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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

Dare Two
by Rachael

Chapter Two


It was morning and I washed myself in the small tiled area that served
as the bath for us. It had a deep sink mounted on the floor with a
hose running from the faucet. There was a lip around the tiles and a
drain. An old wooden rack held different things, brushes and soaps for
the dogs, strong and made for removing fleas. Some mild ivory soap for
me, which was tolerable to our noses at least and unscented baby
shampoo which was hardly unscented at all and a smell I actually
enjoyed.

Mostly I washed myself with smooth round stones I found in the stream
and the sandy mud along its banks. I'd wash myself with mud first and
then rinse myself clean using the stone to slough off the dirty skin.
It felt good and clean and afterwards I smelled like the water, which
was a good smell and soon gave way to the scent that was just me.

Today I washed inside though. I peed down the drain and washed myself
slowly, enjoying the water from the tap which was cold, but nothing
like the chill of the spring melt which filled the stream. I liked the
way cold water woke me up all over. I had a little hair under my arms,
but none on my sex yet, and I'd never had hair on my legs or anything,
not so it was noticeable. I was going to miss my Master very much.

I was washing my hair, which was very long and thick and coarse. It
reached to the middle of my back now as my Master had never cut it. My
brothers watched me. Barley lay on our bed, Bush on the floor chewing
a leather toy, and Bandy sitting very near me, occasionally sticking
his nose close and taking a lick at my wet skin. I splashed him
playfully; flicking water in his face and making him shake his head. I
would give them a bath later, I thought, before dinner when the water
was warm. The tank was outside and it caught the heat of the sun
nicely during the long afternoons.

The door opened slowly, perking us all up and it was one of the boys,
the younger one, Mike. This confused and angered the dogs, of course,
since it should have been our Master. He was carrying a big bowl of
food, however, and the smell was immediate to our noses. My brothers
were barking and so the boy moved slowly, talking to them the way a
human will, trying to sound like what he what he was, harmless. The
dogs wouldn't really hurt him anyway, he was no threat to us, it was
just that him and the other boy weren't supposed to be there.

Of course, he was carrying food so that changed my brothers' opinion
of him, but only slightly. He set the bowl down and went back to the
open door he'd come through and apparently he'd left the other bowl on
the floor there, probably so he could open the door. He picked that
one up as well and brought it into the room and set it down quickly as
Bush was right there and ready to eat. Bandy and Barley were already
digging into the other one and I didn't bother turning off the water
as I hastened to get my fair share.

There was a lot of friendly growling; some small snapping of teeth,
but this was how we ate. I shared with Bush, getting my face next to
his and digging into the food eagerly. The boys had made it a little
differently then we were used to, adding hot water to make the gravy
rather than just cool water the way our Master did, and they'd sort of
mixed like three different kinds of dog food all together, as if they
weren't sure which we were supposed to get. It didn't matter and it
actually tasted really good. We ate like pigs.

Mike had moved back to the doorway, but he hadn't left us right away.
I knew he was there, watching me eat dog food, naked and wet and still
soapy in my hair probably. I hadn't rinsed myself very well at all,
but if I'd taken time to do that I would have starved. Dogs are pretty
selfish when it comes to food normally, although they can be
surprisingly considerate at times as well. We'd been two days without
anything though, so this wasn't one of those times.

"Do you want more?" The boy asked as I sat up on my knees, licking my
lips while Bush licked the bowl clean so that it slid across the floor
in little jerks.

I nodded eagerly, like what dog wouldn't? It was just about the
silliest question I'd ever heard maybe and I smiled. Our Master had
never fed us until we were full, not because he didn't want to, but
just because it wasn't necessary. Some part of me understood that, but
most of me wanted to eat as much as I could get my paws on. At least
the dogs' tolerance for the boy was growing, bringing food was a good
way to get acceptance, and he only got soft growls when Mike reached
for the empty bowls, promising me he'd be right back.

While he was gone I finished my bath, getting the soap out of my hair,
which was a hard thing to do as I couldn't really tell if I'd gotten
it all or not. My Master usually watched me and even washed me on many
occasions, which was another reason I didn't shampoo my hair so often.
I liked it when he would grab me by the collar and pull me to the
sink, telling me it was time for a bath. That was a thousand times
better than making my own decision about such things and my Master had
enjoyed it quite a lot too.

We ate again, this time with both of the boys watching us, watching
me, I should say. I knew people found me attractive, like my Master
and Joe, like these two Indian boys. I'd been a dancer once. I
remembered that and even dreamt of it sometimes, and males had always
liked me. Female too, some of them, like the woman I'd worked for, but
I couldn't remember her name and only vaguely could I recall her
face.

We went out after our dinner, as all of our meals were known
regardless of the time of day, and my brothers and I were feeling full
and heavy after eating too much. I didn't know what the boys were
doing and I didn't care, my brothers and I needed to be outside and it
was a nice day, a beautiful day, and we ran, barking happily and
playing tag through the high grass. I was still deeply saddened by the
absence of our Master and my heart ached with the knowledge that I'd
never see him again. I'd wept for him briefly, for both of us, but
this was better. The world was fresh and clean and beautiful, and
being with my brothers was a celebration of the life the man had given
me. It was the best way to honor him.

We ran through the woods, where it was thin and emerged into a meadow
which led to a gently rounded hill. The land was thick with soft
grass, still damp near the cool earth and it made a fine bed. We'd run
several miles at least, and quickly, and we could have run further but
this was a good place and I lay down, grabbing at Barley and
struggling to pull him to me by one of his back legs. He snapped at me
in annoyance and I giggled, so he changed direction quickly, turning
to press one heavy paw on my belly and pressing his mouth to my face,
licking at me.

I opened my mouth and sought his long red tongue, playing my own
against it and lifting my head to lick at his mouth while I pulled the
huge dog closer. It was late spring and I was always eager to mate it
seemed. My nipples were hard under the soft breeze that stole through
the sunshine like a thin river, its current visible in the rippling
grass and swaying trees beyond.

Bush barked excitedly as he'd flushed a hare and he gave it wild
chase, Bandy joining him while I held Barley close to me, digging my
fingers into his fur and growling my desire into his open mouth. He
stood above my prone body and allowed me to pull his attention to my
breasts. I became flushed and damp with sweat and he lapped at my
flesh slowly, enjoying the flavor of my salty skin. The dog's rough
tongue sent small shivers through me as it dragged across my nipples,
urging them to swell even further. My heart fluttered like a wild bird
caught in a cage and my tummy tightened as I arched my back,
presenting my body eagerly to my brother's kisses.

Barley caught the smell of my arousal, the depths of my sex becoming
moist then, preparing my womb to receive his large cock. I smiled and
offered the world a deep-throated moan when the dog found my pussy
with his tongue, digging a wet furrow between my plump labia and
scraping my clitoris to sudden life. I spread my legs wide for him,
lifting my ass off the ground with every lazy lick. He didn't hurry
himself, he was patient and gentle, working his tongue deeper for
several minutes before lifting his head to look around and scent the
air.

I moved then, getting on my hands and knees, my butt high as I pressed
myself back, rubbing myself lewdly against his body, seeking his
attention even as I left my smell on his fur, marking Barley so that
the others would know I'd chosen him that particular morning. He
licked me again, quicker this time, digging at my pussy from behind
and then at my ass, making me impatient as my sex felt unbearably
empty and I yelped with frustration, wanting his cock inside me now.
He was content to tease me though and he stepped back, standing
motionless, and his ears twitched as they stood stiff in the wind.

I crawled on my hands and knees, turning and knocking my head into his
ribs, barely able to nudge the animal's great weight, and he just took
a small side step, his tail wagging as he regarded me with his amber
eyes. I bumped him again and lowered my face between his legs,
smelling his musky cock and balls and I licked at his sheathed penis,
feeling it heavy and impossibly firm. I licked at the tip of it,
forcing my tongue inside the softly furred opening to taste him there.
It was rich and somewhat salty, a distinctive flavor, and I worked my
tongue over the hidden head of his penis, the odd shaped tip just
inside and it wasn't hard to coax it out.

Bush and Bandy were back, having lost the hare finally, and they had
scented me easily enough. Bush was ready to mount me and he came close
quickly, sniffing at my sex and drawing a rumbling growl from Barley
who turned immediately to face him. I dropped my ass to the ground,
turning as well. I wanted to mate with Barley, not Bush, and so I was
covering myself. When Bush growled at me I bared my teeth and snapped
at his front leg.

He retreated finally, looking over his shoulder at us as I raised
myself once more and this time Barley was ready. He pushed himself up,
wrapping his front paws around my waist and I grunted under the weight
of him, sagging slightly as I'd expected him to be a little more
helpful. He wanted to take me though, especially since he had
competition now from Bush, and so he was going to hold me tight in
case I changed my mind.

Barley stabbed at my sex with his penis, hard and sharp like a bone,
and I gave a soft yelp of pain as he was missing the mark and it hurt.
He found me though finally, his cockhead slipping into my slit and
then my humid hole. He gave a quick thrust and then another as his
cock grew even larger for me now that it had someplace hot and wet to
fuck.

There was some discomfort at first, like always, but it never lasted
very long. I quickly grew incredibly wet with both my own juices and
Barley's precum which was flowing steadily now. I stretched around him
easily as well, my body long since used to the unusual size and shape
of my canine lovers. Where once I'd have been sore for hours, or even
days after our mating, now I could take all three of my brothers in a
single afternoon and feel little more than happily worn out by the
experience.

I liked being worn out a lot.

I was hot and panting, my arms locked stiff and straight to keep me
upright as Barley slammed his cock inside me over and over, working
hard to force the swollen knot inside my seemingly too small sex. It
would go in eventually, the dog wouldn't give up; he'd only try harder
until it eventually squeezed its way inside. That was both deliciously
wonderfully and somewhat painful, but only for a few moments. It was
better when they got it inside me quickly, before it was swollen too
much, otherwise my pussy would be forced to stretch open around it.

Once inside, the thick muscle felt nothing but good for both of us.
I'd cum repeatedly as the walls of my sex were pushed and pulled taut
around it. It couldn't go deeper, nor would it come out of me, it was
stuck in one place, locking us together and that was when Barley's
balls, which were already leaking some sperm, would finally release
their full load. He was right up against my cervix too, the tip of
Barley's cock pressing into the bottom of my cunt, like a thick sharp
finger tickling at my most sensitive places. It was a delightful pain
that stole all of my senses, forcing me to lose my strength and drop
my face to the earth, gasping and weeping as another orgasm swept
through me.

My pussy milked Barley's cock like a long soft mouth, sucking at him
and drawing out his sperm to bathe my womb with pleasure. That was my
reward, feeling myself suddenly full of dog cum seeping into every
part of me. It had no place else to go, my cunt was so tight around
the animal's knot that nothing could pass it. All of our juices were
held inside me and that was the best feeling in the world. I'd never,
ever get tired of that and I enjoyed the time it would take Barley's
knot to shrink far enough that he could pull out of me with a heavy
wash of juices. That was something I usually resisted and resented,
and the emptiness I felt after was always lonely and frustrating.

After perhaps ten or fifteen minutes the knot did pull loose finally,
and Barley gave my pussy a quick lick, but he was selfish and walked
off to clean himself. That was alright though as Bush had been waiting
eagerly, pacing around us and barking impatiently. He took me
immediately, his cock finding my well stretched cunt easily and I kept
my head down, nodding and gasping for air as he fucked me good. He
liked to do it for a little while, perhaps half a minute or so of
rapid thrusting and then he'd get off for a few seconds, sniffing me
quickly, looking around maybe, and then mounting me once again.

Bush was a real tease like that and Bandy could be the same way, but
usually only when we were outside like we were this day. I didn't
mind; eventually Bush would lock me up with his knot and he'd have no
choice but to finish inside me, adding his own cum to that of his
brother's. I was going to take all three of them, I knew that, and it
was what I wanted. We'd gone several days without sex and that was a
long time for us.

Barley had left me with scratches, but none so bad as when I mated
with the wolf. My brothers' claws were nothing like my mate's, but
Barley had held me tight and now Bush was making me feel it. He was
being greedy too, like Barley had been, and Bush forced me to take his
weight as he thrust his cock in and out of me rapidly. The truth was
that I liked it though, I really did, and I was growling my own potent
desire to be locked up with him. The pain of my scratches, like the
discomfort of being stretched to take the animal's knot, was just part
of being a bitch and I was very used to it.

Bush's knot forced its way inside me finally and he gave a soft yelp
as he realized it and then he was hunched over me hard, pressing his
bony chin down on my shoulder, while his rear paws dug into the soft
ground. He was pushing as hard as ever, like that ball of muscle might
actually go someplace, and that drove me to an intense orgasm finally
and then another just a few minutes later when the dog started
shooting his sperm into my womb. I was fighting for air and closing my
eyes tightly against the sun which seemed suddenly a million times
brighter than it should have been. Sunlight flooded me, that's what
Bush's cum felt like, warm sunshine to push aside the shadows of my
sadness.

Bandy prowled around us impatiently, waiting for Bush to pull his cock
free so he could have his turn. Barley had long since finished
cleaning himself and he was gone somewhere, his barking carried upon
the wind occasionally. I was just catching my breath, butt to butt
with Bush and growling at him as my brother would occasionally tug me
off balance, testing the bondage of his knot within my cunt. When it
finally did come loose with a heavy wash of fluid, Bandy was right
there to put his puppy making sperm where it belonged. It had been a
long wait for him, very nearly an hour probably since I'd first
started flirting with Barley, and Bandy wasted no time. His cock
slammed inside me hard, driving me forward so I practically fell on my
face and I turned my head to glare at him for a second. He ignored me
though, being more concerned with wrapping his powerful front legs
around my waist tightly and fucking me hard. I was his bitch now and
my brothers could be pretty selfish, like I said.

After Bandy fucked me I spent some time cleaning myself with my
fingers and mouth. It was the only way I could really, since my funny
girl-shaped body just wasn't any good for that sort of thing. A lot of
times one of my brothers would clean me, but it was too nice and we
were outside, and the hares and pheasants and ground hogs were out and
about and begging to be chased. So they left me to lie there, my pussy
feeling tender and stretched and filled to overflowing with our
combined juices. I pressed my tummy briefly, wishing I could have
their puppies, but if that were possible I wouldn't want my brothers'
pups. I'd want my mate's offspring, a litter of wolf pups to form our
pack. That would have pleased my Master a great deal, I thought, if I
could have truly mated with Chance.

I was able to push three fingers into my sex easily and bring them out
covered with the thin warm residue of our fucking. I would lick and
suck my fingers clean, savoring the flavor and occasionally rubbing
the wetness across my neck and breasts, enjoying the heady odor of dog
sperm and girl cum all mixed up. It was like perfume in a way, but I
was just marking myself and I knew it would excite my brothers later.
I was tired and a little sore, but still incredibly eager to mate with
them all again. In the meantime I had to content myself with licking
my pussy clean and waiting for them to come back.

There were a lot worse ways to spend a beautiful day; I just couldn't
remember them.


end of 02

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