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Subject: {ASSM} Wishes Come True (Dog+/F, F/F, romance, fantasy, bestial rape)
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Date: Mon,  6 Sep 2004 17:10:06 -0400
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Story Codes: Dog+/F, F/F, romance, fantasy, bestial rape

Copyright 2004 by Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

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Wishes Come True
By Rachael

I stumbled into my apartment, carrying a bag of groceries in one arm,
my portfolio under my other arm, trying to hold my laptop case, my
backpack on my back, and juggling my keys. I was hot and tired and
exhausted. It was first semester midterms, in my first year of
college, and I was ready to quit school and join a convent. It had to
be better than putting up with all this crap! And I probably had a
better chance of finding a girlfriend. My social life was down to
zero! I thought college was supposed to be fun! Not...work!

The phone was ringing too. So I dropped everything. Because phones
rule our lives, don't you know! And ran...Hey, it could have been that
girl in my Anthropology class, asking me if I needed a study buddy for
the weekend. Lord knows I'd flashed her enough. I'd done everything
but take an ad out in the campus newspaper. But that's what you do
when you're a 19 year old lesbian still in the closet. Well, not
totally, I promised myself that after the tests I'd have to chat her
up. The worst that could happen was she'd laugh in my face, tell
everyone I was gay, and make me feel so foolish that I'd quit school
and join a convent.

Why did all of my thought processes go there? I shook my head and
picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Rachael?" It was a woman's voice, an older woman though,
like...Grandma older.

"Yes, I am."

"Oh, hi Dearie. I'm just calling to let you know that your wish has
been approved and it should be coming true in a week or two."

"What?" I stared at the phone.

"The wish you made for your 11th birthday? I've been so back-logged,
you wouldn't believe!" The old woman sighed. "I couldn't do anything
about the one you made on your tenth birthday, I'm afraid...or your
ninth, we just don't do things like that to other people." She was
tsk-tsk-tsking me! "Even the boys who stole your lunchbox. But the one
you made last year and um...oh! The last 3 years in a row, I should
say..." She gave a little chortle. "I've taken care of that too, since
they were all the same."

I had no idea what she was talking about! "Is this a joke? Who is
this?"

"Oh no, Rachael. I'm your Faerie Godmother." She sounded kind, and
then she got serious. "I don't make jokes."

"I see..." I rolled my eyes. "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye!"

Somebody, somewhere, had a very silly sense of humor, I thought. How
would you get an old woman to play a joke like that, I wondered. And
who would do it anyway? It was probably a frat thing. Like the time
they'd stolen all of my underwear and left a note saying if I wanted
it back I would have to come by the Kappa Beta house at midnight.
`Bring Jell-O' the note had said. Assholes.

And how could anyone know I'd made the same wish for my 17, 18, and
19th birthdays? That was ridiculous! Just a lucky guess, I was
certain. But it did make me just a little nervous...someone might have
read my diary. I moved it to a different hiding place just to be safe,
and no...I'm not telling you where!

I fell asleep that night trying to remember what I'd wished for on my
11th birthday. Not because I believed that weird phone call or
anything, but mostly just because I had no idea what it had been. I
couldn't remember though and over the next few hectic days I
completely forgot about it.

And then, one day, something very strange happened. I was supposed to
be getting my period. I'm not super regular, it comes a day late or a
day early once in awhile, but generally I'm on a 27 day cycle. I just
count them off on my calendar and there it is. But this time it was
different. Oh, it was on time, sure...but it wasn't a normal menses at
all. There was some sort of creamy discharge, slightly reddish maybe,
pinkish, and thin. Not a lot mind you, just enough to worry me a bit,
as I'm sure it would worry anyone.

I was also very warm, feverish in fact, but it wasn't bad. I just
felt...warm. All over, but especially down there. When I explored my
sex, a little nervously, I was shocked at how warm I really was
inside. And wet too, much wetter than the small discharge I'd observed
might cause. There were no cramps though, no headaches of any sort. I
felt incredibly horny, but that in itself wasn't so unusual. I tended
to get a little more excitable during my period, even though that
seemed like the worst time to want it.

And the smell! I'm a very clean person. I love my baths, I like
showers, I like being clean. Almost fastidious, you might say, but not
like psychotic or neurotic or anything. Anyway, I could smell myself
and it was different as well, not the normal girl smell that getting
my period caused. This was much more...musky. Animalistic, primitive
almost. I can't explain it, except to say it didn't really smell like
anything I was familiar with. Not food, certainly, not any person I'd
been around, not a plant...No, it was something else. Rich and heady,
and it made me dizzy when I'd rubbed my sex and held my tainted
fingers to my nose.

It also made me self-conscious and I washed myself thoroughly, using
my specially formulated hygienic feminine spray, praying that those
Procter and Gamble guys knew what they were talking about, because I
had a test that afternoon! I taped a pad in my panties and I thought
about seeing a doctor, but I hadn't even been with anyone who might
have given me anything. Could too much masturbation do this? And that
led me to ponder what constituted too much masturbation in the first
place. I mean, I masturbated sometimes, sure, but not compulsively. A
couple times a week, late at night, or in my bath, just relieving some
stress, you know. I remembered what Sister Caroline had said once,
when she caught me without panties in the third grade...Could this
really be the long promised result of my unfortunate behavior? Was I a
whore?

I slapped myself and made goo-goo eyes in the mirror. I was being
stupid now. I'd give it a day, maybe two and if things didn't go back
to normal I'd see my gyno. I was going to be so glad when midterms
were over!

But there was other weird stuff going on that day. Buster is a big
German shepherd that I pass every day on my way to school. Mostly he
just sits up on his porch and sleeps, sometimes he'll come down too,
but he doesn't bark or anything. He's super friendly and just wags his
tail while I scratch him behind the ears.

That afternoon though, I was walking by as usual and he sat up, sort
of sniffing the air. Then he started going crazy! He ran up to me, not
mean or anything, but not real friendly either. He started trying to
sniff under my clothing, putting his big head under my skirt and I was
pushing him away, but Buster didn't care. He danced around and even
barked a little, and then he'd do it again. The more I pushed at him
and turned away, the more excited he became until he was barking
loudly and even trying to hug me. He jumped up on his hind legs and
almost knocked me over!

And then I got the scare of my life when I saw his penis for the first
time. It was getting longer and hanging down a little, all red and
dripping. I didn't know what that meant. Maybe he was sick or
something. I started yelling at him and just then Ms. Pearson, who I
knew only vaguely, came out and saw Buster and what he was doing. She
ran over pretty quick and grabbed the big dog by his collar, pulling
him back and trying to settle him down. She got him in the house and I
heard the door slam. Ms. Pearson was saying something, but I'd already
started running towards my school.

I ran away not just because of how Buster was behaving, but also
because it made me feel strange. Like there was a part of me that sort
of liked what Buster had been doing. I thought he smelled...different
that morning. Like almost sweet, but it wasn't. And when he'd been
close to me, so I could feel his fur on my skin, my stomach got
tighter and even lower, down in my sex, I could feel
something...different. Like that part of me didn't mind him at all!

I've never been attracted to the male sex of any species, not even my
own. It unnerved me slightly and I rubbed my forehead, feeling myself
so hot now that I wondered if I'd contracted malaria or something. I
was breathless and my heart pounding, but not entirely because of my
haste to get away from Buster. There was something going on and I
didn't know what. I couldn't go to class, I decided. I needed to get
home, to lie down, and to call my doctor. But I wasn't going past
Buster's house again, no way. I took a different route, the proverbial
long way.

And that was even worse! Because there was another dog, a different
dog that I'd never seen before and it was big. He was peeing on a tree
when I came around the corner and saw him and he noticed me right away
as well. Like Buster he sniffed the air first, but he never took his
eyes off me. His ears flattened just a little and then lifted as he
ran right up to me, sticking his nose at my crotch and sniffing me. He
worked his big head under my skirt as I jumped backwards, trying to
push him away, and when I felt his cold wet nose on my panties I
started yelling at him too.

I was running before long, cutting through someone's back yard and
slapping at the dog as I went, but he just ran with me, barking and
jumping and attracting all kinds of attention until 2, 3 and then 4
more dogs joined in. All of them large and all of them male, sniffing
and barking and frightening me terribly! When they got the chance they
even tried to hug me, like they were tackling me or something and it
was hard just to keep my balance without falling. Tripping though was
something else entirely and I stumbled over a dog that must have been
part wolf from the shaggy look of him, landing on my hands and knees
on the grass.

The dogs wasted no time at all and I was so confused by it all. They
were barking and growling, but not at me, just at each other. I guess
to decide who was the toughest. I tried to get up but the first dog,
the biggest one who probably weighed twice as much as I did, was on my
back, hugging me with his paws. He was so big and heavy I couldn't
move at all, I could barely even scream as it seemed all the air was
knocked out of me. I could feel something hard and hot and wet
pressing against my bare thigh, working back and forth across my skin
and it wedged itself finally in the crack of my butt, pressing against
the thin cotton of my panties. The pad I wore had come loose and I
felt it slipping out.

For whatever reason, maybe to fight off another dog, the big animal
was suddenly off of me. I heard a lot of barking and growling and I
was scrambling on my hands and knees to get clear of that little pack.
I felt another dog nosing me and he caught my pad in his teeth,
ripping it free completely and he jumped back with it, chewing and
dropping it before picking it up again. Another dog tried to take it
but then my attention was caught by some other animal, nosing my butt
and licking at me, grabbing my panties in his teeth until they too
ripped, but did not come completely free.

I almost got to my feet when the biggest dog returned, jumping back on
top of me and stabbing once more between my legs with his penis. He
didn't really have to hug me, he was tall enough so he could stand on
all fours, but he did it anyway, probably because he knew I was trying
to crawl away. I was screaming too, but I didn't know this street or
any of the people there. Everyone would be in school already, or at
work. Besides, I was in someone's back yard, not really close to
anything or anyone. I couldn't even see another house through the
hedges, or the road. I didn't hear anyone coming to help me and my
eyes filled with hot tears as the dog's cock finally found what he'd
been looking for. All the air got knocked out of my lungs with a
painful whoosh when something pushed into my sex, seemingly ripping me
apart down there and pushing all the way into my tummy.

I couldn't scream if I wanted to after that, nor was I getting away.
It felt like someone had shoved a red hot baseball bat into my
virginal pussy and I shuddered uncontrollably as the dog pumped me
rapidly, moving it in and out with long, but incredibly fast strokes.
I'd never in my life imagined anything could feel like that and
strange as it sounds, the pain started going away almost as fast as it
had arrived! My body just seemed to give into it, to accept it. The
heat I'd been feeling all morning since I'd awoke just exploded and I
literally saw stars dancing in front of my eyes. Some part of me knew
I was being raped, being raped by a huge dog, but the rest of me, the
rest of my body only knew that this was what I needed all along. It
was why I felt the way I did.

The dog's cock had to have been huge, even though I never really got a
proper look at it. While I was 19 years old, and pretty much as big as
I'll ever be, I'm just 5'2" tall and barely a hundred pounds, while
this dog, this Great Dane or whatever, was nearly that tall at just
standing there and probably weighed a hundred fifty pounds at least.
His head was next to mine and I could feel his hot breath, smell his
maleness, if you can believe that, his desire for me, and it made me
struggle to push back against him. To get him as far inside me as
possible. There was some instinct at work within me, some primal need
to mate with the beast and take his sperm inside me. I was cumming,
even though I had no idea why, it was rushing through me like a
hurricane, erasing any semblance of humanity that I possessed. I was
fucking like a dog, on my hands and knees, on the grass, taking it and
begging for more.

And that huge animal gave it to me. The bulge of muscle at the base of
his penis pressed ever insistently against my pussy. It banged
relentlessly for entrance and the sensation on my burning clitoris was
driving me insane. When it suddenly popped inside me, stuffing me with
a fresh and dizzying sensation of painful pleasure, I collapsed
breathless and shaking like a leaf. The big dog whined, his deep voice
guttural and passionate with animal lust. I sensed, more than felt,
his cock swelling and spasming inside the tight confines of my cunt,
erupting as his doggy seed flooded my burning womb. He came and came
and came until I thought my belly would pop from the internal
pressures of being filled with so much sperm.

He stopped moving and it took a long time before I could summon the
energy to lift my head and look at him. He was standing over me,
patiently looking around, with his cock still hard and stuffed in my
pussy, that central part of me that had never known a man. The knot
had grown so big that it couldn't get back out again and every little
movement was very uncomfortable now, so I just lay there with him.
When he was finally able to pull out I breathed a sigh of relief. He
came free with a bit of a stretch, almost painful in a way, and a
flood of juices poured down my thighs. But he was free of me at least.
I started to get up when I got another surprise.

A new dog took his place, this one not so large, but no less eager to
mate with me. I'd given up fighting and I'd forgotten that there were
at least five dogs there. But my pussy was buzzing, it was still hot
and humming and now the emptiness felt terrible. I didn't resist the
dog's long hard cock as it pushed easily inside me, churning all the
dog sperm and sex juices inside me. I just lay there, feeling good all
over, occasionally moaning, sometimes whimpering, or crying out when
he'd touch me someplace extra sensitive. I think I came a hundred
times that day as every one of those dogs took me. Maybe a thousand,
or a million, it doesn't matter. It was all just one big long orgasm
and by the time the last dog had finished I was exhausted.

Dog sperm was literally pooled on the grass between my legs. My thighs
were covered with our juices, completely soaked as if I'd taken a bath
in it. My panties were shredded, my skirt torn and wet as well,
stained by our mating. My blouse was ripped and I had scratches along
my ribs from some of the smaller dogs who had tried to hold me tightly
as we fucked. My eyes were puffy and my nose was running. I had
bruised lips from unknowingly biting them and my hair was a tangle,
wet with perspiration and dog saliva. The dogs looked much the same
and I got the impression as they wandered around me that they weren't
done yet. But I was. I had to be. I'd been fucking dogs for at least
two hours.

I managed to get to my feet, stumbling and sort of half running. I
went between houses and found myself close to Ms. Pearson's house,
still being trailed by those five dogs that had mated with me already.
I knew she was home at least, Buster or no Buster, so I ran to her
porch, not bothering with knocking and opened the door, slipping
inside and slamming it behind me. Buster came running into the room
first, barking and then jumping around me wildly while I tried weakly
to defend myself. Ms. Pearson arrived a moment later, pausing as she
stared at me in shock, and then grabbing Buster's collar for the
second time that morning and dragging him into another room.

Ms. Pearson got me into the bathroom, undressing me and getting me
into a hot bath as I did my best to tell her what had happened. It
probably made very little sense, telling the woman that I'd been
attacked and raped by five dogs, but the evidence was unmistakable.
She washed me gently, trying to soothe me as best she could and
eventually I think I calmed enough that I could at least try to relax.
But it was difficult, my heart was still pounding and I felt sore all
over, especially between my legs. When Ms. Pearson washed me there,
using just her fingers to gently probe my vagina, it hurt a little,
but gradually that went away and even started feeling good.

As my senses slowly returned I felt myself more than a little
embarrassed. I'd burst into this woman's home, a woman I barely knew,
and now she was bathing me. She was attractive, perhaps 30 years old,
with soft hazel eyes, a delicate, smiling mouth and short brown hair.
Her kindness in caring for me had resulted in she herself getting more
than a little wet. The long t-shirt she wore was damp and clung to her
body, seductively. I couldn't help looking at her large firm breasts,
the dark outline of her nipples plainly visible. I swallowed
nervously, feeling my cuntal muscles contracting around her fingers
and I gave a soft gasp, realizing that she was no longer merely
washing me.

"How are you feeling, Rachael?" She asked me and I struggled to keep
my voice steady, afraid to look into her eyes.

"You know who I am?" That really surprised me. 

The only reason I knew her name at all was that I'd asked one of her
neighbors once who owned the big friendly dog I saw every day. All the
guy had said was her name, Ms. Pearson. I'd seen her, on occasion, but
only distantly. I'd even thought about her, once or twice in a less
than innocent way, but generally my fantasies focused on more
immediate prospects - The girls I saw every day in my classes.

"I watch you on your way to school." She smiled and ran a fingertip up
from my sex and across my taut tummy. "Almost every day. I just never
had the nerve to..." it was her turn to blush slightly, "...to do this."

She sat back, using her wet hands to remove her t-shirt as I stared,
pulling it over her head and exposing herself to me. She stood up,
wearing only small white panties, and she removed those as well,
stepping into the tub carefully, allowing us to arrange our legs and
bodies so we could face each other in the hot bubbly water. Her toes
slid around my waist, her legs over mine as I did the same, hugging
her slightly with my feet. It was nice and strange and totally
unexpected

"How did you know I'm a..." My voice faltered.

"A lesbian?" She shrugged and leaned forward, cupping my breasts in
her hands and massaging them. "I didn't, I could only hope."

I moved my hands slowly to touch her, to do to her what she was doing
to me. I rubbed her hard nipples with my thumbs, slowly and gently,
just exploring her body and yielding to her similar efforts.

"What is your name?" I whispered as she leaned forward finally,
bringing her hand to the back of my neck and pulling at me, bringing
my lips to hers.

"Emily." She sighed and I felt the tip of her delicate sweet tongue in
my mouth.

We didn't have sex, not proper sex. The hard, sweaty grinding sort
that I'd always dreamt of, but something better. We made love in that
bathtub. Kissing and touching, moving around sometimes to press
ourselves against each other in new and wonderful ways. It was slow
and deliberate and left both of us barely satisfied in that cooling
water.

We rose from it slowly and dried each other off, between kisses and
caresses. Emily took me by the hand, leading me to her bedroom and
putting me on her bed. I took her in my arms, spreading my legs and
finding her soft sex pressing to mine, rocking gently, working our
clits together, our plump lips sliding and tugging for sweet purchase
as she rode me.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked her and Emily smiled.

We fucked hard that glorious afternoon, doing all the things we wanted
to. I felt her mouth on my cunt, her teeth and lips devouring me like
an animal might. I did the same, stiffening my tongue so that I might
push inside her, feeling the walls of Emily's sex squeezing at me as
she came. I drank her, and fingered the woman hard, working her body
into a jerking marionette. I played upon her nerves as if they were
strings, kissing her as she danced for me. At other times I writhed
with the agony of pleasure, every fiber of my being manipulated and
twisted into a confusion of the senses. She owned me, utterly and I
took her as only a woman can understand.

When we found ourselves at last, weak and giggling children to our
desires, we kissed and touched but only carefully. Breast to breast
and hip to hip, infatuated and lost in our newfound world.

"I love you." She told me and I wept, echoing her words over and over.

"I have longed for this, for you..." I told her. "I wished a thousand
times to find the person I was meant to be with."

"Do not leave me." She stared into my eyes and I shook my head.

"Never."

And then it occurred to me. My wishes, for my birthdays. They had been
to find my true love. Now here it was, in my arms. A woman with whom I
knew, completely and unmistakably in heart, I knew she was the one.

I realized something else as another thought, another memory returned,
and I sat up with a sudden start.

"What is it?" Emily looked up at me, her face filled with concern.

I told her the story of my phone call. Of that strange prank I'd
almost forgotten. How she'd told me that my birthday wishes had been
granted. I kissed my pretty Emily as I told how I'd wished for her
these past years and she smiled at me, happy that I'd done so.

"But...What did you wish for on your 11th birthday?"

I lay back down next to her, needing to be held as I told her my
story.

"When I was ten, my next door neighbors had a dog. A Cocker Spaniel
named Pepsi. She'd had puppies a month before my birthday and I wanted
one so badly. I begged my parents to let me have one of them, but my
dad wasn't a dog person. Not an animal person at all and he refused.
He'd get me anything else but a puppy, he said. Roller skates, a new
bike, whatever I wanted."

"But not what you really wanted." Emily sighed, because we all have
stories like that.

"Yeah." I nodded. "So when my birthday came and we had a party and it
was time to blow out the candles on my cake..." I giggled, just a
little. "I wished that I could have puppies."

"You wished you could have a puppy?" Emily smiled, "What's wrong with
that?"

"No." I kissed Emily's nose and turned to my side, facing her so my
itching nipples would rub across hers. "I remember it exactly now. 'I
wish I could have puppies.' That was my wish."

"I don't understand, what's wrong?" Emily searched my face with her
soft eyes.

I put her hand low on my tummy, covering it with my own. I was in
heat. I could feel it, I thought. I could sense what was happening
inside me as clearly as I sensed the love Emily and I shared. Wishes
are powerful things when they come true.

"I think I'm pregnant."

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end
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