Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: wolf@netcom.com (Wolf Logan)
Subject: Teddy the Watchdog (F, dog)
Date: 19 Oct 92 16:00:48 GMT

Author's Notes: Originally written and posted in 1990. Whew! It's very
strange to look back on this now, almost hard to believe I ever wrote
this. I thought I'd have it posted again for those of you that have
never seen it because I've written about another experience just
recently, that will follow soon.

My thanks go out to Jeff/Carl (are you still out there?) who helped to
post this piece (originally) for me, and helped me to understand my
feelings and helped me not to fear my "unusual" desire. (Well, enough
to be able to discuss it and write about it, but sorry, I don't think
I'll ever be able to not do this anonymously). I also want to thank
Wolf for offering to repost this and post my new piece anonymously.

			 Teddy the Watchdog

	The following is a true story, so I hope you'll understand the
reason I'm posting this anonymously and not using any names or places.

	The first time this happened was over a year ago when I was
20. But I'll have to start back when I went away to college when I was
18 so that you will fully understand.

	In the fall of 1987 I moved away from home to go to a small
college about two hours away from my parents. The college was doing
its best to try to accommodate the increase in incoming freshmen and
limited dorm space by making double rooms into triples. Well, I've
never been much of a people person, and not knowing anyone at the
college, I had my parents help me find an off campus apartment
instead. I found a great one bedroom apartment right around the corner
from campus, it was cheap, pretty big and they allowed pets. This last
point was important, because my parents didn't want me to live alone,
but I didn't want to have to put up with anyone but myself. So my
parent bought me a dog to keep me company and protect me.

	I had to laugh when they brought him over to me at the
apartment the day after I moved in. They said "We'll get you a
watchdog so you can take him with you when you walk around campus at
night, and guard the house while you sleep." and there they stood in
my doorway with a little tiny puppy only a couple of months old. He
was so cute, a little fuzzball. Some watchdog.

	I named him Teddy because he looked just like a little fuzzy
Teddy- bear and my mother assured me he'd grow up to be a BIG Teddy
bear. He was a mix between several breeds, OK a mutt, but a BIG mutt,
you could tell by the size of his paws at that age, and by the energy
this little guy had. Mother said she was too afraid to get an already
grown up watchdog, for fear that it might not be very friendly, and
she also said Teddy would get big fast enough.

	Teddy was a great friend, he was always there to greet me when
I came home after classes, he always kept me company when I was
studying, and he'd snuggle right up next to me at night in bed.
Sometimes I think it was because of Teddy that I didn't have many
friends at college, certainly no boyfriends, but then again, I didn't
have many in high school either, so thank God for Teddy.

	I've always been big into fantasies. I love to read SF and
fantasy books, imagining that I'm a princess being swept off her feet
by a handsome prince, making love to him for hours in a bed of royal
silks and goose down. I usually get pretty hot and bothered while I
read stories like that, and they usually (assuming I'm alone) force me
to put down the book, close the shades, strip off my clothes and
pretend I'm right there in the story, and I'm being make love to. I've
had some pretty wild orgasms that way.

	I remember the first time I did this at my new apartment with
Teddy right there by my side. He has only been there a week or so, and
was still just a pup, but I remember he kept trying to see what I was
doing, lying there on the bed. He got up and walked right down between
my legs and tried to push my hands out of the way with his head. I was
really embarrassed and I kept pushing him away. Finally I was forced
to get up and put him in the other room until I was finished. For the
next few months, I just used to close the door before I fantasized.

	Teddy grew. Over the next semester Teddy grew pretty quickly,
and over that summer, Teddy got to be a very big dog. We still don't
know what breeds are in Teddy, but I'd guess some Sheepdog, gives him
his height and fuzzyness, but he's not as wide as a sheepdog, that
suggests maybe some German Shepard, or Doberman or something else
tall, but lean. Who knows, who cares!

	Fall and my Sophomore year rolled around. I liked the
apartment so much, and it was really the only place around that would
take Teddy, so I had reserved a place in the building for that school
year. It was good to be out of my parent's place again, to have a
little privacy and a place to take my new boyfriend. I met him during
the summer at the beach. He seemed like a nice enough guy at the time.
We made love whenever we could find a place to be alone. He lived at
home, and I moved back home for the summer.

	Within two weeks after moving back to school, when I finally
had my apartment back, he dumped me! Finally we had all the time in
the world, no one to bother us, and he left me. That hurt. Looking
back on it, I'm not really sure what hurt more, losing his company, or
just sex. Anyway, it wasn't long before I was back on my bed
fantasizing again.

	Then, one Saturday night, about two months after the start of
the semester, it happened. I was reading was of those sappy romance
novels, not my usual reading, but something to read to help get me in
the mood. There I was, sprawled out on my bed, stark naked, working up
a pretty good sweat reading about this poor girl who was about to make
love to a guy who was cheating on her big-time. I was so horny, but I
was also pretty mad thinking about my boyfriend at the same time. I
needed a new man to sweep me off my feet and make me explode in
orgasm. I was making myself crazy.

	Suddenly, up on my bed jumps Teddy, scared the hell out of me,
but I realized I had forgotten to close the door. I got up and quickly
escorted him to the door which I closed behind him, lay back down and
suddenly had the most bizarre thought of my life. I lay there getting
myself hotter and hotter, but could not get the thought out of my
mind. I began to think that it was the thought that was helping to
make me so hot and wet. Finally I got up, walked to the door and went
into the living room. There was Teddy stretched out on the living room
floor. He quickly got up and ran over to me, as he always does. As I
stood there, it was obvious that Teddy could smell my heat, he kept
nosing me and sniffing. I really hope people don't think I'm some kind
of sicko or something, but I had thoughts flying through my mind of
what I could attempt, and it was making me hotter all the time.

	Finally I could stand it no more and I sat down on the floor.
Teddy seemed really excited about all of this because the kept running
around me, nosing me and playfully growling. I can't say I had ever
really paid much attention to Teddy's `parts' before, but I definitely
noticed them this time, he was aroused. My mind was racing, trying to
figure out what I should do, I was shaking with anticipation. Finally
I leaned forward onto my hands and spread my knees on the floor, the
next thing I felt was a nose, then a big wet tongue go right across my
crotch. Oh God, I could have orgasmed right then and there, I couldn't
believe I was doing that. I looked back and Teddy was just humping the
air, his nose up in the air and he was going around in circles. He was
DEFINITELY aroused.

	I reached around behind myself and snapped my fingers and
called to Teddy. Again Teddy's tongue lashed across my crotch. This
time I grabbed his collar and pulled it forward. Teddy suddenly leapt
up onto my back, his pelvis still thrusting into the air. It was at
this moment I realized that I had no shirt on, and Teddy's nails dug
into my back as he stood there above me. I became afraid, Teddy kept
thrusting into the air just behind me. What if he hurts me, what if he
won't stop. A sudden wave of panic swept over me and I started to try
to get up. At that same moment, I felt a stab of pain as Teddy struck
my clit in a poorly guided attempt to get inside me. The next thing I
knew, Teddy struck home. Oh God, I felt waves of emotions hit me all
at once. Fear, Pain, Panic, ECSTASY, It was incredible. Teddy kept on
thrusting into me, each time he moved in a little closer, so he went a
little deeper.

	I lost track of everything around me as I had an orgasm like
I'd never had before (and still have never has since). I very nearly
passed out, but when it was over I can still remember the weirdest
problem. Teddy tried to back away from me, but I swear it felt like
he was stuck. He pulled pretty hard and nearly pulled me backwards. I
almost panicked, but I just thought to myself to relax and loosen up
my grip on him. He pulled again and with still quite a bit of
resistance, pulled free. I sat there on the floor practically freaking
out thinking about what had just happened. I noticed quite a burning
sensation on my back, and shoulders. As I got up to go into the
bathroom to look, Teddy walked around in front of me and gave me a big
wet slurp right on my face! I had to laugh.

	It turned out that I had gotten scratched up pretty well on my
back. That hurt for several day after. But I'll tell you, Teddy and I
had sex many more times after that for the rest of the year, I learned
to wear a winter coat that I had to protect my back. It's now my
Junior year here at college and I finally have a boyfriend, I met him
also on the beach last summer, and so far, we are still together. I
don't think I could ever tell him about me and Teddy, he'd probably
leave me in a second. So this brings me to a question, am I sick and
perverted? Am I the only person to do this? I didn't really see any
harm in it. I'd like to hear about anyone else's experiences with
their pets.