| Laughing, Kirsty jumped off the bus, deftly side-stepping the dog shit on the pavement. Her friends banged on the windows as the school bus slowly accelerated away. A dented red micra blared its horn as the bus carved back into the traffic stream.Reaching into her bag she retrieved her last stick of chewing gum. As she unwrapped the gum she planned her nights TV viewing. Tonight it was Eastenders. It had been getting boring, but the last episode hinted that things might soon change. The empty gum wrapper falling from her hand, she stepped into the local corner shop.Kirsty made her way to the magazine shelf and started looking through the large variety of teen magazines. Having made her selection she looked around the shop. There was an old, smelly man looking at a top shelf publication. He looked her way and ripple of disgust ran down her spine. The shopkeeper was busy serving a customer. In the background, the dulcet tones of Travis tinly radiated from what appeared to be the worlds oldest working radio.She looked around again, the smelly old man had gone back to his grot mag. The shopkeeper was still dealing with the customer. Deftly, she slipped the magazines into her bag, and with a final last look around the shop, absconded.Humming Gareth Gates latest offering she quickly covered the distance to her house. On entering, she disarmed the alarm and chucked her coat onto the nearest empty peg. Taking the steps three at time, she headed upstairs to her room. Jumping onto her bed, she lay there for a moment, contemplating. Kirsty glanced at her watch, then reached into her bag to retrieve the magazines.Downstairs the front door opened and closed. She ignored it. It was only her mother after all. Kirsty looked around for the TV remote. Not finding it, she thumped the on switch. As the opening credits and music of Neighbours reverberated around the room, she walked over to her Blue poster. She stopped in front of it and reflected for a moment. With a burst of aggression she ripped it of the wall, throwing it in the direction of the bin. Blue were so yesterday.Kirsty threw herself back onto the bed and settled down to watch TV."Dinners ready love." Her mother called from downstairs."Okay mum" She arose, stopping momentarily to allow the pins and needles to pass.Once sat down at the table her mother proceeded to dish the tea. "How was school today?" She asked.Kirsty pondered for a moment "All right I suppose." Her mother waited for her to elaborate, by nothing more was forthcoming. Just then the front door opened. Kirsty did not look up from her plate as her father walked in."Hi love. MMM that smells nice." He lovingly spoke as he gave his wife a tender peck on the cheek and a playful slap on the bottom.Kirsty groaned at the display. "Oh, please." Her parents ignored her."Well?" Asked her mother of her father, as she served him his meal. He nodded."Well What?" Asked Kirsty, just catching the by play.Her parents looked at each other."What?" Kirsty asked again.There was another pregnant pause.Finally her father spoke "I applied for and got another job.""Oh. Where?" The bombshell just starting to sink in to Kirstys conscious.Her father paused and looked to his wife again. He turned back to Kirsty and took a deep breath. "Scotland.""Scotland" Kirsty echoed."Well, north of Scotland to be precise" He clarified."Oh, and that makes all the difference does it? Excuse me." Kirsty pushed her half eaten dinner to the side then headed to her room.As she left the room, her father made to follow her, "No, don't" his wife stopped him. "She needs to be alone. Let the news sink in. She will come down when she is ready." He sat back down, appetite lost.Kirsty walked into her room, to shocked to even slam the door. She looked at the wall in askance. "Scotland. Fucking Scotland. Who the fuck would want to go and live there?" The wall stayed silent. "They don't even have sodding channel 5, for Christ's sake, and they're ginger." Then the true implications began to set in. Leaving her friends behind. The hassle of moving. The lack of amenities. Kirsty launched herself onto her bed and buried her head in the pillow. Her body wracked with sobs.Later her mother came in with some biscuits and juice. Putting the tray on the bedside table she sat on the edge of the bed. After a moments silence, Kirsty spoke. "Why mum? Why now?"Her mother thought for a moment, then sighed. "I understand that it's not a good time for you, but it's promotion for your father. I have also been offered a job at his firm. So not only do I get to work with him, it's a pay rise for me as well.""But mum, what about all my friends?""You're a bright intelligent girl. You will make friends there as well." Her mother soothed. "Plus, house prices are a lot cheaper there than they are here. We will be able to afford a bigger house. How do you fancy having a room twice the size of this one? More room to store clothes and stuff.""But mum. What's the point of having more room if there is nowhere to buy clothes?"Her mother sighed in resignation. "Sleep on it, you will feel better in the morning." Then after a motherly hug, left the room.Kirsty had fought tooth and nail, but to no avail. Her parents had gone house hunting without her. She had even refused to look at pictures of the house they had bought. As if, like some bad dream, she would wake up and all would be well. The last of the house contents had left this morning. The house, she mused, was like her soul. Bare.She had been in the car for four hours now and was completely fredders. The road seemed never ending. All she had were the memories of the last few weeks to dwell on. The many goodbyes from her friends, the best wishes from teachers and people she hardly knew, and who hardly knew her. Her mother had told her to treat it as an adventure, something to look forward to. "Never look back. Look forward" She was always saying. It was like having a jumping c.d. in her player. At least you could turn the c.d. player off.The noise of window wipers woke her. She stretched to try and relieve some of the stiffness. The movement caught her mothers eye. She turned round."We're in Scotland now dear."Kirsty looked out the window at the weather. "Great." She replied in a voice devoid of all enthusiasm. Outside the driving rain lashed against the side windows, obscuring the land past the edge of the motorway.When she next awoke, the engine was running but the car was stationary. In the front her parents were checking the road map. The rain had stopped but night was starting to fall. In the fading light all she could see were hills, hills and more hill. Even the road went up a hill. She could not imagine anyone who would want to live here. Sleep seemed the best option.Kirsty woke to someone gently shaking her leg. It was her mother. "Honey we are here."She looked out the window. 'Here' seemed to consist of the narrowest road she had every seen, a small wood and the obligatory set of hills. Her father started to slow down, then turned of the road onto a dirt track. A track that the car found most disagreeable. A shadowy shape started to appear out of the gloom. As they got closer it started to reveal itself as a one and a half story house. From the outside it looked as bleak as the weather.The car slowly ground to a halt outside the front door and her parents purposefully headed in its direction. Kirsty stayed in the car, loathe to leave its familiar surroundings. However being left alone in the bleak surroundings soon drove her into motion. Leaving the car was a shock. For a start, the temperature difference between the car and outside was substantial. It was also colder than she was used to. She hurried towards the dubious safety of the house.On entering Kirsty was grudgingly surprised. From the outside, the house looked decidedly rustic. At some point, in the not to distant past, someone had renovated it. The vision of spider webs and rats was not realised. For a start it was pleasantly warm, an obvious sign of double glazing. The rooms were well lit and the sound of a flushing toilet proved the existence of not only an inside toilet but the presence of running water.As much as she tried to deny it, she was overwhelmed by the urge to explore her new domain. The kitchen was no show room, but consisted of a utilitarianism that still managed to convey some aesthetic undertones. The living room, devoid of carpet and furniture, still held an air of potential cosiness. Even the dining room seemed to contain a hint of the meals to come. And the size, maybe it was because the house lacked furniture, but the rooms seemed so huge. She was somewhat disappointed with the stairs. Compared with the rest of the house, they seemed positively tiny. Excitement building, she bounded up the stairs three at a time.Upstairs seemed strange. The walls only rose four feet then sloped up into the middle of the room. While not too great a hindrance to a thirteen year old girl, an adult would find it some getting used to. After a moments perusal she headed back down. There she found her parents in a heated debate as to the position of the furniture.That night she slept in her sleeping on a camp bed, her bed and the rest of the furniture not due till the next day.The next few days seemed to fly by as all their possessions were unloaded from the removal vans. The painters were in, the carpet layers were under foot every where, the plumber was servicing the boiler and even an electrician was hidden under the floorboards. To escape some of the chaos, Kirsty had retreated to the outside world.The garden was huge, with grass so overgrown, that even a chain saw would have been hard pressed. Bordering the back fence was a small copse, that helped to provide some respite from the cruel North wind. The driveway at the front of the house merged into a heather and gorse jungle. Having a garden was yet another new experience, one she had only read about.Idyllic as it was, it could not last forever.The school uniform was a bit of a novelty at first. Where she had been used to skirt, blouse and blazer, her new uniform consisted of trousers, polo neck and fleece. After experiencing the weather first hand, the choice was understandable.Her father had explained that normally she would be picked up by bus, but until she got settled he would do the honours.The school was one of the biggest shocks of her life. It was tiny. Only the merest fraction of her old schools size."It's tiny" She exclaimed."Well," Her father admitted "It is a good bit smaller, but that does not mean that the education's worse. So don't you worry."That was exactly what was worrying her. For as long as she could remember she had always sat at the back of the class. Education was a nasty word that only those in the front had to deal with.On entering the school, her father took her to see the headmistress. The headmistress had a brief word with her, then asked her secretary to take her to her class, while she chatted to her father.The school itself looked like a large, square bungalow. The quadrangle in the centre was glassed over to make a large greenhouse. In the middle of the bungalow, a corridor ran round. On one side of the corridor the rooms had a window into the quad, on the other, the windows looked out onto the hills, or the sports pitch. A separate building held the indoor gym and dinner hall.Kirsty thought she could not be more surprised. She was wrong. The secretary stopped outside a door and motioned her forward."This is your new class"Kirsty looked through the glass panel in the door. "Where are they all?" She asked.The secretary looked at her in askance."There is." Kirsty looked back through the window again "only five of them""Six now" The secretary said, and with that, knocked and entered.Kirsty stood at the door stunned. How could there be only five in a class? Had the class been involved in some accident that had killed ninety percent of the class?"Don't be shy" The secretary called out. "Come in and introduce yourself."What followed was one of the most embarrassing moments of Kirst's young life. To have to stand in front of five stony faced kids and tell them about herself was almost to much to bare. When she had finished, in an embarrassed silence, the two girls and three boys hardly even glanced at her as she walked past to sit at her allotted seat. At least they left her alone for the rest of the lesson.When lunchtime came she sat alone at an empty table. Aware that almost every eye in the canteen was focused on her. Some looks were quick glances, some were full on stares. It felt as if she had grown a second head. What had become quickly apparent, was that class sizes were small. Her year had the most with six, one year had only three pupils.Kirsty had realised the problem straight away. In a class of thirty plus, the teacher had no or little control of the class and mayhem ensued. In a class of six and under, nothing escaped the teachers eye. That included whether the pupils were doing any work or paying attention. She hated it. Hated it with a passion.When her father picked her up, she cried all the way home. That night her parents told her it would get better, as she adjusted and settled down.The next day was worse. The other kids spurned her when she tried to speak to them, and the teachers were starting to realise that, academically, she was well below par. By the end of the week she was on remedials for all subjects. A fact, that the other kids took great delight in reminding her. At every opportunity.It wasn't until halfway into the second week that the reason for their reticence came to light. She was English. That simple fact was good enough for them.No matter how much she cried her eyes out to her parents, they always insisted it would get better. Also that she should put more effort into her studying. She was becoming lonely, with no one to turn too. The girls called her names and played never ending pranks on her. Even the boys seemed immune to her charms, preferring to pull her hair or 'Accidentally' kick the football at her.Then one day, things changed.It was a Saturday and her parents had gone into town on a shopping trip. Her never ending stream of homework lay half completed on the table. The telly reception was so awful as to make it almost unwatchable. Most of her favourite programs, were not even shown North of the border.The small village had only two shops. A general store and a shop that doubled as Post Office / newsagents and general tourist nic nacs. The old woman in the paper shop watched her with such intensity, that pilfering was out of the question. As a result she no longer had a steady supply of magazines to while away the time.For the rest of the day, she moped around the house until finally she heard car in the font drive. More out of boredom than any desire to help, she went out to help with the shopping. As she stood there, collecting the bags her mother was handing her, something moved in the back."What's that!" She exclaimed.Her mother looked round. "Your father decided that now we have the room, he wanted to own a dog."Kirsty was dumbstruck. "A dog?"Her father came round, "A German shepherd. I've always wanted one since I was a kid. Then when I could afford one I never had the room.""What have you called it" Kirsty asked."For a start, 'it' is a he. As to the name, I'm not sure yet.""Oh."At that moment, her mother reminded her to take the bags into the house. She rushed into the kitchen, dumped the bags on the floor, then rushed out. Just as her father was coming in."Whoa!" He muttered as he stepped out of the way."Can I see it?""Him" Her father corrected."Can I see him then?""Later. When he has had a chance to settle down. At the moment he is scared stiff. Poor little bugger.""Ohh dad.""Later, Kirsty."It was not till after tea that she was allowed to see the puppy. She looked at the little ball of golden fur in the corner. "Dad can I hold him?""Okay, but be gentle with him"She looked at the puppy. He just seemed to consist of two big brown eyes surrounded by fur. Softly she approached, then bent down to pick him up. He struggled in her arms at first then settled down. "He's adorable!""Be gentle with him." Her father chided "He's not unbreakable or a toy."From then on her outlook on life changed. Friendless at school she knew that when she came home, there was someone to lavish love on. Someone who returned that love in an obvious fashion. As the weeks progressed, Moobli as her father had called him, seemed to grow at an astonishing rate. Gone were the days that she could comfortably carry him around.Also her parents had relaxed their rules concerning him around the house. At first they had banned her from having him in her bedroom. When they realised that all she was doing, was sneaking him up at night they capitulated.Kirsty had also taken over Moo's (as she called him) obedience training. A fact, her parents noticed, that Moobli seemed to enjoy as much as Kirsty did. The pair could be found most sunny days (And wet) either in the woods at the back of the house or running through the heather of the hills.Slowly as she ranged with Moo, she began to appreciate the true beauty of her surroundings and of the wildlife that inhabited it. As they spent more time together, Kirsty started to open up more to Moo. He may not have understood but he always listened. Other girls might have had diaries, but hers was of the living breathing type.Without realising it she started to slowly flirt with Moo. At first it had only been verbal. She'd teased him over the fact that he was the only 'boy' to have been in her room, the only boy to have 'slept in her bed'. His reply was always the same, he'd look at her with his big brown eyes and slowly thump his tail.Moo was such a part of her accepted life that she changed clothes and often walked around naked in his presence. She'd even frolicked naked in a stream with him. As she started to flirt verbally with him, so did she physically. At first it had been 'accidental' slips of the towel, to and from the shower, then it became more and more provocative dressing and undressing in his company.When he had first started sleeping in the room, it had been near the door. Over time he had crept closer to the bed till eventually he had risked climbing onto it. When no reproach had been forthcoming it became his favourite place to sleep. Kirsty enjoyed is proximity and company at night.It had been a hard day at school. Two of the boys in her class had picked on her all day, spurred on by one of the girls. She was tired and depressed. She ate a light meal then after a few restless minutes downstairs, gave her leave to her parents then retired to bed. Moobli was not happy, he was hoping to go for a run, or at least be played with.Upstairs she undressed and headed for the shower. Once in, she turned it on to as hot as she could stand, then just stood under the jets. After a while she turned the temperature back down. Reaching to the soap dish, she lifted the soap and proceeded to slowly lather herself. Over the last few months her breasts have reached a point where she had developed an appreciable cleavage, and as her hands moved further south they ran through the soft hair of her pubis. The hair there felt so soft, just like the belly fur of Moo. Thinking of Moo made her smile. Hands gently rubbing, she slowly relaxed. As she stood there a warmth slowly started to build up. It was pleasant so she carried on gently rubbing.All of a sudden her reverie was broken by a long mournful howl. She smiled then rinsed off the soap then stepped out of the shower, turning it off as she went. As she was towelling herself dry Moo howled again. Discarding the towel, she put on her panties while calling out to Moo, "Shush you big girls blouse." Picking up her nightie she headed back to her room. Putting her nightie over her head as she entered was not a good idea. Entering she bounced off he door frame and walked into Moo, who yelped. Hem falling to mid thigh, she laughed and ruffled his head."You big softy. What are you? A big softy. Come here" She said as she got into bed. Dutifully Moo adopted his position at the bottom of the bed. Feeling in need of some companionship Kirsty clicked her tongue "No here," patting the bed next to her chest "Stupid"Dutifully Moo got up and moved further up the bed, and lay down with his head next to hers. She raised an arm and ran her hand along his fur, stopping and rubbing him behind the ears. Struck with the desire to show more affection she snuggled closer, fighting a losing battle with the quilt. In frustration she prodded Moo till he rose, huffing. Giggling at his ire, she drew back the quilt."There you can lie down now." Moo showed his displeasure at all this unnecessary movement by lying down with his back to her."Someone's in a huff" She moved over so her front was pressed against his back. His tail rubbing against her leg. Reaching over she placed her arm over his body, her hand resting on his stomach. Her head she placed against the back of his, gently blowing against his ears and watching them twitch. Her hand slowly began to move over the fur of his stomach, enjoying the silky sensation. His tail started to twitch even more against her bare leg. It was a nice feeling. Almost as good as the one starting to grow between her legs.Almost unconsciously she started to grind her mound against his back. She seemed aflame. She pushed harder. Moo was not impressed, he moved over. Suddenly she was bereft of anything to rub against. Wanting the feeling to continue, she rolled back over onto her back, bringing both hands between her legs.Wonderful sensations were coursing through her body. Her hands continued their rubbing. Her finger tips rippled over her flesh, tracing the outlines of the contours under the thin fabric of her panties. It was like an burning itch, one she so desperately wanted to scratch. Rubbing her panties into her flesh was both intense and restrictive at the same time. She slipped her hands under the thin fabric. That was so better. The touch of bare skin against the sensitive flesh was truly awesome.Deciding that they were just getting in the way, she brought her knees up and together, slipping off her panties as she did so. Free and unfettered she spread her legs wide. Her right leg coming to rest against Moo. With her legs wide opened, her vaginal lips also parted. Her finger tips gently explored this new opening. She gasped quietly, as the intensity peaked slightly.Never in her young life, had she ever experienced pleasure on this scale. Slowly, tenderly, hesitantly, she slowly inserted her finger tips into the crack. The feelings this was causing was systematically breaking her ties with reality.Just when she thought it could not get any better, the strangest sensation rippled along her cunt. Her body just turned to jelly, her hands fell limp by her side. Something rippled along her cunt again, and again. Kirsty was no longer aware of her surroundings. Her conscious was floating through a sea of colour. The muscles of her body tensed then released on their own accord. Unable to cope with the sensory overload, her mind fled. Kirsty blacked out.Slowly coming to, Kirsty was aware of a dead weight. Looking down she saw Moo's head resting on her lap. As if conscious of her scrutiny, he opened his eyes and looked at her.Kelly wanted to rub his head but she could not move. She was utterly drained. She tried to speak, but she had no control over her tongue and lips, utter gibberish came out.At the sound of her voice, Moo raised his head and playfully licked her again. The waves of pleasure had not fully gone and with this new stimuli, returned. Kirsty groaned "Not again!" Moo kept gently licking. Kirsty surrendered to the inevitable.Later, Kirsty rolled over and embraced Moo "You bastard." She lovingly whispered into his muzzle. Moo replied by licking her face. Kirsty giggled and let him, occasionally licking back, their tongues briefly meeting.From that moment on, her feelings for Moo had subtly changed. In her eyes he no longer was a pet. At night she no longer wore panties and a nightie. She much preferred to lie naked against Mooblis fur. She enjoyed feeling his heartbeat against her.As winter progressed, she loved to go out into the snow and cavort with him in the drifts. She threw snowballs for him to chase and threw snowballs at him. He retaliated by jumping on her and burying her in the snow. They chased each other around, over and through the drifts. Unnoticed by her, the distances began to grow, the speed increase. Her stamina and build increased. Moo slowly increased as well. While not noticed by those who were around him often, strangers and occasional visitors were disconcerted by his size and pronounced muscle tone.As spring arrived, and temperatures rose and the snow retreated. Ever longer runs were capable. Moo either at her side, urging her on, or just in front leading. As summer gained a foothold Kirsty found that the heat was slowing her down. Moo was also starting to tire faster, his thick coat of fur a burden. To help combat the heat he was plunging into the cold mountain streams with increasing frequency.It was Saturday afternoon, the sun was shinning high in the sky. Moo was pacing around the house restlessly. Eventually her mother lost her patience."For heavens sake, would you take Moobli out and burn off some of that energy. Else he'll damage something."Kirsty switched off the TV "Okay mum."Moo pranced round her as she walked to the door. "Stop it. Bad dog." She lovingly cuffed him over the back of the head. At the front door she slipped on her trainers, having to push Moo away from her to get the room. Leaving the house, she bent to pick up a stick. With as much force as she could muster, she threw it towards the end of the garden. Moo just watched it soar through the air and land in a bush. He looked back at her."All right, so you're not a dumb 'Fetch!' dog."Kirsty headed around the house to the back gate, stretching her muscles in preparation of the abuse to come. Moo lurked at her side, his posture looking more like that of a wolf than a dog. She opened the back gate, allowing room for Moo. He just gave the gate a disdainful look and leapt the fence. Smiling, kirsty closed the gate behind her and broke into a slow jog, Moo at her side in a casual lope.Rather than go straight up the hill, Kirsty followed the animal track that wound along the valley. The surrounding hills caught and funnelled the slight wind, making a refreshing breeze in the hot, clammy air. In the distance, a group of deer were at rest in the heather. Both parties ignored each other as a common sight. In the air above, an eagle called out to its mate.The path wound down, to run alongside a small stream. Kirsty paused to decide whether to follow the stream up to its source or to follow it down. Remembering that it flowed into a pool amongst a small glade of pine trees, she chose down.With the small path heading down, the going was easier and she sure footedly leapt the small rocks and dodged the hummocks of purple heather. Moo ran along the bed of the small stream, occasionally splashing her with refreshingly cool water. In the distance the small pine copse materialised. With a burst of speed, she quickly covered the remaining mile. Moo lagged behind, the level of the stream higher, the going harder.As Kirsty entered the welcome shade of the tall pines, she slowed down to a walk. Stretching, she dispersed the built up lactic acid and gave Moo a chance to catch up. When he caught up, he gratefully bowed his head and lapped the cool mountain water."You know, people in cities pay good money to drink water of that quality. I hope you appreciate it."Moo sneezed into the water."Urgh! You're a typical male"Feeling her muscles start to stiffen up, she continued on into the trees. A red squirrel chattered at her intrusion from the safety of a lofty pine. She had never known red squirrels existed, till she had moved north. More used to the common grey urban commandos.The trees fanned out to reveal a large pool of water bathed in sunlight. Kirsty knelt at the waters edge, and scooped crystal clear water to her mouth. Rinsing the water around the inside of her mouth before she swallowed, she wondered if she would be able to stomach the taste of city water again.A shadow loomed over the water, then she was soaked as Moo plunged in."Moo! Can't you have jumped in somewhere else?"He barked at her as she pulled the wet fabric of her T-shirt away from her breasts in mock disgust. She looked at him. Moo was contentedly swimming around. She had to admit, that it did look inviting. She undid and removed one of her trainers. The sock she put inside the discarded shoe. Gingerly she dipped her foot in.The water was cold but not unpleasantly so. She removed her other sock and trainer and ventured further in. Moo barked encouragement from deeper out. Making up her mind, she waded back onto the bank. The heather tickled the soles of her bare feet. She slipped out of her shorts and pants. Her T-shirt fell to her thighs, just covering her lightly haired mound. She kept her T-shirt on as protection from the sun, rather than any vestiges of modesty. Moo had seen all she had to offer, the rest of the surrounding wildlife wouldn't care and the odds of someone watching were laughable.Going back into the water was easier, until the water reached her knees. The point at which she had turned round and left the first time. The cold water created a strange feeling as it crept up her legs. When the cold water lapped her bare cunt, an involuntary shudder ran down her back. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and sank below the surface. As her face sank below the water and her body registered the temperature change, she expelled the contained air in a mad rush of bubbles.Invigorated, she waded out deeper towards Moo. Deliberately splashing him as she got closer. She laughed out loud as Moo tried to escape the sprays of water her hands were creating. Moo retreated to the bank and looked back at her reproachfully.Kirsty waded to the shallower water, then sat down on a sandy spot, the water lapping around her waist. She held her arms out in amnesty."I'm sorry Moo, come here and give me a kiss."Moo trotted over to the waters edge and hesitated."I'm sorry." She reiterated. Trying, unsuccessfully to look repentant.Moo bunched his muscles and leapt. He landed next to Kirsty with a splash that would have drenched her had she not already been wet."YOU!" She yelled, "You, complete and utter bastard!"Moo barked and licked her face happily. Kirsty wrapped her arms round him and drew him closer, lightly kissing him on his nose. As she hugged him closer, he lost his footing. As he staggered one of his forepaws ran down the materiel covering her stomach, grazing her cunt as it landed on the pool bed."OW! You clumsy oaf." Kirsty shuffled away from the floundering Moo.Kneeling, so her waist was clear of the water. She lifted the hem of her T-shirt to check the damage. There was no cuts but she was red and sore. Rubbing her cunt with the palm of her hand in an aid to relieve the throbbing, she glared at Moo."Bad dog. What are you? A bad dog" Moo looked at her mournfully.Head held low, he slunk over to her. He placed his head close to her massaging hand and watched for a moment. After a moment his tongue came out and he licked her in forgiveness. A few licks later she removed her hand, allowing his tongue full unrestricted access.Being licked out, in the warmth of the sun, with water lapping round her, was having a profound affect on her. The sharp pain of the moment before, completely forgotten. The culprit, forgiven.The hem of her T-shirt lay on Moos nose. Her hands running along the fur of his back, along the fur between his ears, grasping at the fur of his flanks. He continued to gently lick.Kirsty felt the beginnings of a massive orgasm start to build within her. She relaxed into it. After a moment, more in a perverse denial than any other any reason, she pushed him away. Totally relaxed in the warm glow of pre-orgasm, she continued to kneel in the sand, head thrown back. Basking in the warmth of the sun. It was going to be an orgasm to savour.Soaring in her sea of bliss, she did not expect to be plunged suddenly back into the cold water of reality. Literally. Bored with his mistress's lack of movement, Moo had thrown his bulk against her, knocking her over into the water. Spluttering, after inadvertently inhaling water instead of air, she pushed him away.Happy that she was showing signs of life again, Moo cavorted around her. On her hands and knees, head down, she emptied her lungs of fluid.As she lay there knelt over, she felt Moos tongue lick her again. Still too half drowned, she ignored him while she concentrated on breathing again. As she coughed her lungs up, she felt the new sensation of soft fur against her rear. This was swiftly followed by weight as Moo rested his bulk on her back. Incapable of resistance she knelt still. As Moo worked his body along her back he dragged the edge of her T-shirt with him. The feeling of his silky smooth underbelly fur rubbing along her back was strangely erotic. The warm glow that had disappeared, quickly resurfaced under the new stimuli.Kirsty felt Moos hind legs reach the smooth curve of her rear. His breath blew against the back of her neck. His nose buried itself in the hair at her nape. His forelegs clasped her round her front, pressing against her small breasts. The realisation that Moo was 'cuddling' her for a change, sent a wave of warmth and pleasure through her.Something rubbed at her crotch from the rear. Unconsciously, so used to Moos tongue, she opened her legs wider. The probing continued. Her head hanging low in pleasure she paid it no heed. It had now found her cunt and stroked her outer lips. This sent waves of pleasure coursing strait through her. The mysterious object found the cleft between her lips, started to enter then stopped.Kirsty's conscious mind started to pay attention to the invader. No sooner than it had come to her attention, than Moo with a sudden, beastial, thrust fully entered her. So deep and powerfull was his thrust, that he broke clean through her hymen. The sudden pain was so shocking that it detracted from her, the fact that her dog was copulating with her.The friction of skin and flesh, against her inner walls was causing almost unbearable pleasure. The waves proved inermountable. She gave into them.When she came down, Moo was still thrusting away in her. The feeling of him in her was enjoyable. The knowledge of being his was enjoyable and comforting. Now that she considered it, there was no one else on the planet that she would have wanted to take her virginity. She continued to bathe in the afterglow of orgasm. Moo continued to bury himself in her.It was to Kirsty's growing sense of personal fullfilment that Moo finaly came deep in her. The foreign- but much loved- fluid nestled in her womb. As he lay inserted in her, she adjusted her and his body weight onto one hand. With the other, she gently ran her finger tips over and around her stomach. Mentaly picturing him in her like two pieces of a jigsaw. Her fingertips travelled lower to her pubic hair. Lower, till she felt the base of his cock. She ran her hands round, then gently cupped his balls, before tracing the line where his cock melded with her.Kirsty had no idea how long she knelt there. Moo's comforting weight on her back.Eventually, Moo sliped out of her and dismounted. At first she did not move, not wanting it to end. Moo slipped around to her front and touched her cheek with his nose. She looked up and hugged him."Yes." She whispered in his ear, "I'm all yours. No-one else shall have me." Her hands moved to caress and hold her stomach, her eyes distant and unseeing. "I'm yours."After that moment there was no turning back. For either of them. If she was alone in the house, she was quick to disrobe with Moo being equally quick in mounting her. If privacy in the house was not forthcoming she would go for a run. As soon as she thought that she had run far enough to not be disturbed, she lay down next to him. These moments were of the greatest intensity as she felt she had no constraint to her pleasure and surrendered totally to her feelings. At night she slept with him, allowing him to penetrate her if he wanted. She had to be careful of the noise though, as nether of them was particularly quiet in their lovemaking. The walls, thick as they were, did not totally dampen all noise and it was only amongst the hills that she felt secure enough to totally let her self go.Kirsty awoke in a ray of sunshine. She had moved her bed, re-arranged her furniture and always left her curtains open for the effect. There was not much point to the curtains as there were no neighbours, at least, not nearby. Her duvet only came as far as her waist, Moos head as ever across her stomach. He was getting large with his growing age and the weight of his head was moving from being comforting to uncomfortable. He was a puppy no longer. She could not even carry him like she used to and the loss saddened her. She moved slightly, her muscles sore after a night of particularly bestial frenzy. It was not just between her legs that she was sore, as more than just his head continued to grow. She was definitely going to trim his nails back a bit before someone noticed the mess that her back must be in judging by the pain. At least she had stopped him biting the back of her neck, that was a clear passion killer as only love bites from well formed canines can be.A muscle jumped in his hindquarters and his muzzle twitched. She looked down at him."Must be a good dream. I hope I'm in it" She ran a hand lightly over the soft fur between his ears. He did not wake. She forgave his prolonged slumber, as he had been particularly energetic the previous night. Plus his tongue muscles were going to hurt like hell when he awoke.She heard movement downstairs and smelt the aroma of a breakfast that would give a nutritionist a coronary. Hungry from the exertion of the night before, she unceremoniously shoved Moos head onto the bed and slid with a wince to a posture that vaguely resembled standing. Moo watched with one eye as she stood then went back to the dream that he had been rudely awakened from.Crossing her arms, she drew her nightdress over and above her head. Her muscles stretched and pulled at the raw skin around her scratches. She examined the back of the garment. There were long, albeit faint, streaks of dried blood. She looked to the bed. Relieved to see that the blood had not seeped through to the sheets. It was the only fluid of hers that had not seeped into the sheets. She could guarantee that not all the fluid was hers.Naked, she tenderly stepped to the dresser. She was going to have to wear a thick and dark coloured t-shirt for the next few days or explain that she had tried to scratch her back on fence or some other stupid excuse. She could just imagine it, "My back? I tried to follow Moo under a gorse bush mum" Damn, it was annoying, and the weather looked like it was going to be scorching over the next few days as well.She opened a drawer, removing a clean pair of pants, pausing to steel herself against the impending pain. Wincing with a sharp indrawn breath, she slid the garment up her legs. Whilst she was still bent over she stepped into her jeans as well. Barefoot and half naked she padded to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.She paused on re-entering her room as the smell hit her. Unexpectedly embarrassed at the imagery that the smell evoked she walked over to the window, opening it as wide as it would go. Praying that the smell would dissipate and not linger like the previous nights memories.She arrived downstairs just as her mother was dishing. Sitting herself at the table she kept her back well away from the back of the chair, whilst trying to be unobtrusive about it. Her breakfast was not long in disappearing down her throat. That was the thing about energetic sex; it gave you one hell of an appetite.Finished well before her parents, she was about to leave when her father spoke to her."Your mother and I were considering last night about going back and meeting some old friends for the day. Interested? It'll give you the chance to meet up with some of your old school friends. Though they will still be at school as they don't break up for another week."Kirsty thought amusingly about her old friends and the odds of them being at school, or even in its vicinity. They were about the same as hell freezing over."Yeah, great. It'll be fun to see them again." Then she realised that her back would have to be in contact with a car seat for a considerable length of time. Her elation died."What's up?" Her father asked concerned "We'll be taking Moobli with us if that's what's worrying you""Uh? Oh, yes. Cheers dad"That night, with a large degree of struggling and growling, she trimmed Moos claws back.The car journey was the entire nightmare she expected and more. It was also the longest that Moobli had ever been in a car. After the novelty of new scenery had worn off, he soon made his disgruntlement known to all. They stopped the night at a motel on the M6. The plan being that they would have the most of the next day to meet old friends.It was strange for Kirsty to slip under the crisp sheets all alone. The cool linen soothed her scratched back but not her loneliness. She looked at the repulsive floral wallpaper and smiled evilly."It'll be a brave thief that tries to rob the car"The next morning they made there way back to the Discovery. The Disco still contained their luggage and one very disgruntled dog. Kirsty took him around the large and mostly empty car park, but his mood failed to improve much and it was with great effort that he was unceremoniously bundled back in.As they drove back into her old neighbourhood she was saddened at how it had changed. The buildings were mostly the same, just shabbier. The air was dirty, smoggy. Everything seemed so dirty. She hadn't thought about her feelings on her arrival or what she would see and feel. She hadn't expected her mind to put a rose tint on her memories.Her father dropped her outside her old school, which looked in need of a close encounter with a bulldozer. Repeatedly, and the sooner the better."You know where we are going. If you need us give us a ring" Her father did the parental thing.She half listened to her father whilst looking at the squalor surrounding her, occasionally supplying an answer or grunt when required.She waved and watched her parents carve their way back into the traffic stream.Moo tugged at both collar and leash, neither of which he was used to. She did not liked to see him restrained so but there had been some high profile dog attacks recently, most blown out of proportion by the tabloids. Her father had considered the possibility of a muzzle but she had put her foot down and the middle ground of collar and leash had been agreed.As the Discovery left her view she turned and headed away from the school, towards her old haunts. She had only been back on the streets a few minutes and she was already missing her hills and glens. There was no natural colour apart from the grey of pavement and walls. The colour of advertisements and shop displays were garish and stark, lacking the soft subtleties of wooded glen and heather clad hillside. The loud cacophony of traffic was obtrusive and all pervasive. She had not realised how much she had come to enjoy the sound of wind through the valleys, the sound of birdsong, the tinkle of mountainside stream over rock. How had she managed to live in this bleak, dour and extremely pungent atmosphere? Every time she took a deep breath she wanted to retch.She made her way to the first of her many old haunts. The shopping mall had not changed much over the last couple of years, except to look dirtier and sleazier. She was about to enter when her gaze caught the large 'no dogs except guide dogs' sign on all the doors. She looked at the motley assortment of pathetic mongrels abandoned around the main doors. Kirsty glanced down and caught the hungry look in Moo's eyes. Aware of the potential for carnage that would be one sided she regretfully tethered him to a lamppost well out of harms way. As she walked past the assorted sad bedraggled canines for the second time, she considered that enforced euthanasia might not have been a bad option for them, though she disliked the possibility that he might catch some thing nasty. They certainly would not sit well in his stomach.She had not gone more than a few shops in when she was accosted by security who demanded to know which school she was playing truant from. It was only cleared up by security phoning her parents to verify that Scottish schools did indeed have different term times to English schools. That ruled out that and several other old haunts.Kirsty eventually tracked down one friend in the amusement arcade. At first she had not recognised her. She had put on a lot of weight and her skin was greasy and sallow."Sarah? Sarah is that you?"The girl in question turned and looked at her."Sarah it's me. Kirsty"Recognition slowly crossed Sarah's face. "BLOODY HELL! Didn't expect to see you again. Are you Anorexic or something?""Where is everyone?" Kirsty looked at her old friends overweight frame and decided to keep tactfully quiet on the subject of weight.For the next fifteen minutes they caught up on the important gossip. For Kirsty it was a depressing fifteen minutes. Several of her erstwhile friends had moved away, one had disappeared, one was in rehab and a discomfortingly large amount were in young offenders institutions.The noise of the gaming machines and the garbled, almost undecipherable music blaring from a speaker somewhere was starting to give her a headache. Kirsty suggested that they leave for somewhere quieter. Sarah suggested her house as it was close and she was hungry anyway.Sarah was surprised and nervous of Moo. Moo for his part, treated her with indifference.Their route took them through the school grounds. Kirsty was appalled at the amount of rubbish that lay everywhere. She never remembered it like this. Sarah could not supply much about the interior, not having been inside for over a year.They chatted about nothing much as they walked through the playground. Kirsty was surprised on how much they differed in their views. Once they had been as close as twins. Now she had a suspicion that when they parted this time, it would be for good. As they walked through the gates she was aware that she would never be back. Some things are better left as memories.A car slowly pulled alongside and a voice startled her from her thoughts. "Hi."Moo reacted to Kristy's startlement on an animalistic level. He went for the throat.Kirsty hastily dragged an enraged Moo back from the car window. Sarah looked on with interest. The car stopped and the driver got out. Older than the passenger she wondered at first if she was about to be confronted by an enraged father.He slowly, but confidently approached. Well that ruled out an enraged father. He crouched and slowly extended a hand to Moo.Moo, sensing no alarm from Kirsty, nor smelling any fear from the man in front, allowed the hand to come closer.Kirsty released the tension on the lead, her arm throbbing. Moo had almost ripped her arm off trying to get into the car. She looked again at the youth in the car. He was not much older than her. Sarah and the man had been talking and Kirsty was aware that they were all looking at the youth.The boy in the car handed over a small bit of paper. It was a photograph of a girl. She did not recognise the face. Sarah did and gave the address of a boyfriend. The older man gave his thanks and got back in the car. They watched the car drive off.Sarah looked down at Moo "He's a bit touchy, isn't he?"Kirsty lovingly fondled his head "Nah. He's just a big softy at heart. Aren't you?" She ruffled his ears, because she knew he hated it.The remainder of the journey to Sarah's house was uneventful.Sarah's bedroom suffered from what could only be described as an admin explosion. Clothes, magazines, empty crisp packets and sweetie wrappers lay everywhere. She obviously did not believe in removing the old posters before putting up the new. As a result the wall was a montage of half covered faces and torsos. Here and there, what looked like original wall forlornly poked its way through.Sarah jumped onto the bed with Kirsty more sedately perching on the edge. Moo made to jump on the end then took one look at the state of the covers and decided not to bother. He cast his eyes around for somewhere to lie, but resigned himself to standing.Kirsty feeling as uncomfortable as Moo, tried to find something to break the uncomfortable silence that had descended."So who are going out with? Do I know him?"One look at Sarah's face told her that she had just stepped into the minefield of no return. There was another prolonged silence before Sarah answered."Its not a he it's a she""Ahh" Kirsty looked nervously at Moo."Her name's Lorna. I met her when I went on holiday abroad with my parents. Turns out she lives not far from here. Which makes it more convenient, I suppose"Kirsty felt the situation spiralling out of control. "Is she in our, well your, school?"Sarah gave a short laugh "She is a little bit older than that. A lot older actually.""Oh. How long?""Eight months.""Not a holiday fling then?""No. How about yourself? Is there a significant other?"Kirsty looked back to Moo "No.""Well you'll find somebody, then your world will change. Lorna may be old enough to be my mother, but I feel so complete with her. And she's got a wicked tongue."Kirsty turned her gaze from Moo "That I can believe""Pardon?""Uh? Sorry, away with the fairies. Well I must be going, got to meet back with the parents. We are travelling back up North tonight. It was nice meeting you again, to catch up with all the gossip.""No worries. I hope you meet someone soon.""Well, all the best, you and err Lorna.""Thanks. Take care okay."Kirsty watched in sombre silence as her previous life retreated past the car windows. She wished she had never come down. Everything about her childhood had changed, seemingly not for the better. Memories, it seemed, were best kept in the past. Even her parents were subdued. It would appear that this trip would not be repeated.When the disco finally pulled to a stop outside the house, it was early morning. A light drizzle fell from the sky.Kirsty stepped from the stale interior and took several deep breaths of fresh air, paying no heed to the light rain. She could hear the birdsong and in the distance a stag barked. She could never go back to a city.Moo released from collar and leash barked from the edge of the fence, full of pent up energy. Kirsty smiled happily and leaving her parents to unload the car, broke into a run. |
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