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" Sick Puppy "Written By: Presser Pairings : 4x5 implied Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Very, very sick and demented fic! Doggy
sex; it's consentual, You've been warned!
"Sick Puppy" "Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes
the fear of death." "Got the amphetamines ready?" Chang Wufei turned from his workbench to glare at Quatre Raberba Winner. Chang's assistant wasn't everything he could want in a scientific mind, but a finer gofer he was unlikely to obtain. Besides, there were...advantages to having such a lithe and beautiful boy working for him. "What do amphetamines do, sir?" The young boy fidgeted with the fringe of his green sweater. He liked wearing this particular sweater, because his master told him that it brought out the color of his eyes. "Winner!" Chang snapped impatiently at the
boy. "I've explained this on more than one occasion. Why is it
that you cannot keep the simplest facts straight in your mind?"
The boy's eyes turned sad like a little puppy's; "Oh, stop it! I suppose I can tell you once more, but you /have/ to pay attention this time." "Yes, master, of course, I'll pay attention." "Good." Chang Wufei rather enjoyed being doted upon, even if it was by someone so inferior intellectually. And he never grew tired of hearing his own voice. "The amphetamines are potent psychomotor stimulants. Their use causes a release of the excitatory neurotransmitters dopamine and noradrenaline (norepinephrine) from storage vesicles in the CNS." Chang quoted from his own dissertation on the chemical foundations of stimulants. His voice grew powerful as he warmed to his subject. "Amphetamines may be sniffed, swallowed, snorted
or injected. They induce exhilarating feelings of power, strength,
energy, self-assertion, focus and enhanced motivation. The need to
sleep or eat is diminished. Chang stopped to bathe in the glow of Quatre's adoration. "I love it when you use the big words, master." "Yes, yes, of course. Now," Chang said patiently, drawing out each word slowly, "have.you.got.the.amphetamines.ready?" "They're right here, prepared just as you asked
me to, master." Quatre turned and patted a white sheet on the
table to his right, then lifted the corner of the sheet. A double
row of syringes lay gleaming in the "Fine. Let's begin, then." Chang walked over to a metal cage and stuck his hands through the bars, grabbing the leg of a cocker spaniel with a dirty, matted coat. The year-old whimpered pitifully, but didn't put up much of a fight. "This one will do, Quatre. Bring me the first injection." Quatre removed the sheet and eyed the syringes hungrily. He selected the first from the top left of the lab tray and hurried to his master's side. "You won't hurt the puppy, will you?" Quatre's question grated on Chang's nerves. Did the damn boy have to ask the same damn question before every damn injection he ever administered? "As I've told you many times, Quatre, it will hurt a little bit, but then puppy will feel very, very good. Puppy will forget about the little sting. Okay?" Chang's last words were snippish, but he knew that Quatre wouldn't pick up on his arrogant tone. Another reason for employing an intellectual inferior. "Good, master, good." "Now hold the dog's paw while I give the shot." Chang gave the spaniel's paw to Quatre, who held it tight. His eyes grew wide. "Don't worry, puppy! Master says you'll feel really good in just a bit, and you won't remember the sting. Trust him like I do, okay?" "That's enough, Quatre. There, that should be just fine. Now dispose of this and bring me the next injection." Chang moved to the next cage, where a Chihuahua huddled in the corner. "Quatre, you'll need to grab Dickie and hold him. You know he doesn't like it when I do it." "You mean Dickie sometimes bites you, right master?" Quatre looked to Chang for approval. "Just hold him, Quatre, while I give him the injection."
Chang repressed a sigh as he spoke. "All done. Now set the timer
and call me when ten minutes have gone by. I'll be in the library
with a sherry and my current "Yes, master." Chang turned and left the lab, walking lightly up the stairs to the kitchen. Quatre Winner set the egg timer Chang kept in the lab for this purpose and then sat on a stool before the Chihuahua and the spaniel. "It's okay, Dickie, you'll like being with Peaches,
she's really nice. I know her hair is all matted and everything, but
that's just because I haven't been allowed the time to groom her.
You just wait and see, you'll The timer's loud ring jostled Quatre awake. He reached
for the device and fell on the floor, knocking over the stool he had
placed before the dogs. Standing hastily, the boy looked around to
make sure that he hadn't "Mast -" The boy's word died before it was
completed. Chang Wufei stood in the doorway to the kitchen, his book
under his arm, his glass of sherry in one hand. He drained the last
of the sherry and then put the "Good boy. You came almost on time this time." Chang bequeathed a smile on his young assistant, who beamed with pride. "They're ready, master. I can tell." "Good boy. You may learn something of this trade after all." Chang led Quatre down into the laboratory. Before them was Peaches, the cocker spaniel, her eyes glazed over, her rump high in the air and pressed against the bars of her cage. Inches away, Dickie the Chihuahua had his snout jammed between the bars of his own cage, his tongue extended as far in Peaches' direction as possible. The small dog's legs were trembling. "Good, Quatre, very good. It looks like this combination may give us the final piece of data we need. Go ahead and release Dickie." Quatre moved to Dickie's cage and pulled the trap door
up. Dickie scampered through the narrow passage to Peaches' cage,
where he began licking the spaniel's sex through the bars that separated
them. Peaches "Now, Quatre, open the door to Peaches' cage." Quatre complied, and Dickie bounded through the opening, knocking Peaches to the floor of her enclosure. Both dogs scrambled to their feet, and Dickie promptly mounted Peaches. The two writhed against each other until Dickie found his rhythm. Peaches braced her legs and pushed against Dickie's thrusts. Chang picked up a clipboard and began to take notes. "Decreased time till onset of arousal," he murmured as he scribbled. "And if I'm right about this combination of drugs, both should experience greater stamina and more powerful orgasm." Chang finished his note taking and set aside his clipboard. "Quatre, come here. Want to sit on my lap?" Quatre's face lit up. The boy hurried to his master's side. Chang walked to the recliner he kept in the basement and sat. He positioned the boy in his lap and began to stroke the nape of Quatre's neck. Quatre purred contentedly, his eyes closing. "Mmmm...master, so good, so goo -" Quatre's eyes snapped open as he tumbled to the floor. Chang had abruptly stood up, dumping the boy off of his lap. "My god, Quatre, we've done it! I didn't think
I was that close, but this confirms it." Chang rushed to the
cage where Peaches had collapsed in a post-coital slumber. Dickie
had finished banging Peaches and was now on the floor of the cage
next to her, licking his balls roughly. Chang watched as a new erection
grew under Dickie's self stimulation, and then as the Chihuahua ejaculated,
licking up his own cum. Sated but still "Do you see this, Quatre?" Chang spoke excitedly.
"This is the first time for multiple male orgasms! For the first
time in history, men will be able to achieve the same ecstasy as their
female counterparts. This will "But don't we have to test it on - on people first,
master?" Quatre had picked himself up off the floor and walked
over to the cages. He leaned his head on Chang's shoulder and watched
as Dickie pushed Peaches' "Of course, Quatre, of course. We need human data before we can develop a drug that can be marketed." Chang quietly smiled to himself. "I suppose we should leave Dickie and Peaches alone. Let's go up and fix dinner, shall we?" As they climbed the stairs, Chang spoke as casually
as he could to his sweet little boy. "Quatre, didn't you say
you thought that Heero and Duo might want to spend the night with
you sometime?" The boy nodded Quatre hurried away to the phone in the hallway. Chang stood watching his assistant's ass vanish through the doorway. He absently scratched his balls as he thought of his next experiment. Owari |
