Interspecies Orgy Fantasy Series Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-8”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… It was almost midnight, but my friend and I were huddled up on the couch instead of being out partying with the rest of our friends. So much for the legendary Friday night I had been promised. But I could not really blame her; one of her two large dogs (see “The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 6: Two Dogs” for full details) was spending the night at the vet’s and his overly depressed brother could not be left alone. She had tried that once before and he had wrecked the whole place, his mood fluctuating between utterly depressed and hyperactive. So we were forced to spend Friday evening hanging out with her depressed dog instead of partying. But I did not mind; I was never really a party girl. Plus, we had slipped into some quite revealing nighties and I found myself stealing glance after glance at my beautiful friend. Frank (the dog) was currently in “depressed” mode and had not moved for the past half hour. “That’s it!” suddenly said my friend as she jumped up and peered down at the large canine by her feet. “I’m not just going to sit here and watch you rot away. Time to play.” With that, she nudged him with her foot, but Frank remained unresponsive. Kneeling down, she grabbed hold of one of his legs and started shaking it. When that did not work either, she did the same to his tail and did not stop until he finally got annoyed enough to release a bark. “Finally,” she sighed, but kept on shaking his tail until the large canine decided to fight back. …and then things took a turn
