Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: matt@raphael.demon.co.uk (Matt Fox-Wilson)
Subject: Impact (M, dog, rom)
Date: Sat, 6 Aug 1994 01:44:01 GMT

				Impact

	The ringing of the phone woke him from the half-sleep of the
paperwork. His hand reached down automatically, picked up the receiver
and his voice worked of it's own accord. `Sanders.' He was tired and
it showed in his voice.

	In stark contrast, the female voice that replied was crisp and
clear. `Mr. Sanders? Jonathan Sanders?'

	`Yes, what can Impact do for you?' He hated calls like this.
It was probably some prim and proper secretary calling for some big
suited boss who wanted some info on market prices...

	`This is the police, Mr. Sanders.'

	He woke up. All of a sudden the sleep was gone from his eyes.

	`I'm afraid we've just had a call from your next door
neighbour Mr. Sanders. It appears that your house has been burgled.
Apparently the alarm failed to go off and they got in through the... '

	He wasn't listening. Some people have trouble with news like
that, they block it out and it doesn't sink in for a long while. With
Sanders it had gone straight in and his thoughts were clear. It's just
that his thoughts weren't concerned with the house, or his
possessions...

	`Apparently they used a crowbar to open it... I'm told the
television is gone.'

	Had they hurt her? Had she tried to stop them? She should
have... Oh god, she would have... When he snapped out of his thought
he snapped into the receiver, `And Impact?'

	The voice on the other end of the phone went momentarily
silent. `Impact?'

	`Yes... She should have been in the house... ' The panic in
his voice was obvious and had woken some of his workmates from their
terminals too. A general look of concern passed among them.

	There was a whispering on the other end of the phone, all the
could hear was a quick mention of her name. `Ah... the dog... '

	His pounding heart sank, it was almost a physical feeling. Her
voice didn't bode well. It hinted at some sort of loss... `Yes?'

	There was another pause. `Well the neighbour said she heard
barking but it stopped a few seconds after it started. Um, there's no
sign of her I'm afraid... '

	Car trips usually did wonders for Sanders. He would sit in the
car and watch the scenery going by, dreaming about being out in the
open all the while, wishing he could fly... It was fortunate for him
that he lived on the edges of the city and near the open country,
without it, well let's just say that he'd have gone mad long ago.

	Unfortunately however, this trip was not going as planned.
Instead of gazing at the scenery and taking his time his foot was hard
o the floor (a voice in the back of his head kept shouting `too fast'
but he ignored it) and his eyes were fixed on the road ahead. The
first five minutes of the trip saw him with a look of grim
determination on his face, the traffic that tried to get in his way
was greeted with a frustrated beeping, soon got the message and got
out of his way. It was as he hit the open spaces that a small tear
formed in the corner of his eye and began its route down his face.

	This was where he had found her, or if not here a place very
much like here. He remembered it quite vividly now although he hadn't
thought much about it for the last year or so...

	Picture the scene, Sanders out about two years ago driving
along the open road. A brilliant sunset has just begun and the sky is
lit orange and red. He is driving along happily staring out at his
surrounds when there is a loud noise from his front tires. The car
goes wild, the steering becomes heavy and it is all he can do to keep
it from veering into the fences at the sides of the road. He pulls to
a stop and gets out.

	Sanders slowed the car as he reached the spot he was sure he
had been when he had found her. It had just dawned on him that if she
was gone his hurrying would not help. He stopped by the side of the
road and got out. This was it. He remembered the hills, the ditch
behind the fences. And there in the ditch, proving that this was the
spot, there was the sharp piece of metal that had caused his tires to
blow... In an effort to keep the tears back he clambered over the
fence and retrieved the metal from the ditch, best not to leave it
where it could do further harm...

	He had stopped the car before hitting the fence and got out to
find some idiot's exhaust had ripped itself apart here and left a
piece of rusted metal on the road. The damage to the tires was such
that he would have to get the spare from the trunk... It was as his
head was obscured from the road and his hands busy opening the tire's
compartment that he heard the other car pull up. By the time he had
managed to free himself from the tangled mess of jump leads and extra
fan belts that he kept with the tires and managed to lift his head
above the level of the trunk, it was obvious that the other car had
not pulled up to help him.

	It had come to a stop about 100 yards up the road. The sun was
vanishing rapidly and all he could make out was that the car was white
in color. There was a sudden light within as the door was opened and a
figure got out. It moved to the rear end and opened it up, saying
something Sanders couldn't quite hear to the occupant. The figure
stepped back and then, in the light coming from within, Sanders saw
who it was he had been encouraging. A dog, nothing more... It was
impossible at this distance and in this light to identify breed, all
he could make out was that the dog was white/grey and looked wolfish
to some extent. It hopped out of the car and followed the figure who
closed the car up behind it and retrieved from his pocket what looked
in the darkness like a stick.

	Sanders put down the things he had been fiddling with and
watched in interest. It was a bit unusual to be taking a dog out to
play fetch out here and at this time of night...

	The figure raised its arm and hurled the stick into the field
by the side of the road, making encouraging noises to the dog who
bounded after it eagerly.

	Still intrigued by this, Sanders stepped out from behind the
car and was about to shout out a greeting to the figure when he
suddenly realised what was going on.

	As soon as the dog had spent some time clearing the fence and
was half way in to the field, ignoring anything but the chase for the
stick, the figure turned rapidly and jumped back in to the car. The
door was slammed and the light inside went off, making it impossible
to see what was going on. Not that the light was needed mind as the
car pulled away from the side of the road just as the dog returned
from the field carrying the stick.

	Sanders stood watching dumbfounded... They didn't stop, they
were leaving it there. He felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach as
the dog began to chase after the car, tail still held high, it seemed
that it believed this to be another game. Sanders started to walk
after it, watching as it ran faster to try and catch the car and then
slow as the vehicle vanished over a hill and was gone. Sanders was
walking slowly now, shocked by what he had seen, a sadness building
inside him as he thought of betrayed trust... The poor animal...

	The dog turned and looked around for any sign of the people
who had been in the car... Maybe they were still here? Then, seeing
that they were not, it bounded after them along the road.

	Slowly Sanders accelerated to a run, increasing in speed until
he was running flat out after the dog and still not managing to keep
up with it. He was just about to give up when he heard a dull thud
from just over the crest of the hill, a loud yelp and moments later
saw a black car speed over the hill and on past him. His legs
recovered quickly and he ran as fast as he could until he saw what had
happened. The dog was lying to one side of the road. It was still
breathing but only just. The stick it had been carrying lay to one
side of it and its mouth was hanging open, tongue lolling. He came to
a halt next to it and crouched down to see if he could see what the
damage had been...

	The dog turned out to be a bitch. And she appeared to be
something like a husky. At the moment though the focus of his
attention lay upon a red stain that sat upon the grey/white of her
fur.

	Sanders opened his eyes as he sat at the side of the road. He
could remember taking her to his car and covering her with a blanket,
repairing the tires as quickly as he could manage and speeding to a
vet. He remembered being told that she was going to be okay, he
remembered crying as he was told, and then naming her, naming her
Impact, it had seemed oddly appropriate. He wiped the tears from his
face and returned to the car. The rest of the journey was spent just
thinking about her. Nursing her back to health, growing to love her
more and more, and then the realisation that she meant more to him
than a mere pet... It had been a hard thing to admit to himself, but
he had been helped by her constant love and the attention she paid
him. Through the rest of the journey he could only think to himself,
gone...