The Labyrinth Hotel (14)

The next morning when Pascal woke, he stretched out with a big yawn, then lifted the covers. He gasped softly as he noticed Check had apparently had a wet dream, his belly button and the surrounding area still sticky with fresh mouse cum. It didn’t take long before the little guy was awake as well, and the two started their day. They began with a shower together, then Pascal put on his red shirt… which was shockingly clean… ordered breakfast and had a small chat, then the two said goodbye for now. Check didn’t seem bummed, he knew the dog would be back. And so, Pascal set out with the intention of finally exploring the hotel properly. The door closed behind him and yet again he was in a quiet hallway.

He let out a little sigh, thinking to himself. He was still a bit nervous about just randomly opening someone’s door, or perhaps there would be no one inside at all. He realized he’d only experienced his own room and Nugget’s up until now so he definitely had to force himself to choose something new, but where to start? The dalmatian strode bottomless through the hall, looking at each door and seeing the room numbers go up. He was suddenly aware of just how comfy the air was though. He stopped and thought, hotels were usually kinda cold. But looking down his doggy balls hung quite healthily between his legs. It felt freeing to be in public like this and feel them swinging as he walked. Perhaps he’d meet someone else wandering around, or maybe the hotel was simply too large for that to be common.

“One oh eight, one oh nine…” The dog was about halfway through the first hallway with a T-junction ahead of him. He felt like he couldn’t just go door to door, he needed to venture all the way to the end and then see what was around the corner before he could even think about picking a room. He padded forward, his sense of nervousness fading as his sense of adventure rose.

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Back in room 104 however…, Nugget had just been delivered a package. A box with a letter attached to it was on his bed waiting for him, he’d just gotten back from an adventure of his own.

“Now what’s this?” He cocked his head and tore the envelope open. Inside was a short letter.

“Pascal left this behind, we figured whoever may be there with him could have some fun with it. Make him howl!” It was signed ‘Icy and Cuda’ at the bottom. Nugget wasn’t used to getting mail, it wasn’t exactly easy to find the place, nor did they have any sort of postal service that he knew of. He may have worked there but the hotel was a mystery to him in many ways too.

He opened the box anyways and inside he found an adorable looking plushy, and it looked like Pascal!

“Oh wow!” His tail wagged as he picked it up, giving it a hug immediately. “Well aren’t you cute?” He looked back in the box to find this was all. He cocked his head again, his floppy ears swaying. “Fun? I’m not sure I…” Nugget cut himself off as he turned the plush over a couple times and noticed the hole. “OH! Wait, could this be...?”

The golden retriever had heard of voodoo plushies before, but had never experienced one for himself. At least that’s what he assumed this was. He sat down on the bed and thought to himself, then got an idea.

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Pascal found himself at a cross roads. He looked left, and the hallway spanned to an end where it took a right. And to his right was yet another T-Junction a bit further down. He had no idea how to choose, so he just shook his head and decided not to choose at all. Without any thought, he just started walking left. But now the room numbers began to make less sense. He’d counted up to 120 in the first hall, yet the first door on the right was 150.

“I might need to ask for a piece of paper and a peheeeenc-cil!” Pascal stammered out that last word as he felt his tailhole suddenly get very warm. He spread his legs a bit and looked back, grabbing one of his cheeks to spread it just to check if a sudden intruder had surprised him again, but no! He let out another gasp however as the warmth returned, but this time it was a bit more clear what it felt like. It was a tongue.

“There’s no way, it can’t reach that far, right?” Pascal’s mind immediately thought of his plushy, then he let out a little whine as the sensation happened again, and again, and again. Someone was licking the plush’s hole and it felt so warm and wet, he could actually feel the moisture left from the tongue.

“N-no, that’s not a kangaroo tongue, that’s a dog…” Pascal let go of his rear as the phantom tongue pressed up against his hole and pushed inside. He gasped and let out a moan, his pucker flexed and winked, enjoying this sudden attention. It was constant now as it pushed in and out of him only to lick at him each time it pulled back. Whoever had it was eager and enjoying themselves, Pascal knew he had a choice to make. Either duck into a room or… “Oooooh!” The dog’s back arched and he stood on his tip-toes as his pink ring was suddenly stretched open. He planted himself back down and leaned forward against a wall. He could feel himself gaping open back there as a pair of thumbs held him open, only for a warm fluid to begin dripping out of him. It was lube. The person on the other end may have had the plush upside down and was drizzling some in, but Pascal was upright and the effect was an odd one. Yeah, he felt the drizzle moving upwards into him, but he also felt some drip back out. He looked down to see it darken the carpet. “O-oh gosh, wh-what do I do?!”

His lipstick stuck out of his sheath as his insides were tickled by the warmth, his ring still held open. It suddenly tightened back up as the phantom grip vanished, and he was left leaning against a wall with lube dripping from his hole. He looked back and spread his cheeks again, the warmth feeling kinda nice.

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“Now then, let’s see just how snug you are!” Nugget said as he removed the bottle of lube from his maw. He’d just held the plush toy’s rear open as he used his teeth to ooze some of the liquid down into it. He let go of the ring and tossed the bottle up near the pillows. Nugget held the plushy on the edge of the bed as he bent his knees, and lined his tip up. It pressed forward and slipped into the soft fabric hole quite nicely. He was surprised that something without silicone could feel so smooth and soft. His hips bucked forward and drove his shaft in, and the dog’s tongue dropped out of his maw.

“Oh, that’s the stuff…”