Dog Days Of Summer Ch 02

Foreword

: This is a sequel to

A Different Kind of Sex Toy

(series page)

, and ties in directly with

Harem Scarum

(series page)

. You may want to read the fifth chapter of that, as it contains a scene that occurs between the first and second chapters of this tale, but other than some sex, all it really does is describe how Dana and Miguel got zapped by the device again. All of the important details and ramifications are mentioned or expanded upon in this chapter.

Dog Days of Summer

Part 1: Bitches and Does

Chapter 2: Lie With Dogs, Rise With Fleas

Sunday Night (July 9)

Dana opened the door to her kitchen warily. There were lights on elsewhere in the apartment, so she thought at least one of her roommates had to be home, and she kind of dreaded the conversation she was planning to have with them. She didn't look forward to trying to sell the improbable story cooked up to explain the otherwise unexplainable things that had been happening, but if possible, she preferred to tell them both at once, while she knew they were all safe from any contagious episodes. Taking a deep breath, she called out, "Stacia? Elena? Are you guys home? I need to talk to you, please."

Their voices responded from elsewhere in the house, so Dana moved into the living room and sat down in a chair, waiting for her friends, or perhaps former friends, to appear. Elena was the first to arrive, and she actually smiled in greeting, which seemed like a hopeful sign. Stacia's expression was more of a scowl, but there was something else lurking beneath it that Dana couldn't quite identify. Flickers that might have been indicating amusement or smugness seemed to shine through her dour countenance occasionally. Deciding that it wasn't important just then, Dana asked them, "Could you sit down for a few minutes? I have something important to tell you both."

"Did you have an exciting weekend with your boyfriend?" Elena asked, sounding somewhat tremulous.

Dana shot the blonde girl a quizzical glance but was determined not to get sidetracked. "I wasn't with him. Well, not for most of it, anyway." Stacia got a definite smirk on her face at those words, and though she was tempted to ask what the girl knew, Dana decided to keep to her planned conversation. "I was actually at a clinic getting checked, and they discovered I have a rare condition."

"What kind of condition?" Stacia asked sharply, all traces of humor gone. "Are you talking about a disease? Did you fucking give us something when you raped us?"

Dana and Elena both started objecting loudly, and their words drowned each other out for the most part, but the blonde's higher-pitched voice became positively shrill when she concluded by screeching, "And she did

not

rape us, for God's sake! Stop saying that!"

Starting over after Elena's unexpected but welcome defense, Dana replied, "It's not a disease, it's more like a hormonal thing. And a pheromone thing. Look, the details are pretty boring and not very important, anyway. The short version is, I have a kind of nymphomania and my... smell... when I'm having an episode, can spread it to other people, temporarily."

Both roommates looked stunned at the information, but Stacia's expression gradually shifted from disbelieving back to anger. "So, what're you saying? You're a natural-born slut who turns people around her into sluts, too?"

Elena looked outraged and seemed to be on the point of arguing again, but Dana cut off her probable tirade by angrily saying, "Yeah, that's about right. Just like you're a natural-born bitch who's making me bitchy right now, too." The blonde laughed in delight at Stacia's offended look and clapped her hands in applause. Sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose, Dana continued, "Look, the important thing is, I'm sorry about the other day when we all... you know. I wasn't aware of the condition then, it's apparently been dormant or suppressed since puberty. But now I've got some medicine and other advice on how to manage it."

"What does 'managing it' mean, exactly?" Stacia asked, clearly trying to be less antagonistic.

"It means timing my episodes to minimize disruptions for myself and others," Dana confessed. "There's nothing to be done in the way of preventing them entirely, but with practice and luck, there won't be any more unexpected flare-ups. And I can mostly just keep to my room when they happen, and block up the door to make sure you guys aren't accidentally exposed."

"Will blocking the door actually work?" Elena asked curiously. "I mean, if you get uncontrollably horny and we're in the apartment, what's to stop you from coming to find us?" The pale woman's cheeks bloomed pink as she asked the question.

"I think so. I hope so," Dana confessed. "It might be best if you guys aren't in the apartment the first couple of times I, um, let it happen. If I need to do something, like restrain myself somehow... well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, I guess."

"I think you need to find a new apartment," Stacia said bluntly. "If this condition of yours is a real thing, I don't want you here if there's the slightest chance you're going to infect me again, or whatever."

Dana was not surprised at the remark, and had kind of expected it, but was nevertheless hurt when she heard it. She and Stacia had been friends since freshman orientation, and it seemed likely that those days were over.

"I think you should be the one to move out, Stacia," said Elena, making both roommates look up at her in surprise. "I think it's a pretty shitty thing to do, trying to kick someone out because they've got a... sickness or something. So, if Dana wants to stay here, I'm on her side. If you've got a problem living with her, you can be the one looking for somewhere else to stay."

Tears filled Dana's eyes and ran down her cheeks at the unexpected acceptance, for which she felt extremely grateful, although a little bit of guilt squirmed in her belly because of the falsehoods she'd couched the truth in. Still, the essence of what she'd told her roommates was true, even if the language she'd used suggested the problem was medical instead of magical.

Stacia's temper, which had always been rather short, suddenly exploded. She stood up and screamed, "Fine! You sluts can stay here and lick your dirty cunts ten times a day for all I care! I'm gone as soon as I find a place! Don't you whores talk to me again!" She shifted to Spanish for the rest of her tantrum as she stomped around the room, grabbing certain items, even though it would surely be at least several days before she could move. Dana assumed Stacia simply didn't want her roommates to be able to use or enjoy her lamp and other decorations in the interim.

"I'm going to bed," Dana announced wearily, after Stacia had stormed into her room and slammed the door, although her voice could still be heard swearing from inside. "It's been a long week." She was grateful, at least, that neither woman seemed perturbed by her casual nudity anymore. Other than a few blushing glances, both women had largely ignored her lack of clothes, unlike the last time they'd seen her naked.

"Yeah, it's getting pretty late," Elena agreed, also standing and moving toward the hallway. She stopped at Dana's door when it was opened, then whispered, "If you, um, need help managing your condition... well, I'm willing to help, if you think I can." The pale girl's face was warm and crimson as she spoke, and she gave a tentative smile before quickly rushing to her own room and shutting the door, without waiting for a response.

Dana was stunned and blushing as well when she finally locked herself inside her bedroom. Elena's invitation notwithstanding, she didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, so she spent a while using push pins to precariously hang her heaviest blanket over her door, and stuffing towels around the bottom to block up the crack beneath it. She knew it wasn't fool-proof, and the comforter seemed likely to fall down sooner rather than later if she didn't find some nails to secure it, although she thought a plastic sheet might be more effective and easier to support. Tabling the issue for the time being, she laid down in her bed and checked the timer on her phone, which showed a countdown until her current immunity ended.

Setting an alarm, Dana pondered the logistics of how long she'd need to fuck herself in the morning and throughout the day in order to be safe while she was around people. Her hand idly tickled her folds as she found herself helplessly dwelling on Elena's offer, wondering if she should act on it, and remembering the tart taste of the blonde's juices and the silky smoothness of her waxed mound. Even though she wasn't under the influence of her contagious lust, Dana couldn't resist driving herself to a quick and quiet climax before bed, sucking her fingers clean as she curled up in a ball to sleep.

Monday Morning (July 10)

Miguel stretched out on the couch in his apartment, jacking his dick energetically while looking at pictures on his phone. He had a number of nudes of both Cassie and Dana, and they were proving adequate to help get him in the right frame of mind for cumming. He didn't know where he'd ranked in terms of average number of masturbation sessions before, but now that he got extra satisfaction from pleasuring himself, it seemed likely he'd be in the 99th percentile sooner rather than later. Even better, from his perspective, was that his roommates did nothing but scowl and grumble when they found him naked in the living room, cock in hand.

"Man, why can't you do that in your bedroom?" whined Derek as he crossed the living area on his way to the kitchen.

"Because it feels better to do it out here," Miguel replied, although that was close to being a fib. Physically, it was pretty much the same, but after the bad blood that had developed in the early days of his habitual nudity, he got additional satisfaction from their reluctant acquiescence to his antics. To prove his point, he allowed himself to cum. Several jets arced into the air and onto the floor as he groaned theatrically.

"Gross, dude. You better fucking wipe that shit up before you leave," Derek mumbled, shaking his head and stomping around while he made his breakfast.

Miguel was about to put away his phone, and make something to eat as well, when an email alert popped up. Figuring it was most likely something from the university, he opened the app and discovered it was actually from the fertility clinic. His face broke into a broad smile as he read it, learning that he had been approved as a sperm donor. There were several attachments regarding remuneration and various things he might do that would cause him to be removed from their roster, but he barely glanced at those. It was important to him that he get paid for his contributions, but the actual dollar amount was almost trivial compared to the simple fact that he was selling his cum. His cock got hard again at the thought.

Leaping up from the couch, Miguel strutted into the kitchen and began putting together a meal. He was glad that his coursework had included a class on diet planning and nutrition, since the main limiting factors on his orgasms seemed to be hydration and how well-fed he was. He wasn't exactly burning a lot of fat playing with himself, so he figured he'd need to put together a meal plan that was reasonably low-calorie, but high in the vitamins and minerals required for semen production. He thought he had a fair idea about what that should entail, but more research would be required. For the time being, he made himself a smoothie and planned to grab a sports drink for the electrolytes before he left for the clinic.

"I hate living with you," Derek said as Miguel's rigid cock lightly, and accidentally, brushed against him while they went about their business.

"Likewise," the stag man grunted, waiting impatiently for his turn at the sink.

"I'm serious about you cleaning up your mess in the living room," Derek said angrily as he slammed the door and walked out to his car. Miguel flipped him off, and was annoyed that the gesture went unnoticed. He moodily grabbed a roll of paper towels and wiped up the spilled jizz, thinking that it might be prudent not to waste it in such a way after all. Just because he could cum until he dried himself out didn't necessarily mean that each load was of the same quality. It seemed logical to suppose that his first load of the day would be the finest he could make, especially if it wasn't produced until after breaking his nightly fast from sleeping, when he was well-fed and well-hydrated again. He always preferred to do his best work when others were relying on him, and he felt that should extend to his sperm donations as well.

It was when he grabbed his sports drink that a sudden plan for revenge occurred to Miguel. Derek preferred almond milk to regular dairy, the only one of the four roommates who did so, and his half-used carton was in the way. After thrusting it to the side with irritation, the stag man did a double take and then grabbed the container. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he quickly opened the carton and stuck the tip of his cock into it. He wanked furiously yet furtively, glancing about every few seconds, anxious about being caught. It took about thirty seconds to build to the required level for blasting off, and he stifled his groans as he came hard. Panting, he folded the carton closed again and placed it back on the shelf, then cleaned himself up again.

Miguel whistled happily as he walked out to his car and drove off toward the clinic. "If that asshole wants to drink nut milk, I'll make sure he's well provided," he said, grinning maliciously as he pulled into traffic. Granted, his petty revenge flew in the face of his resolution to provide the doctors or nurses or whomever with the best cum he could produce, but he figured that one subpar sample wouldn't be the end of the world. He promised himself that he'd save the best stuff for his next trip to make up for it. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he wondered if it would be better to schedule three mornings per week for his deliveries, or to wait until the afternoons, since his produce might be better after lunch had settled than just after breakfast was eaten. Then again, he expected Dana would probably need a daily nooner, and that might mean his top shelf semen would wind up inside her somewhere. He frowned, doubtful that she'd appreciate it properly.

Unresolved, Miguel decided to wait and see what the clinic said about regular appointments before he made any firm decisions. Remembering the blonde nurse at the reception desk had his dick stirring again, and he smiled, wondering if she'd be game for another round. "But not until you've donated the best stuff you have left!" he reminded himself as he turned off and parked in front of the building, erect and ready to work.

Monday Mid-Day (July 10)

"We need to hurry!" Dana said anxiously, dragging Miguel through the hallway by the hand. "My timer ran out ten minutes ago, I'm not safe!" Her Monday morning masturbation session, under the influence of an induced arousal, had been close to her intended interval, and had meant her morning class and commute were free from undue worry. Miguel had shown up a little late, however, and disappeared to the restroom before the lecture was over. She suspected he'd gone to get himself off, and was a little hurt that he apparently got more pleasure from his own hand than from her, but given his ability to get hard on a whim, she supposed it didn't matter much. As long as he was willing and able to assist her with her needs, she decided to ignore his other activities. He had proven hard to find, however, and Dana was about to panic and lock herself in a room when she finally spied him down the hall, further away than she'd have thought he needed to go for a bit of privacy.

"Where are we headed?" Miguel asked, sounding a little annoyed at having to jog down the hallway with her. She supposed he might not like the feeling of his cock and balls bouncing around, given how her breasts were jostling with no support or restraint, but a little discomfort was a small price to pay for avoiding another accidental orgy.

"There's a room on the third floor that's being renovated or repaired or something," Dana said, breathing a bit heavily from a mix of anxiety and exertion. "No one is working on it today, so it should be safe."

"Sounds very romantic," Miguel quipped, making Dana roll her eyes in exasperation. It hadn't been all that long since he had been the one pestering her for sex, so the irony wasn't lost on her, although she didn't think she'd ever been particularly demanding in that regard. She'd wanted him to go to at least

some

effort to seduce her, certainly, but wine and roses had never been an expectation, outside of special occasions, anyway.

"We're here!" Dana panted, opening the door and ducking under the tape that warned people away from the construction site. She spared a glance at the mess as she parted the plastic sheets that draped the passageway, presumably to trap dust or vapors from escaping the room when they were working on the walls and ceiling. All the furniture had been removed, but there were several counters and islands with sinks and various attachments that suggested the room was some kind of lab when in use, all of which were also draped in plastic. "Perfect," she said, and had to suppress a wan smile as Miguel's antlers got caught on the sheeting for a moment.

Once they were both inside, Dana locked the door and dropped her rather heavy bookbag in the corner farthest from it, rummaging inside and asking her boyfriend, "Please close the rest of the blinds!" Miguel grunted in acknowledgement and moved off to do as she asked, although the windows were also covered with translucent tarps. While the chances were low that anyone would see inside from the ground level outside, or from another building, she figured every layer of protection helped.

When Miguel was finished, Dana had spread a blanket on the ground, and spread her legs as she sprawled on the blanket, concentrating on having a one-hour episode, since that was all that seemed to be required to activate her contagious libido. She felt the heat rise within her, and her breathing, while still rapid, changed in character, becoming both deeper and more rhythmic. She smiled languidly as she watched the effect on her stag, whose nostrils dilated, followed quickly by his eyes doing the same, and his cock springing to readiness.

Beckoning wordlessly with one hand while parting her lower lips with the other, Dana sighed pleasurably at the feel of smooth skin beneath her fingers, wondering why she'd never experimented with such things before. Her musings were cut short when Miguel entered her, and she hissed with satisfaction as he quickly filled her. Their hips bucked together as they both tried to get his member as deep as it could go, and they grunted happily once that was accomplished, although his groans carried an obvious tone of disappointment at still being unable to quite bottom out thanks to his magically enlarged endowment. Nevertheless, both lovers still found much to enjoy as they coupled with increasingly frantic movements, racing to a pair of quick first climaxes.

Miguel pulled his still-rampant erection out of her depths, and Dana clenched her muscles, cooing in delight at the feeling of his hot seed being forced out and running down over her asshole, which flexed and winked at the sensation. Her boyfriend noticed, and gruffly said, "On your knees, bitch, I want to butt-fuck you." Easily aroused by such coarse language in her current state, not to mention the implied petplay reference, Dana growled and barked as she obeyed the command, wagging her ass invitingly. Miguel scooped up some of his jizz and jammed a finger into her back door somewhat roughly. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" he asked condescendingly, but she yipped in affirmation despite her slight discomfort.