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--Chapter One

The bedroom was a wasteland of empty liquor bottles and paraphernalia peppered with dirty clothes and pizza boxes which cockroaches nested in. The smell was possibly worse depending on the acuity of the nose smelling it. To Aperio, whose German Shepherd nose had once sniffed out drugs as part of a K9 unit, the smell was nearly eldritch in its severity. He had sniffed week-old carcasses found in apartment buildings which were less offensive.

"Can you clean it up?"

He turned to look at the vixen. Despite a strong urge to tell the woman she was insane and that he would rather sell his bone marrow, he nodded soberly. "Yes."

Sober was something the vixen was not. She had a gulp off of the absinthe bottle clutched in her paw and belched pointedly in his face. "Good. Get to work. Give you fifty for cleaning up the room, and-."

"Fifty!" Aperio cried, having hit the limits of his tolerance. "Lady, this room is a disaster! I've seen hoarders with less stuff. It's gonna cost me fifty bucks just in trash bags! How did you even let it get this bad?"

The woman began to smile. Aperio had seen her smile a few times before and always hated it; she had a demonic quality to her face, something her drunkenness enhanced with unfocused eyes. A rustling sound came from within the bedroom and both the vixen and the dog looked in, Aperio's hazel eyes wide. He expected a raccoon to burst out of the trash heap.

It was not a raccoon on four legs but a red panda on two who rose out of the garbage like a swamp man clawing its way out of the mucky earth. He was mangy and gaunt, his body that of a drunk skank, his expression the gentle stare of a minor retard. He stood up from the floor, bottles shifting off of him in a cacophony. Aperio saw how concave his stomach was and the big-hearted dog felt worry for the panda. In his time as a police dog, he had learned what a drug addict looked like. The track marks on the panda's arms were a confirmation he didn't need.

"Hey," the panda said, shuffling slowly through bottles and trash. His naked, flaccid penis wagged in front of him. "Who's your friend?" he asked cheerfully but tiredly.

She nudged the dog. "His name's Aperio. He's gonna clean up this dump you call a bedroom. Aren't you, Aperio?"

"Yeah," Aperio agreed, stepping aside to let the panda through. Cavalier nudity didn't bother him. It was the malnourished state of the panda he was concerned about. He asked as the ringtail disappeared into the restroom, "Is he okay?"

"Lars?" she replied. "No. Definitely not okay. Sweet ass, though." She pushed Aperio in. "All right, get to work, doggy. As I was saying before you interrupted me, the pay is fifty, plus whatever crank you want."

"I don't do drugs," said Aperio piously, folding his arms over his slim chest. "Look, I may not be in the best spot here-."

"I'll say. You're almost knee-deep in trash," the big vixen chuckled.

"But I want a minimum of two hundred for a job like this," Aperio went on, unfazed. "All right? Do we have a deal?"

She stared at him, eyes narrowing down, causing her sabertoothed face to look like it belonged on a prehistoric predator. "Two hundred? To pick up some bottles?"

Aperio started to step out. "You can clean it up yourself for free," that's enough now, "and you'll be able to buy your scrawny boyfriend a cheeseburger." And you went too far as usual, Aperio thought, fighting back a wince.

It was to Aperio's surprise and relief that the vixen just laughed at him. It wasn't even a condescending laugh but a sharp, joyful one which threw the dog off. She snapped out an arm and grabbed his shoulder, yanked him in close and said, "You're a funny little shit!"

"I'm a real comedian," Aperio muttered.

"I'll give you five for the job. Five hundred." His eyes widened, then narrowed in preparation for a gotcha! renege. She smooched him on the forehead and said, "And then I'll even let you fuck me. For making me laugh. You ever licked a spade before?"

Aperio's cheeks were suddenly red-hot. His eyes roamed down her chest, head not moving. "Um, spade. As in... fortune cookie?"

"I like spade better." She grabbed his paw and moved it to her crotch. He was shocked, even appalled, but he squeezed down and felt the obvious shape of a thick canine vulva under her sweat pants. She shuddered, growled, "Five hundred and some pussy work for you?"

Aperio nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, that works." He thought of asking for a thousand and no pussy. A thousand was enough to move on to the next stage of his addiction. Unlike Lars' addiction - and Kahnso's, he could see her track marks too - Aperio's addiction was invisible, but once witnessed it changed lives. Maybe he would weasel the money out of her later when she was in a druggy haze, he thought.

The toilet flushed and the red panda ambled out into the hall looking a little more animated. He spotted Aperio's paw on Kahnso's loins and said, "Hey, you having some box too, dude?" He gripped the thick and black slab of meat between his legs. Urine dribbled from its foreskin. "Want some dick too? I'll fuck your ass and you can fuck her. Choo-choo."

Like a kitten swatting a string, Kahnso swung a paw at Lars. Her mitts were so heavy and her size so overwhelming that she clubbed him across the head and knocked him against the wall. "Shut up, dumbass. One of you's gonna fuck my cunt and the other one gets my ass." Then she turned Aperio towards the bedroom and shoved him again. "Get to work. If you find anything cool, keep it."

"Hey, I lost my underwear in there," Lars said, sounding like a little boy whose teddy bear had gone missing. "Kahnso-o-o, I lost my lucky underwear."

The vixen grunted. She pulled Aperio back again and her drunk mind did not pick up on the way the dog's arm separated from his torso like two weak magnets disengaging. The dog moved along after it, and as it touched the fuzzy socket it left behind, it silently clicked back into place. Lars stared at this strangeness and muttered, "I gotta stop smoking bath salts."

Without saying a word, the vixen pushed Aperio down to his knees and pulled Lars in, only ever working with her unencumbered paw. She was like a big kid smashing her action figures together. Aperio's broad canine nose bumped into the panda's crotch and he shrieked in surprise more than revulsion.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

Her response was to clutch the back of his head and hold him there. He fought back, pressing on Lars' legs, but he had no leverage to work with. "Smell his balls," she said. "And then smell every pair of boxer shorts you find until you find his. Simple, right?"

Aperio whimpered but inhaled through his nostrils. It was like being back on the force, but instead of samples of drugs he was smelling an addict's unwashed balls. After several deep inhalations and hasty exhalations he said, "Okay, okay! I got it!"

Kahnso's paw still clutched his head. "Lars? Turn around, retard. Gotta make sure he's got a complete sample."

"Oh come on!" Aperio whined, hating these obnoxious addicts and hating how incredibly horny this was making him. The panda was clearly a drugged-up simpleton but he had a sex appeal which was difficult to explain. The panda turned and perked out his round, red bottom and Aperio caught just a whiff of the musk down inside the ass crack. "No, no, please no."

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Kahnso said and pressed him inward, overpowering his lame attempt to hold himself back. She forced his snout in between Lars' ass cheeks where musk ran high and sweat soaked the follicles. She laughed, "I sniff that ass for fun! Get in there and do your fucking job."

Aperio blurted, "I hate you!" His words came out muffled by Lars' ass cheeks. His nose found the panda's pucker, that being where the musk was at its most horrendous potency, and he began snorting. The very thick, black peach between his thighs throbbed as his nose sucked in the flavor of the panda. There was no longer any pretense of work here; this was completely sexual. "Oh, my god, it's so nasty," he grunted, his eyes watering from the musky stench of the red panda. Now he understood part of why the room was so foul, it was all because of this addled creature and his overwhelming musk.

"Yeah, it's really fuckin' nasty," Kahnso agreed, pushing him in further while Lars pushed his ass back. "Lars, how long's it been since you showered, honey? A week?"

"Three," the panda said proudly, beaming a smile back at her. "Is he really gonna find my lucky boxers?"

"He sure is. Aren't you, Aperio?" She finally let go and in spite of how much he was loving the panda's stink on an instinctive level, his manners were offended by what was happening. He yanked back from the panda so sharply that he lost his balance and fell on his ass.

"I'm going to go home," the dog said, wiping the tears out of his eyes. Lars' smell clung to his nostrils, burning in his sinuses. Damn canine brain, let go of the smell!

Kahnso snickered. "You are? What about your money?"

Aperio stood up on shaky legs. "I'll sell a kidney!" he blurted. The itch had begun between his legs. He pressed them together like a child who needed a potty break. "I'll-, oh, anything's better than...!" he sputtered.

"What about for a thousand?" the vixen offered. Lars took the absinthe and started to drink from it. "Clean the bedroom, find the boxers, fuck around with us? That worth a grand to you? You're kinda cute and you fight back, I can dig it."

Lars pulled the bottle off his lips. He masturbated lazily. "I like his nose. He's a good sniffer."

"A thousand, then," the vixen affirmed. "Clean up, find the boxers, fuck me and smell my idiot buddy some more. What do you say?"

Aperio looked at her outstretched paw. A thousand would get the full surgery done: full modularity! Swapping any parts he wanted, mounting them anywhere, even swapping with other modulars. He thought rapidly about it, his heart beating fast. Excitement barreled over the revulsion - his goal at last, but there was the stretch goal to consider. He needed accessories and the quality of life assurance. He said as firmly as he could, "Make it two. Two grand. And I'll do anything you guys want."

Without hesitating, Kahnso grabbed his paw and shook it. "Deal! Oh, man, you are gonna drink so much piss!" she cackled.

I'll drink all the pee you want, Aperio thought, turning towards the awful room with Lars' stink still ringing in his brain. Full modularity, here I come.

--Chapter Two

Aperio tied up the sixth trash bag and stopped to mop his brow with a shirt he had found in the trash. His own was off, hung up on the corner of the door, and a fine dew of sweat glinted in his brown fur. This was how he used to feel on the police force, working his butt off for an honest dollar. It brought a wistful smile to his face. Those were the days.

The dog picked up the coffee can he was using as a sharps bin and put in another empty syringe. He had seen the track marks on the vixen and the panda but the sheer amount of used needles was mind-boggling. In his head - he was pretty good at math in his head - he tried to calculate how many days worth of needles he had picked up assuming an average of three uses per needle. The three-use average was a figure he'd gleaned from his police work; nobody could say why junkies preferred to use their needles three times before discarding them except that it was a nice round figure.

What hung him up was whether or not Kahnso and Lars shared needles. He had the feeling they did, but who could say? All Aperio really knew was that he didn't want to handle used needles, but here he was.

He heard footsteps on the carpet and turned to see Lars, naked and holding a brown bottle of beer. The panda looked around the room which was about three-quarters cleaned. He whistled and said, "Man, you work really fast. It's been, like," he sipped, "two hours."

Aperio smiled patiently. Whether from birth or from drugs, Lars was one of those special people and Aperio could tell. "Yeah, I work fast," he said encouragingly. "And check out what I found." He picked up a pair of boxer shorts from the cleaned bed and tossed them at Lars.

The panda caught them with surprising dexterity. "Oh man, awesome," he said. "Dude, my lucky boxers. Check it out, they even have my cum in 'em. Thanks dude."

The dog thought of the rancid smell inside of them and how he had stood there for the better part of five minutes with his nostrils buried in them. Whether he was sniffing the seat or the groin, he had no idea. Red panda musk was mighty in them and that titillated Aperio. "You're welcome," he sheepishly said. "I'll be done soon."

"That's cool," said Lars. He finished off his beer. He clearly was about to toss it on the floor but he caught himself and smiled, then put it in the open trash bag. "See, I'm smart."

"Definitely," Aperio agreed, believing the opposite.

Suddenly the panda squeezed Aperio's ass. The dog yelped and looked back, cheeks red and hot. "I-I was gonna finish cleaning up before-."

"We can fuck now, she won't mind," Lars said with a wise nod. "So do you take it in the butt?"

Lars was so close now. So close, so smelly. His body odor put the fermented stench of the boxers to shame. He turned and leaned in close to the panda, stealing puffs of scent from the air. God, the armpits smelled awful. He wanted to snuffle them like a junkie with a rag soaked in gasoline. "For you, yeah," he admitted.

The panda let out a drunken giggle. "That's awesome. Kahnso lets me do anal too. I get her box sometimes, though." He rubbed over Aperio's chest, finding the dog's smooth body less interesting than Kahnso's but still nice to touch. "She wants you to fuck her box. She hopes you have a knotted dick."

Aperio cracked an awkward smile. He toyed with his tail, rubbing its fluffy length. "That's gonna be a problem," he muttered.

Lars tilted his head. "Dick like mine? That's cool too. She really likes foreskin." He hugged Aperio close, not really caring to cuddle the dog but this made it easier to grab his ass cheeks. "Nice. Your butt's all round. Hey, is it cool if I smell your asshole?"

"I have a pussy," Aperio blurted out, not wishing to lead the panda on any longer. He stared at Lars' face, waiting for discontent that never came.

Instead Lars gained an expression of easy acceptance. "That's cool. I had a friend with a pussy. A guy, I mean. So I can smell your pussy too, right?"

Aperio wondered what he, himself, had expected in the first place. Of course Lars was okay with everything; he was a vapid whore, probably just as happy to jerk off as to fuck a guy with a pussy. Aperio envied that simple peacefulness.

"You can smell me wherever," the German Shepherd slowly said. "All right?"

Lars nodded and nudged Aperio toward the bed. He said as the dog laid back, "Nice, you got this cleaned off." There were no blankets on the bed now, not even a sheet. The pillows were without covers. Dark spots on the mattress gave the impression that blood had been spilled on it, that or an awful lot of piss. Aperio tried not to think of what he was laying on lest his canine desires make him want to roll in it.

"Hey, get your pants off," Lars said, grappling with the dog's jeans.

"I think-, I think I'm really close to going into heat," Aperio admitted, not wanting to admit to Lars or himself that all the male stench on and around the panda had worked him up to this point. He opened his fly and unveiled his black panties. In them, the thick peach that was his vulva made an impression a bit like a sideways clam.

Lars recognized the shape of a canine vulva and smiled. "Sweet. I love dog pussy." He yanked down the panties and the jeans, no grace or patience involved. "Uh, heat? So like, it's gonna be smelly?"

"And-," Aperio swallowed, "a little... bloody."

"Once," Lars began, nestling his snout against Aperio's vulva, "I ate out Kahnso while she was on her period. Like, it all ran way down my neck. It was so gross." He laughed. "And really hot. Her pussy got all swollen and smelly."

Aperio touched his own vulva carefully, shivered as he felt a powerful sting of pleasure. His swelling had already begun, his peach imperceptibly increasing in plumpness, pushing its nerve endings to the top of the black flesh. Between the dark folds glinted wet pink flesh and Lars slurped up through it without hesitating. Aperio whimpered, a good whimper, and his toes curled.

"Oh, gawd," the dog hissed.

"You taste good," Lars said, voice as sweet as pie. He climbed over Aperio, drunk body moving sloppily. He once kneed the dog in the chest and made him gasp for air. "Sorry dude," Lars murmured. Eventually Lars' round ass hung over Aperio's face, sweat dribbling from the crack, musk as heavy as smoke in a wildfire.

Without asking permission - Kahnso bitched at him if he bothered to - Lars brought his ass down on Aperio's snout. The dog's muzzle vanished between Lars' ass cheeks, his nose landing close enough to the pucker that the scent of anal musk was overbearing and offensive. Aperio shuddered, and with the shudder came a throb of his vulva. Wetness oozed from between the fat lips and it disgorged a great puff of musk too. Lars was there to inhale it. His big, banded tail swayed and he cooed, "Oh, man, you smell fucking good. It's so gross. You should pee in my mouth."

"Later," Aperio murmured, not surprised by any of Lars' kinks. His nose notched into the slight bevel of Lars' anus and he snorted hard, sounding like Kahnso did when sucking up lines of blow. Each time he snorted, he shuddered. He hugged the panda's ass and wondered why he had to be such a repugnant whore.

"Yeah, later," Lars agreed in an absent voice and went for the pussy with everything he had. His lips smacked on the big dark spade, sucking great portions of its black flesh as if it were candy. Then he dug his tongue between the lips and slurped over the pink flesh inside and the hooded button of the clit, albeit with the bottom of his tongue. His fingers felt up under the dog, going for the ass crack where sweat pooled and musk lingered. At this feeling, Aperio lifted his legs somewhat, giving what he hoped was better access. He did so with a quiet whine.

The panda's fingertips tickled Aperio's anus. Ass was the panda's favorite thing on anybody unless there was a dog pussy present. The fact that Aperio had one of those didn't detract from Lars' enjoyment of the dog's asshole. It tensed under his fingers as if cowering away from them and he felt sweat on its surface and all around it. He was definitely going to smell that, but the pussy couldn't be ignored or put off. He sucked on its ripe black flesh and realized that the smell was outright a stench. Kahnso smelled the same way when it was breeding time - estrus, he heard someone call it, heat to everybody else. Those were rare times when she wanted it exclusively in the pussy, anal verboten except as foreplay, and Lars always obliged. He wanted to fuck Aperio in the ass but the heat stink of his pussy invited proper sex. His cock throbbed against the brown fluff of Aperio's body.

Aperio was a whore for musk to begin with. The onset of estrus and the panda's slobbering and fingering accelerated his descent into sexual voraciousness. As if he could not get his fill, he snorted deeply from Lars' anus and trembled as the musky odor stimulated the baser parts of his brain. A thin drool of blood passed from his cuntlips but Lars never saw it and barely registered its taste as he slathered deep into the dog's black box. Aperio had painful memories of trying to keep clean and odor-free during heat; he was thankful to Lars for helping with the hygiene and also annoyed that the panda was responsible for his estrus coming on in the first place.

Aperio breathed nasally against Lars' anus with the air-hunger of an asthmatic. He slid his nose's broad pad down Lars' taint and into his balls. The fur was weighted down with sweat and the pressure from Aperio's nose squeezed out a swampy ooze. The German Shepherd was caught between pleasure and revulsion. He licked Lars' balls, pulling them right into his mouth as if they were tennis balls. He sucked on them and squeezed noisome sweat over his tongue as though wringing out a sponge. His tail wagged madly below his upended behind but it was his spade which telegraphed his pleasure best. It pulsated against the panda's suckling lips, loosing more blood mixed in with his normal vaginal secretions. The stink was comparable to Lars' unwashed crotch and ass.

"What are you fucking faggots doing in here?" Kahnso asked in a bleary voice. Her eyes were dilated and bloodshot, a scary thing for Aperio to suddenly see. Lars was unperturbed and continued to slather Aperio's muff.

"We were-, we're not-, I'm sorry," Aperio whimpered out between huffs. He caught a whiff of something sweet but vaguely acrid off of the vixen. He knew the smell of meth smoke. "I was almost done but he wanted to do this..."

Then Lars pulled his mouth off of Aperio's box. A thin streak of blood stained his chin. "Yeah, it was my idea," the panda said calmly. "He's really good at smelling ass, you should try him."

Kahnso sat down on the bed, sitting on Aperio's foot. The dog winced and hastily pulled it away. "In a second. Sit up, dumbasses. Time to get lit."

Like a little boy about to take his medicine from mother, Lars dismounted Aperio and sat down beside her, making the bed sag further. He leaned over her shoulder and watched, smiling vacantly, as she pulled a ragged leather belt around her arm. The syringe was already filled though she had a small plastic bag with the rest of the gear inside: a scorched metal spoon, a few cotton balls, a lighter, and another, smaller bag with a brown substance inside of it.

Aperio sat behind the two, watching but squirming as Lars cinched the belt and Kahnso penetrated a swollen vein. It was like he was watching a horror movie; he covered his face but peeked from between his fingers. "Oh, that's dangerous stuff," he whined. Aperio had seen his fair share of overdoses.

The vixen lay back on the bed, sighing long and slow like a deflating tire. Lars leaned over her and took the belt, pulled the syringe out of her arm. "Is it good?" he asked in the moony tones of a lover.

"Yeah," Kahnso replied from somewhere very far away. "Shoot him up. Before you do you."

"Cool, sure," Lars amicably said, smiling at the dog. He went to the dresser - which was now cleaned of all the beer cans and bottles once inundating its surface - and readied another shot with expertise nobody ever expected from such a dopey panda.

Aperio's eyes darted from Kahnso to Lars several times. He studied the vixen's slow, relaxed breathing and the expression of sublime bliss in her features. Her body was completely naked. Modest breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Six nipples dotted her belly in two neat rows and Aperio followed them down to her crotch. Situated below a fuzzy blonde bush was a spade fatter and wetter than his own, though its smell was nominally less offensive than Aperio's.

He felt sorry for her. She was rich and famous, beautiful too, but she was a slave to her vices.

Lars came towards him with the filled syringe and Aperio started to feel sorry for himself.

"Please. No, Lars, please. I don't do that stuff. I don't," Aperio whined, pulling away, putting his back to the wall.

The panda crawled onto the bed, smile wide and friendly in the particular manner of the simple. He picked up the belt and leaned over Aperio with it.

"It's cool," he said soothingly. "It makes you feel awesome. Once you're high, we can fuck and it'll be really good. Gimme your arm."

Aperio thought his mods couldn't be worth this but he was such a good dog, so obedient that friends worried he would be manipulated into something terrible someday - something more severe than licking peanut butter like they already made him do. Aperio wanted to stop Lars, wanted to bite the panda and run for it, screw the money, but he let himself be taken by the arm and laid down. He watched with terror in his eyes as Lars looped the belt around his shoulder and cinched it tight. He whined, said, "That hurts, it's pinching my fur!"

"It won't hurt much longer," Lars said offhandedly and brushed apart the dog's fur where he expected a vein to presently bulge.

Kahnso came up behind Lars, her movements ponderous but graceful. She cupped his ass cheek in a paw and said, "Good shit this time, Lars. God, this stuff is awesome." There was a slur in her voice like that of a stroke victim.

"I'm gonna shoot Aperio up," the panda said to her without looking back. Finally a vein emerged, pushing up the flesh and thinning out the fur. Lars bit his lip and pushed the filthy needle gently into the vein. Most of his and Kahnso's were worn-out and collapsed like the strip-mined Appalachian mountains. Aperio's veins were practically virginal, having been shot with only tetanus and rabies and a few boosters here and there.

Aperio whimpered, tensed, began to cry. Then Lars depressed the plunger and liquid pleasure entered Aperio's veins. The panda loosened the belt, tugged back the syringe and said to the dog, "Just chill out. It's cool."

While Kahnso writhed and Lars cooked his own dose, Aperio waited. He felt a numbness in his arm where the shot had gone in. The limb seemed frigid and where the heroin raced through his veins, he felt an icy lance go with it. It reached his heart and then it was disseminated through his body, but it was the brain which mattered most. The opiate saturated his gray matter, sending his pleasure center into overdrive and his production of dopamine through the roof.

Aperio knew he was a bad dog. Bad dogs didn't do drugs; he busted other dogs who did. But it was difficult to feel that way now as he enjoyed such sublime pleasure, pleasure beyond description in his limited vocabulary. His eyes rolled back. He swallowed, finding his mouth dry suddenly. He writhed much as Kahnso did, making a sloppy angel shape in the rumpled comforter. He and Kahnso found each other and began to couple sexually.

The red panda sat down beside them. He cinched up the belt and watched them with a smile. They were kissing, Kahnso overpowering Aperio with her huge tongue. Slobber covered their mouths and faces. The languid fashion in which they moved was dreamlike.

Lars sunk the needle in his arm, sharing it with Kahnso and Aperio. He soon joined them in their writhing heroin orgy. Being the only one with a penis put him in high demand.

--Chapter Three

Aperio's perception of the sex is hazy. He has been on morphine twice in his lifetime. One dose came after a prepubescent surgery to have his appendix removed and the other followed his initial surgery to modify his body. Neither dose is recent and he is wholly unprepared for the heroin. How Lars and Kahnso function so well, relatively speaking, is a mystery to him.

He has bursts of cognizance. Smothering under wet warmth, not Lars, the smell is different. Licking anything he can, tasting a vulva, an anus, knowing the smells and tastes by heart.

Gone, head swimming, sensations far away under the mist. Aperio has never been so content in all his life.

Lars laying over him, kissing, slobbery and vulgar. The panda fucking him with a sharpness of movement Aperio cannot manage but which is easy for the tempered panda. Wet noises, moaning. His foot bumps Kahnso kneeling at Lars' backside. Eat his ass, his ass is really good, Aperio thinks, and his tail wags.

Gone again. The mist is thinner but nothing is underneath it. Aperio is certain he is dead.

Pleasure. It is incredible how good his orgasm feels. There is no vision to go with his climax. He is smothering under one of them again and this time it is Lars. The panda's behind is as wet as a swamp and reeks of anal musk, just the way Aperio likes it. He is too hemmed in to lick but he is only too happy to smell the panda.

Kahnso's tongue is what is giving him his orgasm. It snakes inside of his vulva, thick and flat like a length of fire hose. He can feel liquid shifting inside of his vagina and it is semen, he can tell from the texture of it. He continues to smell Lars as he cums. His senses heighten like they always do but never like this, not with this kind of brilliance. The feeling of his orgasm throws his numb body into spasms. His inhalations are sharp and short like the shallow breaths of the dying. The stench of the panda is so powerful now; it is so pungent that Aperio feels a headache starting just like when he is around cleaning solutions for too long.

Gone again. Aperio sleeps. Kahnso and Lars fuck, often involving the absent dog like a sex toy.

--Chapter Four

Aperio's nose woke him up. He smelled greasy food, hamburgers if he wasn't mistaken, and his sniffer rarely was wrong. Instead of the usual hunger response, the dog was repulsed by the smell of food. He sat up in bed clutching his belly which felt as if a block of cement had taken up residence inside of it.

All over his body, he ached as if he had been beaten up. The haze of the terrible drug was still heavy in his mind but it was burning off like morning fog under sunlight. He scooted to the edge of the bed, hitched in pain and realized his vulva was exceptionally sensitive. After he stood up, some careful examination revealed his estrus to be in full swing: the dark mound of his spade throbbed painfully and his shifting body caused it to ooze a slurry of blood-tinted semen. Urine soaked his inner thighs and a patch on the bed where he had laid. Aperio realized with ears shamefully pinned back that he had wet himself as he slept. It was a loathsome habit he thought he had beaten in his preteens.

The dog found the bottle of spring water Kahnso and Lars had been using to cook their heroin. He gulped it down to the last drop and still felt thirsty. He couldn't recall his mouth ever feeling so dry as it did now. Despite the headache pulsing in his temples, the sedentary knot of his stomach, and the general feeling of malaise which followed a heroin high, the dog shambled after the smell of the food. He was not hungry, but he believed the fox and panda would give him more water.

Aperio took the stairs down carefully, clinging to the banister for dear life. The smell of the food was getting stronger; the brick in his gut began to animate. He clutched at his belly and whimpered on the staircase. Please no, I already peed in the bed, please no vomit.

Whether by willpower or luck, Aperio's belly settled but not without a warning rumble. Then there was another rumble and the dog flinched down, his muzzle sticking out through the support rods to the banister. The sound was the nemesis of countless dogs everywhere: thunder. It was the last thing Aperio needed to hear.

Feeling more unsafe than ever, Aperio darted down the stairs and prayed the rumbling, whether internal or external, would not start up again. He meandered through the vixen's manor which he was unfamiliar with, having only been led from the foyer to the state-of-emergency bedroom he had been tasked to clean up. He followed his nose without realizing he was doing it and eventually bumbled his way into the den.

The sweet stench of smoked meth hung in air which was still and stale. Aperio lingered in the doorway to the hall, his body aching and uncooperative. Another quake of thunder made him crouch down, whimpering helplessly until the noise passed by. When it was gone he crept into the den and stepped around the couch.

It was no surprise to Aperio to find the two having sex. Lars sat on what had once been a nice couch but was now stained with bodily fluids and pocked with cigarette burns. One leg hung over the armrest. The vixen knelt in front of him with her snout under his balls, and her consumption of his sweaty asshole was noisy and vulgar.

He looked up at Aperio with a dumb grin. "Hey. It's the doggy." He offered his smoldering pipe. "You want some? It's good for waking up."

"No, no sir," Aperio said, in no mood to smoke or argue. "Can I get some water?"

The vixen pulled back her snout. She wiped her lips on her arm as if she had just finished a rack of ribs. "I got some piss you can drink," she cruelly said. "Smoke up, Aperio. You're no good to me if your ass is dragging."

Aperio looked at the meth pipe with damp eyes. As dehydrated as he felt, it seemed a shock that he could cry at all. "Please, just water."

Kahnso stood up and towered above Aperio. Her nudity did nothing to detract from her intimidation. "Lars," she said, keeping eyes on Aperio. "Help him smoke up."

All too happy to be the vixen's enforcer, Lars got up on his stiff legs and pulled a fresh, brownish-white crystal out of a plastic sandwich bag on the table. He dropped it into the pipe. "You'll pro'lly have to hold him," the panda said helpfully.

"Probably," Kahnso agreed, stepping around Aperio. Another thunder rumble terrified the dog, made him cower and scream, but the scream wasn't just his fear of the weather. Kahnso grabbed him from behind and held his chin, forced him to look at Lars.

"No'h, no'oh," Aperio bleated, speaking against Kahnso's grip. The German Shepherd squirmed until the vixen pulled him into a choke hold, her muscular but tracked forearm digging into his throat. His eyeballs throbbed; the migraine deepened into a vicious thud. Then the thunder came again, closer and sharper now, and Aperio realized with a lance of exquisite fear that the storm was getting closer, not rolling further away. He shrieked and a burnished orange urine flow squirted from his vulva, filling the room with a smell more acrid than the methamphetamine. He fell slack in the vixen's arms and his dropping body against Kahnso's implacable hold detached his head from his neck. His body thudded limp at her feet.

Kahnso screamed in a way Lars had never heard before. It was a girly scream like a teenager who had just seen a spider in the bathroom. She fumbled with Aperio's head and staggered back, dropping it where she stood and catching one foot on the other. She crashed onto her behind and flopped onto her back, letting out a deeply wounded sound. The dog's head plopped harmlessly down on his body's fuzzy chest and rolled onto the floor, braked by the wedge shape of its muzzle.

"What the fuck," Lars breathed, and then smoked the meth for himself, seeming not to realize he was doing so. In times of stress, drugs were the panda's truest companion.

Kahnso sat up, rubbing her hip and ass where a nasty bruise was just beginning to coalesce. Tears had erupted from her eyes and she blotted at them quickly with the heel of a paw. She shot Lars a look which threatened death if he told anybody she had been so startled.

"He's fucking dead, his head just came right the fuck off, what's going on, what the fuck is going on, where is the fucking blood," Kahnso said, her litany going on and on as she squirmed back from Aperio's decapitated form. "Jesus Christ, what the hell?"

"There's no blood," Lars unnecessarily added, earning himself a wet glare from Kahnso. He ignored her look and set down the pipe and lighter. Wisps of sweet smoke still rose from his nostrils when he knelt down with the dumb callousness of a curious little boy. "Hey. He's breathing. His-, his body is, anyway," the panda said in a casual tone. "I don't think he's dead."

Whether a symptom of his retardation or because of his drugged state, Lars was ready to accept that Aperio could survive with his head detached from his body. He picked up the dog's cranium gingerly at first, and then inspected its underside. Where he expected a gaping wound, he found only the same brown fur continuing from elsewhere on his head. Lars felt through it, paring apart the follicles like he did when searching for veins, and found only unbroken flesh underneath. "This is cool."

"What in the fucking fuck," Kahnso said, trembling as she crawled - her legs wouldn't work - around to the suitcase beside the coffee table. She opened its combination locks with practiced rolls that her shaking fingers spoiled only once and then took out a prescription bottle of Xanax. She shook out four of the tablets inside and swallowed them with a gulp of warm beer.

Lars sat down and cradled the dog's head. Using two fingers, he pried open the mouth and peered inside. Although there was no way to see into the esophagus anyway, Lars didn't believe that it simply terminated. Breath rose from Aperio's open maw in time with the dormant rise and fall of his chest.

"What are we supposed to do?" Kahnso asked, sitting on the floor against the couch now, waiting desperately for the Xanax to dull her frayed nerves.

"I'unno," Lars said, but he was lying. He scooted a little closer to the dog's breathing body and hugged the head to his chest as if it were a football. His free fingers touched Aperio's vulva, traced its thick lips, and the head in his arm softly cooed in response. "Wei-i-ird," the panda said, then shrugged.

"Christ, fucking Jesus Christ," Kahnso muttered, pacing now, gulping down slugs of tequila straight from a bottle. "What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is he?"

Lars braced his bony back against the table and parted his legs. One paw fluffed his black cock, getting it back to its earlier glory from before the dog's reappearance.

Aperio began to stir. He murmured something. His lips dragged against the fur on Lars' malnourished chest.

"He's waking up," Lars said, and glanced at the decapitated body.

It gently pawed at the carpet. Aperio made a quiet, pained sound and the paws came up to grope around the headless space above its shoulders. Aperio's eyes finally opened, bleary and bloodshot but aware. They rolled up to look at Lars and he said, "Aw, my-, my head came off. Can you fix me? Can you fix me please?"

"Too weird," Lars said, eyes darting between the head and the body which now sat up and groped at open air as Aperio searched for his own cranium. "Jesus. This is cool."

"This is fucked up!" Kahnso snapped, staring at Aperio's helpless body with the same revulsion she showed cockroaches. "What the fuck are you? Are you an alien?"

"I'm modular," the dog said wearily. He gave up trying to claim his head and laid his body back down. "I'm hungry. And thirsty." Thunder suddenly shook the manor down to its foundation and Aperio cried out in puppy-like fear. His body curled into the fetal position with tail tucked between its thighs. "Oh god, oh-! Not thunder!" he shrieked, beginning to cry.

Lars responded to the dog's distress with amusement. His penis twitched. "Stop crying, okay? Okay? Open your mouth."

"I don't want-! No!" Aperio blurted, and cried out as Lars made ready to use his mouth like a fuck sleeve. The dog's body lashed out and got onto unsteady paws and knees, started to reach for where he guessed his body to be. If I could just see where it is! Aperio thought.

Lars brought down Aperio's head and the German Shepherd defiantly pursed his lips. The panda's cock bumped into the thick pad of Aperio's nose and smeared a thick wad of precum across his nostrils. Whining, Aperio snorted to try and clear his airway but he inhaled the panda's smell when he drew a breath. The musky stench would have been bad enough to him under normal circumstances but Aperio was in heat and Lars was a fertile male whose musk affirmed that quality. Aperio's vulva began to throb and his body crumpled against the floor, chest down and bottom slightly raised, paws cupping the fortune cookie-shaped mound between its thighs.

"Please-," Aperio began to bleat, and Lars shoved his cock past the dog's lips.

"Yeah, that's it," Lars cooed, grinning big and toothy. As if Aperio's head were a sex toy, he started to bounce it against his lap. And also as if it were a sex toy, he was exceptionally rough. He slammed his cock down into the dog's throat and the stump of a neck bulged accordingly on the body.

Tears flowed from Aperio's eyes. Partly it was hurt feelings and fear but most of the cause was pain. His throat was sensitive, his mouth already dry from the heroin, and Lars' penetration proved exceptionally painful. Aperio masturbated, playing with his vulva using shaky digits. He hated this situation and the masochistic pleasure he took from it.

As Lars moaned and fucked the detached head, Kahnso crept closer to the body. Liquor and Xanax had begun to calm her down and she accepted now that the dog was harmless if not bizarre in a way she thought belonged in some science-fiction crap like Star Trek. She rolled his headless body onto its back and flinched when it pawed at her leg. "Stop moving!" she snapped, sounding more embarrassed than afraid.

Aperio's headless body went still. Around Lars' penis he emitted a pathetic, short whine. Slobber oozed down his chin like juice from an overripe peach; Aperio always had too much slobber just like any dog.

"This is the most fucked-up goddamn fucking shit," Kahnso murmured, speaking lowly and rapidly in an attempt to keep herself occupied because otherwise she would lose her nerve and scream. Sometimes she envied the idiot lens Lars saw life through. He was mentally like a child in the way he could just ignore what did not make sense.

Tell me about it, thought Aperio who kept his eyes clenched shut, but the tears kept coming. A thought occurred to him, brief but terrible: more heroin would make this okay. It would take away the fear of the storm, the revulsion at what he was doing and who he was doing it with.

Kahnso pulled apart the dog's legs. Her sexuality was mostly towards men - men with penises - but the familiar shape of Aperio's vulva was a pleasing, comforting sight to her in the midst of so much unspeakably bizarre shit. She rubbed it in a burly paw, slid a finger between its dark lips and socked it deep in the pink tunnel down inside. She managed a grin. "You're fucking wet. Why are you goddamn wet, dog? You in heat or something?" She pulled out her finger and smelled it with no pause or decorum; Lars loved how vulgar she looked doing it.

"Shit, you are in heat!" she said, laughing. Her harsh, hyena-like laughter did nothing to comfort the dog who cowered again when the thunder rolled through the house. "You smell like a fish taco gone bad, dog. Lars! Lars, fuck him and let me have the head."

The red panda groaned like a pissy teenager. He pulled Aperio all the way down into his lap and gagged the dog who then began to cough and sputter. Drool cascaded down the panda's balls and the body began to buck and paw at open air where its head should be, seemingly in reflex. "But I'm almost do-o-one!"

Kahnso was swatted by the dog and gave the body a swat back on the chest. "Now, dumbfuck!" she snapped.

Yes, please now, oh god please now, Aperio thought in a mind full of fear and resentment; the thought processes of an abused dog.

Lars sighed and yanked back Aperio's head. The dog gagged a second time and began to cough. Kahnso flinched away from the body which heaved in time to the sound. "Creepy fucking-, fuck," she muttered, scooting over beside Lars. She yanked the head from him like a big sister snatching a toy away from her dumb little brother.

The panda's frown was short-lived. In a few seconds he was beside Aperio's fairly lax body. He rolled it onto its belly again and Aperio said from the vixen's grip, "I'd roll over if you asked me to!"

"This is easier," Lars began to say.

"Shut up, pussy," Kahnso snapped. Aperio assumed she was speaking to him.

"Get up on your all-fours," the panda said, sounding surprisingly genial about it. As he asked, he pulled the dog's body up by its hips. "I want to fuck you like a dog. Since, uh, you're a dog."

Aperio obliged Lars but said in a soft, whining voice to Kahnso, "Please, not so rough, you're hurting my ears. Please."

Kahnso looked down at his head with disgust. "Am I? Am I hurting your little ears, you fucking weird mutt?"

The panda, with Aperio's body posed just how he wanted it, slid home into the dog's swollen spade. Saliva and vaginal wetness made for excellent lubrication and his first thrust saw him bottom out in the German Shepherd's heated vagina. The penetration caused he and Lars both immense satisfaction. Lars cooed and draped his body over Aperio's while the dog's eyes rolled back, closed.

The vixen grunted with disgust. "This-, this modular shit, it's fucked. I want you to know you're a goddamn abomination, dog. I want you to fucking understand that."

"Yes. Y-yes," Aperio agreed tentatively. Too passive and in over his head, he could only agree as the vixen bullied him. The quick, smooth sex from Lars made it harder still to fight back. This was the satisfaction his body needed. He pushed back into the thrusts, silently wishing the panda had a little more meat on his bones; Aperio liked to cuddle and Lars' malnourished frame brought to mind victims of AIDS, not cuddling.

Kahnso set down Aperio's head on the table and finally the dog was able to see his body being fucked by Lars. Except now he had no desire to get away, now he was getting what he wanted. He heard the thunder again and shivered, whined, but kept his composure for the most part. He said softly, "Miss-, miss Kahnso? Hey?"

"What do you want?" Kahnso demanded as she pawed through her suitcase full of pharmaceuticals again.

"Some-, oh," he shivered as Lars hit a very good spot - his g-spot. "I would-, I'd really love some more of that... heroin, if you don't mind."

Lars laughed. He nuzzled around Aperio's neck stump and gave it a soft nibble. The dog's head on the table cooed and closed its eyes. "He likes heroin now. Is he gonna be our bitch or something?"

"Dumb fucker already is," Kahnso said, grinning savagely. "Hey Aperio, yeah, you can have another hit, but I ain't paying you for that half-assed job you did on the bedroom."

"But-!" Aperio began and caught Kahnso's vicious red glare. "I-, please. I need that money..."

"Money or smack," Kahnso said firmly, not grinning any longer.

"Yeah, money or smack," Lars parroted, bony hips smacking Aperio's rump.

"Shut the fuck up, retard," Kahnso warned.

"Okay," Lars agreed, and simply went on fucking Aperio. His dark, plump meat matched Aperio's vulva in shade and perhaps stench. Wetness rolled down its shaft and began to slowly saturate the fur of his loins, especially that of his balls. Sweat already permeated the fur and Aperio's vaginal wetness mingled with it to make the panda even more repugnant than before.

Aperio softly panted and whined through the sex. It was good, so very good, but the thunder was terrifying. He hated it. Every time it rumbled he was drawn out of the sex, his climax postponed again and again. As the storm drew closer, its rumbles began to turn to snaps and cracks so sharp that the vixen and panda both were flinching somewhat. To Aperio, the sound frayed already raw nerves and made his heart race.

"Please!" Aperio bleated, wanting the release of the heroin again. He wanted the sweet ignorance of its chilly embrace, to be apathetic to the storm. "Forget the money, forget it!"

Kahnso went right to work readying the dog's poison. Aperio watched her from the corner of his vision. The sex felt good and he was pointed squarely at it but he no longer cared about that, only the heroin, only that syringe and the scary silver needle. A necessary evil thought Aperio randomly.

Another crack like a whip. The lights in the room flickered but came back. Aperio screamed and Kahnso smacked him, knocking his head off the table where it tumbled into the carpet, resting crooked so his left eye was covered, its twin staring pointlessly into the dirty carpet.

"Motherfucker, be quiet," she snapped.

Aperio could see nothing of use, only hear and feel. Lars kept going, kept fucking him. It was good. The panda had so much endurance even after fucking Aperio's throat but the dog did not care about the sex and its satisfaction.

"Hold that tight. Hold it," Kahnso barked. The belt looped around Aperio's arm. He felt her feeling around, looking for the vein. Not as efficient as Lars was. Still the sex thudding away like music in the background, Lars' hips smacking his, a bony pelvis against a round behind making no sound whatsoever.

The needle stung. It was cold and stiff like an icy shower taken to ward off sleepiness. Aperio whined, and then he felt the ghostly coolness enter his vein.

The heroin reached his heart and then his brain. When the lightning struck again and took the power with it, Aperio was too high to mind.

--Chapter Five

Aperio is much more aware of himself this time. His body is expecting this dose of heroin.

The pleasure is incredible. Aperio begs for more from Lars. Under candlelight and the strobe of lightning, his headless body paws at the panda who pounds him relentlessly. Lars complains that meth always makes it difficult to cum. Aperio says he likes the endurance.

Kahnso shoots up. Lars declines politely. He does not like how heroin interacts with methamphetamine.

High as a kite to match the dog, Kahnso pulls his disembodied head close and kisses him. The kiss surprises Aperio. He enjoys kissing with her long tongue. Kahnso is an excellent kisser and Aperio is on par with her by virtue of being an excitable dog with a large tongue of his own.

In time she gets bored of the kissing. She holds his head by her loins and asks him in a voice too kind to be the real Kahnso if he will eat her out. Aperio loves this idea. He kisses her vulva like he kisses her mouth. His tongue digs in deep and comes back with thick honey which reeks of musk.

The three writhe together. Kahnso's orgasm is the first to happen and its suddenness marks it as premature but nobody is judging her for this. Aperio is only too happy to taste her vulgar honey and smell her vile musk. When she is done he asks if she can reattach his head. Kahnso does this barely before collapsing on the floor face-down. She snores while the sky explodes with hail and spears of lightning.

With his head reunited with his body, Aperio becomes a much better lover for Lars. He begs to kiss the panda so Lars rolls Aperio onto his side and continues the sex from there. Now they kiss and their tongues become a knot of muscle and slobber. Lars' tongue is not as fun to kiss with as Kahnso's but Aperio is too happy to care.

Drifting on the heroin high and the delight of being bred in his heated pussy, Aperio is the second to have an orgasm. His climax is not subtle. He thrashes and croons and whines. He makes lurid noises into the intermittent kiss with Lars. His vaginal walls wrench and grope and knead Lars' dark penis while thick and smelly vaginal secretions which are laced with blood ooze out. The room is beset by a vulgar smell, the true stench of Aperio's heat.

Aperio clings onto consciousness for a short time longer. Thunder and lightning do not penetrate his idiotic contentment. He speaks softly to Lars, in fact babbling up until the moment that sleep finally takes him aside and puts him under the same veil as Kahnso. Then as before, his sleeping state does nothing to stop Lars. The sickly panda continues on until, many minutes later, he deposits the contents of his balls in the dog's vagina.

Still high on methamphetamine, Lars plays games on Kahnso's phone as he waits for them to awaken or the power to come back on, whichever comes first.

--Chapter Six

When Aperio sobered up again, the storm was only a series of distant quakes and thuds becoming less frequent with every mile. More was coming and the rain still beat the roof, but the moment was clear.

Aperio looked around the dimly-lit room and realized only barely that he was no longer in the living room. He got up off of a grimy cot reeking of urine and shamefully, briefly thought about what a bad dog he was.

Cold cement underfoot instead of plush or even walked-down and threadbare carpet. He saw a trio of light switches on an unfinished wall and flicked one on, bringing on a bare bulb mounted above the only door in the small room.

Throat raw and froggy, a headache in his temples, Aperio was more interested in water than the realization that he was in the utility room. The door opened for him and squealed loudly on its hinges; Aperio thought it could use a little grease. The notion was distant and felt alien to him. His mind did not feel as if were his own.

He followed the stairs out of the basement and found himself in the spacious kitchen. A pizza box sat on the counter with its lid down but not properly tucked into place. Realizing it had been hours since he ate, Aperio drew himself a glass of water from the tap - none of the liquor in the fridge appealed to him - and wolfed down three pieces of cold pepperoni pizza.

Feeling a little better but with a case of shivers beginning, Aperio walked slowly through the house in search of Lars or Kahnso. In a rare fully-lucid moment, Aperio understood this to be the behavior of an abused puppy; returning to his cruel master's side because he didn't know any better.

The shivers were getting worse and a pall of anxiety came over him. He walked through the house, through the living room where he had most recently been with the toxic pair. Empty liquor bottles dotted the floor but her drug stash was gone.

He went up the stairs toward the bedroom he had begun to clean. Body shivering, flesh itching worse than all the times he'd been infested by fleas. He scratched his arms until his flesh became angry and red. He pulled off an arm, held it by its shoulder, and used it to creatively scratch his back where it felt like he had trillions of jumping little biters invading his fur. Nothing could get rid of the feeling.

Aperio passed the bedroom he had been cleaning, thought I need to finish that or I don't get my money after a glance inside. An errant rumble of thunder sent him to the floor with a lame shriek. In a way he liked the fear because it momentarily banished the itch.

The dog's ears heard laughter and moans under the dying din of the rain. He followed the sound hurriedly with ears flat and eyes wet, wanting the vixen to tell him why he felt the way he did and give him a special pill to fix it. She had special pills for everything, he knew that much. When he was a puppy, Aperio believed doctors could fix anything with special pills. That magical quality was now Kahnso's realm.

Like a child catching his parents making love, Aperio gingerly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and stuck his muzzle through it. The room stank of sex, a muddy, wet stench which Aperio often loved. He scratched his hip and pushed the door further open.

The vixen straddled Lars, bouncing on him like a cowgirl mid-ride. Her hair flew, her tits bounced, and by all rights she looked perfect. She was laughing, giddy from the sex and a cocktail of drugs.

Her eyes fell on Aperio. "Hey, you! C'mere! Glad you're awake." Still riding the panda.

Lars took a hit from a nearby hookah. The stench of lab-grown pot was thick in the room. "Hey, dog. You didn't die, cool."

"Die? What? Why would I die?" Aperio asked, feeling suddenly fearful. He hugged himself and shivered.

Kahnso grinned. She took a long hit off the hookah and her bounces slowed to a sensuous grind. "I gave you a lo-o-ot of that smack. Like, enough to put me down. You're one resilient dog."

Aperio said nothing, having nothing he could even think to say. He watched the sex awkwardly, feeling no desire or jealously. It was like watching the janitor sweep while you waited for a doctor appointment; it was something to occupy an idle brain.

Finally he said, "I feel terrible. I feel-." He stopped and sneezed, then whined and cupped his aching head. "I feel horrible!"

"Man, DTs already?" Lars said with a touch of sympathy, but mostly amused surprise. "Smoke some of this. It'll help."

"Will it? Will it?" Aperio asked hopefully as he took the mouthpiece of the hookah. He looked at it as if he had never seen such an apparatus before. He had seen them during drug raids but had never made use of one.

Kahnso chuckled. The sound was almost sweet. Lars liked when she smoked grass, it being the only drug that seemed to mellow her out instead of intensify her. He supposed the heroin mellowed her out too, but it also made her tired. "Probably not. Hold on. Lemme finish with dumbass here. I'll get you another dose."

Aperio chose to smoke some of the pot anyway. He had never been much of a smoker - just a little in college - and his lack of technique made the experienced addicts laugh. Aperio loved to be a silly dog, to be the butt of a joke if need be, but their laughter while he tried to smoke made him cry and filled him with a resentment he hadn't known since his emotional teenage years. He tossed down the mouthpiece and stormed out of the room, sniffling and blotting his tears with his paws.

Less than ten minutes later, Kahnso came down from the master bedroom with sticky thighs and a lit cigarette hanging off her lip. She had the fixings for shooting up in a couple of sandwich bags.

"What're you crying for?" she asked around the cigarette as she sat beside him. There was no love in the query. "You okay?"

"I feel like crap," Aperio blubbered, hugging himself tightly. "I'm a bad dog! I'm a drug addict and I peed in the bed twice and I'm-, I can't even smoke pot."

Kahnso looked up from her work to smirk at the dog. "Aw, sweetie," she tutted. "That's just the withdrawal talking."

"No it's not," Aperio said petulantly. He jittered where he sat, playing with his toes, pawing at his tail, gnawing on his lip until he put ruts in it. Without warning he let loose a tremendous sneeze and whimpered in its wake. He turned to Kahnso with a thin, colorless drip of snot falling from his nose. "I don't want to feel like this!" he cried.

The vixen pulled the belt from around her shoulder and looped it around the dog's left arm. "Then cinch this up. Hold it tight," she said, mouthing the cigarette.

Aperio did what he was told. It hurt him the way blood pressure cuffs sometimes did but he could ignore the discomfort knowing what pleasure was coming. He eyed the needle lustfully. His vulva grew slightly damp.

"Do it, do-it-do-it-do-it," he lowly chanted, shivering. "Please..."

Kahnso did something surprising. She kissed his cheek. "Relax. Just relax. You're gonna feel good in a minute."

She fingered the fur apart to find the vein. It still had plenty of uses in it; no need to get creative yet. As she sunk in the needle, a bead of blood rose around its shaft. She grinned and said, "This is a smaller dose. It's some gentler stuff, too. Beijing Blue or something like that."

In went the plunger. The frigid feeling entered Aperio's veins. It was just beginning to reach his brain when the vixen said, breathing nicotine smoke in his face, "Lars wanted to fuck you in the ass. Is that cool, since you're gonna be out?"

"Sure," Aperio said, hearing his own voice from very, very far away. Aperio felt much better already.