Chapter 7

“So tell me what the big deal is, girl,” Vicky says, sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand.

“I don’t know where to start,” Kat says, sitting down beside her with Clovis lying at her feet. “It’s all because of this big guy, I guess.”

“Speaking of which, where did you get him?” Vicky asks, taking a sip and raising an eyebrow at her.

“He was hit by a car,” the girl reveals. “I brought him back and healed him.”

“And let me guess, you want to keep him but he is too much to handle,” Vicky remarks in an attempt at guessing why she is there.

“Fuck, I wish it was that simple,” Kat contradicts. “As a matter of fact, I can handle him just fine. At least I hope that I can.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“That’s just it,” Kat says, suddenly becoming agitated. “I’m not sure what is real or fake.”

“Geez, girl, you’re starting to sound like a crazy bitch,” Vicky says, setting her glass on the side table next to the couch. “I know you dad said some shit about cutting you off, but he’s always saying shit like that. Hell, my dad is always doing the same to me.”

“I’ve got that handled,” Kat quickly says, her hand absently moving now along Clovis’ head. “My problem is what happened last night.”

“Oh my gosh, girl,” Vicky says, putting her hand to her mouth and sitting up almost off the couch. “You didn’t get raped, did you? Oh please tell me you didn’t.”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” Kat says, blushing a little. “I mean when you put it that way ... hell, I’m not even sure what happened.”

Concern comes over Vicky’s face, replacing her sudden fear. “Something bad must have happened if you don’t know what happened.”

“I’m not sure that it was all that bad,” Kat reasons. “I mean, if it did, then I think I really liked it.”

“Alright Katharina Bucher, spill the beans,” Vicky demands.

“Okay, okay,” she says, putting her hands up defensively in front of her. “So after I healed Clovis and ordered dinner, I went to take a bath. I think I fell asleep in the tub and dreamt I got out.”

“Okay,” Vicky says with a smile, picking up her glass and settling back into the couch. “So you weren’t attacked. That’s a plus.”

Kat nods and continues, “So anyway, in my dream I saw Clovis watching me. In some way it had turned me on. I went out of the bathroom and he fucked me.”

Vicky immediately sits forward, spitting out her drink. “Wait a minute,” she says setting her drink back down and then turning toward her friend with her hands waving in the air. “Wait a goddamn minute. Are you telling me that you dreamt that you fucked the stray dog?”

“I don’t think he’s a stray,” the girl says, sidestepping the question.

Vicky narrows her eyes. “Stray or not, are you...”

“Yes!” Kat bursts out, her face turning a shade of red.

“Girl, you’re fucking crazy,” Vicky says, shaking her head.

“Vic, it was just a dream,” Kat reiterates.

“I know all about your dreams, girl,” she says. “And you’ve got some fucked up ones. Go on, you may as well tell me the rest of it. What makes you think it was real?”

“Well, after he fucked me again, this time in my ass, I woke up with the jet blasting me back there,” she finishes explaining.

Vicky laughs. “Girl, I think you were just dreaming. I mean, you use that tub like some personal sex machine. You know for a second there you had me going.”

“You think so?” Kat asks.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess I can see why you’re suddenly having dreams about your rescue,” she answers, gesturing toward Clovis. Kat’s eyes follow the direction of her friend’s hand and again her face reddens. “I mean the big guy does have a big one. Hell, seeing it kind of puts to shame many of the guys I’ve fucked.”

“So you think that’s all it is?”

“Yeah, I’d say so, girl,” Vicky says, giving her friend a warm smile.

“Then why did my ass hurt all last night?”

Vicky’s mouth opens and then closes. For a second the air seems heavy and the silence loud. She stands up and holds her hand out to Kat. The girl takes it and Vicky helps her to her feet. “We’re going to go get some fliers made and you’re going to hang them up.”

“Fliers for what?” Kat asks.

“You’re going to find this dog’s owner and forget about last night,” she says, pulling the girl toward the door.

“You’re not going to help me?” Kat asks dumbfounded.

“Girl, I’ve got to go get my nails done, and then I’m meeting with Marty Wiest. He’s taking me to dinner and then I’m going to fuck his brains out.”

“Some friend you are,” Kat mumbles pulled along by her friend right out the door.

“Mmmhmm,” Vicky hums. “Think of it this way: you’ll be too tired to come home and fuck the dog.”

“But I’m not...” Kat tries to say before being cut off.

“Besides, you’re one to talk about being a friend,” she continues as if she didn’t hear Kat’s complaint. “It was last year, remember? You left me hanging with that one asshole at the club. I ended up fucking him while you got his hot friend. You two just up and left me there.”

“You said you had fun,” Kat reminds her.

Vicky smirks. “Yeah, he had a big dick.” That smirk quickly drops into a frown. “But he didn’t know shit. He was a virgin and wouldn’t stop calling me for months afterward.”

“Yeah, too bad it took you fucking his friend to get him to stop calling,” Kat counters. “Some friend you are. You stole him right out from under me.”

“Can I help it he found me more attractive?” Vicky says with shrug. “Besides, that was pay back for stealing Jeremy Strahl from me.”

“That was sixth grade!” Kat shouts.

“Yeah, well it still hurt,” Vicky says, grinning. “Now let’s go. My appointment is in an hour.”

Katharina pours herself a glass of wine, tosses some pillows on the floor and stretches out to relax. She did as her friend wanted and got a ton of posters made, but she didn’t put up a single one. They now sit on the kitchen table in a mostly neat stack bound for the recycle bin. She is still unsure about the night before, and the talk with Vicky only set in to perspective that if it did happen and if she were to do it again, it is definitely going to need to remain a secret between herself and Clovis. And speaking of Clovis, she isn’t laying there long before the dog walks in and gives her a wet kiss on the cheek.

Kat puts her arm around him and scratches his ears. “You’re like a big teddy bear, ready to be here for me when I’m all alone. How could I think you fucked me?” She begins to think about that prospect of being alone. She has no problem calling up Ned—he would be over in a flash. She has no problem going out to a club and getting laid—any guy would drop to his knees to beg her to fuck him. She could even go to her father’s company and get any employee, married or not—they would do it in a heartbeat if only because it meant some kind of gain later on. But there is just something keeping her from doing any of that or even leaving her apartment.

Damn it, Clovis,” she mutters. “Why does this have to be so weird? Why can’t it be like some kind of fairy tale where I find you, kiss you and you become some kind of prince that treats me like a real princess?” The dog sits down near her face and looks at her as if he is actually listening. “What do you think? Do I have the body for a prince charming?” Kat stretches out and admires herself. Her breasts form excellent mounds on her chest. Her nipples make distinct bumps showing through her shirt. She runs a hand over her taut belly and then slips it down to her crotch. She feels her cunt through the material. She raises a leg and flexes her muscle. Her legs are shapely and trim.

Katharina smiles and fills her glass again, drinking the wine deliberately. She has a warm buzz from the first glass already. Her hand drops back to her crotch and she lies back thinking lascivious thoughts. Being a girl that is always in a state of arousal, looking for the next guy to fuck—whether for the fun or to piss off her father—she is always having some kind of naughty thought. And of course always being in that state, she certainly doesn’t need any wine to prompt her to begin masturbating.

Her nipples harden as her finger rub softly against her clit. Kat begins slowly pinching one of the hard nubs with one hand while massaging the bud below with the other. She doesn’t want to get off right now—she just wants to feel good. But just as it really starts to feel good, she stops when she hears a thump-thump noise next to her. She turns her head to see Clovis scratching himself. He is sitting, facing her with one hind leg splayed out at an angle while the other is busy scratching his chest. And as she watches, Kat sees the red tip emerge from the dog’s sheath. Like before, it catches her interest. As the beast continues to scratch rapidly, the emerging cock hypnotizes her. She watches the large fuzzy sheath slap from side to side as the dog scratches. She watches his big balls bounce up and down.

Then she laughs as she resumes fingering herself. “You’re just like a guy. You see me masturbating and you start jerking your dick.” The emerging red prick still holds her attention and her pussy is beginning to get incredibly wet.

The dog’s member is about half way out of the sheath when the girl notices the large knot outlined in the sheath. She remembers the feeling her dream invoked when she felt it swell. She didn’t know what it was then, and maybe she still isn’t sure now that that was what it was, but she is pretty sure that was it. Kat contemplates the cock. It doesn’t have a flaring head the way a guy’s cock does. Instead, it sort of comes to a point. It looks shiny... all slick and ready to slip right into a waiting cunt.

The dream ... the conversation ... the wine ... all begins to take their toll on the girl. Suddenly, Kat is overcome with an urge to feel the cock. She rolls over and delicately touches the shiny shaft that is half protruding. It is very hard and very warm—though not quite as slippery as it appears. She moves her hand down onto the sheath of the furry flesh that encases the remainder of the member and the knot. She wants to feel the knot...

Clovis’ skin is soft, covered in silky fur. Kat lightly touches the hard knot, unsure of what the dog’s reaction might be. If it is anything like her dream then she knows she is in for something special ... or at least she hopes so. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge. It certainly isn’t soft like a man’s balls. Instead it is surprisingly firm and solid. Without any conscious thought, she starts stroking the cock within the sheath. Clovis doesn’t pull back or try to move away. “You horny little bastard. You like this, don’t you?” she asks, giving the animal a little coy smile. “But you know what, I think I like it too.” And she truly does. Kat’s pussy tingles slightly as she says that. Her nipples rub against her shirt. A feeling of wantonness creeps over her. Everything she is feeling right now is exactly like it was in the dream. And that dream was so real because the feelings are so intense that it is like she has experienced this before. Of course it could just be like fucking a guy for the first time, those feelings being alike.

Whatever the case, Kat isn’t going to dwell on it. Instead, she positions herself under Clovis and continues to stroke the hard prick. The red member gets longer as it comes out from the sheath more. The hard knot moves toward the end as well and Kat becomes very hot as she watches both parts respond to her hand job. It has always been hot to feel a cock growing in her mouth or watch one growing in her hand, but nothing compares to this. This is a completely different feeling all its own. Not only is she stirred physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.

She moves her hand to the hardness and grasps it firmly. There she starts to really jack it off. And the dog follows suit, humping his ass in response to her activity. The knot bursts out of the sheath and Kat marvels at the size of the cock and knot. Her dream wasn’t much detailed, or at least she doesn’t remember the details. She was so engulfed by the feeling of pleasure that was coursing through her, and it was all because of his gift. “Fuck, that’s as nice a dick as I’ve ever seen. And I’ve had my share of them.” She wraps both hands around the lengthy dog cock. She can get both her hands around it, but there is still a bit of it sticking out. Her fingers barely make it around the girth of it. ‘Shit, it’s just as big as it was in my dream. I wish I knew if it was real or not.”

Clovis continues humping the girl’s hand. Kat removes one hand from him to feel the hard knot settled further below as she whips the shaft back and forth with the one still attached. She is getting real excited now by this, wanting to get the dog to orgasm. It is one thing to experience such a thing in a dream, but to see it happen in real life is something altogether spectacular. That is her hope at least. So she strokes him rapidly for what seems to be several minutes. Suddenly, the dog shoots his load all over her. He shoots several times and not only is she covered quickly, but she is amazed at how much cum comes out.

Kat gets up to get a cloth to clean up the mess on her, and the floor. On impulse, she dabs a finger in the sticky fluid that is on her face and licks it. It’s not nearly as salty as a guy’s, yet it has a different taste that she just cannot place. Never mind, it is a taste that is now registered in her brain as dog cum. Clovis sits down and begins to lick his cock. The red shaft disappears back into the furry sheath.

“You’re the first that I’ve ever fucked that finished himself off with his own tongue,” Kat says with a giggle. Then she cleans up, sits down and pours some more wine. “Son of a bitch,” she says in a high whisper. “I can’t believe that I just jacked off the dog. I jacked him off and it was ... fun. Damn, I wish I could remember if last night had been real or not.”

Suddenly Katharina feels the need to share this experience with someone who would understand, someone who can maybe guide her. The only one she can really talk to is Vicky, but her best friend didn’t come off as anywhere near understanding when Kat described her dream. With no one to share with, she pours herself some more wine. And after a few more glasses of the good stuff, Kat is soon drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, Kat feels a little bit guilty. It was just the wine. She tries to convince herself that this is the truth, but that all dissipates like fog when Clovis comes in and wags his tail. “Don’t get your hopes up. That was a one-time thrill for us. You stick to fucking dogs and I’ll stick to people.” Clovis just wags his tail and nuzzles her. Kat hugs the dog.

It’s not that what she did was wrong in her eyes—she just had no one to talk to about the experience. Vicky clearly thinks it’s gross. Her father certainly wouldn’t understand, not that that really matters. It would probably push the man over the edge and then her world would definitely come crumbling down and she would be like a chicken running around with its head cut off. No, it definitely wasn’t wrong that much is certain. For all she has done, and all the fantasies that she has dreamed, sex with a dog had never occurred to her. Now it seems that the door has been opened. Perhaps it is just the fact that it is terribly taboo. Perhaps it is just that she has become bored with her antics. Pissing off Silas Bucher has been fun, tormenting Ned a greater thrill. But perhaps the most frightening aspect of this is that it is something that is going to take her to new sexual pleasures.

Katharina decides to take the plunge into that world again. This time she will not have wine to blame it on, she will not reply on what was maybe real or just a dream. She has the definite intention to feel Clovis’ big cock once again. She will jerk him off and taste his slick cum. She will at last know that it is her that wants him more than a man without any influence from the rest of the world.

She quickly showers and slips on a robe. Then Kat grabs a handful of pillows and drags them out to the living room where she piles them on the floor before sitting down. She calls the dog over to her and he gladly comes over. She puts her arm around him, hugs him and pets him. Clovis licks her face in return and wags his tail. She slides her hand under his belly and begins feeling his firm cock inside its sheath. Kat runs her hand up and down the length of it before caressing his balls. They are large and hard and move in response to her gentle squeezing. While the same as any man, they are quite different. There is no big sagging bag, just taut skin holding two large golf balls.