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Subject: {ASSM} Dare Chapter 7 (Dog+/F, Consensual, BDSM elements, Piercing) by Rachael Ross
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Story Codes: Dog+/F, Consensual, BDSM elements

Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
This story begins slowly, as I prefer these days, but picks up speed
quickly enough to suit most readers.

Dare
by Rachael

Chapter 7

I was lying on the bed chewing a piece of old yellowish rawhide, long
and round and hard until my teeth could work my saliva into it. Then it
was just really tough. My mates chewed the stuff all the time to keep
their teeth clean, but that didn't work for me. I still brushed my
teeth twice a day, although I sort of resented it and wished it
wasn't necessary. It was September maybe, and it was raining, but it
wasn't the start of the long wet winter yet. Just a rainy day like
everyplace gets sometimes. The boys were with me, nearby on our
blankets, Bush sleeping, Bandy chewing his own much larger piece of
leather, and Barley grooming himself lazily.

We all lifted our heads when we heard the truck pulling up to the
house. It didn't have a muffler, or more likely it had a big rusty
hole in one, so it growled and sputtered until whoever was driving shut
it off. The boys were outside quickly and I followed, stepping onto the
cold gravel and combing my long black hair back in the drizzle. I sat
down on the narrow strip of grass that grew alongside the house,
sheltered somewhat from the rain, but not minding it either. It had
been a long hot summer and this was the first visitor we'd had in
over a month, maybe more since all I had to keep track of time was my
cycle and the moon.

An old man stepped out of the truck, old and thin and red as a sunset.
A real Native American, dressed in Levi's and a button down western
shirt of blue and yellow. He had a wide brimmed hat with some eagle
feathers, two sticking up and a half dozen hanging down, all in the
back so that they seemed woven into his long milk-white hair.

He had no fear of the dogs either. I could sense him, like a great calm
and even Bandy stopped barking as the old man stood there in the rain,
just looking at them like he knew a secret. He glanced at me and then
looked again, harder and I looked back, curious and unafraid. He had
thin compressed lips and a strong jaw to go with his nose. Big ears
too, like old people get cause everything else stops growing but the
ears, the nails, and the hair.

My mates padded back towards me and we all went back into our room. The
old man had gone around to the front porch and our Master would deal
with him. The boys were damp and their feet dirty, but so were mine and
we didn't really care. We lay back down and gave little growls as
each of us sought our most comfortable spot. I was on my stomach, with
my arms folded under my chin, my face a few inches from Bush's and I
smiled, watching him watching me until his eyelids drooped and finally
closed. Bandy had his head on the small of my back, lying between my
spread legs with his soft neck along the rounded crack of my ass. It
had become their preferred position and my mates fought over it
sometimes, much to my own amusement.

I'd fallen asleep by the time our Master entered our room with the
old man and we all woke up, but didn't move except to look at them.
My brothers were satisfied that the old man was neither a threat nor a
friend, but something else, like a part of the world. Like a tree, or a
rock, or a cloud perhaps. It's a difficult concept to put in human
words, but enough so you'll understand that we were in harmony with
him.

My Master whistled sharply and called me "Dare, come her girl..."
and I roused myself, slipping out from under and between my mates so
that I could crawl eagerly across the floor to lick my Master's hand.

The old man smelled like smoke, which I found a little irritating at
first, but his hands were warm and gentle, although hard so I could
feel the bones of each finger as he touched me. They didn't speak, my
Master and the Indian, and I knelt there, rather enjoying the way the
old man was touching my face and hair.

"She's Onijwa." The man finally said, as if passing some sort of
judgement on me. "A spirit guardian." He sounded a little
satisfied, perhaps even smug about it and I wondered what that meant.

"A spirit guardian, eh?" My Master seemed to consider that.

"It will happen among the people when a spirit is born into a child.
She has the spirit of the dog within her." The old man didn't leave
a lot of room for argument, he sounded certain. "It is a blessing
that she has discovered her true self. In these times Onijwa are locked
up..." he spit out the words, "...given medicines to kill the
spirit."

"There is precious little wisdom left in the world, Whitecloud." My
Master said seriously. "That's why I'm here, maybe that's why
she found me."

"Perhaps." The Indian was nodding. "The Great Spirits do not rest
easily. She is welcome here, this Onija. She will be one of ours."

"Thank you." My Master did not smile, but he sounded a little
relieved. I didn't understand what the old man meant, but it seemed
like I didn't really need to either. "Do we need to do anything
else, or..."

"There is the Welcoming. The Onijwa must be received into the tribe,
the spirit will reveal itself to my people." The old man smiled
tightly and stroked my head. "Wisdom will return with the next full
moon. Bring her to the Table Rock when the sun retires, then she will
be welcomed."

And that was all the old man had to say. He turned and left through the
house, my Master walking with him. I yawned and stretched and lapped
some water from the big bowl we shared and a few minutes after the
noisy truck started and drove away, my Master returned alone.

"That was Whitecloud, the tribal medicine man." He told me
seriously, sitting in his chair while I knelt at his feet. "There's
been some talk, ever since those two boys saw you, that maybe...well,
maybe you're not here because you want to be."

I thought about, that trying to remember what I'd read on those
papers I'd signed so long ago. I was pretty sure I'd agreed to all
of this and I was glad that I had. I didn't know why, or how I'd
come to enjoy my new life, but it was obvious that I did. I couldn't
imagine myself any other way.

"So I've been talking to Whitecloud and he seems to think you're
special." Master smiled warmly at me, knowing I was special, "Like
a dog born in a girl's body, he says, or something like that."

I nodded with urgent agreement, my face lighting up happily. I am a
dog, I wanted to tell him, the old man was right.  But of course I
wouldn't speak unless my Master wanted me to, and he plainly
didn't. He understood me just fine.

"So, we go to this welcoming ceremony, get the official blessing of
the council and there won't be anyone anywhere who can stop you from
being yourself." He chuckled softly. "All I was looking for was a
girl who liked dogs and didn't mind having a little fun with it. How
the world turns, eh Dare?"

I smiled and felt my tummy tightening the way it does when I was close
to my Master. He hadn't been so attractive to me when we'd first
met, and I found him even less appealing physically everyday I stayed
there, just as I found my attraction for my mates increasing. But the
physical part had little to do with the feelings I had for him and
having my Master nearby, his presence filling my senses, often filled
me with a great desire.

Master smiled and stroked my hair and shoulders as I buried my face in
his lap. I knew he enjoyed it when I licked and sucked his penis and
that day was no exception. As I took his rigid member in my mouth
Master called Bandy and the dog soon mounted me, so that our Master
could enjoy the sight of us coupling. It was nice for me as well, and I
had to fight through my orgasms to bring my Master the pleasure he
deserved. When Bandy drove the thick swell of his knot into my pussy,
stretching the well-taught walls of my cunt nicely, my mouth was filled
with Master's hot sperm.

He held my head so that I would suck and swallow quickly, drinking his
seed the way our Master liked and licking him slowly clean, my body
jerking wildly under Bandy's short but powerful strokes. Then he was
cumming as well, and a fresh flood of warmth filled my womb, trapped
inside me by the swollen muscle lodged tightly in my sex. I was cumming
too, one long final orgasm as I savored the remains of my Master's
satisfaction and he held my head in his gentle hands while we waited
patiently for Bandy's cock to release me.

This was the essence of my life and the moment when I was most happy.

end Ch.7

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