All Dogs Go to Heaven
Lying on a hard mat, Bluntnose pricked up his ears and lazily opened one eye. In the infinite expanse of Hell, lying beneath a crimson-red sky, through the roar of the continuously erupting volcano, a sound broke through that had not been heard here for the last twenty years—a drawn-out, mournful and fearful howl of a dog.
— Not again?" Pitbull, having pulled a foul-smoking cigar from his mouth with his paw, shook his head disapprovingly.
As if in answer to the unspoken question, the disgusting sounds of laughter from the eternal Master of this land of Horrors rang out.
A small shining ball of light appeared out of nowhere in the blue azure of the sky and flew, weaving
between white clouds. On each of them, scenes of paradisiacal dog life played out: elderly dogs and young puppies with utterly contented muzzles gnawed on bones, ate sausage, and, blissfully squinting, basked in the rays of the gentle Sun. However, the sphere emitting white rays was looking for a very specific dog—off to the side of the aerial "archipelago," and much higher than it, on a solitary hanging cloud, dangling its paws down, dozed a lean brown-gray mutt of indeterminate breed, with a noticeable mole on its nose.— Charlie! Charlie!" The clump of light, hovering over his ear, was becoming more and more insistent.
The elegant bitch of an extraordinary pink breed with a tuft on her head, which appeared in its place, impatiently nudged him with her paw. In that same second, the dog tensed, jumped up, and, twisting 180 degrees in the air, wrapped his paws around his mistress.
— Charlie!" Annabel cried indignantly as soon as they tumbled back onto the cloud.
She pressed her paws against his chest, trying to push him away. Ignoring her resistance, the dog had already begun to insert his long, tense member, which had slipped out of its furry sheath, into the bright red opening of her vagina. A second later, howling with fear, he felt only emptiness under his feet and plummeted like a stone down towards the Earth, invisible from here. Annabel, who had literally evaporated along with the cloud from his paws, appeared right in front of him, grinning maliciously but keeping her distance from his paws, which were madly flailing through the air.
— Annabel, darling," Charlie babbled hurriedly, having lost hope of stopping on the clouds hanging below—they slipped away from his path, clearly not without the intervention of someone's paw. "Something came over me, you know, this happens to me...
— Charlie!" she interrupted him angrily. "Only you could get the idea to do THAT in paradise!
— Yeah!" Charlie readily confirmed. "And I thought you liked it. However," Charlie pressed his right paw to his chest and raised his left one up. "I swear not to do anything like that...
— Today..." Annabel drawled languidly, finishing for him, pressing her head against his neck for a moment and then immediately pulling away again.
— Agent Charlie!" she said sternly. "Several souls have fallen into a hellish trap! You and Agent Itchy are ordered to begin the investigation immediately!
Charlie grimaced.
— Now, now..." she added gently. "And upon your return, this will be waiting for you...
A wondrous vision flashed before his eyes: the rear of Annabel, who had turned towards him, with her fluffy tail raised invitingly, and something yanked him downward with terrible force.
— — ———————-
— Just started to come to my senses," a familiar grumbling voice sounded. "Got my nerves in order, clenched a bone in my teeth... Wait, Charlie...
The Dachshund listened to his sensations and began scratching himself with a vengeance.
— Damn it, Charlie... It feels like they're waiting for me, these fleas, may they be damned...
— Stop whining.
Charlie grabbed his friend's head with his paws and turned it towards the sign above the door of the house near which they had partially landed successfully. The sign read:
— Dog Shelter. For Girls Only.
— Kid, we've landed in heaven on Earth," Charlie said dreamily, squinting.
— Annabel will show you when we get back.
Charlie sniffed the air.
— Cut it out. Do you smell that? What an aroma, it knocks you off your paws! And as for Annabel, how would she know...
The golden collar, which had been dangling loosely around his neck until then, glowed, shrank in diameter, and tightened around his neck.
— How would she know?" a sweet little voice sang.
— G-r-r-r..." Charlie forced out, and the dead grip of the magical talisman loosened slightly. "Sorry, darling!
The feeling of an invisible presence disappeared.
— To work!" Charlie proclaimed.
And both friends disappeared into the half-open basement window.
— — ———————-
Both agents were smoothly ascending, as if on an elevator, into the cloud-covered sky. Freed dog souls rushed past them with joyful barks. And below, beneath them, the fiery petals of explosions were still blooming.
— Charlie," Kid asked, breaking the prolonged silence. "Couldn't all that have been done the same way, just without the dynamite?
— Probably, it could have," he agreed. "But those females really got on my nerves, and personally, I didn't mind a couple of extra sticks...
He stared anxiously at the sky above his head.
— I hope Annabel has the sense not to let those enraged ones into heaven? Down there, they'll have the most suitable company.
They soared above the misty veil, and to a solemn melody, the golden gates swung open before them. Immediately behind them, coyly tilting her head, stood Annabel.
— So, Kid," Charlie quickly whispered, lifting his friend's long ear. "Go, take a ride somewhere, I'll find you later.
The other one snorted disapprovingly, plopped onto a cloud, which shot off with such speed that it disappeared over the horizon in an instant.
Annabel gracefully jumped onto a neighboring little cloud, glancing playfully over her shoulder at Charlie. He, growling deeply, covered the entire distance separating them in one giant leap and pinned the juicy female beneath him. The bitch spread her hind legs and raised her rear. Charlie, beside himself with lust, thrust his member into her moist pussy with a swing and began working his hindquarters with the speed of a piston. Whimpering softly, Annabel pushed back, impaling herself with all her might on the hot shaft, feeling the frequent blows of his hot balls against her thighs. Finally, Charlie howled and shot long, whitish streams of semen into the dark, hot depths of Annabel's insides. Just as she wanted to move away from her partner, she felt the touch of sharp teeth on her throat: Charlie, who had just slipped out of her with a squelch, immediately plunged his member, which had lost none of its firmness, into the dark opening of her rear. Annabel howled from a wave of pain, and Charlie, having come to his senses after the ecstasy of the first coupling, made his movements slow and gentle. Tears welled up in Annabel's eyes, but the pain subsided, and by the time Charlie emptied himself into her a second time, all she felt was a deep certainty that she had been waiting all her life for her rear to be filled with this delightful, hot gag. When Charlie, trembling from the two orgasms he had experienced, climbed off her, Annabel still found the strength to gratefully lick his rapidly shrinking tip.
They both fell asleep, fanned by a fresh breeze that ruffled their fur, lying under the welcoming Sun of the Dog Heaven.