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Dare Two
Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm Story
Codes: F/Dog+, M+/F, Bestiality, Fantasy, Ds, Romance
READ "DARE" BEFORE READING THIS STORY ...This is a continuation of
"Dare" which may be found on the 2006 page of my ASSTR web site. Thank
you for reading.

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Dare Two
by Rachael

Prologue


The dream woke me up, jerking me upright on the old mattress and heavy
quilts and blankets which made my bed. I was wide-eyed and aware of an
ache in my chest. It took me a moment to realize I was holding my
breath and I had to fight to let it out and draw fresh cool air into
my lungs. I coughed and closed my eyes and beside me I could feel one
of my brothers stirring sleepily, lifting his great head and sniffing
the air.

I felt his tongue on me. Bush. Licking at my hip, telling me to go
back to sleep. He could sense my fear, but find no cause for it, and
this was not the first time I'd had a bad dream. I sat there, pulling
my knees to my breasts and hugging myself in the dark; all of my
senses awake now. I could hear the spring night outside our room. The
breeze through the barnyard and the trees beyond. The scratching of
tiny claws in the rafters above us; a mouse repairing its nest. The
sound of my three brothers, Bandy, Barley, and Bush sleeping around
me.

I could smell them, rich and musky, and myself as well, ripe after
coupling with Bandy just a few hours before. I was still full of him,
although I'd been leaking steadily and my thighs were damp with our
combined juices. I could taste him on my lips and tongue; the remains
of the dog's semen in my mouth as I'd cleaned him afterwards, while
our brothers had watched from their pallet. It was a normal night and
I could not say what month or day it was. I had no knowledge of such
things as they were useless to me.

The days were growing warmer and longer, but it wasn't yet summer. I'd
been there two years, perhaps, or longer. I couldn't remember the
month when I'd arrived, was it April? Was it another April again so
soon? It seemed I'd only just arrived, or that I'd been there forever,
I felt both all at once and all the time. I put it out of my mind and
moved off our bed slowly, carefully as I wished to go outside and pee.
I might have used the small drain in our tiled bath area, but I rarely
did that anymore. I was a dog, a bitch, and so I wanted to go outside.

I wanted to see if he was there. Urinating was my excuse and as I
crossed the cool gravel towards the horse paddock, and then the
unkempt fields beyond, I gave up all pretenses. My brothers did not
follow. I could see well enough in the dark, moving by the light of a
half-moon and a million distant stars. I sniffed the air and felt my
certain way with bare calloused feet. I'd been a girl once, but no
more. I was Onijwa, a person with the spirit of an animal inside her.
I was a dog, a wolf, and I'd been mated during my Awakening with
another and he was out there now, waiting for me.

He was close. I couldn't see him or smell him, but I could sense him.

I ran with my thick black hair billowing behind me. My small body,
lean and hard, worked perfectly. I was strong and healthy, with soft
doe eyes and caramel skin rippling as the muscles worked beneath. My
small breasts, pierced through my dark nipples with delicate bone
rings, barely moved as I darted quickly and quietly across the open
ground. I was naked and most comfortable that way. It had been too
long for me to remember since the last time I'd worn clothing of any
sort, since I'd been ill with pneumonia and near death. That had been
two winters ago and I was long since recovered. I ran swiftly for ten
minutes, leaving the farm behind me as I entered the safety of the
forest proper.

I'd moved downwind and now I moved across it, seeking his scent on the
air. It was a game we played, a lover's pleasure as only another wolf
would understand it. The hunt was our foreplay, and my heart was
beating fast and I was breathless, but only with excitement, the
exertion was nothing for me. I tilted my head, hearing a faint
rustling to my left, downwind, and so I stopped, frozen in place,
crouching as a shadow in those black woods. He was there and I caught
the golden glint of his narrow eyes regarding me silently.

I hadn't run far enough or fast enough, and the beast was stalking me.
He had the advantage and my body reeked of my earlier sex and the bed
where I'd lain. I was easy to find and easy to follow and with that
realization I laughed, which was a sound I found annoying for it was
uniquely mine, and a reminder that I was still human in some small
ways. My brothers enjoyed it, however, and they would tease me with
their tongues to hear me giggle. Human laughter is a delight to a
dog's ears, like a baby's smile, or a mother's touch, it has a
presence all its own.

I laughed and I ran, past the place where my mate and I had first
fought, where I'd taken him and in my victory given myself to him
completely. I leapt across the stream there, fat and quick now with
the spring thaw, and cold as I splashed through the opposite bank and
up the short ravine. I'd made a den, a place for us beneath the heavy
boughs of a large fir tree, and the ground beneath it was soft with
moss and thin dry grass. It smelled of pine tar and earth and I'd
gathered dried leaves the previous autumn and made a bed for us,
lining it with hair, my own and his. It wasn't a proper den, but it
was warm and sheltered and it had served us well through the winter.

He approached cautiously, and his footsteps were slow and light and I
lay on my side, stretched out and smiling as he circled the tree. I
offered him a sharp bark of happy impatience and my body was tingling
for I was in love with him. With a deep throated growl his head
appeared finally, pushing through the pine branches and he bared his
teeth, staring at me until I lowered my eyes submissively. He took in
the scent of my well used sex first, pressing his snout between my
legs, forcing my thighs apart to his inspection, and jerked away as he
smelled the dog sperm inside me like a deep stain.

I reached for him slowly, clutching at his thick fur which was
thinning with the spring. He was dark, black and silver, and large.
He'd been feeding well again and I was glad. I'd brought him food on
occasion, when I was able to catch a wild hare, which were plentiful,
or the one time I'd come across a goat, lost apparently and wandering
alone. I'd killed for him and at other times we'd hunted together,
although only briefly.

My Master had named him 'Chance' after he'd become aware of the wolf's
occasional presence. It is peculiar to humans that they must name
everything. To me he was 'Mate' and we had our own sounds for that
word; a soft pleasant growl from deep in the belly when we were close,
and a long warbling howl when we were apart. The wolf was wary, of
course, and careful to avoid my brothers, but he couldn't resist his
instinctive need to be near me. Wolves mate for life and he'd left his
pack to remain where I could meet him, sneaking into the night as my
own instincts were loosed by his calling.

Above us, in the hills and mountain slopes surrounding the reservation
upon which my Master's home was built, the pack was birthing their
offspring now. I could hear their songs echoing at night and it was an
emptiness inside me which would never be filled, I knew. If it
confused my mate, why he'd given me no pups to nurse with swollen milk-
filled breasts, he gave me no sign of it. Perhaps there was some
understanding within him, I couldn't know. The language of animals
doesn't extend so far and it was a sadness inside me, but I was
comforted by his continued attention and I lavished myself upon him
when we were together.

We didn't mate immediately, but rather the wolf laid beside me,
pressing his coarse back against my belly with his handsome head
upright, mouth open with his long red tongue lolling between his sharp
teeth. I spent some time grooming him with my human hands. At times I
imagined them as a handicap, in fact my whole body was ill-suited to
what I truly was, but I couldn't deny their usefulness. I pulled burrs
from his coat and combed my fingers through his fur, feeling for ticks
and digging them out of his soft skin. I often did the same for my
brothers and it was a slow, pleasurable task and I enjoyed the
intimacy of it.

After some time, in the last dark hour of the night I slipped my hand
down his heavy chest and soft belly, to the place where his hair was
soft like silk, and I found my mate's cock, firm and resting within
its sheath. I buried my face in his neck, stroking him slowly as I
growled my desire. He turned his head, licking at my neck and
shoulder, pushing his snout into my hair which was long and loose. His
breath was hot in my ear and I felt the odd-shaped tip of his penis
slipping out, the tapering head already growing moist with precum, and
my own arousal surrounded us in our refuge. The musky odor of desire
radiated from my pores and he didn't protest as I moved slowly,
crawling over him, splitting my legs wide so I could mark his body
with the moist scent of my passion, dragging my sex along his fur as I
made to exit the den.

There wasn't enough room within and so I waited for my mate without,
on my hands and knees, calling him with a high pitched howl,
announcing my readiness to any who could hear and understand. Another
wolf, probably young and in his first season as an adult, heard me and
answered from some distance. It was a tease and drew the wolf out of
our den quickly, as I knew it would.

I was telling him that I would couple with the first male who would
claim me and it was a common sound in the early spring, females using
it to spur their mates into action. It would occasion a fight if
another male heeded her call too willingly, but only rarely and that's
the wrong word. Contest is better, and the female's mate was
invariably the victor in such events, for her attentions were ever
meant for her mate alone, and the newcomer would know that. The female
would be punished for her temerity, of course, since she'd challenged
her lover to prove himself.

So it was that my mate took me quickly, leaping upon my back with his
chest high and head low, and wrapping his powerful forelimbs around my
waist so that I was forced to bear his considerable weight. His teeth
went to my shoulder as I gasped, nipping my soft flesh sharply and
drawing blood, while his prick slipped free of its sheath completely
and he stabbed at my sex, searching for the entrance to my womb. I
moved myself awkwardly in an effort to help him and then I felt him
suddenly, the length of his cock splitting my labia and thrusting
fully inside my pussy all at once. I growled with the pain of it, but
the pleasure followed immediately as he began to fuck me with urgent
strokes.

I turned my head as he held his bony chin against my collar and I
licked at the wolf's jaw, running the tip of my tongue across his
sharp teeth. I was submissive to him when he took me, as I'd been
since the first time we'd mated at the gathering place called Table
Rock. That was where my spirit had been awakened and welcomed by the
Native Americans who understood such things. I was a part of the tribe
now, although I could only dimly appreciate that.

The wolf scratched my sides painfully as he fought for leverage and I
had numerous scars already from tooth and claw, some old and faded
white upon my skin, others fresh and pink and barely healed. Now I
would have new ones and I wore them proudly, much as I wore the tattoo
around my belly button and the piercings in my nipples, and the one
lower, the bone ring through my pubis. My Master had given me those,
and like the scars on my sides and shoulders, they were an indelible
part of me now. I couldn't remember a time when I didn't have them,
nor would I want to.

I lowered my head finally, both of us panting as we rutted hard
beneath the sky as it began to grey in the east. His cock was large
and hot, splitting my sex easily now, reaching into the depths of my
pussy and I was long used to such things. I stretched around him
eagerly and the soft muscles of my cuntal walls clasped to hold the
animal tight, quivering with the useless effort as he withdrew time
after time, plumbing my sex rapidly until the knot of muscle growing
at the base of his cock demanded its proper place within me.

The knot was large, but not fully ripened, and with a satisfied
barking howl the wolf gave a final hard thrust to force the bulbous
knot into the mouth of my cunt. It grew quickly then as my mate began
the quick short thrusting which would bring his final release. I was
stretched now, and very full as the muscle trapped inside me grew even
further. It blocked my sex completely, damming inside our juices, and
the knowledge that we were locked tightly together brought me to
orgasm as surely as the physical sensations that were quickly
overwhelming me.

I clawed at the soft ground beneath me and strained to move myself
against him, bearing my lover's weight breathlessly, and desperate to
feel his seed jetting into my womb. My heart was a hammer in my chest
and my nipples burned ice cold with pleasure. My pussy was spasming as
I had one climax after another, milking the wolf's impossibly hard
cock for his living sperm. We were breeding and I should have been in
season long before, as winter ended, and I had been, but only in my
heart. In my spirit. It was a torturous knowledge and mercifully it
was momentarily lost as I felt my mate cumming, his cock seeming to
swell larger for a brief second before ejaculating his hot sperm
against the pillow of my cervix, spraying inside me to penetrate that
curious bottleneck and find my womb just beyond.

It brought yet another orgasm of my own, the fourth perhaps, or fifth,
and the best of them all as I was joining my mate's rapturous release.
Our juices mingling inside me, seeping into the soft recesses of my
body, bathing my lover's still hard cock as he continued to leak sperm
for the many long minutes it would require before the knot would begin
to shrink enough to slip from my sex. I always came with him, and with
my brothers as well, but most especially with my mate. It was the one
time, in those few seconds, that I could truly forget I was only a
girl.

We were vulnerable then, after our sex when we were locked together
with his cock trapped in my pussy. The wolf moved with surprising
ease, turning on his hinged penis so that he could face the opposite
direction, guarding us while we waited for his sperm to do its work in
my womb. He would bring his head down occasionally, to sniff and lap
at our union, perhaps pulling at me to test the strength of our
physical bond. I would growl at him then, feeling lazy and happy, with
my head down on my folded arms, keeping my ass high and watching as
the sky grew light around us.

The sun rose late, but always quickly as it came over the mountains
east of us. It was a clear sky and an especially bright star caught my
eye, or perhaps a planet? Probably a planet, I thought, maybe Venus,
although I'd hardly been much of a girl for knowing such things.
School had confused me, the way most of my previous life had. I'd
never understood people very well, or the civilized world. I'd been
easily bewildered and na�ve, and most people who'd known me had
thought me somewhat simple, to put it nicely. That I'd been found by
the one person in the whole world who could care for me and give me
what I required was more than just luck. It was proof of something
greater than us. Fate or destiny or God. Whatever it was, it was there
and I was grateful.

My Master had taken me in and set me free, although he'd had little
idea himself of what he was doing. That was the great irony. How he'd
merely sought a girl to entertain him with his dogs, a girl who would
pretend to be a dog. I was a dog pretending to be human and I'd
resisted at first, but only because I was by nature afraid of change
and fearful of risk. That I'd accepted it finally and without coercion
had led, perhaps, to the wonderfully clever name my Master had settled
upon for me. Before he'd found me it would have seemed a joke, but no
longer and I fingered my well worn collar, the supple black leather
around my throat, and the three heart shaped tags hanging from it.

One of them, the metal tag nearest the front, said "Dare."

The morning was golden as I crouched by the stream, washing myself
thoroughly after my toilet. The wolf had left me, after we'd groomed
each other briefly and made our goodbyes. He would return to the
hills, shadowing his old pack and perhaps joining them for a hunt as
they ranged higher to take the wild sheep, and lower to find deer and
rabbits. He wasn't an outcast except by choice, when he left the pack
to find me. I gathered some wild radish leaves, putting them in my
mouth and chewing them into a soft pulp.

They were bitter, but good for cuts and wounds, and I pinched the pulp
between my fingers, squeezing the juice onto my shoulder where my mate
had bitten me, and then rubbing the moist leaves against my wound
gently. I did the same with the claw marks on my waist, although they
weren't so deep. It stung a little and stopped the bleeding quickly,
staining my brown skin with a dull greenish tint. My Master would
frown when he saw me, I knew that, and I'd be meek and yielding to his
anger, but it would pass quickly. He didn't understand completely, but
he wanted to.

The Indian medicine man, White Cloud, who was very old and wise, he
understood me completely, or as well as a man could. He would visit
sometimes and look at me, touch me with his gnarled hands and bony
fingers. He'd promised sanctuary for my mate, even though some of the
Indians raised lambs and occasionally lost one to the wolf. White
Cloud understood that it was in the wolf's nature to be a predator,
just as a lamb must be prey. Losing a few small sheep was akin to a
sacrifice to the nature spirits of both animals, or so he'd tried to
explain to my Master. White Cloud knew better than to try and explain
anything to me and it pleased me greatly when the old man was near.

Another man would come as well, the large Indian named Joe, and he was
my Master's friend. He was large with a cheerful round face and ready
smile to go with his great belly and huge, gentle hands. He would come
and sit with my Master, drinking beer and talking in the evenings, and
occasionally making use of me for his own pleasure and his friend's.

My Master enjoyed seeing me suck the Indian's cock, which was a very
large one, and the man would even fuck me once in awhile. My brothers
hadn't liked that at first and they'd guarded my sex jealously for
many months, but eventually they'd grown accustomed to the man well
enough to let him mate with me. They watched him closely even so and
after the Indian pulled out, spending his orgasm on my back usually,
one of the dogs would mount me immediately, reclaiming me as their
own.

The doctor would come as well, and he was a man I didn't like. Not for
any specific reason, except that he didn't understand me at all and
accepted me only reluctantly. My brothers disliked him as well,
especially the antiseptic smell of his skin and clothing, which was
unnatural and offensive to all of us. I understood the necessity
though, or more probably I understood my Master's caution and desire
to keep me safe. The body I'd been born into hadn't been intended for
the life I was living, but it had adapted well enough and even the old
doctor had to agree that I was in fine health physically. My mind, in
his opinion, was another matter entirely and he would query me
closely, asking if I was content and happy.

All I could do was look at him and smile then, but I was fearful that
there would come a time when that answer wouldn't be enough for the
doctor.

I heard my three brothers long before I could see them and as the
morning breeze shifted momentarily I caught their scent and it spurred
me to run through the forest towards them. They were on their morning
patrol, which was a great joy for all of us, especially on a beautiful
day such as this. I moved ahead of them, knowing too well their path,
and I crouched at the edge of a field overgrown with wild winter
wheat, ripe for harvest and wonderfully tall. It was perfect for
hiding in and I panted softly while I waited.

Bush was some distance off and he'd caught my scent so that he was
barking happily and bounding about in the tall grasses as if I might
be near him. Bandy, the largest of the three and our leader, paused to
lift his head high, his ears stiff and flicking in the wind as it came
from behind him. Barley was running ahead, charging through the grass
and eager to reach the tree line behind me.

I steadied myself, smelling and hearing him, but I could see nothing
except the wall of golden grain surrounding me and at the first sign
of their parting I gave a sharp bark of my own and sprang forward,
pushing with my legs so that I was completely in the air and on him
before the dog could brace himself for my attack. I crashed into his
muscular shoulder as he fought his own momentum, and then we were off
balance and falling, his head whipping around with those huge jaws
open. He was growling and scrambling with his paws for purchase as he
fell onto his left side.

I straddled him quickly, feeling one of his rear claws gouging deep
into my right calf before I could get my leg between both of Barley's,
pressing my knee into the soft spot just beneath his rib cage. My
other leg was stiff, behind the animal's back, giving me leverage as I
lay half upon him, and I had my left arm under his neck, my hand flat
with fingers spread as I pressed it against the side of his face, at
his cheek while my right arm covered his throat from above.

Barley was strong and whipping his head violently back and forth,
trying to catch my hand in his mouth while I tried to use my leg to
roll the animal over, but he was far too heavy for that, and it was a
fight I couldn't win. I wasn't able to control his head quickly enough
and he jerked free of my left hand, turning his face downward and
suddenly taking my arm in his mouth, high just below my shoulder and
it was painful, but he wasn't biting me hard. His teeth hardly broke
the skin and Barley just held me like that, growling softly as I
relaxed my body completely. The whole affair had lasted just a few
seconds, but time moved differently in a fight, even a friendly one
between brother and sister.

He let me go after a moment and I didn't move right away, but just lay
there; avoiding Barley's bright eyes as he stood above me quickly,
both of us breathing hard and his cock had grown with the excitement.
Sometimes I won, sometimes my brothers won, but it was always fun and
we loved it. Bandy and Bush had come running and they were barking,
dancing through the weeds happily and wanting me to play with them as
well. But I ignored them, moving instead to take my place as Barley's
bitch. He'd won and I submitted myself if he wanted me, if not, one of
the other two would take his place, I had little doubt of that.

He pressed his cold damp nose to my sex briefly, perhaps smelling the
wolf on me, but I'd washed myself well and in truth they'd grown
accustomed to that scent, although they neither understood nor
appreciated it. If my brothers found him, they would kill my mate, and
that was the driving force behind our caution. It wasn't men we
feared, it was my three brothers, and I couldn't do anything about it
except this. On the mornings after meeting my mate I would make it a
point to distract the dogs, playing games such as this and keeping
their interest solely in me so that I could ensure my lover's escape.

Barley was well distracted now and if his mind wasn't made up to take
me before, after smelling my freshly fucked and washed cunt he was
definitely in the mood to claim me. He mounted me easily and unlike
the wolf, Barley was happy to bear his own weight, which was
considerable, but I could do it when I needed to. I was much stronger
than I appeared, and of course it wasn't an unpleasant burden by any
means.

The dogs were all very large, over a hundred and fifty pounds each,
bred for size and power from a mastiff father and a mother with St.
Bernard and Great Dane bloodlines. They were mongrels to be sure, but
beautiful nonetheless, with brindle coats and white bellies. They had
some black around their handsome heads and gorgeous amber eyes.

As I knelt there Barley was able to straddle me easily, his soft
stomach sliding over my ass and lower back, his chest pressing up,
between my shoulders, and his cock grew quickly to its generous size.
It was long and thickest in the middle, big enough that my hand
couldn't encircle the shaft, and I reached behind me to guide the dog
inside my sex. He was surprisingly gentle, in fact they all were, and
while the dogs acted tough, even mean in front of strangers, the fact
was that they were all just oversized puppies. At least to my mind.
They were not even five years old yet, just young adults, and all they
wanted was to shed their abundant joyful energy.

Fucking was a really good way to do that.

"Dare."

My Master found us soon after Barley had entered me and it wasn't
often enough that came out with us on our morning jaunts. He was tall
and older, perhaps sixty years of age, although I'm rather bad at such
things. He was neither handsome nor ugly, but kind and loving and
wise. He was a father to us all and we loved him. He was our Master,
which is a word of infinite and simple meaning. Much like the word God
is for most people.

"Where did you run off to girl, huh?" He chided me gently and stroked
my face. "See your boyfriend?"

I moaned happily at his touch, while Barley ignored it. He wouldn't
tolerate one of his brothers coming so close without at least a
warning growl, but this was our Master, and so the dog merely
continued to fuck me. He arched his back and put more of his weight
upon me than he normally might, merely because we were outside and he
did want to finish quickly. His cock was stabbing me deep and hard,
the knot already inside me as I'd been well stretched previously and
that was making it really good for me. It slipped in and out a few
times, but finally it was too large and we were locked in our union.

My Master examined my shoulder; although he couldn't get a good look
at it because of Barley's oversized head panting next to mine. He saw
enough to know I'd been bitten and he'd assume I had scratches as
well, which he would fuss over later. He said nothing, but merely
watched us fuck for a few moments before calling Bandy and Bush to his
side, leaving Barley and I to finish our mating alone. We'd catch up
sometime later, depending on how long it would take for the knot to go
down.

I didn't orgasm until Barley did and it was a good one, like they all
are. The first few times I'd mated with my brothers they'd torn my
sex, as I'd been unused to their size and power. But right now was a
very long time after back then, and my pussy could take them easily
and as often as we liked, which was to say quite often. Between my
brothers and my mate, I was very active sexually, even promiscuous, if
a dog could be accused of such a thing. It amused my Master to no end
and he was proud of my sexual appetite and stamina, I think. He
certainly did nothing to discourage me and sometimes went out of his
way to ensure I was mated, whether I desired it or not.

That was the purpose of my pubic piercing, a bone ring which lanced my
flesh deeply where my pubis was swollen round with fat. He would chain
me to an eyebolt in the floor of our room and I was unable to refuse
anyone then. The dogs could take me at will and they often did,
finding it a wonderful game to have their sister trapped like that. I
didn't understand at first. Even if I wasn't in the mood for sex, if
my Master wished it I wouldn't have refused him anything. Gradually
though I was made to understand that it was just the symbolism he
enjoyed, the fact that I was placed in a position where my willingness
wasn't an issue.

Sometimes I believed that my Master desired a dog that was not quite
as eager as me. At the same time though, I knew he wouldn't have
traded me for anything in the world. My Master was no fool and I was
his treasure, or so he told his friend Joe more than once in my
presence, and neither the Indian nor I doubted my Master's opinion. So
it was for that reason, and countless others, that I gave my Master no
reason to doubt my own devotion to him.

The last words I'd ever spoken as a human had been to tell him that I
loved him.


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