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Subject: {ASSM} Dare Chapter 10 (repost) (Dog+/F, Consensual, BDSM elements) by Rachael Ross
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Story Codes: Dog+/F, Consensual, BDSM elements

Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved

Dare
by Rachael

Chapter 10

It was deep into winter, late January or maybe even February, I
didn't know, when I was out for my early morning toilet. My body was
working perfectly and I was as healthy as I'd ever been in my life,
despite spending many hours every day outside in the cold and damp of a
Washington winter. It rained a lot, and snowed often too, but only
rarely did the snow last more than a few days. Above us, in the hills
and mountains I could see the permanent snowline and the wind coming
down from the northeast was always freezing.

I would run though, pumping hot blood through my veins and enjoying the
sensations being outside always brought. I was strong and tough, with
lean muscles and calloused feet. It was cold, of course, and some days
I couldn't stay out as long as I'd have liked, mostly because my
Master would keep a sharp eye on me and call me reluctantly inside. And
then I'd warm myself in the fur of my brothers, pressing my feet and
hands against their bellies, pressing my red nose and cheeks between
their thighs. They didn't complain over this rough treatment, but
welcomed me and they'd lick and nuzzle my body until we were
wrestling and that was always fun.

When I'd first arrived I'd been weak and soft, little more than a
puppy, but now I could hold my own and our playing was often rough. I
used my hands, of course, which was the only real advantage I had, but
I was quick as well. My reflexes had improved and I learned to read my
brothers well, anticipating their movements and while I got my fair
share of scratches and bites, more often than not I could force any one
of them down, wrapping my legs around them as I pushed their heads up
and back, baring their throat to my teeth and I'd bite them hard, but
barely able to break the skin at all.

It was fun and exhausting and utterly exciting as we always ended up
mating soon after. I found that I enjoyed getting Bush on his back the
most because he always became excited when we wrestled. His long red
cock would slip from its sheath and stay hard, more often than not, so
that I could straddle him and press his cock into my sex. He would lay
there patiently, while I rode his penis and he would even let me kiss
him, which had become a new thing for us. I would lick his mouth and
slip my tongue over his sharp teeth, teasing him until he would chase
it into mine. His long tongue would lick and explore my mouth then, or
I would suck it until he jerked his head trying to free himself and
then come back for more. And all the while I would be fucking myself
silly on his penis.

Our Master enjoyed these games quite a lot and he'd taken to coming
into our room with his morning coffee and the paper, just relaxing
while we wrestled for his amusement. The room was well insulated and
warm and if there were a heaven on earth for dogs I think my brothers
and I would have agreed that we were living in it.

The one morning it was early when I went out, still very dark and it
had snowed during the night. I left my brothers sleeping, slipping
outside and sniffin the crisp air, feeling that little shock as I
stepped ankle deep through the hard, crispy surface of the snow. The
air was warm though, or at least there wasn't much of a wind, which I
appreciated.

I stretched briefly and it felt good like that, so I ran, which made it
even better. I'd grown to love exercising, as all dogs did, and
running across the uneven fields towards the stream was just enough to
speed up my heart and warm the blood in my veins. My breath left small
clouds of fog behind me and only wished I had real legs instead of
arms, so that I wouldn't have to run upright, which seemed awkward to
me.

I was washing myself in the stream, which had just a little ice forming
along the banks, where the water moved slowly. It was cold, of course,
and I rubbed my hands over my body briskly, spending most of my
attention on my sex and lower, washing my ass thoroughly. It was
stimulating and refreshing, not so much sexually as just naturally,
like I might have been the only person on the earth during those
moments, and not really a person at all, but a part of nature.

Then I caught his scent, just barely on a small breeze that came and
went so quickly I might have imagined it. He'd been careful, I knew,
trying to stay upwind, but the air was fickle and I'd found him. My
heart seemed to expand as it pumped harder and I felt my stomach
tighten, my legs tense and my hands had become fists without me
realizing it. I was crouched there, in the water, staring at a dense
thicket of leafless brush behind my right shoulder.

It took a second or two before I could discern him in the dim light. It
was very dark and the moon was but half-full and low in the western
sky, but there he was a shadow hiding in the shadows. It was his eyes
that gave him away, narrow slits of yellow and then the breeze picked
up again and I shivered from either the cold or more likely, his musky
scent that brought a flood of adrenaline, urging me to move.

I didn't turn quite towards him, but moved at an angle, keeping my
body low and my head down. I splashed softly and then stepped onto the
bank, moving slowly to be sure of my footing. My feet were getting a
little numb and any other morning I would have been on my way back home
by now, but I couldn't run, that would have been bad for many
reasons.

He moved with me and I heard more than saw the rustling branches and
shadows moved, so that I lost sight of him in the confusion. But he was
there, I could sense him now and I knew what he wanted. I growled
softly, not so much a warning as it was an invitation, rather like
teasing him for being so timid with me. It was a challenge as well,
telling him if he wanted me he'd have to take me, to prove his worth,
and when I heard his soft voice reply I took off, laughing silently
with my mouth open wide, grinning at this new and unexpected game.

My nipples were hard and burning against the cold morning, and steam
rose from my body as I flushed with excitement. I ran along the edge of
the fields, jumping and skipping on occasion, ducking quickly as my
reflexes worked to avoid branches and stones and fallen, half-hidden
logs from years long past. It was exhilarating and I no longer noticed
the morning chill or the snow under my feet. He was chasing me and I
wasn't running to safety.

When he leaped I'd heard it, the panting of his mouth and the soft
crunch of his paws in the snow, the rhythm of his gait as he ran after
me suddenly changed, and I dodged left, side stepping and bending my
body so that the wolf seemed to fly past me, his head turning and jaws
snapping at the air where my right shoulder had been a split second
before.

And then I was on him, springing before the animal even landed, so that
as he tried to turn I was falling onto his thickly furred back,
grabbing deep handfuls of hair and skin, my legs spread over his
hindquarters so that I scissored them instinctively, trying to lock my
ankles beneath his belly, between his powerful legs.

The wolf had been turning to his left, trying to stop himself, and my
momentum took us to his right so that he lost his balance completely
and I pulled him over. I was on my right side in the snow, and so was
the wolf now, with my legs around him and my hands digging into his
shoulders. The wolf's head turned left, his eyes red and furious and
filled with lust. I could feel his cock hard and expanding from its
sheath beneath my feet. I brought my right hand up quickly, sliding it
under the animal's chin and pressing with my palm, fingers wide and
spread to avoid his razor teeth. I pushed his head up as I brought my
own head down, finding the wolf's throat and I bite him there,
finding the thinnest part of his skin, tasting his hair and feeling his
flesh under my teeth.

He shook his head wildly, but I held him with all of my strength using
my position and weight for leverage, keeping the wolf on his side. I
held his head so that his long snout was pointed upward, his jaws
closed under the strain of my arm and hand. And I had his throat in my
mouth, for perhaps 20 seconds, long enough for the animal to know that
I'd had him, I could have killed him right then if I'd wanted,
ripped into his jugular and bathed in his blood.

It had been a quiet fight, with little more than grunts and soft
growls, but now the wolf gave a guttural whine, low and gravelly, but
distinctive and yielding. I let go of him with my teeth and then
relaxed my grip enough so that he could scramble away, if he wanted to.
Of course the wolf didn't move, not right away, he just lay there,
looking at me as we both panted for air.

He was the same animal that had taken me during the ceremony and he'd
tracked me down, probably some time ago, but with my three brothers
about everyday, he'd been unable to do little more than observe
carefully from a distance. Now we were together once more, and we'd
run and fought, and now I was feeling the need for more, the need to
give him what he'd come for. I stroked the animal gently, putting my
face next to his so that I could share his breath. I licked along his
muzzle, the tip of my tongue slipping along his teeth and a second
later his own long wet tongue found my cheeks and lips and nose.

I pushed him up and away, making room so that I could kneel in the snow
we'd disturbed, taking my position and eager for the animal to mount
me. I was hot inside and out and no part of me was numb or cold any
longer. The wolf looked around for a moment, sniffing the air and
whining softly until he was certain we were alone and then he was on
me, his hips moving as he stabbed his penis against me, searching for
the furnace of my cunt.

When he found it finally I gave a soft cry of please as my lover pushed
himself inside me entirely and began pumping his cock along the slick
confines of my sex. He was large, perhaps as large as my brothers, but
not nearly so fat as them. He was lean and hungry and smelled of a
fresh kill, perhaps a rabbit from the night before.

He was scratching me, fucking me much as he had before, unwilling to
take his own weight, but rather gripping my hips with his paws, gouging
my flesh as he struggled to keep his balance. I was shivering and
shaking and pushing myself back. I'd gown so excited by our chase and
short violent contest that I was cumming very nearly as soon as the
wolf had entered me. My arms felt weak as I braced myself up, arching
my back and pushing to keep my thighs vertical under the animal's
weight.

As he fucked me the wolf's knot was already inside and it began
swelling quickly, expanding to stretch and fill my cunt without the
usual pressure of being forced between my greasy labia. That was new
for me and another sensation designed to push me headlong into orgasm.
The wolf growled as I sagged briefly, changing the angle of his attack
on my sensitive womb and the long tapered head of his prick pressed
against the pillow of my cervix, making me gasp and roll my hips
instinctively, wanting more of that painful pleasure.

He was close to cumming, the animal's strokes becoming shorter and
more rapid as the knot had grown large enough to lock us completely
together. It could move only a small bit either way and the feeling was
every bit as intense as I remembered from the dreamlike ceremony so
many months before. He dropped his head onto my shoulder, licking at my
hair and my burning skin beneath, and then he was cumming, his hot
sperm shooting deep inside me and bringing another climax that made me
scream.

An owl suddenly flew into life a few dozen yards away and I was only
barely able to realize that I'd been making a lot of noise, more
noise than I should have been. The wolf was still cumming when he
pushed himself off my back, turning awkwardly on his hinged cock so
that we were butt to butt with his penis still deep inside me. We could
hear my brothers barking, calling for me in the distance and the wolf
growled softly, the fur on his shoulders rising.

It would be bad, I knew if we were discovered like this. The other dogs
would attack and the wolf would be hard pressed to defend himself even
if he weren't locked up with me. I might be able to stop them, but I
doubted it, and all I could do was hope that the swelling of the
wolf's knotted muscle would go down quickly.

The good news was that we were away from where I usually bathed, and on
the opposite side of the stream, making it harder for my brothers to
track me. There was little wind and brush was thick as well, and we
were low in the shadows. The sun had not yet risen, and wouldn't for
some time. It was still dark enough that the wolf and I were invisible
from any reasonable distance. A human would have to step on us before
he'd know we were there, and a dog's eyesight is really not that
much better; scent and sound was what would give us away. Especially
the smell of our mating which would carry a long ways should even a
small breeze pick us up.

They were near the stream now, all three of the dogs, barking excitedly
and wondering why I wasn't answering. The wolf and I were barely a
hundred yards away, probably less than that on a direct line, and my
mate was looking around nervously, tugging at the knot lodged in my
cunt so hard that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I said
nothing though, not even a small growl of protest, I just endured his
impatience as he tested our predicament every few seconds until with a
distinct and very uncomfortable pressure the knot squeezed out of me,
like it was turning my sex inside out.

But he was free finally and he gave me a quick look before moving
quickly into the darkness and back up into the hills surrounding us. I
let out my breath slowly, not quite realizing that I'd been holding
it against the pain, and reached down to feel my pussy. I was sore and
my flesh seemed swollen and misshapen somehow. Sperm and other juices
from our mating were running from me and I rose to my feet slowly,
making my way back to my brothers who were circling the opposite bank.

They were unhappy with me, I could tell, because they could smell the
wolf on me and as they sniffed my cunt they growled and yelped, taking
only brief licks to satisfy themselves that I'd mated with a
stranger. I was getting cold again and by the time I'd reached the
house my feet were very cold, so that it hurt when I tried to warm them
with my hands. I was uncomfortable for several hours like that, wrapped
in the quilts, still unwashed as I wanted to savor the feeling of the
wolf's sperm inside me. My brothers ignored me, however, and so I was
ignoring them as well, although I desperately wanted to feel them close
to me.

I wanted to tell them also about my experience, how I'd fought the
wolf and beaten him. I felt a great sense of pride in that, but there
are no sounds so specific in the tongue of dogs, only the sharp barking
of victory that could mean almost anything really. But it was in me,
that victory, and when our Master arrived with our breakfast I dared
speak with him for the first time in 6 months without being first
addressed by him.

"I fought him..." I said weakly from my bed, my voice cracking
slightly and my heart pounding, excited at the thought of speaking and
fearful that my Master would be angered about it.

He glanced at me, perhaps unsure that he'd heard me.

"The wolf..." I licked my lips and cleared my throat. "He
was..." I had to search for the right words, "...waiting for me, by
the stream."

"The wolf?" My Master sounded puzzled and he walked over while my
brothers ate quickly, filling the room with the sounds of it.

"From the...thing, the place before..." I couldn't think of the
word ceremony and I frowned. "The wolf who mated with me, he was
here."

My Master squatted down next to me and he opened the quilt I was
wrapped in slowly until he could see the scratches on my body. Several
of them were deep and caked with dried blood, and I ached there. My sex
too was tender and I spread my legs slightly, as if offering proof,
showing my Master that I'd been recently fucked and treated roughly
when the wolf had pulled out of me.

"Shit, what happened to you, Dare?" He asked, touching my face and
pressing his palm to my forehead. "You're burning up."

"The wolf, I fought him. He chased me and we fought and I beat
him." I smiled and I know my eyes were shining as I relived the
experience. "He chased me," I repeated, "and I had his throat. I
took him, I beat him, and then he took me."

I felt like I was talking nonsense and none of the words I wanted to
say were coming from my lips. I just kept saying the same things over
and over, hoping my Master would understand how I felt. I'd proven
myself, I thought, I'd done something special, fighting a wolf in the
dead of winter, in the dark and distant wood. Any one of my brothers
would have lost that fight, I thought, they could not have taken the
wolf, not like that, not alone. But I had and I was trying to explain
that when I fell asleep.

end Ch.10
rache696@yahoo.com

Chapter 11 will follow as soon as possible.
Thanks for reading. -rr

http://www.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm

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