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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 Eight


"Freeze! Federal officer! Put your weapon down now!" The shot had come
from behind me and to my right and now there was a voice as well.

I didn't understand the words exactly and I was prepared to leap
anyway, but the man seemed to stagger suddenly and for just a second
or two I wondered if he'd been shot. It was merely surprise though,
shock perhaps and he was still holding his rifle, still pointing it at
me, but looking confused and plainly unwilling to leave himself
defenseless in front of some naked and obviously crazed girl.

"Put the rifle down or I will shoot you!" The voice said and I looked
to see another man, dressed in brown with a shiny jacket and a smaller
gun, a pistol in both of his hands. He was pointing it at the hunter
in front of me, crouched slightly and staring intently down the short
barrel. 

"She's gonna kill me! Shoot her!" The hunter said and he was looking
at me mostly, but his eyes were darting to the other man constantly as
well.

"This is your last warning!" The man in the jacket either didn't
believe the hunter, or didn't care what I was going to do. He just
wanted that man's gun on the ground.

"Okay okay...Fuck!" The hunter yelled, putting his gun down slowly and
that's when I finally relaxed.

He couldn't hurt Chance now, not with his rifle on the dirt. My mate
was safe and I didn't have to attack him. I felt my whole body seem to
collapse then, as if that realization drained every ounce of strength
I had and I just fell to the ground. I was crying, I realized, but it
hurt to keep my eyes open. I was tired and my head was pounding and
there was a ringing in my ears from the gun shots. I just wanted to
sleep. I was so tired and cold, and I curled up.

"...up now. Hey, wake up." The man was touching me, washing my face with
some water from a plastic bottle and wiping at me with some cloth.

I blinked at him and I had a headache. I couldn't have been asleep
very long, I didn't think. I reached for my temple and there was a
large cut on the side of my head, just under my hair where it started
growing. The wound was still open and wet and I looked at my fingers,
seeing them red and sticky with blood. Some fifteen or twenty feet
away the hunter was sitting on the ground facing me. He had his hands
behind his back and I guessed he'd been handcuffed, because he didn't
look very comfortable to me.

"Let me clean that up." The man was saying and I realized I was
covered now with his jacket. It was shiny and green with patches sewn
on it and inside it was soft and warm with a flannel lining.

"You took a pretty good lump." He frowned and I caught his eyes for a
second and they were green, darker than his jacket, and warm with a
little gold. He wasn't so old, but strong and confident and his hands
were gentle.

"She's crazy! She tried to kill me!" The hunter was saying. "Look at
her, she's nuts! You oughta handcuff her, not me!"

"Quiet." The man said over his shoulder then he looked at me. "What's
your name?" When I didn't say anything, he spoke again. "I'm Frank,
okay? I'm with the Fish and Wildlife Service. I'm a police officer,
nobody's going to hurt you."

"Police." I said weakly and nodded and I was remembering the grey man
who had come to the house when my Master had died.

"What's your name? Can you tell me?" He asked me gently and he was
pressing his neckerchief against my head.

"Dare." I said, licking my lips and looking into his face. "My name is...
Dare."

"Dare, okay." He smiled. "That's a nice name. How did you get up here
and..." He couldn't help but smile, "...Why are you naked, Dare?"

I just shrugged, giving him a small smile of my own, even though it
hurt some to do it. He tried asking me other questions too, where I
lived and if I had relatives nearby, but mostly he was asking the same
questions in different ways and I really had no answers.

"Okay, I got the bleeding stopped, I think...But, here, keep some
pressure on it. Can you walk?" He asked me finally. "Can you stand up?
My truck's back that way..."

"Yes." I said slowly.

I did standup, slowly with my head still pounding as I pressed that
cloth to the cut, but it wasn't terrible. I'd survive it. I let the
man's jacket fall from my shoulders and I started walking away, down
the hill the way I'd come following the deer. I looked over my
shoulder, down the other way and the deer was dead already, the wolves
working to divide the animal's carcass between them

"Hey...Hey, hold on! I need you stay with me, okay?" The man seemed
surprised that I was leaving and I looked over my shoulder at him, but
I wasn't going to stay there. 

"Shit, she's crazy!" The hunter laughed. "You better get her!"

"Miss...Uh, Dare! Hold on..." The man wasn't chasing me at least, nor
drawing his gun to shoot me and I wanted to go home. 

I'd let Joe look at my head and maybe try to tell him what had
happened, but mostly I wanted to see White Cloud and especially Red
Crow, if I could. This had to be my dream. I'd followed the blood, but
I didn't know what it meant, or what I was supposed to do now. It had
to be the dream though, that was my only real thought, and I wanted to
ask someone about it, someone who would know.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Oh man, what happened?" Mike was there when I got home and he was
yelling for his brother, Jay, and they worried over me together.

"Go call dad." Jay said a little impatiently and he was just helping
me to my bed mostly. 

I was very tired and hungry and I must have looked terrible after
three days sleeping outside and then getting in a fight and knocked on
the head. My brothers were there, barking excitedly at first, pressing
their large bodies against mine and sniffing at me. I wasn't in much
of a condition to do anything but sleep though and so that's what I
did, getting on our bed and quickly joined by Bush on one side and
Bandy on the other. The two dogs pressed their bodies close and licked
at me while Barley paced the hardwood floor and he was a little
agitated it seemed, probably at the smell of my blood and the two
strangers I'd been so close to that day.

The antiseptic smell of the doctor woke me up, as well as the unhappy
barking of my brothers who weren't letting him get close to me. Joe
was there now and despite his best efforts to get the dogs away from
me and the bed, they weren't willing to leave and didn't want that
doctor in their room at all. It took me a minute or two to realize all
that as I felt very foggy and finally I let Joe call me to come with
him. I reluctantly left my brothers and went into my Master's house,
into the front parlor so that the doctor could look at my head in
peace.

"This girl doesn't belong by herself." The doctor was saying, wiping
at my head with something stinging. "How long since you ate anything?"

I just shrugged and looked at Joe and his two sons who were standing
there looking uncomfortable, as if they might be in trouble now
because of me.

"You've lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you." The
doctor told me. "This cut isn't so bad, you don't need stitches. Hit
your head on a rock or something?"

I wasn't talking and the man knew me well enough by then anyway not to
expect any answers. He spent his time chiding me about eating and
taking my vitamins, about cleaning myself for ticks because they could
make me very sick if I wasn't careful. He was speaking to me, but most
of his words were meant for Joe and the big Indian was nodding and
agreeing, and the doctor wasn't terribly happy about any of it.

"You should think about getting the girl some real help." The doctor
said finally. "She can't take care of herself and whatever you people
might think, she isn't an animal. I'm going to check on her in a few
days and see how she's doing, if the girl's like this..." He shrugged. "...
I've got a responsibility to report it, you understand?"

Joe nodded and he didn't look too happy either and whatever it was the
doctor meant by that, I suspected it wasn't anything too good for me.
I'd never liked him anyway though and I just stared back at the man as
he looked at me for a long moment and when he left finally I felt much
better.

"You need to stay around here for awhile, okay?" Joes was bathing me
in my Master's bathtub and I'd protested at first, but the Indian
hadn't let me refuse. "You have to eat more, that doctor was right.
You're too skinny now and you're a mess."

I just shrugged, resting my chin on my knees as I hugged them to my
breasts. I was sitting in the warm water while Joe just gave me some
time to soak in it before he washed me properly. I couldn't even
remember the last time I'd had a hot bath in a real bathtub. I had
some memories of it maybe, but they seemed to belong to someone else.
I tried not to enjoy it, or to give Joe any direct answers, pretending
like I didn't care or understand what he was saying. 

"This isn't what your Master would want, Dare." Joe told me softly and
that cut through me like a knife, the truth of it, and I wept quietly
while the man bathed me.

By the end of it I was clean, for the first time in a long time. Joe
had washed me several times in fact, letting the dirty water out and
refilling the tub three times. His hands touched me everywhere, his
big fingers surprisingly gentle and there was nothing sexual about it,
even as he washed my sex and anus, soaped my breasts and everywhere
else. I felt very much as if he were a father to me just then and I
felt ashamed of my behavior. My Master would not have wanted me
running off the way I had, neglecting my brothers and even a dog has
responsibilities, I realized. I had to take care of myself better and
keep my spirits up somehow, but it was hard and my resolution was
fleeting as the last of my bath water swirled down the drain.

Joe dried me thoroughly and I felt better and I must have looked much
better as well. He'd washed my hair as well and forced me to sit on
the closed toilet while he brushed it. I had burrs and hopeless
tangles that he struggled with and I growled softly as my scalp burned
under the ceaseless tugging. His sons were preparing dinner for us and
I was hungry suddenly, impatient as the Indian dragged the brush
through my long black hair. He wondered aloud if he shouldn't cut some
of it, just to even it up some and I narrowed my eyes slightly, not
sure if I wanted my hair cut or not. It was awfully long by then and
the ends were split and frayed, but I did love the way it covered my
back when I lay down, like I had real fur and it would keep me warm
during the winter.

"Maybe just this much, what do you think?" Joe was pinching just an
inch or so of hair between his first two fingers, holding it up for me
to see and then we heard my brother's barking, warning us that a
stranger was here.

"Who's that now?" Joe asked himself mostly and he glanced towards the
closed bathroom door.

The dogs didn't like strangers and they never had. Our Master hadn't
raised them to be overly friendly with people they didn't know and so
when strangers would come to the house they were always there, outside
to challenge whoever it might be and tell the stranger that he wasn't
welcome. That's what they were doing now and we could hear their
frantic barks, loud and sharp and not dangerous, not yet, but if the
stranger wasn't careful the tone would change and the dogs become
nervous and angry.

Their tone did change as I followed Joe towards the front door and the
porch beyond, but my brothers were calming and that seemed unusual.
There were very few people who could settle my three brothers down
that way, Joe being one of them and his sons of course, White Cloud as
well, but if it were the Indian medicine man the dogs wouldn't have
challenged him at all. Each truck and car and machine made by men has
its own sound and we knew all of them well. This wasn't White Cloud,
or anyone else we knew and we stepped into the dying light as evening
was just settling on the reservation to find a big green truck parked
behind Joe's. 

"Yeah, yeah...Sit...Go on, sit down." A man was saying and my brothers
were still barking, but they weren't angry, they were cheerful I
realized. "You're a big boy, huh...What's your name? Come here...You like
that?"

"Bandy." I said and I was walking towards the man, down the short
steps while Joe remained behind me.

"What's that?" He smiled at me and even though I was naked and still
damp from my bath, most of his attention was on my three brothers as
they capered for the beef jerky he was feeding them.

"His name..." I pointed at the dog. "...Bandy."

"Bandy, huh?" He chuckled. "Okay."

"Bush...and...Barley." I nodded, pointing at the others and Barley ran
over to me at the sound of his name, his head against my belly briefly
and taking a sniff of me.

"And you're Dare." He nodded as well. "Sorry boys, that's all I got."
He was patting Bush on the side, slapping his hand against the dog's
ribs with a heavy, pleasant thudding sound. "Sorry bout that."

"Hey there." Joe made his presence known and the man looked at the
Indian.

"Evening." He said, "...Uh, I was talking with a fella outside the store
there, um...Red Crow? He gave me directions."

"Red Crow sent you here?" Joe asked.

"I'm Frank Sawyer." The man nodded. "I wanted to find out...Stop it..." He
pushed Bandy away as the dog tried to shove his nose into the man's
jacket pocket, looking for more jerky. "...I wanted to find Dare and
make sure she was okay."

He was looking at me now, giving me all of his attention and I
swallowed hard because this man wasn't like the others. My brothers
could sense it and he had no fear of them at all, he'd met all three
of the dogs and turned their suspicion aside easily. Now they were
merely anxious for his attention, showing off the way boys will, the
way they hadn't done for anyone since our Master had died so long
before. I felt my heart getting thick and my blood seemed thin, close
to my skin and making me warm despite the cool night which was growing
quickly around us.

"You're a park ranger or something?" Joe wondered.

He was looking at the truck with its decorations on the door, a symbol
of some kind like a shield, the same as the patch on the man's jacket.
Joe was also seeing the gun on the man's hip maybe and wondering
probably why this man would come here looking for me. He might have
wanted to arrest me or something, but I knew he wasn't here for that.
The man had nothing but good intentions, it was radiating out of him
and I blinked hard at that. I was afraid to think what I was thinking
just then because unlike my brothers I did have a sense of time, of
before and after, and today and tomorrow. Not a good one, not like a
real person did, but enough to be afraid of what the future could
bring if I wanted something too much and didn't get it.

"Fish and Wildlife." Frank said, playing with the dogs and looking at
me, curious why I was naked but for a collar around my neck, wondering
who Joe was and why I was there at all, maybe why he was there too. 

"I found Dare this morning, she was, uh..." He smiled at me, "...She was
fighting with a hunter, about to get herself killed, I think."

"How's that?" Joe asked and the man's tone had made it sound like he
was joking maybe, but we both knew he wasn't.

"A fella I'd come across, he was just off the reservation hunting."
Frank explained. "It was all legal until the buck ran onto the
reservation and he followed it."

"Chance." I glanced at Joe and he'd heard the name before, the Indian
had some idea I was mated as he'd been at my Awakening ceremony, as
well as spoken with my Master often enough.

"Chance...The wolf, you mean?" Joe looked at me and I nodded happily,
even though he couldn't know why I'd mention him.

"What's that?" Frank looked between us. "Wolves? Yeah, there's a pack
up there and I think the guy was ready to shoot them." He shrugged.
"They're protected but they were taking down the buck when I got
there. He wasn't too happy about that."

"Who are you?" Mike asked suddenly as he and Jay came around the side
of the house, probably wondering where the dogs were and why they had
gotten so quiet.

"You get that dinner ready?" Their father asked.

"He's a ranger, dummy." Jay nudged his brother in the ribs. "Yeah,
pop." He whistled for the dogs, patting his thigh and trying to call
them. Mike was trying too, but the boys were more interested in Frank
and they didn't know dinner was waiting.

"I'm Joe, anyway, those are my boys. We watch the place." My friend
said and he was coming closer, probably to shake hands with the man,
or something.

I felt light inside and I liked the way the man was looking at me, the
way he wasn't shy of my nakedness for one thing. How he didn't look or
away, or stare really, but just looked at me the way my Master used
to. With something like amusement maybe, and some pleasure, like maybe
he was looking at something he knew nobody else could see. He was
sharing a secret it seemed to me and I barked sharply, laughing
despite my desire not to as I told my brothers that there was food
waiting. I ran off playfully, racing around the house and they were
right behind me then, barking and happy with my sudden mood.

I was flirting, I knew, and it made me feel good as I took one quick
glance over my shoulder and it was an invitation for the man to
follow. I wasn't sure if he understood that, or even if I did, but it
was there all the same and I was almost too excited to eat. I was very
hungry though and pulled my damp hair out of my face and held it
twisted in my right fist as I pushed my nose into the big bowl I
shared with Bush. We ate hungrily, especially me and my appetite
filled me as I tasted real food for the first time in three days, or
perhaps it was my improved spirits. I was being greedy, growling and
using my shoulders to shove Bush aside, snapping at him as the big dog
growled back at me and it was fun.

I'd expected to find the man there when I lifted my head, licking my
lips and feeling warm and full inside, but he wasn't. We were alone,
my brothers and I, and so I washed my face and even brushed my teeth,
as I hadn't done that in awhile and I suddenly wanted to groom myself.
I did it quickly, happily nervous at the thought of being caught by
the man as I performed that distinctly human ritual. I didn't want to
let him see me that way as it was embarrassing for some reason that I
can't properly explain. So I was quick and grinning, barking softly as
I scrambled onto the bed and my brothers joined me. It was always our
custom to lie down after eating and they'd missed me.

Barley licked my thighs while I pulled myself against Bandy, hugging
his softly furred neck to my breasts and reaching down his soft belly
to feel his sheathed penis. It was thick and bone-like even while he
was relaxed and I played my hand along it while I spread my legs for
Barley's tongue to go higher. He was sniffing my sex, licking at me
slowly and tasting nothing but my recent bath, which was not very
interesting to him. I kept my eyes on the door, wondering and hoping
the man would come in to find me. I was waiting for him and pretending
that I wasn't, telling myself not to want anything, but inside I was
helpless. I'd felt his presence and he was the one I'd been waiting
for, all of us, and my brothers had already accepted him.

Fate had led me to him, my dreams coming true and Red Crow had shown
me the way as he'd promised. I'd followed the blood, that trail in the
high grass and I'd met my challenge and been saved by that man. He'd
come back, looking for me and finding me, and all he had to do was
come the last few steps. I watched the door anxiously, barely
breathing as I clung to my brothers, kissing Bandy's neck and
squeezing his cock gently, feeling my wetness growing beneath Barley's
tongue as he tasted me finally. I was eager and excited and my heart
threatened to burst and all the man had to do was come through the
door.

I'd crawl to him with my eyes down, scenting him and licking at his
fingers. I wanted to feel his touch and hear his voice and I promised
myself I'd answer his many questions, for a day or a week, however
long it took to satisfy him and then I'd speak no more in that strange
tongue. He had to understand me; I'd seen it in his eyes. He was the
one and I was delivered to him, waiting and wanting and staring at
that door, willing it to open. He'd be my Master, I was sure of it and
the world would be right again. Joe would tell him about me, White
Cloud would explain everything; it was all clear to me how the future
should unfold.

The door did open and I lifted my head at the sound, but it was only
Joe and I heard the man's truck leaving. I blinked at that and
frowned. His sons followed the big Indian, Mike and Jay, and they
picked up the empty bowls, taking them away while Joe looked at me.

"He was asking about you." Joe said and perhaps he sensed my curiosity
and disappointment. "Wanted to know who you are, what you're doing."

I nodded slightly at that, but I was afraid more than anything else.
Perhaps the man didn't understand, or didn't like me for some reason.
What did that mean? He'd asked questions and then left. I dropped my
head trying to tell myself it was alright, that it would take some
time perhaps while the man considered me. I wasn't thinking as a
person might, a girl. People required time and thought, and unfamiliar
things were unwelcome to the human mind. I'd offered myself and my
brothers had accepted him and I'd thought as a dog, expecting the man
to take us, to take me. I had no Master, not anymore, and he must have
known that by now. Joe would have explained, I was sure, so why had he
left? It confused me.

"Seems like a nice enough man anyway." Joe spoke slowly, cautiously
and I closed my eyes.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Dare." The man was there the following day, not long after I returned
from my bath at the stream.

I looked at him, surprised and it was a cold morning with sun still
behind the mountains, the whole world grey and damp. Joe's sons hadn't
yet arrived and my brothers were outside, with him and content as he'd
been feeding them once more, treats from his marvelous pockets. He
approached me as I felt rooted to the earth and unable to move, my
toes sinking into the soft ground. I lowered my eyes and I had it mind
to crouch low and press my head against him, but he was reaching for
me and I was filled with an exhilaration at his touch.

"I need to speak with you." He was touching my face, lifting my chin
gently so I would meet his gaze. "I need you to be a woman for me, can
you do that?"

"Yes." I closed my eyes as I said it and it was as I'd imagined.

"Can we go inside?" He asked and I nodded, leading him to the side of
the house and the room I shared with my brothers.

"This is my...Place." I said slowly and I looked around the room,
inviting the man to do the same.

"Joe told me about you. Your friend, the Indian?" He said and I was
moving to the sink and using the hose to wash my muddy feet, although
I wouldn't, usually.

"Yes." I agreed.

"He said that you're, um, Onijwa? Is that right?" He was smiling
uncertainly at me. "A spirit, or a girl with an animal spirit?"

I shrugged and the water was cold as I washed the mud away quickly. My
brothers had followed us and they were sitting on the floor, Bush
laying down on the bed, watching us.

"I don't really know about that stuff." He shrugged then, as if
apologizing for his ignorance. "I want to know about you."

"I'm Dare." I told him, turning off the water and then I did get on my
knees, sitting naked and looking up at him.

"Right, no..." He smiled. "...I mean, uh...What do I mean?" He seemed
confused and uncomfortable and he shifted his weight from one foot to
the other as he stood there.

"They like you." I said, looking at my brothers and then pointedly
back at him.

"The dogs?" He nodded, looking at them. "Yeah, I guess I always had a
way with dogs, most animals really."

"People?" I wondered.

"What? Do I get along with other people?" He chuckled at that. "I get
along, but...Well, I like being by myself too. I...I don't know."

"I don't." I said and then I had a thought. "I'm not...Crazy."

"I know, yeah." He looked at me. "I don't think you are, I just never...
You're different. This is different."

"Different." I smiled. "Yes, I am."

"You're beautiful." He said and then closed his eyes for a second.
"Sorry, I mean you're...Look, uh, I'm pretty nervous."

I nodded and I was nervous as well.

"Did you look for me?" I asked him.

"Look for you? Yeah, yesterday I asked around and..."

"No." I shook my head, frowning. "Before yesterday? Did you look for
me?"

"Dare." He licked his lips. "I think I was looking for you all my
life."

I smiled at that and nodded.

"It's crazy, I don't...I don't understand it, or this, or...You. Not yet."
He seemed to be talking to himself as much as he was to me.

"Yes." I agreed.

"But I want to." He told me and the took a breath. "I think...I've
dreamt of you, maybe."

"Master." I looked at him and the word was barely spoken, but we both
heard it and he held out his hand.

I crawled over as a dog, shedding the woman he'd wanted me to be for
that brief time and I could smell him and then taste him as I licked
his fingers slowly, until he put his hand to my cheek and then into my
hair, stroking me gently while my brothers watched. I growled softly,
allowing the sound of my pleasure rising from my breast and I turned
my head against his touch and smiled up at him, into his eyes and
welcomed him home.


end of 08
end of Dare 2

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