The Dog Fucker – Part 1: Planet K-9

Prologue

It started with a flash of pink light.

I yelped, the cry echoing throughout the small room that had been my home for the past three years. It wasn’t much, but it was better than what most of the orphans got. Still, I could not help clinging on to the hope that my parents would rescue me from this life of solitude. Of course, now that I was turning eighteen and being kicked out of the orphanage, it was very unlikely I would ever see them again—if I had ever seen them at all. Come to think of it, I was thinking of my parents when the mysterious light appeared.

I sealed my eyes in an attempt to dispel the bright light, but it had very little effect. It was almost as if the light was coming from within me, though deep down I knew that was impossible. Still, the thought was worth considering. As was the fact that I may very well never escape it. I was beginning to picture my life as a blind person when the mysterious luminescence faded.

Darkness returned, yet I hesitated before opening my eyes. What if the light was still there? Or worse, what if it was gone and I had lost my sight? But in the end, my curiosity got the better of me.

I wasn’t blind. And the light was gone. However, the bed I sat on was no longer bare. Where there had been nothing before now stood two objects. The first appeared to be a folded up note with my name—Ava Long—printed upon it. The second was a pink dildo.

I glanced around the room, but nothing else had changed. The door was still locked, which meant this was not some elaborate prank. Whatever it was, it was magical in nature.

My attention returned to the items before me. Part of me wanted to flee, but my curiosity would not be denied. Ignoring the dildo, I reached for the note. My hands shook, yet I was able to hold the note steady enough to read it.

Happy birthday.

This is a magical dildo. Use it, and you shall be reunited with your parents.

—A friend.

I read the note a good dozen times before accepting the fact that the words upon it were encouraging me to pleasure myself. While it had been quite a while since I had last climaxed, it was the thought of being reunited with my parents that pushed me to follow the note’s advice. It was illogical to believe that masturbating would lead to a familial reunion, yet I had very little to lose. I thus reached out and grabbed hold of the dildo.

It was rather large and seemed to be made of some odd material that was unknown to me. The texture was off, and the shaft felt warm to the touch, but it was otherwise a normal dildo. Still, it was with a racing heart that I stretched out across the mattress—I always sleep naked—and pressed the tip of the toy to my slit.

What followed was the most ordinary auto-erotic stimulation of my entire life. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely was not this. Nonetheless, I kept going, refusing to give up so long as there was even the slightest chance that the note had been telling the truth.

It wasn’t until I neared the point of no return that something unusual started happening. It wasn’t exactly magical, yet it was definitely something I had never experienced before. As the orgasm growing within me neared fruition, I found myself fantasizing about a dog. Why? Because I had seen one pound a bitch earlier that day. While I wasn’t exactly turned on by the animalistic display of lust, I had been fascinated by the intensity with which the dog had pounded his mate. It was this fascination that led to me making a wish just as I reached the point of no return.

“I wish this dildo were a dog’s cock,” I muttered under my breath. While quite perverse, the desire was not what worried me. It was the flash of pink light.

It only lasted a second, but it was enough to put an immediate and irreversible end to my masturbation session. My eyes remained closed for a few seconds. When they finally fluttered open, I was faced with a terrifying revelation.

I was no longer in my room.


Part 1: Planet K-9

I sat up and glanced around. All I could see was sand. It stretches out as far as the eye would see in all directions. Above me floated a blue sky. The sun’s hot rays blasted me with heat, making my skin tingle. But no matter how intense the rays or how hot the sand felt against my bare skin—I was still naked—I refused to believe they were real.

“This can’t be happening,” was the first thing I muttered. But no amount of denial would change the fact that I had been transported to a completely different part of the globe. Or so I thought until I noticed the color of the sun. It was red.

It took me a while to figure out what this meant. When it finally hit me, it felt like a punch to the stomach. Why? Because there was only one logical explanation.

I was no longer on earth! At least, that was the first theory I came up with. There was also the possibility that the flash of pink light had scarred my retina and made it so I now perceived the yellow sun as being red. Unfortunately, that seemed very unlikely. Then again, so did the theory that I was on another planet. Whatever the case, I was no longer in my room.

My heart raced within my chest. My breathing quickened. I wanted to yell, but my voice was gone. As was my strength. I just sat there, stunned.

“It worked,” was the first thing I mumbled when my voice finally returned. I glanced down at the dildo in my hand. It seemed so innocuous, yet there was no doubt in my mind it was responsible for my current predicament. Clearly, it was magical, yet it had failed to complete its task and reunite me with my parents.

I sat there for the longest time before I realized there was a very simple solution to my dilemma. If the dildo had brought me here—wherever here was—maybe it could take me back. It was thus with immense verve that I once again began pleasuring myself. But no amount of thrusting and moaning would dispel the fear that gripped me. I was, at least temporarily, trapped.

I gave up on pleasuring myself and went about searching for another solution. The first thing I did was study my immediate surroundings in the hopes of finding something of use. Unfortunately, the dildo was the only item to have accompanied me on this fantastical journey.

My next step was to inspect the rest of my surroundings. Before me stretched the desert. Same for the left. And the right. It wasn’t until I turned around that I finally spotted it.

A city.

It was distant, yet with a little luck and a lot of walking, I should be able to reach it. Since it was my only option, I scrambled to my feet and started walking toward the distant metropolis, the magical dildo clenched in my right hand.

I walked for hours. Every once in a while I paused to pleasure myself, but I was still too afraid to enjoy it. And, unfortunately, the dildo seemed linked to my arousal, which meant that I would have to near climax in order to activate its powerful magic. And that clearly would not happen anytime soon.

As the day stretched on, my fear gradually faded. By the time I was relaxed enough to become aroused, I had grown too tired to even consider attempting to pleasure myself. The sun had nearly burned my skin off, and my throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper. Not to mention the exhaustion of walking for hours on end.

I only made it halfway to the city before the last of my strength left me and I crumbled. I tried to lift myself, but I was too exhausted. I simply lay there, breathing in sand as I struggled to keep the exhaustion at bay. In the end, even that became impossible, and I gave up all hope. I let unconsciousness take me, aware, yet uncaring, that I may never again wake up.

I awoke, only to find I was no longer in the desert. The softness of the mattress and the silkiness of the sheets told me I was in bed. For a brief moment, I thought I was back at the orphanage, but one look at my surroundings dispelled such beliefs.