It
hurt
.
She trembled and lowered herself, long golden fur brushing the leaves and wet grass covering the small hill. She crawled with her legs splayed. Ashamed but unable to contain herself. She whined quietly as the cold dew eased the burning between her back legs. She pulled herself, rubbing her engorged pink sex along the ground.
It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
A few cars passed on the nearby street but the little town was sleepy as Fall settled in. The sun was a faded yellow on the horizon, struggling to provide warmth through the cold evening.
The cold didn't touch her and not because of her thick fur coat.
She stood and licked her muzzle, head low until her legs stopped trembling. Her tail wagged and the brush of the fur against her sex made her growl in frustration. People walked in the distance and she looked up, her floppy ears twitching. She thought briefly about joining them. Walking among them on two legs but she knew herself and knew how hard it'd be to contain her urges. And their complex societal rules still confused her.
Instead, she paced. Back and forth, back and forth. Frustrated. Trying to think through the throbbing in her head. Licking the drool from her thick black lips as her breath puffed out into the chill night air. Back and forth. Back and forth.
---
Tony buckled the high visibility vest to his chest, smoothing it over his long-sleeved shirt. A road bike lay lightly against his hip while he finished getting ready for his ride. His co-workers streamed out of the building behind him and told him to have a safe ride, as they always did. He waved to them as he mounted his bike and pedaled off.
The road was mostly empty as the young man biked home. His long, lean, tanned legs worked effortlessly as he wove along the road. He breathed deeply and hummed a random beat, matching it to the blinking red light attached to the front of his bike.
Movement ahead on the side of the road drew the man's attention and he slowed. A golden retriever seemed to be wandering the sidewalk. He watched it for a moment and then looked around for its owner. Seeing nobody and noticing the obvious distress the poor dog was in, he pulled up to the sidewalk and then stopped.
"Hey boy," he called out, dragging his bike onto the sidewalk. The dog stopped and took a tentative step backward, it's head bowed and tail lowered. Tony lay his bike carefully down on the ground. "Awww, I'm not going to hurt you. Where's your owner, huh? Where's your owner, boy?"
The dog came to him slowly. Carefully. One step. Two. Sniffing the air a moment before getting closer. Tony looked around again, waiting for someone to come out and yell at him for messing with their dog. But, it was a small town he couldn't remember anyone near here with a golden retriever.
"Come on," Tony said gently, holding his hand out. He was tall, over six feet, and so he crouched to make himself look less imposing. He noticed no collar as it crept closer. "I won't hurt you. Just want to see if someone owns you."
The young man waited patiently but, soon, the dog was close enough to sniff his outstretched hand. He smiled encouragingly at it.
"Yeah, that's it, good boy," Tony told the dog when it licked his hand. Its tail wagged tentatively and he slowly reached forward to scratch it behind the ears. "Aww, poor thing, you're shaking. Huh. No collar? Are you a stray? Your coat's all messy so maybe."
The dog moved forward, pressing itself between the young man's legs and he rocked back on his heels with a laugh. He ruffled the dog's neck as it smelled him.
"Well," Tony said, standing. The dog whined up at him with large eyes. Its tail was low and it pressed itself against his legs. "You're an affectionate guy. Let's get you back to my place, huh? Get some pictures and put up some posters tomorrow? Yeah? Would you like that? I think I can even get some food for you."
---
She listened to the man speak. His words were high pitched with odd, wavering tones but she could understand him well enough and hearing that he'd take her home excited her. Her sex was throbbed painfully, sharp spikes radiating from her belly. She could feel the wetness pooling inside of her as she breathed deeply of the man's scent.
He scratched along her neck and back and she trembled at his touch. At the way his fingernails felt against her skin. At the sweet taste of pleasurable pain when his fingers tugged at the tangles in her fur. She leaned heavily against his waist and whined again.
The male patted his thigh and called to her, pulling his (bicycle they named them) on his left side. She caught up to him and followed close, feeling the excitement building.
He was the one. She knew it. He
had
to be.
---
Tony hefted his bike up to his shoulders and walked through his front gate. The dog waited for him to walk through the gate and then followed him close. He was amazed at how focused and intelligent it was. Never once did it stray to sniff at things or run off on some random adventure.
Because of its intelligence and his love of the anime
Cowboy Bebop
, he'd decided to name the dog Einstein, or Ein for short. Even if he was the wrong breed.
He unlocked his door and turned to the dog. "Come on in, Ein. Let's get you squared away and figure out what we're going to do with you." At the mention of its name, the dog's tail thrashed wildly and it jumped on him, licking at his arm and then his crotch. Tony laughed and gently pushed it back.
The dog barked once loudly, its tail still wagging uncontrollably, before it went inside. Once in, it walked carefully around the living room, as if it were inspecting the young man's home. Satisfied, it came back and butted against Tony's leg before sitting on its back paws. He looked down and saw it looking back up at him and was amazed at the intelligence within.
"You're a remarkable dog, Ein," Tony said. Again he crouched and the dog lowered its head for him. He scratched along its neck. "Jesus, Ein, you're burning up!"
Tony ran his hand along the dog's back, feeling the heat radiating from its skin. It was panting now and whining quietly, its fluffy tail swishing back and forth against his wood floor.
