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Rusty the Royal Rocket Dog: Loadout

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Shiny new jetpack heavy on his back, Rusty bounced down the hallway. The estate consisted of sprawling corridors filled with pricey art and priceless artifacts. He made sure to dodge all of it. Tail swishing behind him, he turned the corner and skidded into his bedroom on four paws. He stood, proud and panting, for her to see.

Liz, his girl, sat at a desk, decoding some stuffy etiquette manual. The brass gave her a lot more reading than he got, which was fine and dandy since even enhanced dog brains weren't wired for easy reading. She set aside a silverware schematic and brushed her strawberry-blonde hair out of her face to smile at him. "Well, well!"

"Pretty nifty, eh?" The reddish German Shepherd gave a little trot in front of the desk, turning around so she could see. "The Mark II jetpack came in at the same time as the uniform, so I had 'em put both on me at the same time."

"Sure looks spiffy to me." She got up from the desk, latched the door, and knelt to examine his outfit more closely. And she petted his ears, which made him wiggle with even greater happiness.

"And look! Pockets!" He bounced on his back legs with a yap. "I've never had pockets before. I mean, they're your pockets too, since you're the one with hands."

Her hands scratched under his chin, then explored the straps securing his uniform and jetpack. "It's sort of like a saddle."

"I can't wait to try it in the air, but I wanted you to see it right away." He wagged. "It all fits pretty well."

Her fingers traced under the leather strap running along his inner thigh. "Feels like it."

He swallowed and felt his sheath swell. They hadn't gotten much time alone since Special Operations Executive recruited them. The training had been exhausting too. So now, all it took was a little touch and a whiff of her scent to get his motor running.

If Liz noticed his state of excitement, she didn't mention it. "You look quite sharp." She nuzzled his ear as she stroked his scruff, making his dog tag jingle. "I love a man in uniform..."

His ears lowered. He always thought of himself as a man in the shape of a dog, even though most people just treated him like a dog who'd stumbled on the power to talk. But Lizzy had always understood him.

"I'm so glad you're my guy, ya know?" She kissed the flat of his head. "We've come a long way from the farm, haven’t we? I never dared to dream we'd even cross the ocean, and we're doing our part for the war effort."

"I'm glad you made them take you along." He shuffled from side to side, muzzle dipping. "I don't think I could do this without you."

"We're a team, Pancake. Always have been, always will be." She mussed his ears. "Wouldn't trade you for the world."

He straightened with pride, arousal on full display. A grin spread up his muzzle. He lifted a front paw to strike an heroic pose. "I pass inspection then?"

"I'd say so." The tall blonde reached between his legs to cup those full balls, her soft wrist tracing his exposed tip. "I wasn't kidding about you looking handsome in that uniform."

A hot flush crept under his fur. The canine shuddered as her smooth fingers traced up and down his shaft. The jetpack felt a little heavier all of a sudden, but he stood at attention, not wanting her to stop.

"You feel so good in my hand, you know that?" Her soft, skillful hands worked over his shaft. After years of practice, she knew just how he liked it. She jerked his sheath back and forth over the forming knot. "You aren't the only one who missed this."

"Mmmmm..." A growl of desire escaped his throat. He found the comfort of home in her scent, the thrill of titillation in her touch. He panted and whined, a lovely tension welling up inside him. A glance between his front legs revealed crystal-clear fluid dribbled from his tip.

Settling onto her knees, she straightened her skirt and worked both hands up and down him. With every stroke, she drew in a little closer, zeroing in on his bright red arousal. Hot breath breezed over it.

Shivering, he whimpered with anticipation. He hadn't come in so long, he could already feel himself on the verge of takeoff. He thrust his hips against her grasp, his girth swelling along her palm.

"Don't worry." Her bright blue eyes cast him a sultry glance. "I won't mess up your new uniform." She leaned in and took him into her mouth without hesitation. Those soft lips and eager tongue teased him. She got plenty of spit on his length, then stroked it in a sheen of slick pleasure with those lovely fingers. She worked around the tip with just the right amount of pressure.

His hips jerked. His balls tensed. Spurt upon spurt of pleasure rushed up his length and into her waiting mouth.

With happy little sounds, she swallowed his load. The scent of his seed mingled with her perfume. Even the erratic bucks of his hips didn't shake her loose.

His climax ebbed, leaving him on unsteady paws. Heart thundering in his chest, he gasped within the confines of the well-fitted uniform jacket. It'd been far too long since she'd lent him a hand.

The pretty human licked him clean with a final swallow. "Mmmmm..." She wiped her mouth and stood up, her bright blue eyes sparkling down at him. "I think somebody liked that."

"Yeah..." Eyes half-closed, he managed to keep his feet under him. The cool air of the bedroom teased his sensitive length. Moisture evaporated off it, adding to the soothing chill balancing out the heat of his passion.

"So..." She set her hands on her hips, looking down at him with obvious pride. "You want to take that new jetpack for a spin?" She watched as his length bobbed in the air, still knotted outside the sheath. "Once you're decent again, naturally."

He looked up at her, still panting. "I couldn't get them to fuel it up, since I was staying in the house."

Liz straightened her hair in the antique mirror, keeping an eye on him in the reflection. "Well, I'm sure we can get somebody to fix that. Can't be His Majesty's Flying Dog without jet fuel."

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This story is part of a new series I've been working on with Slate. We noticed there are very few furry stories set in Canada, so we took our knowledge of those two subjects and brainstormed up a setting. Let me know what you think! ^_^

Art: :iconSlate:

Editors: Tanuki, Kohaku Nightfang, Carl Minez, Eljot001

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