Blitz Gets It...
Don't own 'em. Give full credit wher its due...
- * * He couldn't believe they left him! How could they just leave him, one of the most gorgeous and masculine of dogs on the planet behind, especially with the crazy one?! Blitz clenched his fangs together as he seethed quietly while looking at the hanger where the other Rovers had just left. Tapping his foot and growling the Doberman couldn't help but mutter to himself about the injustices of it all. Just because he drew the short straw Hunter had made him stay behind in the Rover headquarters while they looked for the Master. The white haired human had been missing for days now and a transmission had just come in that morning telling of his whereabouts. The golden retriever had decided that someone had to watch over the place while the rest of the rovers went out to recover their missing master and so they drew straws. The plastic item was currently sitting under Blitz's foot from where the Doberman had dropped it after seeing that he had been the unlucky one. While sure he would have been more than happy to stay behind and out of danger Hunter had added the little fact that the Rover who stayed behind would have to have extra backup so the Retriever offered Muzzle's assistance in said matter. Blitz looked at the bound Rottweiler who stared up at him before he shivered and inched away from the other canine. The fiery hot eyes of the psychopathic Muzzle pierced Blitz to the core. The smaller canine bounced up and down in his bindings all the while glaring at the Road Rover in question. "Why me?" The Doberman said bemoaning his fate. "uff. Uff. Uf..." Muzzle replied. "Shut it you!" Muzzle growled and began to drool over himself before stretching the bindings, putting them to the test of their constriction. Blitz was smart enough to ease himself back a little more than he was currently trying to while lifting his paws up nervously. "Hey, c-calm down! It was just a j-joke! Just a joke! Hehe..." Blitz cried out with his heavy German accent fumbling over the American words. Muzzle calmed himself but still seethed at the other canine. The Doberman sighed uneasily before he lowered his arms and then turned to wipe his forehead. Sighing once his heart had stopped drumming in the inside of his chest Blitz turned to look back at the bound Rottweiler before shaking his head and walking away for the main room of the headquarters. Muzzle snorted as he bounced up and down and moved his straightjacket chair like contraption onwards after Blitz. The two canines spent the majority of the day mulling around with Blitz grumbling to himself about being left alone, drinking a peppermint milkshake, watching over Muzzle, and trying to ignore the incoherent mutterings of the other dog. The big Doberman didn't really do much in the way of anything important or functional for the base since the entire facility was automated but just instead moved around the kitchen then to the living area and then back, pacing unconsciously. Muzzle on the other paw was steadily shifting around watching the other while carefully squirming inside of his straightjacket. Hunter had shown the Rotty a good trick whenever he needed to get loose when they weren't around, the golden retriever trusting his best friend not to get out unnecessarily and cause a ruckus for the others and today would find the Rottweiler using that trick for something that had been a need for him for a long while now. After an hour of pacing Blitz had decided to take a shower when he lifted one of his ripped arms and took a quick sniff of himself. The stench of his own BO was so strong that the often metrosexual Road Rover couldn't stand his own scent any longer. Leaving Muzzle alone to his own devices the Doberman didn't bother to turn around when a quiet click of metal against metal sound off behind him. The hot water from the shower was like heaven to Blitz and the Road Rover couldn't help himself when after lathering up an overly thick amount of shower foamed gel and slathering the white cloudy froth over his dark brown and black muscular form from chest to neck and then back down to his abs, groin, and legs the Doberman began to hum a tune in the back of his throat. The burning water relaxed the canine to the point where he began to speak about his own virility to no one save himself. When the front was finished with the Blitz turned around so that his back was towards the showerhead and the streaming waters caressed his back and butt, over the stub of his tail to which the rover lifted as much as he could and between his ass cheeks. Repeating the actions of the front to the back Blitz sighed when he could scent his own fragrant musk not unhindered by sweat and dirt. Shaking himself after turning the shower off the Doberman got out of the bathtub and grabbed an overly large towel to dry off with. The fluffy item felt like silk against the soft and downy fur of Blitz's body making him murr. Reaching out to the fogged mirror in front of him Blitz wiped away the coat of moisture so that he could gaze upon himself. "Oh, Blitz you are just so handsome. So sexy. I could just..." Putting his thoughts to action the Doberman reached out and pressed his lips against the glass. Once he was finished with his narcissistic show of adoration the Doberman dried himself before grabbing his armor and slinging it over his shoulder. There was no sense in putting it on since he was stuck here without anything to do. Maybe now he could finally catch up on his grooming he had been so neglecting. Walking out of the steaming bathroom into the hallway Blitz cocked an ear when he heard someone padding into the hall behind him. Thinking that it was one of the others Blitz began to open his muzzle to explain before he let out an ear piercing screech and running for his life tossing his armor into the air behind him. Right behind him was a very angry, very rabid looking Muzzle that was now free of his straight jacket. The large Rottweiler chased the Rover through the hall, to the living quarters and pounced on Blitz right as the Rover was trying to get into his room. The weight of the two dogs caused the door to break free from its hinges and then collapse when both Blitz and Muzzle landed on top of it. Blitz struggled against the rabid canine on his back right up until he felt fangs clench onto his head. Crying out, the Doberman flailed around but Muzzle was uncaring as he had much practice with squirming victims. Biting down just a little harder before opening his fangs wider the Rottweiler opened the back of his throat to where he could snap his jaws out and take more of the Doberman's head into his mouth. Soon enough Blitz's entire face and snout was between the Rotty's throat going downwards while the rest of the larger Rover was bent backwards at and odd angle traveling in the same direction. Muzzle growled as he pulled himself back with the top of Blitz deep into his throat up to his neck inside of esophagus. The movement caused the other dog to straighten out to where the Doberman was flat on his back against the cold tile of the floor and his chest going southwards inside of Muzzles muzzle. The struggling that the Doberman was doing was admirable but useless since the Rottweiler was controlling the forward pull of the larger dog's body with his throat and jaws. Opening his maw just a little wider the Rottweiler stretched the width of his muzzle enough so that he swallowed the chest of the other without complication. It should have been impossible but Muzzle had been kept locked up so tightly not just because he was off in the head but because he had an appetite that was also considered lethal as Blitz was finding out. The Doberman could barely believe what was happening to him as he felt the warmth of the other canine's mouth take him inside on downwards. Tears were pooling into his eyes and streaming down the side of his face but were instantly wiped away when the Doberman face was smashed into the side of the lining of the Rotty's throat muscles. Muzzle murred to himself as he tasted the clean fur of the other dog and made his move to take more and more of Blitz. A little faster than before he slide down the Doberman's chest to his abdominal muscles feeling the Road Rover filling his stomach pressing the folds of his belly outwards to unreal proportions. Blitz's head had long since past the point of no return when he had pushed against a tight hold inside of the Rottweiler's esophagus to what had turned out to be the opening a large area that he began to squeeze into without problem. Muzzle passed the sheath and sac of the Doberman since those were useless to him on down to the thick calves and the heavy meat of the other. The twin legs of the Doberman would be difficult but Muzzle was relentless. Who knew if he'd ever get this chance so there was no since in spoiling it for the small discomfort of his jaws stretching out even more to where something popped to allow more of Blitz inside of him. Taking a sort of sick pleasure from where the other dog began to move around when his legs began to meet the rest of him the Rottweiler grinned around the flesh inside of his muzzle. Blitz began to curl up inside of the other canine when his ankles and shins met the rest of him. It was unbelievable that all of this was happening to him and he hoped that he would wake up and this would all be a nightmare any second now but when his feet were the only things that were left outside the Doberman knew that this was no type of dream especially when soon after his toes were swallowed up. Muzzle lifted his head and then gave a big gulp tossing the rest of Blitz into him before taking a few more swallows to get the last of the other dog out of his throat and into his stomach. When the Road Rover had settled Muzzle opened his mouth to give out a rude belch that echoed the halls of the headquarters. Blitz, meanwhile was tossing and turning around as he sought some purchase to right himself but in the darkness that seemed to be as thick as the void of space there was no real right way up. The way he had come had long since been covered by darkness and Blitz couldn't even tell where that had been anymore. What he could tell was that his fur was starting to get itchy and hot. Muzzle sighed contently as he would after such a meal, or carnage and then looked down at his oversized gut that was framed with Doberman meat. Blitz's face could be seen moving around inside of him but not really going anywhere. Taking the fact that his meal was done with the Rottweiler padded his way through the halls to the living area all the while the movements from his belly seemed to intense. Blitz knew something was up when he scratched at the burning sensations over his body when it got too much to ignore and then yelped when something hot and sticky coaxed over his paws. That was about the time he his current position really sunk into his head and the Doberman fought with all his might to find some way out. By the time Muzzle had gotten to the fireplace the disturbance inside of his stomach had all but halted save a few weaker than puppyish struggles that died seconds later. The Rotty listened as his belly began to gurgle and he knew that the meat inside of him would soon be processed into mush and then... A smirk made its way over the Rottweiler's muzzle before he clumsily climbed onto the sofa and then turned over onto his back with his sloshing gut facing the ceiling. A few hours later when the other returned with a shaken Master Hunter came into the living room to see a sleeping Muzzle. "Awww, isn't that cute?" Hunter said as he watched his best buddy sleeping on his flat stomach and a content look on his face. "I guess so Hunty but why do you suppose he's out?" Colleen asked. "I don't know. Maybe Blitz let him out for a while?" The leader of the Rovers questioned all the while looking around and scenting the air for the Doberman Rover. "I'll have to ask as soon as I find him. Smells like he's around he here somewhere. Probably in his room. I'll go check." The golden retriever patted Muzzle on top of his head twice before going off to find the other member of the team all the while a Muzzle slept on contently dreaming about chasing dark brown and black dogs and then...well...you know. Story originally for Stray as a request...