Protecting Rita (A Disney Short)
DISCLAIMER: All characters used in story are owned by Disney and are not my own creation. This is a mature story intended for mature audiences only. If such content offends you then please piss off. If you are under 18 leave this site now and take your paw out of your pants, but you won't because I'm a furry author and not the damn masturbation police so I can't stop you. Just clean up your mess and don't get caught.
Handjobs are not offered as a refund for the story leaving you "High and Dry".
-Miko Fox
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Notes: Yeah, along with the "High Times at Mitchell High" thing I have goin' I also want to do short stories, I felt like writing some Disney fan fiction, so I started thinking about what I should do it on. Robin Hood? Nah, too cliché. Lion King? Too popular. Lady and The Tramp? Been there, done that. And then, it struck me like lightening. Oliver and Company! So here I am, 150 mg of codeine and one kid's movie later. Hehe. I think you guys are gonna' dig it ;). Unfortunately, I couldn't think of a clever title, so I had to go with something lame. Also note that I added a few corny lines for the sake of being corny. And lastly, this was mainly just for pawing material or shits and giggles, something I whipped up in my spare time. So here it is, "Protecting Rita".
-Miko Fox
P.S. On a really wacky side note, if you pause the movie where the gang walks in to find Dodger talking to Georgette (right before Tito starts hitting on her) Rita is looking a bit "excited" as she's looking at her. ;) Just something to enjoy next time you watch it.
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Quiet. The quiet stillness of night filled the houseboat. All that could be heard was the distant snoring of Fagin as he dreamed and the occasional sound of paw being dragged across the floor as someone had a pleasant dream. Only Dodger remained awake. Snuggled in his dog bed with Oliver, comfy as it was, his thoughts kept him up. He stared blankly at a barrel across the room.
Every dog has instincts. Instincts to find food, to love one's master, to fight for dominance, and to mate. Right now, the mutt's latter instinct was raging out of control. He couldn't stop thinking about Rita. She plagued his mind, provoking images flashed before his eyes.
Lately things had been pretty grim, particularly today. Sykes had arrived earlier, threatening his master to give him his money within three days. It seemed hopeless; his master was already below poverty line to start with, not including the large amount he owed to Sykes. Also, with the addition of the cat to their gang, it was just another mouth to feed, another kid to look after. He glanced down at the kid and gave a small smile as the kitten stirred in his sleep. He continued pondering. They had stood up for him, instead of letting him be Doberman food. After all, he was responsible for the kid.
Desoto, on the other paw, was furious after the feline clawed his nose. Dodger sighed. He would certainly have a bone to pick with him when he returned in 3 days. His thoughts quickly returned to Rita. This could be my last few days with her. He thought. I may not even have a chance with her after the next few days. He struggled to keep his attention on the barrel.
He felt as if he were to even peek over to Rita's bed, that he would be overcome with desire and force himself on her. He couldn't do that to her though, not to Rita.
To Dodger, Rita wasn't just another flea infested mutt in the gang; she was smart, funny, sophisticated and cool headed. His thoughts flowed on to her body, so thin, with a soft, plushy rear end. He whimpered quietly, barely able to force himself not to look Rita's way. Dodger lifted a leg and adjusted himself, the pink head of his doghood began to peak from its sheath.
His whining grew louder, and he shoved his muzzle into the bed to muffle it. Desire burned inside of him, he had to look, just to see if she had been staring too. He promised himself he would control his urges and resist having his way with her. His head slowly turned, and his eyes dashed over for a half-second's glance. She wasn't there. He fully turned his head and looked. He confirmed it, the saluki was not there. He carefully and quietly lifted himself from his cushion, in attempt not to wake the sleeping kitten.
He put his paws on the cold wooden floor and stretched. A yawn escaped his mouth, a bit louder than intended. Tito's eyes shot open. Dodger froze on the spot and looked directly at the Chihuahua. Tito sleepily muttered something about tacos and his eyes fluttered back into heavy sleep. Relieved, Dodger sniffed the air and immediately picked up the other dog's scent. His nose carried him to the stairs and out the front door to the cold streets of New York City.
The breeze wafted the scent of Rita to the terrier's nose. His tail wagged as he followed her trail off of the dock and into the streets. Upon turning a corner, he spied Rita facing away from him. He rounded the corner and stood behind her. The saluki sniffed and whirled around, surprised to see Dodger.
"Oh! Dodger! I...didn't think you'd be up." She exclaimed.
Dodger smiled. "Couldn't sleep." He said casually.
"Me neither," Rita replied sadly. "Too much going on, ya know?" She stared out around at the buildings, avoiding looking the terrier in the eyes.
"Yeah. Makes me wonder what's gonna' happen to us when it's over."
Rita looked down at her paws solemnly. "What about us, Dodger?" Dodger looked away, knowing where it was going, but not wanting to seem too eager. "This could be our last few days together." She said, looking up at him lustfully.
Dodger shuddered. "Maybe, we should...make this night one to remember." The mongrel said, trying to keep his cool even though his doghood was poking out once again. He had very little time before all of it would emerge.
Rita raised her back end high in the air and stretched her paws out in front of her. A playful look washed over her face. Dodger couldn't take it anymore. Instinct took over, his tongue flapped out and he ran behind her. He examined the saluki's holes; they were tight, and both very pink in color. Dodger plunged his nose into Rita's sex; she let out a half yip/half moan. Half of the terrier's muzzle was deep inside Rita's cunt, his wet nose pressed against something in the back. Dodger grinned to himself; his nose was against her hymen.
He inhaled, his nostrils filling with the feminine scent, Rita moaned and shuddered. Dodger slowly removed his maw from the other canine. He licked his lips and attacked Rita's clit with his tongue. One long stroke of his bristle-textured tongue from the bottom of her vagina all the way to the top, his tongue stopped to circle and poke playfully at her clit.
Rita gasped. Her paws gripped the smooth cement. Dodger's tongue sent waves of bliss down her spine. The mutt was enjoying himself. I get yiffed, plus she's a virgin, plus _ _she tastes better th_an _dog treats. Dodger closed his eyes and continued the onslaught of licks to her pleasure center. Her tail wagged above her head, fanning the saliva as it dripped off of her fur and clung to Dodger's nose.
Minutes later, Rita whined and whimpered, her nails digging dents into the frigid cement. She couldn't hold on any longer. He bit her lip and cold air rushed into her nostrils. Her paws clung tighter then suddenly relaxed. Warm fluid streamed out onto Dodger's muzzle. Rita looked back at him, seemingly embarrassed. The mutt smiled and licked the saluki's fluids from his lips, and lapping at the rest that still stuck to Rita's swollen, flaming-pink vagina.
The saluki relaxed to rest a moment. She panted, and laid her front end on the ground, unaware that her back end was still high in the air. Dodger still hadn't gotten his pleasure yet, and without warning, he mounted her, grunting and moaning as his fully erect doghood was thrust into her, all the way up to the knot. Rita let out a howl, it echoed in the streets. Her hymen broke, a small amount of blood dripped onto Dodger's knot. The mongrel thrust himself in and back out, drilling Rita faster and harder than the jackhammers he heard everyday.
Dodger was shorter than Rita, his legs barely nicking the ground as he humped her from behind. Rita's body shook with shock from the unexpected entry, contradicting the pleasured whining that drowned out the pain. Dodger's orbs smacked forcefully against her thighs, he paused only for a moment, and slowed down. He panted, his tongue softly slapping Rita's neck. With one mighty and final plunge, his knot expanded and gave way, filling Rita with his mongrel crème. He collapsed and slid himself out of her, and laid on the ground, a few drops of cum leaking to the cement as his cock retreated back into its home.
Rita sat, satisfied with Dodger's performance, a broad smile emblazoned upon her panting face. The cement was dark where the juices were leaking from her hole. The mongrel looked over at her, but something else caught his eye. A shadow in the dark. Hidden by the cover of night, dodger could make out only that it was a canine; the breed and identity were still concealed however.
Rita sniffed and looked in the silhouette's direction. Her smiling lips curled into a growl. More of the shadow revealed itself as it walked closer towards a streetlight. It's ears pointed upwards at the sound of Rita's growl. The figure moved away from the light. Coming closer, but it's features still disguised by the darkness. It walked until it was directly across the street from the two. The stranger began crossing the street, it's features becoming more and more obvious with each step. Tall pointed ears, short fur, stubby tail, powerful build; it was Desoto.
The Doberman smiled slyly. "Miss me?" He asked through his toothy grin. Rita gasped and took off down the street, in the direction of the hideout.
Dodger snarled. "What do you want Desoto?" He growled.
The dog kept his smile and pranced closer to the mongrel. "Can you remember, from earlier today Dodger? You kept something from me." He said coolly. Dodger cocked his head. Desoto's expression quickly faded to an angry one. "I want that cat!" he scowled through gritted teeth.
Dodger bared his teeth and started circling his Doberman adversary. "You're not touching the kid as long as I'm around Desoto." He said firmly.
The Doberman's pace in the circle quickened, he strained his neck to look at something. Another sly grin appeared on his muzzle. "You know Dodger," he began, still craning his neck. "There might just be a chance that I could forget that ever happened, that is, if you can offer me something better." The canine licked his chops.
Dodger apparently didn't get the message. Homosexuality, and much less, gay offers, rarely crossed his mind. "Like what? I won't let you go near Rita either." The dog threatened. "I'll fight to the death."
To Dodger's surprise, his opponent let out a small chuckle and replied "I see something I could do a lot with right here Dodger."
Dodger froze. "You don't mean..." he stammered. His eyes went wide with shock. He quickly sat, avoiding giving Desoto a clear shot from behind.
Desoto approached him, only a few inches away. His eyes seemed somewhat dark and threatening, but somehow they reflected a puppy like playfulness. "Dodger," he began. "Let's not pretend we don't know our limits here. I could easily chew through that pretty neck of yours, and go find Rita. And when I'm done with her, I might take that cat as a snack." He threatened.
Dodger was no fool. Desoto was much stronger than he, and would surely win a fight. A tear formed in his eye. He sighed and gave a reluctant nod, but did not move. He couldn't let anything happen to Rita, he was willing to take the bullet for her. Desoto licked his lips again. "Good." He said enthusiastically, scanning the mutt over. He went behind the terrier and nibbled at his left ear. "You're so cute when you care." He said with an uncharacteristically playful giggle.
Dodger felt the Doberman's sheath grow hard as hilt rubbed against his back. The stronger dog looked down at his own member beginning to peak from its sheath. He was surprised; he had not expected to feel any arousal from Desoto's actions whatsoever. "Looks like you've got a job to do Dodger..." He stepped in front of the terrier. The smaller dog looked at it sadly, a small flame of curiosity burned in the back of his mind. Dodger went underneath his temporary "master" and started with small licks at the tip. Dodger heard a hiss as Desoto took in a sharp inhalation of cold night air. He pressed a paw to Dodger's ass and put more of his dog wood into the terrier's muzzle.
The doberman's red tool throbbed in Dodger's mouth, pulsating and pushing its way towards the back of his maw. "That's it Dodge, take it all in." Desoto speared the rest of his cock in, stabbing Dodger in the throat, causing him to gag. The terrier muttered something incoherent as it was muffled by Desoto's massive love-pipe. The doberman chuckled rather evilly. "You're gonna' have to work harder than that Dodger." He snarled and swiped a paw over Dodger's backside. Dodger yiped in pain and started to suck as hard as he could. Desoto murred, and in the back of Dodger's mind, though he wouldn't admit it to himself, somewhat enjoyed that little strike.
[If I may interrupt your possible pawing, I remembered a line from a movie that fits perfectly here. Brian: "Mom! You were raped?!" Mother: "Well, at first..." -Monty Python's Life of Brian. XD Okay, back to Dodger eating dick...]
The mongrel stroked his bristly tongue up the length of Desoto's cock and back down again while his head bobbed. Desoto's knot swelled and banged against Dodger's lips. Suddenly, the stronger dog hoisted himself up, his paws rapped around Dodger's head. The doberman bucked and thrusted, his cock going out half way and back in, facefucking his male bitch. Dodger felt the knot swell; he closed his eyes and prepared for the payload. A final hump and globs of Desoto's seed were fired into throat. Hot, sticky, and very salty. Dodger circled Desoto's wood in his maw with his tongue, tasting more salty sweet doberman cum.
Desoto got down and removed his tool from Dodger's grinning maw. A final rope of cum shot out onto the pavement.
"Turn around." The larger canine commanded. Dodger did as he was told; he eagerly spun around and lifted his tail. His penis was now fully erect and out of its sheath now, cold night air blowing against it. Desoto approached Dodger's raised tail and inhaled the musky scent of arousal. He shuddered in delight. Eying the terrier's puckered, petite tailhole, he extended his long, flat tongue towards it. Giving a quick, sharp lick to test his reaction, he was satisfied to see Dodger shiver and grin.
Another nasty smile grew on Desoto's muzzle. He went back in, assaulting the tailhole with licks. It tightened and quivered. He placed a paw to the terrier's left cheek to steady him. Gathering saliva in his mouth, Desoto stabbed his tongue into the hole. A moan escaped Dodger's lips. He jumped against the wall of a building and clung to it. "Mmmmm. Never tasted terrier before..." the doberman whispered before going back in. His tongue poked back into Dodger's prostate. He massaged it gently with the tip of his tongue, the mutt murred and his paws gripped the brick wall tighter.
Spit dripped from the pleasure spot onto the bottom walls inside of him, which Desoto replaced back on his tongue. After another minute of rimming, he removed his tongue. "I think you're ready Dodge. Don't worry, it won't hurt...much."
Dodger held his breath and tightened his already tense muscles. _C'mon, it's for Rita, you can take it..._A sharp pain echoed through his body as Desoto's cock entered his spit lubed hole. His sphincters burned with pain and trembled as the doberman filled the small space inside of him. Desoto snarled and moved deeper inside. Much to Dodger's surprise, the pain ceased and was replaced with unimaginable pleasure. Desoto's entire tool was in him now, the pointed tip almost touching the saliva soaked prostate. A small jerk of Desoto's muscular body and that tip pressed against it. A cataclysmically euphoric explosion erupted in his ass and rippled throughout his whole body.
Dodger humped and moaned, dominating Dodger's aching tailhole much in the same way the mutt had done to Rita. The terrier howled and murred, only encouraging Desoto to go harder. His cock was now sliding in and out with ease. Dodger's sphincters clamped tight around the red, throbbing tool of satisfaction. Dodger, so tight compared on Desoto's member was becoming too much. Desoto dug his claws hard into Dodger's back. Suddenly out of the blue, the anal pleasure linked to the terrier's cock, overtook him. Without having to do so much as touch it, he shot his seed where it stuck and dripped down the brick wall in front of him.
Desoto wasn't finished though. A few moments and furious pumps later, his knot gave way and a river of doberman cum was flooded into Dodger. Desoto pulled himself from Dodger's hole.
The doberman's tongue hung out of the side of his maw. Dodger looked back at him. "Not bad Dodge," he said.
"'Ya think so?" Dodger asked in between pants.
"Yeah. Next time I'll bring Rosco," He said, turning. He smiled. "He's had his eyes on you for a long time..." And with that the canine took off, back in the direction he came from.
Wow... He thought. Oh my god! I forgot about Rita! He had remembered her running off when he encountered Desoto. He figured he should get back to the boat and tell the gang he was ok. He sprinted back towards the hideout, a few drops of cum leaked out onto the cement as he ran.
Upon entering the houseboat, Dodger found his friends gathered in a circle, apparently discussing a rescue plan. Tito was the first to notice his arrival.
"Hey Dodger man! Where were you man? Did you fight him off? Did you win?..." The chihuahua yapped.
Rita interrupted. "Dodger! I was so worried about you! Are you ok?" She asked concernedly.
"Relax Rita," Dodger smiled slyly. "Never layed a paw on me."
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Yup the end. If you haven't seen Life of Brian, than you need to haul your ass to Hollywood video and rent it right now!
-Miko Fox