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May took down the book off the shelf and tried not to look guilty about it. She was just a regular patron of the city library. She had just as much right to be here as anyone else. These were the things she told herself as she took the book to the sign out desk. The girl there tried to make conversation but May couldn't make eye-contact and pushed her glasses up her nose. Sensing this customer may be one of those people, the girl signed out the book and handed it back.

May hurried out of the library as soon as the book was in her hands. She certainly looked like one of those people, wearing a long skirt down to her ankles, a shirt and a cardigan. She even had the thick glasses of a woman who'd spent most of her time reading. Social interaction with human beings was not one of May's favourite things. It didn't even come in the top twenty.

She wouldn't even have come into town today so late - one o'clock on a weekend?! - to be jostled by too many people doing too many noisy things, but her brother was leaving his dog with her for the week and she hadn't the faintest how to mind such an animal. This book on dogs was what she needed. Words she could soak in and make a part of herself.

She made it home, bolting the doors behind her with relief, an hour before her brother was to arrive. May needed that hour to calm down from the acute anxiety and paranoia that someone had seen she existed. The ring on her phone made her wail until she checked the number and saw it was just her brother. He was acceptable as human company, but too much of him at once was still hard. He was an energetic, larger than life character who could get a person's life story from them within five minutes of meeting them. May often wondered why he took the time to visit his timid, house-bound sister.

"Mayo!" he cried as she opened the door, enveloping her instantly in a wide hug.

"Gus, hello," she gasped as he squeezed the air out of her lungs. August, or just 'Gus' to most people, pinched her cheeks in an annoyingly big brotherly way.

"Is it okay to bring Davy in?" he asked.

May nodded. Her fear of people didn't extend to other creatures, and she stepped aside as Gus led Davy in.

He was a big, beautiful Alsatian with long hair. He was almost completely black, save for some dark brown to tan highlights around his face. He was also very friendly, wagging and sniffing at May and licking her face when she leant down to fuss his ears and face.

"Oh he's lovely!" she cooed.

"Isn't he just. Thanks so much for taking care of him. I hate to leave the big lug but what with that earthquake and all ..." Gus was an emergency worker who was dispatched to provide aid after a big disaster. May just nodded.

"When's your flight?" she asked. She could never get on a plane herself, much too terrifying.

"In two hours, I hate to dump him on you and run, but they never give us much warning. Here's his food, his bowls and his toys."

Gus gave her a whirlwind of instructions and May felt as much a disaster area as the one he was going to by the time he left. Knowing his sister's need for thorough time tables, Gus had carefully drawn up a rota for feeding Davy with the weight of food he was allowed and suggested periods of time to walk him. He'd even supplied a time table of when the park was least populated.

May stuck the rota to the fridge and went into the living room to see Davy making himself at home in his dog bed. She turned on the television for background noise and curled up with her book on dog care.

Adjusting to life with Davy was easy enough. He was a very easily pleased hound and so charming she let him sleep on the bed and sit on the sofa with his great head in her lap as she read. On the third day of having him around, May found herself lingering back through her book to the section on breeding. The writer had helpfully included pictures of canine anatomy and there was even a photo of a bitch being mounted by a dog. For some reason, she felt warm each time she looked at it. Dog breeding looked like it merited further study and when it got to evening and her internet was free again, she looked up some websites.

She began lingering on pictures of coupling dogs, feeling warm and strangely breathless. The clock chimed eleven and she turned off the computer, getting dressed for bed.

Maybe it was because of the pictures she'd seen, but she had the strangest dream of running on all fours, tongue lolling. She found Davy running beside her and suddenly she was a woman again in a hospital. The dream fell apart before she could remember anything beyond him climbing on top of her. She woke to find Davy sprawled over part of her, huffing in his sleep and twitching his paws.

"Silly dog," she whispered, looking at his body. An idea came to her mind and she looked around as if anyone could possibly be in her home to see. Careful not to jostle him too much and wake him, May opened her legs so he was lying between them, his head on her stomach. She lay there, his heavy, warm body pressing down on her and for the first time in her life, felt a tingle between her legs.

It alarmed her, even as it pleased her. Was she seriously so depraved that her first sexual feeling was about a dog? She sighed to herself and went back to sleep, still wedged under Davy.

The next day, while out walking him, she watched Davy run and bounce around. He looked so strong and so happy to see her every time she called. Would he mind that she fantasised about him? She hoped he wouldn't. She imagined he'd be flattered, as he seemed to affable. But maybe that was just her projecting her needs on him.

When two people appeared with their dog in the distance, May decided to leave the park, putting Davy's lead on so they could walk home together. He was panting and looked happy with himself. She felt so safe with him, not even panicking when someone passed them on the same path. It was little things like that that made her life better, that made being with him better.

May broke her personal rule for once about using the internet during daytime hours, when she had to pay extra, and logged on when they got home. She searched for dogs again, finding some more questionable pictures and stumbled upon a practical guide for getting a dog to fuck a human. She was mortified and closed the window, compulsively getting up and drawing the curtains in case some spy with a long range telescope was snooping at her doings. She tried to bury herself in some reading but found the dog-owners guide in her hands again. She had turned to the breeding section without even thinking about it.

Davy watched her from his bed, head on his paws.

May looked at him.

He was so big, and powerful. The tingle returned to her loins and she knew, very keenly, that she would regret not doing something about it forever. She returned to the computer and relocated the guide, tracking through her page history. With her heart in her throat, she went to the fridge and took out some butter. She spooned a bit into a bowl and put the rest back in the fridge. Her hands shook as she looked at the blob melting slightly around the curve of the china.

May went around the house and closed all the curtains and blinds, even the one in the bathroom that over-looked a brick wall. Once that was done, she returned to her bedroom and started to undress. Off came the cardigan she always wore, the skirt, the shirt and the tights. Finally, off came her large knickers and her bra. She left her glasses on, saw herself in the mirror and then hung a blanket over it. She didn't want to see her skinny body and small breasts. She was an 'ironing board'. She'd been told that enough to know it was true.

She wouldn't let the sight of her body bring her down now though, not when she'd gotten the butter out and everything. Feeling vulnerable, May walked back to the kitchen to retrieve said butter, and returned to the living room.

Davy perked up at the smell of butter, and it looked like she had food which she always shared with him. He got up from his bed and padded over, wagging happily. May nearly lost her nerve but then his fur brushed against her bare leg and she felt a frisson of pleasure the rolled up her spine and then deep into her pussy. She perched on the edge of the sofa and got some butter on her hand, grimacing at the oily cold. Davy immediately started to lick at it and she took a deep breath before smearing the butter over her mound and between her legs. Davy's tongue followed and May gasped as the hot, wide tongue started to lather her clit and labia. It was so flexible it got into every fold and dip. May leaned back, biting her lip as the dog's tongue slipped inside her a little. She could see his tail wagging and he became more interested with the hot, sticky fluid that started to seep from her vagina.

May watched him work his head between her legs, licking her inner thighs as well as her pussy, rasping over her labia in a way that shot thrills up her body with every stroke. She wanted him between her legs, properly. She reached her hands down and managed, with some effort, to push him back from licking her.

"Lie down, Davy. Lie down!" she said, trying to be firm. Davy reluctantly laid down, but kept licking his chops, clearly wanting to lick her out again. The guide had said to pet him on the sides until the tip of his penis started to crown. May licked her own lips and started to fuss him, patting, stroking and scratching his sides until she found the sweet spot. One of his legs stuck out and he rolled on his side and she could see the reddish pink tip of his cock peeping out of his sheath. She kept scratching at him, watching the pointed cock hungrily. When about an inch of it was out, peeling back the hood of his sheath, she just leant down and took the tip in her mouth.

It tasted too strong to be pleasant, all musky and salty, but she trailed her tongue around the tip. She wanted his cock out to the full before he got on top of her. She felt his front paw flail a bit on her back as she slid her lips down the rapidly emerging penis. It had such a fluid shape, a tapered end that flared out then dipped in a bit and flared again. She grimaced when she felt something hot and very salty drip onto her tongue and pulled her mouth off. More beads of the clear fluid started to squeeze out of the tip of his cock and she hoped this wasn't ejaculation.

Davy whined when she pulled off and she didn't need to try and pull him up because he was already getting to his feet, his cock fully extended and waving about as he tried to push over her. May gave him soft encouragements as she eased herself back up to perch on the edge of the sofa, her legs open. She patted the cushions beside her and Davy reared his forepaws up either side of her, crowding in close.

May grabbed his penis before he jammed it some place she didn't want and the moment her fingers wrapped around it, he started to hump urgently.

"Easy, almost, easy boy," she whispered, sliding herself forward a bit as she guided the hard tip of his cock to her waiting pussy. The moment he felt her slick mouth against his tip, he surged, impaling her firmly. May cried out, not having time to ready herself before his cock surged in again, splitting her hymen and sinking deeper. Davy humped furiously until he was almost completely buried in her.

May wrapped her arms around his back as he growled and thrust again and again. She knew what was coming and breathed out against the sting of her torn hymen.

"Come on, Davy, knot with me," she whispered, her breasts rubbing against his thick neck fur and her stomach lurching with every thrust of his desperate shaft. She felt the swollen end of his cock bashing against her labia and when he went to hump again, she forced herself forward, groaning as her lips reluctantly parted to let the swelling pass.

Davy rocked himself in her, forelegs clutched around her as he enjoyed the feeling of this willing bitch accepting his dominance. May arched her body under him, burying her face and hands in his fur as they locked together. She could feel him pumping away to his climax and kissed his face.

A few moments of grunting and panting later, he abruptly tried to get down, getting his leg tangled as he tried to pull it over. She soothed him and hiked her own knees up until he could get his leg over himself, turning so he was standing, facing away from her.

May put her legs down either side of his haunches and started to grind her hips around the shaft buried and locked fast inside her. She felt the hot, liquid spurt as Davy started to cum and gripped the pillows as she arched and rotated her hips. A dog was spilling his load inside her, and she loved it. She loved the smell of him and the way his knot forced her to stay on him.

The sting of her torn hymen and the swell of his knot stopped her reaching climax by the time he deflated and pulled out of her. She watched him walk away to start licking his piece and smiled. She got up and washed herself, surprised to see the time was only 10am. There was plenty of time for him to get his strength back. She still had to realise her longing to be mounted like a proper bitch, after all.