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 Author: Simplex (simplex992000@yahoo.com)
Title: Horny Hound: The Hot Dog of Barocean
Summary: A paranormal researcher's account of a spectral hound sexually
preying on women near the fictional coastal town of Barocean.
Keywords: F/dog, beast, paranormal, supernatural rape
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   Horny Hound: The Hot Dog of Barocean

   The Black Dog or Paranormal Dog looms large in many world folklores. 
Seen throughout the British Isles and North America, the Dog (usually black
but may appear in other shapes and colors) appears in so many ways: as an
omen of doom, as a guide, helper, protector of children, or a
grim-reaperesque collector of souls.  But there was one doglike phantasm
which appeared in the seaside village of Barocean on the West Coast in the
latter part of the last century which was anything but mystical in intent.
Not for him appearing to lonely maidens to ward them from evil, not for him
appearing to old drunken men to warn them that their time on earth was up.
Not for him the protection of lost children or the punishment of people who
dared to cross a local taboo.  No, for this dog, which became to be known
as Horny Hound locally, a different goal emerged: Mating and with local
women, breeding them, whenever he could get away with it.

   The first recorded encounter with Horny Hound occurred in mid 1975.  I
arrived at the turn of the century, the 21st century that is, being a
researcher into the paranormal.  No one wanted to take seriously any
stories of sexually active cryptozoology but I thought it was high time
someone looked into the multitude of stories which never made it into
books. The Legend of Horny Hound was my first case.  And my first contact
was a middle aged widowed woman named Mrs.  Clare Yarmount.  She invited me
into her seaside cottage in Barocean and I asked her for her story.  She
sat in a way that seemed she was quite perturbed, but not, I thought, with
me.  And this is the tale she told: On a summer morning in 1975, Mrs. 
Yarmount was walking along a small road picking blackberries.  Suddenly, a
huge black dog leapt out at her from the bushes.

   "Its breath...  I will remember that breath until my dying day," Mrs. 
Yarmount later recounted to the author, "It stunk of sulfur and alcohol. 
It was almost as smelly as my husband's.  Now, I have always been
comfortable around dogs but this one seemed different.  Its eyes were red
and glowed from within, but even so they almost seemed human.  Its paws
seemed elongated, its claws almost fingerlike digits.  I was so scared, I
was sure it was a rabid dog.  It bit my neck and I held still, waiting for
the end.  But, as it held me in place with its jaws, the dog was quite
heavy and lay fully upon me weighing me down.  Its paws scrabbled across my
chest.  I was wearing a loose cotton dress that tied in the front in those
days.  I had recently married.  But it wasn't scratching.  With some horror
I realized it was trying to rip off my dress!  How could that be?

   "I figured it just wanted to get to my skin to rip my heart out.  Then I
felt it.  The beast was immense!  I mean...  its member.  I felt it press
against my legs as it forced itself between my legs.  It was erect!  I must
have panicked then because the dog growled loudly and bit my neck harder as
I struggled.  I then lay perfectly still, terrified.  The strange dog began
to lick my face.  It licked long and hard at my cheeks making my head turn
left and right.  Its paws began to knead my breasts.  I had good breasts in
those days.  I wore a C-cup and since I was young, the heavy things didn't
sag.  But now it was kneading them.  I suddenly realized, this animal is
trying to rape me!  I put my hands underneath his very heavy chest and
pushed hard but that only made him growl again loud and turn his head to
bite my neck.  This time he gnawed on it, grinding his incisors into my
neck arteries.  I began to sob a little.  Maybe if I let him play a bit, he
would get tired of the game and go away.  He didn't!"

   "He chomped and chomped harder, growling.  I didn't know what he wanted.
He had my breasts exposed.  While I moved, I opened my legs wider and he
let up his clamping bite on my neck just a bit.  I spread my legs wider,
and he let up more.  He wanted me to cooperate!  I reached down and pulled
my skirt up, hiking it up over my thighs, exposing myself.  He reacted by
humping wildly against my thigh.  I touched his penis.  It was huge.  Well
over a foot long, thicker than my wrist.  It was leathery and slimy from
his sweat and I suppose precum.  He was licking my mouth directly by now
and I opened slightly.  What was I to do?  He could obviously kill me.  And
he was an animal!  Literally!  I mean, what was I to do?  Beg?  Offer him
money?"

   At this point Mrs.  Yarmount became very emotional.  And the writer
became very horny.  Now in her early forties, Mrs.  Yarmount still shows
evidence of the milky curvy beauty that was once ravished by Horny Hound so
many years ago.  Her thick blond hair is done up in a huge bun and her
freckled face is aged and lined.  Her breasts now sag more in her sundress
than they used to.  But I could easily see what that Horny Hound was
thinking on a summer morning over thirty years ago.  Mrs.  Yarmount
continued,

   "So I began to stroke him.  Stroke his dick...  penis.  It was flopping
and throbbing.  I could have sworn his thick heavy furry body felt more
like that of a man than a dog.  Sort of like a man in a dog suit.  But it
wasn't a suit.  He was heavy.  And it seemed like pure muscle.  That breath
was so bad.  The eyes though, by this time, heavily lidded in pleasure as I
stroked his member.  Then he began to rut against me.  I had panties on,
the blunt end of his penis was shoving against it.  I guess he was trying
to tear through it.  He was licking on my breasts now, licking all over.  I
couldn't help it.  When his rough tongue licked over my nipples, I arched
up.  I..  I moaned.  I pulled down my panties; he seemed to understand what
I was doing because he moved aside out of the way.  Then he was back
between my legs.  I spread wide...."

   Mrs.  Yarmount looked off into the distance at this point.  I noticed
that her hand strayed down between her legs, stroking softly.  I asked her
to continue.  She snapped her head back toward me, her eyes seemed blazing
with emotion.

   "He took me!!!  He took me and he took me and he took me.  He made me
orgasm.  I had just married!  My husband, bless his soul, used to dash at
me.  We married young and he was just a young man then.  I had not yet had
an orgasm with him yet as he didn't last too long inside me.  But this
animal!  His dick was huge.  He ground it inside me.  He came inside me and
made me cum.  I screamed and screamed and was horrified when I heard myself
screaming for more.  He put so much of his flop inside me; it was squirting
out of me as he kept up his assault.  Weird thing was, as many times as he
took me, and he made me take most of that huge blunt branch, it never
started hurting.  I wasn't numb either.  I can still feel the knobs and
veiny curls on his member with my insides to this day."

   "How awful" I said, trying to hide my own erection as I interviewed her
in her cozy living room by the sea.  She looked out the window and smirked.

   "Yeah, awful, then how come you got a chubbie?"

   "I'm so sorry!"

   "It's ok, dear, I'm glad someone wanted to hear my story.  And my
husband left me almost six years ago, it would be nice to have some... 
attention." (Mrs.  Yarmount's husband died six years previously but she
always referred to him as having `left her' because she missed him so much
and felt he ran out on her by dying...  a strange woman.)

   Mrs.  Yarmount then lifted up her sundress and offered me relief in the
most pleasant way.  I love women with tons of pubic hair and she had so
much I couldn't see her vulva.  While she may not have been as fresh as
when Horny Hound enjoyed her, it was quite pleasant and her breasts looked
a lot better than I expected.  As I dressed after our impromptu encounter,
she dropped a further bombshell.

   "I gave birth nine months later." She said flatly.  I must have had a
look of absolute horror on my face.  Although I was soon to find, it wasn't
the first time I'd hear the phrase.

   "Oh it was my husband's," she laughed, "I didn't have a wolf-child like
the others."

   That was the first time I'd heard the term which I would hear whispered
by the locals around Bayocean over the time of my research.  Wolf-Child. 
The Others.  Luckily Mrs.  Yarmount was the local gossip.

   "Oh, I couldn't tell you anything!" she gasped as she led me to her bed
where I spent the night, and where she talked nonstop about all the people
in the town and their interactions with Horny Hound.

   My next stop was Audrey Betterled.  She reported an encounter with Horny
Hound soon after Mrs.  Yarmount.  In late summer 1975 she had been a young
teenager: Thick long jet black hair.  No bust whatsoever but long legs and
a butt which seemed to be a perfect peach shape.  Her eyes were uncommonly
big and round, and her pupils as well.  It was unnerving being transfixed
by her gaze.  I felt I should be researching her and not this phantom dog.
Like many young teenagers, Audrey liked to sneak out of their parent's
house in the middle of the night for various night capers.  This is what
she had done in July 1975 when she climbed out of her bedroom window for "a
gallon of milk." She never did get the milk, but she did meet a local
married policeman for a brief and torrid encounter in an old abandoned

schoolhouse that night.  To this day she refuses to name the man.

   It was on the way back from home around midnight that she encountered
something strange.  She was being followed by what appeared to be a large
shaggy black or brown dog.  The night was very dark, it was almost fully
overcast.  Barocean is on a long sparsely populated area of coast so there
was no one else around, her own home was the nearest house in the vicinity.


   "I was always a bit of a tom girl when I was young.  I guess I had to
be. I never did develop and was flat as a board.  Guys said that they loved
my big round black eyes and raven black hair that went down past my butt
but then I always used to catch them staring and drooling looking at Mavis
Killicutty and Lattesha Johnson who had boobs that hit doors five minutes
before they got to it.  Like cows.  Ew."

   The dog was following her in the dark.  But even though the night was so
dark, she could clearly see the dog!

   "It was weird.  It was like he was shining in the dark, even though he
was black.  Like black light.  I hadn't done any drugs, He [the policeman]
didn't have any pot for me that night.  We just had sex.  But there he [the
dog] was, darker than the night but yet standing right out.  I think what
really got me to walking faster was the eyes.  They was red and shining. 
But...  human.  You know, like people eyes."

   Audrey trembled a bit, even twenty five years later remembering what she
saw is harrowing.

   "It did something.  It...  grinned.  I dunno.  I didn't watch Disney
cartoons until years later with my son but it looked like that cat in the
story where the girl goes through that wacko LSD trip through the rabbit
hole.  I think that's when I began to run through the blade grass toward
the dunes.  It caught up with me pretty quick.  It lept up, I fell to my
knees.  I screamed but he scrambled up on top of my back, and bit the back
of my neck hard, twisting it, like a cat does with its prey...  which I
thought was weird as this thing was supposed to be a dog."

   "I bit my lip, and quieted down just out of fear but he let up his bite.
I guess he didn't want me screaming.  Then he got off me.  He put his snout
right up against my stuff!  He was snuffling and sniffling.  I think he
smelt the policeman who just had me.  I made him wear a rubber so I
wouldn't have a baby.  So I had no jizz in me.  But even so, I don't think
the dog was pleased.  He growled and pawed the ground."

   "I had been wearing a knee-length skirt and I did have panties on but
those were taken off by, well, my lover who I still won't name.  The big
dog shoved his snout right under and began to lick.  He licked my labia. 
Oh god it felt good.  I mean, I didn't want him to.  I was terrified!  But
I had just had sex and he had finished pretty sharpish.  After these
encounters I usually went home and got myself off.  But this dog...  what
his tongue was doing.  I was a horny young teenager!  I didn't care
anymore; this was making me feel good."

   "He licked and lapped and his tongue got inside me.  I think I must have
been howling by then.  He seemed to like that.  I heard him pant like a
happy puppy.  It was still dark, I didn't see much.  You ask about his
paws, they did seem to be able to grip more than you'd expect from a dog.
They were on my butt.  I had a good butt!  It was far better than those big
boob cows Mavis and Lettesha."

   "I didn't even realize he had mounted me until I focused on the ground
feeling strain in my arms and legs.  There was a huge heavy hot furry body
on my back.  And I felt something plunging deeper and deeper into my body.
He was inside my...  you know, my, um...  can you swear in interviews?  My
vulva I guess if you want to be biological.  The huge rough sides of his
cock rippled through my labia, roughing against my clitoris.  Damn.  That
dog.  I had multiple orgasms that night.  Over and over again.  Rippling
outward, making my big nipples on my flat chest shake.  I mean, I'm flat as
a board but that dog wanted me so bad.  He came and came, I had so much
jizz in me.  You know how many times I walked that stretch of beach at
midnight after that?"

   At this point Audrey stopped and lit a cigarette.  I told her to use
whatever language she was comfortable with.  Then I asked her if she ever
encountered the dog again during those midnight walks.

   "Oh damn.  Only a few times soon after.  I lost count.  But I think I
know now he just wanted to make sure...  um.  I got pregnant."

   "From...  the dog?!?" I gasped.

   "I guess...  I mean, it could have been my policeman lover.  Maybe the
condom had a hole in it.  Anyway, when I parents found out, I lied and told
them that Parker Peterson had done it.  Then he went and got himself killed
in a car accident before my parents could confront him.  In the grief of
the moment, they shared the news with Parker's parents and they were all
like..  we'll raise the child as his son.  Because it was all they had left
of him.  All that jazz.  I am sorry about that, but it wasn't his.  I had a
boy.  Named him Wolf.  No one ever knew why."

   I sat for awhile, letting the story sink in.

   "Is Wolf around town?" I asked.

   "Oh no, he joined the Army and I only see him couple of times a year."

   "Is he...  different?" I asked.  Audrey grinned widely.

   "Yes." Then there was dead silence only broken by a sudden peal of
laughter from Audrey.

   "The body hair, the oversized jaws and mandibles.  But most of all... 
his dick.  It's not only uncommonly huge but its blunt.  Like an animals. I
never had him circumcised because the skin flap covers the weird blunt
ending of his penis.  The doctors just assumed some form of atavism and
suggested counseling when he got older.  Counseling!  The size of that
monster bulging under his trousers going through high school, he did need
counseling from the number of times all the girls in his class kept trying
to rape him!" Audrey laughed in amusement and brushed away a tear.

   "No really, he was a good kid.  Kinda rough.  But quiet.  No the
smartest in the block.  His senses are uncommonly good.  I hear that in
Army training, he injured an instructor who tried to make an example of him
by attacking him with a weapon in a very real way.  He wont tell me much
about that.  I guess they didn't kick him out or nothing for it."

   So with Audrey's account, I met my first "Wolf-Child." And like so many
instances in the paranormal and occult, I could not see the evidence first
hand because it had been whisked away.  I asked Audrey if she knew of any
other victims of Horny Hound.  This lead me to the strangest story of Horny
Hound I had heard yet.



   In August 1975, Bly Lincoln was forty five years old.  She was a larger
Afro-American woman living alone on the edge of the dunes which stretched
out south of town.  (It should be noted that the small country road that
Mrs.  Yarmount encountered the dog on ran along the dunes on the far side
from the sea).  I was shown pictures of Bly by my contacts and I must say I
wish I could have met her then.  I am a chubby chaser and I could not blame
Horny Hound one second for chasing down this bubbly beauty.  Bly had huge
breasts that hung down fat over her big belly.  Her legs were thick.  She
was built to withstand hurricanes.  Her skin was very dark and her nose big
and thick.  Her eyes burned with an intensity I have only seen in people
gifted with powers.  Indeed, it was said that Bly had occult powers and was
a fortune teller but the more stories I heard lead me to believe that these
were mostly due to stereotypes of her being a black woman.

   Bly herself no longer lives in Barocean and would be in her early
seventies if she did.  I could not track her down and she may no longer be
among the living.  But the report she wrote to the police still remains as
a chilling reminder that something was roaming wild around Barocean in the
late 70s, raping, seeming intent on impregnating every woman of age in the
town.

   "I was walking down past that old mill where Mr.  Johnson used to keep
pigs and goats.  That one there by that old quarry where they filmed that
television show that one time in 1973..." began Bly's account of what she
encountered.

   "It was late at night.  I was walking home after bingo at the grange
when this black dog comes walking up beside.  He was a big smelly brute and
he looked up at me with these eyes.  They was red.  But more than that. 
They was sly.  I mean, he was leering up at me like some men do when they
see my breasts.  It made me so mad.  I had a thick walking stick with me
and I lifted it up and brought it down on that there dog's head hard as I
could.  I am a large woman and I don't fear anything walking, certainly not
on four legs.  My stick hit that dog hard and I felt it impact.  But I tell
you, that dog didn't flinch.  I don't think it felt it.  It just kept
leering at me.  Then it got in front of me.  Walking backwards.  Looking at
me.  Then it got this big wide smile.  I am sure now that that wasn't no
dog.  It were a devil."

   "Next thing I knew it had leapt up on me and was going for my neck.  I
fought it.  I ain't no breeding bitch for I knew what this thing wanted. 
Its paws were already grasping at my low cut shirt trying to get at my
breasts.  And I felt the huge hard fire hose it had by way of a c[rubbed
out] penis!"

   "I flailed and fought but this sucker meant business.  I was sure his
teeth had already punctured my neck.  He was twistin his jaws and I felt my
spine twistin with it.  I swore at him.  Yelling, telling him he was the
worst kind of devil.  Calling him names and blaspheming to the heavens to
get them to hear me.  They didn't."

   "That damn devil dog got down on my belly and rubbed his big thing
against me down there.  My legs were kicking and jumping.  The blunt end of
his penis was roughin along my button...  the clitoris I guess its called.
He was rubbing his cock up against it, all I could do was lay there in the
sand and gasp.  My long skirt got thrown up somehow, I guess it got that
way when I fell back.  I tried to bend my legs to kick him but my large
thighs just couldn't flex fast enough and the huge muscled animal fell on
my belly.  When that his penis slid inside me, I just lay there.  He was
big.  My husband is very large but he was easily four times his size."

   "I think he must have liked me because as he was thrusting and rutting,
he was whimpering and whining like a horny teenager.  I don't think that
that dog was a dog.  I think it was a man in disguise.  My family told
legends of evil magicians who could assume the form of animals in order to
have sex with women they wanted and steal.  I grabbed his head and stuck my
tongue out.  He flicked his long thick pink tongue out and licked on mine.
Very fast little licks, like kissing.  My arms wrapped around his furry
thick body and I opened my dress for him.  `Is this what you wanted, you
disgusting raping evil fiend?' I said to him.  His only answer was to lick
over my large breasts and then suck the nipples.  I held my breasts up for
him.  His head pressed against my chest and I nursed him.  I don't know how
long we stayed like that.  By the time he had had enough and left me
overflowing with his seed, the first light of dawn was breaking."

   Bly later told friends that she went home and made a charm to ward off
evil that her grandmother had told her about once.  It seemed to work.  She
said that she twice saw Horny Hound watching her as she walked home.  He
sat back on his haunches in a way that she could see his erect penis rising
before him, like a pole in front of him almost all the way to his head. 
But he only watched her from a distance, whimpering, eyeing her.  Bly
figured that the charm protected her and tried to teach it to other women
in the town but they ignored her for the most part, passing her off as a
superstitious old black woman trying to pedal some weird wares.  Soon, she
left town and they would regret their decision.  These three accounts
pretty much sum up Horny Hound's activity.  He would attack mostly at
night. Often times, he would use as little violence as possible and cause
his victims to have much sexual pleasure although it was unwanted.  He
would often stalk the same victim more than once, only ceasing when she
became pregnant.  And in this, he would often stop long before the woman
knew she was pregnant.  It isn't known whether or not Bly had simply been
impregnated during the first encounter and Horny Hound simply regretted not
being able to have sex with her again because of some unspoken rule of his
own.  She moved from the area within a month of her police report on August
16, 1975 and was never heard from again.  If any readers know of her
location or what her story was after leaving Barocean, contact the author
care of this publishing house.

   I collected many in-depth accounts of Horny Hound's attacks and victims.
Indeed, to recount them all here would start to be repetition of a boring
manner as Horny Hound didn't seem to vary his motus opperandi very much. 
His sex positioning seemed to be missionary with some adventures with
doggie style.  I seemed to see a pattern that he took smaller-breasted
women doggie style and larger-breasted women missionary style, however,
while I can make this statement statistically (76% missionary, 20% doggie,
4% `other') we can never really know for sure.  Also, Horny Hound seemed to
have a penchant for women in skirts or dresses.  Perhaps it was just easier
for him to take victims in skirts or dresses since removing pants took more
effort.  Horny Hound also seemed to expend as little energy in his pursuits
as possible.  The hound is, I suppose, sexist, because in all accounts,
wolf-children are all said to be male.

   Briefly, some other incidents included:

   September 1975 - Gini McGilly sees a large black dog on the dunes she
thinks belongs to her neighbor.  She ran out to collect it and bring it
home.  It was Horny Hound and he ravished her for eight hours.  Gini was in
her early twenties and unmarried.  She had light brown almost blond hair
and good sized breasts.  Rumors were that she did have a wolf-child but
gave it up for adoption at birth.  This attack was unusual in that Horny
Hound forced the victim to fellatio him between sex acts.  Gini was said to
have a particularly beautiful oval symmetrical face and this may have
spurred his supernatural lust.

   October 1975 - Barbara Kanz was staying in a vacation cottage in the
dunes getting ready to go back to Brierwood after a long summer.  She said
she saw a huge black dog frisking in the dunes.  One night, she was shocked
to find him rushing along the cottage corridor toward her as she was
retiring to bed.  She was wearing her nightie and Horny Hound merely ripped
and scrabbled it off her.  Barbara was a large curvy woman with deep red
hair, large breasted with an attractive but heavily featured face.  A major
feature here was that Horny Hound, after stripping her, forced her to the
bed where he ravished her all night until well into the next morning. 
Barbara fled Barocean the next day and never returned.  Rumors around town
said she had been impregnated and had a wolf-child who, it is said, later
returned to Barocean recently to find the cottage his mother had once
stayed in.

   November 1975 - Another young teen who has remained anonymous in all
accounts awoke to find Horny Hound standing by the side of her bed late at
night.  He had snuck in through the window.  He didn't attack right away,
he stood up on two, his forepaws said to be held before him almost in
prayer.  And his huge penis was sticking out almost perpendicularly.  The
girl, probably thinking she was dreaming, reached out to touch it.  She
kept stroking the long thick pole making Horny Hound growl and gurgle in
pleasure more and more.  She rose, transfixed, out of her bed, and being
naked, exposed her young but ample bosom to Horny Hound.  This, and her
rhythmic, swaying stroking of his dick, caused him to shoot spunk all over
her.  Strangely, Horny Hound left but then returned every night for a week.
Each night she stroked him off until Horny Hound decided he had had enough
and mounted her.  Rumors flew around that Horny Hound kept visiting her
through the winter, even as he visited other victims.  Finally, the girl's
family sent her away to live with relatives after hearing her strange
stories of her nocturnal visitor - she always seemed to think he was
imaginary.  At least, so the story goes, until she became pregnant.

   November 1975 - a local schoolteacher named Crystal Entwhite was cycling
down the lane where Mrs.  Yarmount had her encounter.  It was dusk and
Horny Hound allowed her to hit him.  Thinking she had run a poor dog over,
she dismounted her bicycle.  Crystal was said to be quite flat chested but
possess a beautiful face with very very long curly brown hair.  Horny Hound
took her doggie position three times and then left her to ride home.  Her
wolf-child apparently was a girl but graduated from Barocean High School
and went to college in Brierwood.  Ms.  Entwhite would not tell me when she
might be home from university so I was unable to arrange a meeting with
this so-called wolf-child.

   December 1975 - Horny Hound showed a strange side of himself.  A hippie
girl named Mira Schwartz was living in an old RV far outside of town.  One
night she awoke to find herself surrounded by the roaring sounds of a
motorcycle gang.  It seemed she broke up with an abusive boyfriend who then
sent buddies in the gang to `teach her a lesson.' As they were about to
smash their way into the van, Mira heard screams of terror and fear.  She
also heard strange echoing growling sounds.  When she finally dared to peak
outside, she saw nobody, except for a large black dog.  It was grinning at
her.  But so relieved was she to survive the ordeal that when Horny Hound
made his intentions known, Mira gave herself openly to him.  She had large
hanging breasts but a plump full belly and a large bottom and thick thighs.
She wore her long black hair up in a bun most of the time.  She used to
wear a gypsy-like dancing girl outfit all the time...  and still does!  I
actually met Mira Schwartz, now in her early fifties, but she declined to
talk about Horny Hound at all.  It seems she considers him a savior and one
of her `spiritual guardians' and will not speak ill of him.  However, I did
see pictures of two children on the shelves of the cottage she now lives in
within the town limits.  Both seemed to have hair that grew down into their
faces and had thick limbs.  One boy and one girl.  And the boy, as much as
I felt comfortable looking, seemed to have a large mound like bulge in his
shorts.  It seems she had two wolf-children but how this came about and how
she got Horny Hound to return, she isn't telling.  But walking away from
her cottage, I did see a young man with intense wild eyes eyeing me very
intently with crossed arms from a nearby rise.  I guess the son is as
protective of Mira as the father was.

   By this time, the police became involved.  They talked about a serial
rapist in the area.  People became terrified.  I have read Barocean
newspaper articles from 1975 and 1976 about this.  No one can blame them.
But then again, no one really knew what to do.  The local police increased
patrols.  Women started travelling by groups and staying indoors at night
until the fiend was caught.  The government, in a bid to seem to be
effective, captured several suspects and held them for some time until they
were cleared by one means or another.

   Also, the whole ridicule of unbelievers set in as well.  People were
openly saying that there was no raping fiend dog.  Pregnancies, it was
whispered, were from illicit affairs and young people out of control having
teen sex.  Landowners along the road where most of the events happened
became suspicious and thought some sort of lawsuit was planned against
them. The usual backlash against people saying they had experienced the
extraordinary.  Horny Hound was not effected.  A police officer, one
Patrolman Sean Morris, did sight a large dog one early evening and give
chase.  The dog turned and, in Officer Morris' words, flared up into
something I would rather leave undescribed.  However, cool in his training,
he was able to discharge all six rounds from his service revolver directly
into the creature.  And, naturally as happens in these cases, they had no
effect whatsoever.  "Maybe I should have used silver bullets!" joked
Officer Morris the next day to the papers.  Yes, you should have. 
Unfortunately, Officer Morris was labeled by his superiors of just trying
to get notoriety from the local story and they even doubted that he fired
off his service revolver at all.  Upon returning to the scene of the crime,
his sergeant and two other patrolmen didn't even find the expended shell
casings.

   January 1976 - two women in quick succession are attacked by Horny Hound
in a heavily wooded area behind the town.  One woman said "He was so worked
up to have me, he didn't even uncover my breasts." The other woman, a
certain Mrs.  Portis who had long golden blond hair and a body like Jane
Mansfield in `The Girl Can't Help It' said "He lasted one stroke...  the
second one, he sunk in and shot off.  So much for the all night prowess
I've been hearing about Horny Hound!" Both women were said to have
wolf-children.

   This last comment also gives a hint to another attitude that was rising
at the time.  By this time, Audrey's stories of multiple orgasms, Miri's
stories of a protector from harm and even the young teen's stories of
romantic midnight visits were starting to make some young ladies, unhappy
in relationships or just needing a man, to start wandering the district at
night...  hoping to meet Horny Hound!  And as the events only began to
escalate from here, it seemed he was happy to oblige!  What follows are
only a few of the numerous incidents I uncovered.  I choose ones in which
interesting or possibly enlightening events happened:

   February 1976 - A middle age woman with a muscled build finds Horny
Hound looking up at her as she jogs along for exercise.  She got even more
exercise as Horny Hound mates her for over ten hours doggie style.  The
woman, known only as Cassie in stories, was not even sure how long the
incident lasted.  She apparently passed out during her third multiple
orgasm.



   April 1976 - a local wealthy young woman married to an elderly husband
was out walking her dog.  Upon seeing Horny Hound slink coolly out from a
hole in a hedge, her dog took off for the hills.  Upon seeing the golden
blond, hour-glass figured young socialite, Horny Hound struck.  The woman,
who went unnamed to protect her position, said that her large breasts
enticed Horny Hound in particular, and he spend some time sucking them.

   May 1976 - A city woman named Lorna Dune was staying in a coastal
cottage.  She said she had come to the area for the tranquility and kept
telling people she had no desire to meet up with Horny Hound.  She kept
saying this over and over and over again.  One night she heard a
knocking(!) at the door and , upon opening, found herself face to face with
The Horny Hound!  He grinned at her with that Cheshire Cat grin so many
women describe.  She allowed him in and they went to bed together, Horny
Hound not leaving until well into the next morning.  This is interesting as
Horny Hound did not simply invade her home but waited to be invited in. 
Legends mention some entities that cannot come in to homes unless invited,
but why Horny Hound reacted this way to Ms.  Dune, we will never known.



   Horny Hound remained active throughout 1976 and into 1977.  After that,
his activity fell off dramatically.  In 1978, only one attack was reported.
Although there were probably more incidents that were never reported,
activity seems to have fallen off by 1978.  Interviews with women who lived
in the town during the time seemed to end tight-lipped.  Until one of the
mentioned `the ranch.' I went back to Clare Yarmount, who I had been
staying with during my months in Barocean (my rent was having to be her
lover but she was still hot enough of a MILF for this not to be much of a
problem), and I asked about `The Ranch.'

   "Oh so you heard about that.  Remember that one story you had heard
about, the girl getting night visits?  Her name was Holly Berenza.  Oh what
could you say about Holly.  Imagine the hottest girl you have ever seen and
multiply it by five.  That's what all the fellas said.  She was so
ethereally beautiful that even girls got wet for her.  At least I did. 
Everything about her.  Her puckered fleshy perfect lips, the upturned nose,
downturned huge green eyes.  Her hair was strawberry blond and curled long
around her head.  She could have had no breasts or butt at all and been the
most beautiful woman in the entire area.  But she did have those...  and
what breasts and butt!  I can't describe anymore.  Like raindrops and
perfect curves were her breasts.  Her butt...  apples, peaches, plum... 
there's no shape perfect in nature that can get close."

   "Well, what does this have to do with The Ranch?" I asked, getting more
and more horny from her description alone.

   "That's where she is...  with Horny Hound."

   "What?!?"

   "Oh, all us women know it...  he kind of swore us to secrecy in 1978. 
No, he didn't talk, well not much, but it was just kind of a feeling.  See,
Holly came back looking for him.  She couldn't stay away.  And I guess
Horny Hound figured it was time to settle down.  So, with her wolf-child
toddler in arms, she went up there into the woods, the coast range
mountains up there about ten or twelve miles out of town.  Way at the end
of an old unused logging road.  That's where you'll find The Ranch.  But
don't go there.  Townswomen used to sneak up there all the time but poor
old Horny Hound...  Holly didn't want to share him.  She used to scare us
off with a shotgun at first...  then the children did the rest when they
got older.  I guess they're up there still.  You can write about it in your
book if you want, dear.  No one will care.  The women who know the truth
are all old and mingy like me...  yes you better laugh and say its not
true...  and the younger women never knew Horny Hound.  So, it's a moot
point anyway."

   "But why..."

   "Why, why, why, you sound like my son when he was a kid.  Who knows. 
Horny Hound just appeared, humped a whole lot of us, and then scampered off
with a hottie he found one night who accepted him freer than any of the
rest of us.  They're just happy up there together, I guess."

   As I was driving out of Barocean, to continue my quests into Paranormal
Lust, I saw a large black dog sitting on the side of the road.  His eyes
met mine and he grinned a huge Cheshire cat grin as I drove by.  But that
wasn't the startling part.  The startling part was seeing Audrey, spread
legged, up on one elbow, her chest flat as a board and glowing in the dusk
light, looking toward me too, waving.  I guess Horny Hound isn't quite as
retired as Claire thought.  I waved back and smiled.  It seemed to be the
only thing to do.

   END

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