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A Dog's Perspective
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)

***

A short story from the point of view of the dog. Bruce 
helps his master who is having an affair. (MF, beast)

***

Bruce heard the jingle of his lead. He cocked an ear to 
see if it had been an accidental brush by one of the 
people causing it to jiggle or if it was the promise of 
a walk. Nobody came through the door to the living room 
and he didn’t hear the lead again. Assuming it had been 
an accident, Bruce laid his head back down on his paws 
and resumed watching the baby crawling around the 
carpeted floor.

He was bored. The black box in the corner with a 
silvery screen that showed sometimes, other animals, 
sometimes other dogs, but never with any smell other 
than of heated electrical wires, was flickering to its 
self with the volume turned down. Bruce kept an eye on 
the child. 

It had recently developed a liking for his fur; pulling 
it painfully any time he was careless enough to get too 
close. For a small puppy sized infant, its grip was 
amazingly strong. He had lost a fair amount of the 
precious coat to the sticky fingers of the human puppy. 
The child seemed to be content at the moment, stuffing 
a plastic toy into its mouth and gurgling in the back 
of its throat.

Bruce’s ears pricked up again. He had heard the lead 
again and also his masters voice calling to him to 
come. Bruce didn’t understand the noises that these 
human partners made. They have an infinite number of 
unintelligible sounds, but occasionally, some were 
directed at him. 

Usually, Bruce could get an idea of what was required 
from the inflections. Popular ones involved him sitting 
at the edge of a blacktopped trail that had mechanical 
metal projectiles hurtling along them. He knew that 
these forms of transportation were dangerous and should 
be avoided at all costs unless you were in one. 

At those times, smells swished past his nose almost too 
fast for him to recognize them. But, the exhilaration 
of the wind being forced up his nose and over his 
sinuses was a thrill that he loved to have.

BRUCE, HERE!

He recognised the call of his master and nosed his way 
out of the sitting room and into the hall. The two-
legged man was dangling his lead from one hand and 
buttoning a garment over his other garments. Bruce 
yipped at the promise of a walk, or even maybe, a ride 
in the transporter that was outside the home kennel in 
a smaller kennel of its own.

His lead was clipped on to the hide collar that had 
been around his neck now for many years. Bruce had 
learned to ignore the way it rucked up his fur and 
chaffed at the delicate skin underneath. He had also 
got used to the pull of the lead if he stopped to check 
out the state of the neighbouring dogs by the smells 
and scents left as messages by his fellow pets.

It was to be a walk after all. This would inevitably 
take him to the park that had a few trees, but was 
mostly grass. This was okay in his thinking, but he 
always held a guard up because some of the other 
visitors to the park were not friendly and would rather 
bite than play. He had made acquaintance with some of 
the regular visitors and learned to avoid those who had 
not been interested in playing tag. It seemed that most 
of the other dogs had been made infertile, both bitches 
and dogs, making them less interesting to check out. 
Their aromas of sexual readiness stifled leaving only 
the condition and health as indicators of their moods.

They arrived at the park after walking for ten minutes 
through the suburban streets. Bruce could hardly 
contain himself. Wanting to be released from the 
confines of the lead to dash off and run until his legs 
trembled from the exertion. A quick look around didn’t 
show any of the dogs he knew. 

In fact, there were very few people at the park and 
only one or two dogs that he didn’t know, but that was 
okay too, because he would be able to chase around and 
not have to worry whose territory he was invading.

Let off the lead, he took to his feet and raced across 
the grass. Champion runner he thought; just let me 
catch a sniff of a squirrel to add to the sheer fun of 
being a dog. 

Some time later, when he had reached a point were 
running had lost its initial appeal; he sought out his 
master and trotted back. He was talking to another 
person, a female of the species, but not the lady of 
his kennel. Bruce eventually reached them and thought 
to make his acquaintance by sliding along the leg of 
his master. 

The female was first to acknowledge him though and he 
allowed her to stroke his head and the back of his 
neck. She said something to his master in those 
guttural noises they made, and petted him some more. 
His master however, ignored him and continued to talk, 
if that is what it was, to the female.

Bruce decided to check her out and put his nose to 
work. She had a sweet alcohol based smell about her. 
Bruce recognised it as perfume that the females put on 
themselves, probably to disguise their smell. She was 
not a dog person. Bruce could detect no smell of canine 
about her. 

He could detect an undertone to her, a slight muskiness 
that signified she was sexually receptive, but not on 
heat. He followed them to a wooden bench were they sat 
down. Bruce, needing to recover from his excursions, 
lay under the bench and snoozed. His need to run off 
the laziness of home life was satisfied for now.

He must have fallen asleep he decided, because he woke 
with pheromones registering in his brain. Bruce lifted 
his nose and opened his eyes to see just where these 
sexual signals were coming from. They weren’t canine, 
but were easily identifiable as a transmitted need and 
willingness to mate.

The aroma was coming from the female who was still 
sitting next to his master. They had shifted from 
sitting side by side facing out, to looking at each 
other half turned toward the other. 

The people, oblivious of him, continued to talk, both 
emitting sexual messages by their smells, but seeming 
to ignore them. Bruce had long ago figured that these 
animals called humans had lost the power to detect 
smell, probably because they covered themselves with 
chemical solutions that masked body odours.

But, perhaps not this time. Bruce could feel, almost 
tangibly, the tenseness between these two. They were 
touching their paws together and then Bruce saw them 
touch their mouths briefly. Bruce yawned to clear the 
mixed messages from his sinuses and got up to relieve 
his bladder against a litterbin.

BRUCE. HERE!

Bruce trotted over to them and had his lead put back 
on. The people got up and began to walk to the exit 
gates of the park. He was happy to lope along at their 
pace on the left side of his master who was still 
making noises with the female. When they left the park, 
instead of turning towards the home kennel, they turned 
in the opposite direction. This was unfamiliar to 
Bruce, but he went along with it, figuring that his 
master knew what he was doing.

After a little while, they stopped in front of a tall 
brown building. One of several kennels stacked on top 
of each other. The female was climbing up the stairs 
that led to a large glass and wooden door. She was 
fishing around in a bag for something, and then laughed 
as she found a small brass object and inserted it into 
the door and gave a twist.

Bruce was aware that his master was sweating a little 
and he detected a little fear from the aroma of him. 
Bruce started to feel a little apprehensive. If his 
master was feeling unsettled, then so would he. 

Without warning, the master started to climb the steps 
as well and entered the door that the female was 
holding open for him. They followed her up a couple of 
flights of wooden stairs that led to floors inside the 
building. Noises could be heard from behind doors that 
were either side of the landing were the stairs 
stopped. 

So many smells invaded Bruce’s nose but he had no time 
to check them out. Some he recognised immediately as 
food, but other had chemical bases that certainly were 
not natural. He could hear children in various stages 
of moods from happy to angry, but again, he had no time 
to investigate because his master was almost dragging 
him along behind the female.

She stopped in front of a door and inserted another of 
the brass objects into this one and gave a twist. The 
door opened into a neat little kennel, they all entered 
into it, Bruce bringing up the rear.

His master sat on a really comfortable looking settee 
while the female went into another room, all the while 
making noises. Bruce heard her making a drink. He liked 
the liquid they called tea, but hated the one they 
called coffee. She came back with two cups of tea.

Bruce lost interest in listening to them making noises 
and lay down by the side of the settee. Soon he was 
sleeping and dreaming of chasing a squirrel.

It was a noise that woke him up again. The two humans 
had their mouths pressed together and their hands were 
under the clothing they insisted on wearing. The noise 
had been an intake of breath from her. 

Bruce checked them over and identified the acrid smell 
of raging hormones mixed with pheromones. It was 
obvious that they would copulate, but seemed to be in 
no hurry. Bruce could never understand why these 
animals took so long to get to the best part. 

His experiences with a bitch was usually to check out 
her readiness, take in her aroma, taste her, then go to 
work in an effort to impregnate her with his seed. This 
entire preamble was boring and quite unnecessary in his 
thinking.

It took them some time, but eventually, they managed to 
have sex. She had screamed all the way through it and 
then, when it was done, sighed in contentment, lying on 
the carpeted floor with their legs entwined. Bruce had 
tried to ignore the act. It didn’t really interest him, 
but her screams had driven him almost mad, striking a 
discordant note in his brain. He almost howled his own 
song in sympathy.

His master eventually rose up, leaving the female on 
the floor and walked to another room. To be friendly, 
and only to be friendly, Bruce went to the female and 
gave her a check over. Making sure she was okay. She 
stroked his head and sighed again. He took in the musky 
smell that humans have after sex and noted her 
readiness to go again. 

She was still a mess though and to help her get ready 
for his master, Bruce decided to clean her up by 
licking off the semen that was leaking from her little 
furred place. The taste was quite nice he thought and 
licked her more. He could hear her moaning again and 
became aware that her readiness for sex was mounting, 
as was her heat in this centre of sex.

Suddenly, she grabbed his head with her hands and 
forced his muzzle into her mound while writhing around 
and screaming again. This frightened Bruce a little and 
he tried to pull back from her sex, but she was far too 
strong. Bruce got a nose full of her liquid that still 
had some of his master’s semen mixed in it. Just after 
she had covered his nose and mouth with her juice, she 
let his head go and groaned.

GOOD BOY! The master had been watching from behind and 
Bruce hadn’t heard him. Bruce liked this mixture of 
sounds; it meant that he had pleased his master, 
something he always tried desperately to do. He bent 
his head into her crotch again and started to lick her 
furry mound, separating the lips of her sex and 
cleaning her thoroughly. 

It didn’t take very long before she started to wriggle 
against his tongue as he lapped at her. Without any 
warning, her hand found his sheathed cock. Gently 
rubbing it up and down. Bruce wasn’t entirely certain 
about this. The feeling was pleasurable, but it was 
something that had never happened to him before. He 
backed off, but she gripped him a little tighter and 
stroked his head with her other hand, coaxing his nose 
back to her sex while she made encouraging sounds from 
deep in her throat.

Bruce’s own needs started to overwhelm him. The 
ministrations of her hand had brought him to a raging 
hard on that threatened to explode over her fingers. 
His cock was now throbbing outside of its protective 
sheath. Blood pumped to the organ and a little precum 
oozed out of the end. Bruce could feel the pressure 
mounting in his loins and the need to fuck a bitch was 
becoming intolerable.

She moved around and took his cock into her mouth. 
Fearing he was going to be bitten, Bruce jumped back 
with a yelp of surprise. Again, she soothed him with 
stroking and calming noises. Gradually, Bruce allowed 
her to lick his still hard cock. Then she took him in 
her mouth. 

His unease gave way to pleasure. Her mouth was warm and 
soft. No sharp teeth to give him any cause to worry. 
Her throat accepted his length and her movements were 
staring to get him close to the point of ejaculation. 
Instinctively, he started to thrust, driving his cock 
into her mouth and getting ever closer. But, she pulled 
him out, leaving him panting with lust for the bitch. 
She pushed him away and began to use her hands on her 
sex, rubbing furiously until she screamed and covered 
her hands with her own wetness.

Bruce’s master had sat down to watch the show on the 
settee. He knelt down and gently turned her over onto 
her front. Bruce watched, wondering what was to happen 
next. It was plainly obvious to his nose that she 
wanted to rut. Wanted to be filled with either him or 
his master. He didn’t know what to do and whined his 
frustration.

At the sound of his whine, his master turned to him and 
made reassuring noises, but this did little to pacify 
Bruce. The reassuring noises carried on while his 
master was rubbing the female’s sex, inserting fingers 
into the depths of her body. She was screaming again 
and her actions become more insistent. 

Bruce took the time to clean the semen leakage from 
himself and waited to see what would happen next. He 
had never thought about fucking another species, but 
now he had been aroused, it no longer mattered, he just 
needed to get himself off and she was very willing.

After a little while, his master stopped fingering the 
woman who had stopped screaming now, but was making 
slight whimpering noises. His master got up leaving her 
with her rear end hoisted in the air and her head on 
the floor. Bruce sniffed her sex to see how ready she 
was. Her juice had made the floor wet and had soaked 
her fur, but she was not quite ready to accept him. 

He licked her sex, her anus, tasting her wetness and 
loving the musk of her secret places. It didn’t take 
too long before her readiness reached its crescent. 
Bruce mounted her, wrapping his forelegs around her 
waist, while his cock quested for her sex. 
Frustratingly, her shape and his was making this 
difficult and he couldn’t quite get his throbbing cock 
to find the entrance to her.

His master must have realised the problem because he 
grabbed Bruce’s swollen organ and guided him to the 
entrance of her soaked cunt. With no further aid 
needed, Bruce slid himself into her and began to fuck 
in earnest. 

She started to scream again as the head of his organ 
met with the neck of her womb. Bruce’s thrusts were 
driving him deeper into her and he could feel his knot 
swelling, forcing the sheath completely out of the way. 
He adjusted his position a little and was rewarded by 
the feeling of his knot sinking into her moistened sex, 
passing her relaxed muscles and then gripped by the 
same muscles as he began to reach the crescendo of his 
performance.

Then it happened. His seed shot from him and liberally 
coated her womb and cervix with hot streams of 
pressurized dog cum. She writhed on his stuck organ and 
shouted her own release. He could feel her inner 
muscles working his cock, milking the last drop from 
him. 

He wanted to pull away, but her sex held him fast and 
wouldn’t let him go. His hind legs trembled from the 
exertion and scratched at the carpeted floor in an 
effort to drive him further into her and support his 
body that was relying entirely on her to stay upright. 
He had to stand and in trying to dismount, managed to 
turn around so they were facing opposite ways. This 
position triggered his finale release and the main load 
spurted into her eager cunt.

Eventually, his erection and her muscles relaxed enough 
for him to slide out. An amount of their fluids came 
with the removal of his organ along with a popping 
noise. Bruce cleaned her and was elated to be given a 
huge hug from the grateful female.

Bruce had fucked a human for the first time. To him it 
was something a bit strange and he enjoyed the 
gratification of unleashing semen into this woman. It 
wasn’t the same as having a bitch in heat because the 
smell was missing that excited him as a dog, but the 
amount of gratified petting after was quite special. 

For that reason, he was quite happy to go along with it 
on the occasions they met this female again. He 
couldn’t understand the opposite reaction from his 
mistress when he quested her sex at home. She would 
smack his nose and make unpleasant noises. He soon 
learned that it could only happen with this one female 
who he associated with the park.

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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