Chapter 6

July was a good month for me, the best yet by far. It was hot outside and I turned dark all over, coffee colored, with just a bit of cream and a lot of sugar. My hair was longer than it had been in a long time, since I'd been a child really, and it was a thick black mass falling over my shoulders. I had muscles under my skin, hard and lean muscles that worked effortlessly as I ran with my mates. I had small scratches, the occasional scrape and bruise, but largely I was as comfortable naked and outdoors as I'd ever been clothed in my old apartment. I spent most of my time outside and careless of everything but the fun I could have with my mates and our Master on those occasions when he would walk the fields with us.

Usually though it was just us dogs, running loose and chasing rabbits, or wrestling around in the warm sunshine. I was completely comfortable being naked by then, as I said, and I hadn't even thought about myself in such terms for a month or more. I never spoke except as a dog and I'd grown accustomed to it, not feeling the loneliness that I'd suffered during the first few weeks. It had been hard at first, the lack of communication with another person, much harder than you might appreciate. It made for a strange sense of isolation, although I was never truly alone. My three companions were with me always, but I hadn't learned their tongue yet, so it was difficult. But by the time July began to heat up I'd long since forgotten any suffering I'd had.

"Heeeey ... Nice dog ... Here boy..."

"Careful, dude. That's a big dog, man!"

"He's cool ... Come on boy. Come here..."

I could hear voices, two boys it sounded like, which was strangely out of place. I was lying in the tall grass with Barley and Bandy, all three of us relaxing and I guessed that whoever those guys were they'd spotted Bush, who always enjoyed flushing the bushes. We were on the edge of our Master's property, and it was fenced, but only with a single strand of wire. He kept only a few animals, a horse that he rode occasionally, and some chickens, so there was no real need of fences.

Bush was barking then, loud and not so much angry as annoyed. He knew that no one should be out there and it confused him a little, I think. Bandy and Barley were already up, having lifted their heads as soon as we'd heard the voices and I was getting up too, because Bandy especially could be a little too aggressive.

"Whoa! Oh shit, man ... There's three of 'em!"

"I told you, dude. This guy's got some mean dogs!"

"Let's get out of here!"

They were nervous now and a little frightened, confronted with three huge dogs. Bush, the smallest, was probably a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, and as I found out from Master shortly after arriving, they were all bred from a Mastiff father and a mother who was half St Bernard and half something else, Great Dane maybe, which gave them their size and handsome features. They had great personality too, gentle and caring, but of course they didn't show that to anyone but our Master, and to me.

"Don't..." I said, and my voice cracked a little since I hadn't tried to speak, let alone yell in some time. "Don't run."

I was walking quickly and growling at Bandy and Barley to stay close, but I doubted they'd listen to me. Bandy was the leader and I knew he'd do whatever he wanted to, and if the boys tried to run that would only excite him more. But he cocked his head to look at me when he'd heard me speaking human, which I suppose reminded him that I was something more than just his bitch. Dogs tend to think a little different than people do and sometimes that's good, other times confusing, even to me. Whatever Bandy was thinking, he at least decided to stay close to me, and so Barley did the same. Bush was still a ways off, barking loudly and his ears were flat, head down and teeth bared.

The two boys, who were Native Americans and maybe 15 or 16 years old, had stopped moving and now they stood there nervously, watching me and the other two dogs as we waded through the high grass. I guess it must have been something strange for them, seeing a girl like me, naked and walking around like a petite Mother Nature or something, maybe one of those nymphs that used to live in Greece and turn people into trees.

That thought made me smile and it was just luck, but my reaction helped the boys relax a little maybe. They had long black hair and handsome features, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. They still glanced nervously at Bush, but mostly followed me with their brown eyes wide open.

"Who are you?" one of them asked when I was maybe a dozen feet away. He tried to look at my face, but mostly he was looking at my breasts and lower, down at my clean shaven sex which was swollen and dripping dog sperm, since I'd mated with Barley not half an hour before.

"Dare," I said slowly and my tongue felt thick in my mouth. "I'm Dare. You, uh ... You should leave."

"Yeah. Come on, dude!" The other one liked looking at my pussy too, but he was watching Bush closely. "Let's get out of here."

His friend was ignoring him though. "Dare? What kind of name is that?" the boy asked, smiling just a little and Bush took a step closer so that he stopped smiling. "You live around here?"

"Over there." I didn't point or anything. "You better go, okay? We don't like you. You're not supposed to be here."

I hadn't really meant to say we didn't like them, but we didn't really. They were strangers and they smelled funny. I could sense them on the wind now that I was closer. I'd found that my hearing and sense of smell were improving, or maybe not really getting better, just less cluttered maybe so they were working as good as a girl's could. I didn't like the smell of those two boys, not because it was a bad smell, it wasn't, but it was a different smell. One that didn't belong.

"Yeah, we know," the other guy was saying, tugging his friend's sleeve until they were both leaving finally with long backward looks over their shoulder at us.

I walked over to Bush, who was satisfied and happy with himself for running the trespassers off. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down with a laugh. He was so big he could have refused me, but they rarely did. I was pretty strong anyway though, so it would have been a good wrestle.

The other two dogs sat down and watched as I urged Bush to mount me. I'd become so horny suddenly, it was strange. Being seen by those two boys, speaking with them, even to tell them to leave, had been exciting. My heart had been pumping hard and I'd gotten a good shot of adrenaline confronting strangers and wondering if there might be a fight, but reasonably certain there wouldn't be. It was more an instinctive thing, I think, the way confrontation excites any good dog. And it made me horny as hell too.

"Uhhh ... Mmmm..." I moaned, wiggling my ass and pushing back as Bush pushed his extended cock into my sex easily. He went all the way in, although his penis was still growing so that with each thrust he reached deeper and deeper until he was nudging my cervix with the oddly pointed tip. That was always good, but a little uncomfortable too, like a mixed blessing of pleasure and pain. It was unavoidable though, because I was so small compared to the others, and I'd long since learned that the discomfort was okay because it was going to be washed away in a moment or two.

I came a lot when we mated, especially outside where I could dig my fingers into the rich brown earth and rest my head on cool soft grass. I could smell the dogs, especially Bush who was holding me tight, his rough paws along my waist and hips as he hunched over me. He liked to fuck me for a few minutes and then slip off, leaving me with a teasing empty feeling while he sniffed and took a lick of my quivering cunt, pulled loose and dripping. Then he'd mount me again, fucking me hard until he pulled out again. It could be agonizingly good like that, but frustrating too, and especially if I was in the middle of an orgasm. He could make me cry sometimes when he suddenly stopped fucking me.