Player X Dogday Novels & Stories

Turning to Xander, I clung to his body, seeking comfort and protection. “I don’t want to die like this,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. His embrace tightened around me, and the memory of our past moments of love flooded our hearts. “I’m sorry,” the owner of the dog apologized, swiftly grabbing their pet by the collar. “It’s okay,” Xander replied calmly, his composure unwavering. “What do you mean, okay? What if your dog has bitten me?” The woman, dressed in a short jogging outfit, avoided my gaze and looked toward Xander. A smile formed on her face as she passed by. Xander’s eyes followed her momentarily before refocusing on me.

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

“Unless you’re scared.” Trinity cackled in my head. “Oh hell yes. Let’s show Mr. Muscles what we’ve got now that we’re fully powered up.” Mac gave me a look that was part intrigued, part “what have I gotten myself into?” and followed me down to the Blue Moon training fields. Birds sang conversations as we walked along, the day warm with the promise of spring. “Is it true that you have a dog sanctuary?” I asked. “Yes. We have eleven dogs, with plenty of room to run, and climate-controlled dog houses. One of the dogs is Alexander’s, his name is Flappers.”

Danny complained, slamming the door of his locker shut, making the students around him wince at the loud sound. "Ladies and gentleman, we have a sore loser!" Raven snorted, gesturing to Danny lazily with one hand whilst one perusing through her bag for her tattered history book. She was sure she put it in there somewhere. "Speaking of sore, how's your wrist feeling after that loss, Danny boy?" Aaron teased, ruffling Danny's hair to which he whined. As soft-hearted as Danny could be, there was one thing that he hated truly and that was losing. So, during movie night with his friends yesterday, losing to an arm wrestle with both Aaron and Justin was something that irked hi. It irked him a lot.

Douchbag. Xavier missed the first try, missed the second and got the third, the guy handed us a stuffed angry bird that looks like it was dieing from starvation. What the chocolate. "I will try again." Xavier hands the guy another fifty bucks. This time Xavier got the first missed, got the second and missed the third. The game guy then hand us a stuffed cat in no better condition as the angry bird. I think this guy is not a animal lover. All the animals are in a severe condition. Well except the blue big prized dolphin.

Bring your ass over, boy. Bring breakfast. – Patch Chance punched in his code to his uncle’s house to bypass the keyed lock and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by Roxy, a pit bull that was rescued from a dog fighter that Patch was rehabilitating. Her gray scarred body wiggled with excitement as she made scratchy barking noises. “Hey girl.” Chance smiled at the dog. He scratched her bouncing rump as he tried to get inside the house. “Let me in and I’ll give you a hash brown.”

Liam would kill me if I ever have them returned. Those small things, I would let them indulge. Liam’s playing running around playing fetch with a dog. A dog I don’t know or remember having. Axel suddenly materialized with one a while ago. The puppy was actually very cute. That dog couldn’t be Xavier’s? Could Xavier have a pet puppy? I wondered. It didn’t seem fitting though. But I was sure it couldn't be Axel’s. I can’t imagine Axel owning a pet, the guy seems just too, what’s the word …?

He barely have time to cover his sensitive groin before a fuzzy, furry missile streaks through the door and leaps onto the bed, landing with a floomp. Another few centimeters to the left and he would be a eunuch. Thankfully, the dog bomb missed. “Xerxes!” Jackson grumbles to his Yorkie. His full name is Xerxes the Great, and his behavior warrants use of his full government name, but he was too asleep to scold him fully and properly.

I looked at the water boiling rapidly in the pot and smiled, wondering how they would handle this since they were so good at playing dead. I carefully grabbed the scalding towel with two of my fingers and flicked it across Dad's face. I saw the man lying stiffly in the coffin twitch twice. His hand reflexively clenched around the fabric of his trousers. I could barely suppress a laugh as I witnessed such a clumsy performance. I then used the same rough scrubbing motion I usually used for washing clothes and scrubbed his refined, fair face hard. They always used to beat me under the excuse that I did a poor job washing clothes. So, today, I was going to show them exactly how strong I was.

Dog door? Was that a pet door?