Episode 5: Naughty Puppy

Life, Kristen mused, was all about cycles. There were stressful times, and there were relaxed times. After the past few run-ins with the forces of evil, Kristen was glad to have a little downtime. She could just be a normal college student, even better, one having a fun time of it. Even though she didn’t get on the cheerleading squad, she still hung out with Lucy plenty. While there was that awkward phase with Caleb after the octopus incident, he’d been cool about it, and they’d gone to being friends as well.

What she couldn’t tell him was that forcing them to be friends was kind of hard for her. She wasn’t sure if maybe there wasn’t some residual effects from the Jizzopuss, but the thought of his rock hard cock blowing his load all over her body kept popping up in her mind from time to time. She hoped he didn’t notice, but sometimes she caught herself licking her lips.

He didn’t seem to notice. He was all free spirit and chill out with friends in the park. Lucy was fun to be around, for more than just cheer stuff. Aoi was great as a team member and a teacher, but it was nice to have some friends who weren’t always focused on training for the next monster. Kristen traipsed into class a few minutes early and spotted Lucy, besotted by a puppy.

“Who’s the cutest sweetest puppy in the whole-wide-world,” Lucy gushed as she played with the little black and grey pooch.

Kristen cooed, “Aww, sho cute! I didn’t know you had a puppy.”

“I didn’t until today,” she continued, “This widdle guy was wunning awound outside of class, and wunning away from anyone who came neaw it.” She pouted at the puppy who’s tail was wagging at 100 miles an hour, it responded by licking her lips. “Sho sweet.”

“He sure likes you though.”

“Right? Right? He just ran up to me and was totally sweet. I guess everyone else scared him but he likes me.”

“Wow, you think he’s lost or something?”

Lucy shrugged, “Dunno, maybe, but he’s got no collar or tags, and he wuvs his new mommy. And he smells like cinnamon. He’s juss so fwuffy.” She beckoned Kristen to bent over and took a whiff. It wasn’t very cinnamony, rather it was a mix of musky and earth. Kristen just nodded in agreement. She thought it better to let Lucy be happy than to try to correct her friend. Kristen smiled at the nuzzling pair. That dog was either a really great judge of character or the luckiest little mutt on the earth. Either way he couldn’t have done better than to get picked up by Lucy Benton.

Of course, Lucy was quick to try to shush the pup when Professor Brewer strode in with his usual aura of disdain. He looked over the class and sighed when saw Lucy and the puppy she was unsuccessfully hiding under the desk. When would students realize that he could easily see what was under their desks?

“Ms. Benton, is that dog going to be a problem?” Professor Brewer asked with an accusatory tone.

“Oh no, he’s really sweet and very well behaved,” she smiled sweetly, though he seemed unconvinced. He didn’t bother to reply, he just heaved another sigh and set about his lesson.

Outside the class the Dark Trickster stood in the shadows, his mask contorting to a grin, “Alright pup, time to have a little fun.”

Kristen was reading through her notes from the last lecture trying to remind herself what the heck they were going to be talking about when she noticed Lucy squirming even more. She grinned and stifled a giggle when she realized her friend’s predicament. The puppy was definitely curious about its new owner. It was digging its nose right into the triangle between her legs.

Lucy was certainly trapped, she couldn’t scold the pup or squirm too much without raising the ire of her professor. ‘Oh my,’ she thought as he tried to calm the little pooch by petting it. Still, nothing would dissuade its insistent little nose from poking down between her thighs. She was glad she wasn’t wearing a skirt, since this crazy little puppy might have just gone straight under and be licking her directly! Yet there was a wicked little part of her that felt a little intrigue at the idea. Oh, that would be so nasty of her, but the thought of how it might feel gave her a scandalous little thrill. She quickly pushed that thought out of her head, clamped her thighs a little tighter, and feigned paying attention to the lecture.

Kristen, embarrassed for her friend’s predicament, looked elsewhere. There were more girls than guys in this class, so there wasn’t as much man meat to check out. Not like that other day when she first met Caleb. His strong shoulders and tight butt ... She bit her own lip as her mind began drifting back to other events that day. Maybe this wasn’t the best line of thought to be having in class. She blushed at the thought of where her thoughts were leading her, then focused on the teacher.

“I’d like to go deeper into the material covered last time. Though it began penetrating - uhm, as a penetrating commentary on modern culture of the day, it wasn’t merely deconstructive. It revealed a flesh - er fresh perspective on the role of artists in a capitalist society.”

Kristen took a deep breath and tried to focus on the lecture. His choice of words wasn’t helping. As a matter of fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d think Professor Brewer was trying to get her turned on. All this talk of penetrating this and naked truth that made her wonder what was really on his mind. Maybe it might be fun to know what was on his mind. After all, he was older, but not way old, he could pass for late thirties. Maybe under those suits he was actually kind of hot, plus he was a really smart guy. He probably really knew how to please a girl. ‘Wow,’ she blinked, ‘what am I thinking about?’ Again she looked to her friend Lucy, partly to keep from staring at Professor Brewer and wondering what was under his pants.

Lucy didn’t seem to notice Kristen’s gaze turn her way. Her eyes were on the professor and with a glazed look of lust that Kristen was embarrassed to say she might have been sharing a few seconds ago. Lucy’s struggle with the dog seemed to be resolved. She’d taken off her jacket and hidden the dog between her legs under the jacket. But the weird thing was that Lucy’s legs had relaxed and her knees were lazily spread apart. Though she couldn’t be sure, it seemed like there was a little motion under that jacket.

‘Oh my god, is Lucy letting the puppy get freaky?’

She looked behind them to see if anyone else was noticing Lucy’s alarmingly hot behavior, but behind them she saw a boyfriend and girlfriend getting a little close and snuggly. That was strange, but at least maybe no one behind them would see what Lucy was letting the pooch do. They’d be too busy looking at the couple that was getting all smoochy.

Kristen blushed, her skin flushing hot as she turned back to her professor. God he was so hot, and so stern. ‘I bet he’s really rigid with ... his rules. But I bet I could get him to break them. I could tease him with some double entendre of my own, and maybe a flash of skin here and there. Maybe tell him how I am really sweet and innocent, but I want to be a naughty girl for him. I wonder if he knows what I’m thinking about... ‘

“ ... long and hard period in history...”

‘Oh, I bet you’re long and hard.’ Kristen took a deep breath, her nostrils filling with a musky and earthy scent, and tried to steady herself. Letting her thoughts and fantasies go wild was really starting to do a number on her. Her skin tingled with electricity and a vague notion of a desire to get up and go to him. A desire to feel him next to her body, with his leg slipping between hers. Her fingers danced along her neck and collar bone inviting a gaze as her core began to warm up. Maybe it was crazy, but she just knew how delicious it felt to touch a hard cock, and looking at him, she knew she could get him hard. She undid one button on her shirt and slipped her fingers in. From this angle no one in the class could see her, only him. Would he notice? Her fingers started teasing her nipple which crinkled into a hard point at the first touch.

“Ooh,” she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out. Of course something was off, something was not right about this, except, it felt so good. She closed her eyes and imagined herself and Caleb, his cock all hard and his eyes focused on her with a wild animalistic intent. In her mind his cock was cumming and spraying all over her body. Looking up she saw the professor and he was saying something that only made her think about getting fucked harder.

Losing a grip on reason, her delicate fingers snapped down between her legs, her thighs squeezing to trap them against her hot slit. The delicious pressure gushed her wetness out and soaked into her panties. How could she help it, the temptation just pulled at her. The side of her hand pressed against the hardened nub of her clit and just the slightest movements gave her such pleasure. It edged her higher.

Would he see? Would he stop her? Would he fuck her, oh please would he?

“Oooh GOD,” Lucy moaned aloud with a visible shudder. She slumped down in her chair and the pooch skidded out from under her dragging her jacket down. A huge waft of musky hit Kristen like a ton of massage oil, hard cocks, and sex, overwhelming her in lust. The room spun around her and as she looked back, the couple that was just kissy-facing before wasn’t anymore. The guy had gotten up and pulled out his cock; The girl was humping against his leg, her shirt torn open.

“Put it in, hurry Bobby.”

“Fredrick,” he corrected.

“I don’t care, just fuck me,” she begged. His only reply was an incoherent groan.

The dog started running around the room, his pitter-pattering feet dashing to and fro.

Professor Brewer looked up from his lecture and yelled at Lucy, “Damnit, I told you to take care of that fucking dog!” He stepped out from behind the lectern and suddenly the only thing Kristen could focus on was the massive hard-on Professor Brewer was sporting straining against his pleated front pants.

Panting with desire, Kristen gasped to herself, “I want it.”

Lucy’s head lolled up first to her teacher, then back to the puppy, “Puppy, oh puppy come fuck me!” Having lost all sense of reason, Lucy pushed off her shorts and underwear and completely exposing her shameless self-pleasuring to the teacher.

“That’s it, you need to be punished,” Professor Brewer announced. He strode to her and pulled her out of her seat. She kissed him, hard, desperate, but he yanked her off and bent her over the desk. “Is this what you want? You want to get punished?”

Lucy looked back at him, “Oh yes, spank me!”

Whacks rang out in the classroom, but there was plenty more noise being had. While Kristen was keeping herself hot and on edge with her touching, everywhere the dog had run, people were starting to get undressed and having a big ménage a many. Everyone was fucking, sucking, licking, going down, and everything else!

Professor Brewers hand landed on her bottom over and over as Lucy’s face looked directly at Kristen, watching and seeing her friends touching herself. “Yes, spank me, do me, fuck me.”

Kristen looked in her friend’s eyes and saw her own lust mirrored. With every slap, she felt twinges of envy. Without even meaning to, she started parroting her friend’s words, “Fuck me ... fuck me.” Kristen screwed her eyes shut, ‘No, this is wrong, something is affecting me, I need cock - I need to think. No, I need to transform!’

Kristen jumped up and a blinding flash burst out!

Hovering in the air, stood the Crimson Spirit! Her hair was fiery red and flashes of flaming magic rippled through it’s long windswept locks. She wore a white nylon top with a high midriff and a firey v-neck shell, the flames forming a “CS” emblem. The top had no neckline and dipped low in the front giving a tantalizing view of her cleavage, licked by the flickering fire on her v-neck shell. Her skirt halted at her mid thigh showing of shapely athletic legs, but gone were the black slipshorts but her modesty was still protected by black boyshorts. On her feet she wore laceless athletic shoes and ankle socks with red bows on them. But she took no notice of the subtle changes in her uniform. Instead, full of power she announced, “It’s time to turn up the heat, I’m the Crimson Spirit!”

Almost immediately, she reeled from the stench of corruption in the room. There was dark unnatural energy everywhere. Her senses honed in on several of the Dark Trickster’s shades fucking now delightedly willing participants in the crowd. “You, get off of them now!”

But her words fell on deaf ears. Instead professor Brewer’s hand came down on Lucy’s bottom with a jiggling slap. Her bottom was starting to turn a burning hot red as her brain lit up with endorphins, the world exploding in light and color. The Crimson Spirit gaped again at the sight, her eyes drawn to their torrid display.

She tore her eyes away despite her own hyper awareness of a growing gnawing hunger in her body that she’d started with her own fingers.

Instead, she gathered her anger to prepare a crimson blast, ‘Crap, no, I can’t do that here!’ Stalled into inaction, the class continued to descend into orgy as one girl sunk herself onto a vertical cock with a satisfied, “Yes!”

Crimson let out a frustrated growl and flew down grabbing the gropers one by one and pulling them off of and sometimes out of oversexed coeds. One by one she flung them into the corner and before they could get up she came down hard on all of them with a “Baton Smash!!”

The minor villains were gone but she still felt the unnatural corruption all around her. But what was much more worrying was the fact that more than anything else, she was just craving a good solid cock. The thought of one plunging into her would be so perfect. Her nipples poked straight into her nylon top, thankfully hidden by her shell.

Crimson got up from the minor crater she made in the corner, her hands upon her knees. She tried to steady herself, though her thighs were clenching and she bit her lip as she fought the desire to rubber hands higher along her thighs. She turned her head to regard the little puppy that was eyeing her behind.

“You, you’re doing this! Bad, ooh, Bad Dog! Time for you to feel the Baton Smash!”

Her energized baton slammed at the evil little puppy, but it kept back with uncanine speed. As it did it blew up in size - no longer a harmless puppy - a growling beast of a dog with glowing black and purple fur stared at her with intensity.

It’s eyes gleamed with intelligence as it stared at Crimson, both adversary’s true forms revealed to the other. It too announced it’s name with a low guttural growl, “Fuckpuppy”. Crimson drew her baton back slowly, sneering at the dog, holding an open palm out ahead, preparing to strike. The dog met her eyes with it’s own steely gaze, it stood unmoving, only panting, it’s muscles coiling to leap.

Crimson leapt forward, though her quivering legs and leaky quim slowed her down. The pup easily evade her wild swings, it bounded off the wall and right back to her, knocking her over before she could raise up in flight. The two of them tumbled and crimson landed on her back, with the large dog standing astride. There beneath him, she breathed in the full blast of its pheromones. The heady scent making her head spin and her pussy throb in response. She managed to catch it off-guard connecting with a punch that knocked it back.

Crimson moaned out loud, her hands clutching her breasts and squeezing her legs together. “Damnit, that’s some bad smell you bad...” Her voice trailed off as she saw the dog before her, sitting peacefully. The thing that stopped her eyes was the shiny red doggycock that had emerged from between its legs. In that moment, she knew she wanted to feel it inside her. It didn’t matter if it was in her mouth, her cunt, or even her ass, every part of her body was screaming out with a need and that red doggycock was the only thing in the world that could satisfy her.