Heroic Howling Entertainment (Preview)

Suddenly, a huge draft and gust of air blew right in. The book was nearly blown out of his hands before he quickly clenched it. He held on as tight as he could, holding it to his face. The gust thankfully died down just as fast as it appeared.

That came out of nowhere. He sighed. Where did that come from? It was just-

“BwahahaHA! Good day, small citizen! I happen to be flyin’ over when I saw you down here by your lonesome~.”

Well… that can’t be good. Things were about to take a weird turn for sure and at times like these, it was best to get them over with. JD lowered the book.

JD was not alone anymore. There was an anthro dog and a VERY big one at that. He had white fur, semi-prick ears, and a sharp muzzle flashing the smuggest of smiles JD had ever seen. However, he was more than right to do so. The dog was an utter slab of prime beef.

Such an incredible sight. The dog was beyond buff with pecs the size of his head. He had thick legs, mega dense arms, and… that bulge. He had a godly, basketball size bulge stuffed into his red tights. Tights that did nothing to hide its shape.

That underwear looked familiar. JD recentered himself and tore his eyes off the girth. That dog with those red, elastic tights… he also had a yellow leather collar and red cape. And then, there was the collar’s dog tag that really drew his attention. It had the Superman logo!

“Wait a minute…” JD shook his head in disbelief. It couldn’t be. This beast? “You’re…”

“Krypto, small citizen!” The dog barked boastfully, flexing both of his arms and shoving out his chest. His biceps bulged incredibly (thank god he didn’t wear anything with sleeves!). “Just feast your eyes on my magnificent form~.”

With a sly wink, Krypto lifted his arms up and held them behind his head. He thrust out his chest, his pecs looking somehow even bigger than they already were. His pits were fully exposed, showing off how oddly full of thick, gray hair they were.

JD blushed away at the sight. Many thoughts filled his mind. The dog was something else. Were anthros even supposed to have armpit hair? Also, wasn’t Krypto supposed to be more… feral and typical dog-like instead of this brute? So many thoughts.

It was best to start asking some questions. JD cleared his throat, trying his best to compose himself. “Ahhhhh…” he stammered out, the dog watching intently as his tail wagged, “Soooo…. Umm, what are you do… do…”

Something smelled. It was hard to make it out being so faint, but JD could smell it in the air. So little, yet so raw and powerful. It made his mind foggy.

The book fell from his grasp as a hand went to his forehead, rubbing it. “Ah…” he gulped, “Things are… umm… what… what do you… you…”

“Hehe,” Krpyto chuckled, shaking his head, “Yes, yes! My presence is very awe-inspiring and invigorating~. Here, let me come over and help you.”