (kind of), and now he had to clean his sheets on top of that. Oh shit - it’d just occurred to him that he'd probably never be able to have another blowjob again without thinking about what that stupid dog just did to him. Anger formed in the pit of his stomach and he decided that he would kill that mutt in the morning -- even if it cost him a broken neck from Sniper.
The End