You are not logged in. Log in
 

Search

in Spelstorm Manor by anyone tagged as none

Spelstorm Manor

It's a dog's life

added by Drakkenfyre 5 years ago A O

Frou Frou was having a wonderful time humiliating Ryan. After making Ryan gobble up the rusty old tin of processed meat that Johnny had found in the kitchen, Frou Frou made Ryan scratch at the backdoor.

"Oh, does my doggy need to go walkies?" Johnny asked.

Ryan's head bobbed up and down.

"I really have to think of a good name for you boy," Johnny said as he opened the back door. Ryan dashed out. Frou Frou scanned Ryan's memories as he looked around the backyard. There was Ryan's bicycle by the back gate. Frou Frou piloted Ryan over to the bicycle, and raised his hind leg.

"Hey, that's my bike!" shouted Ryan overriding Frou Frou's verbal block.

"Huh?" said Frou Frou, he was surprised that the primitive had resisted. He punched the control keys.

"nuh-nuh- nooooo," moaned Ryan as he was silenced. Then he lowered his leg having drained his bladder, and his snout dislodged Ryan's bicycle helmet from where it hung from the handlebars. Then Ryan's body turned and squatted and relieved his bowels straight into the helmet.

"No!" shouted Johnny, "Ew!" He giggled nervously as he ran over to the dog, "Ryan will kill us both, if he ever finds out. I better clean it up before he gets home." He grabbed the dog by the collar, "Well, I bet you think that's pretty funny, boy, shitting in my shithead of a brother's bike helmet? But it's not! You know I've read a lot of dog training books, and you're lucky I did. My bro would probably shove your nose in your poop, but the books say that doesn't teach a dog not to poop where they shouldn't." Johnny sighed.

"Aw!" whined Frou Frou, "C'mon, boy, shove Ryan's face in his poop." He made Ryan lunge toward the helmet full of poop, but Johnny held him back.

"Weird, it's like you understand what I said. Oh, well, first things first."

Johnny carried the helmet over to the waste bin, and emptied it out. Then he use the garden hose to wash it out, and hung it back on Ryan's bike to dry.

"There, Ryan will never know. Now to get you cleaned up, before you meet Da and Mum. Hope they let me keep you, uh how about-"


What do you do now?

  • No options available - Create your own addition below!

Write a new chapter

List of options your readers will have:

    Tags:
    You need to select at least one TF type
    Tags must apply to the content in the current chapter only.
    Do not add tags for potential future chapters.
    Read this before posting
    Any of the following is not permitted:
    • comments (please use the Note option instead)
    • image links
    • short chapters
    • fan fiction (content based off a copyrighted work)
    All chapters not following these rules are subject to deletion at any time and those who abuse will be banned.


    Optional