The Horny Dog – Part 1: The Daughter

Prologue

I’m a dog. You may wonder what breed I am, but that’s irrelevant. And even if you were to ask, I would be unable to answer. I never had parents to educate me or siblings to play with. My first memory is that of a dark, grungy back alley. I can still remember the foul stench that inhabited it when I close my eyes. It seems like a lifetime ago now. I guess that’s what happens when you spend your days struggling to locate your next meal while keeping a constant lookout for impending danger. But that’s my life. It’s the only one I’ve ever known and it feels like it will continue slowly grinding me down until there’s nothing left. Perhaps one day things will finally get better…

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Part 1: The Daughter

I awoke in an old, rundown house. The place was a complete mess and it smelled like an outhouse, but at least it had kept me dry. It had rained all night long and, without this roof over my head, I would probably still be shivering.

A wide yawn parted my lips as I stood up. A quick stretch took care of expulsing the last few shreds of sleep from my body. Leaving my temporary residence behind, I headed out for another long day of scavenging. I remembered when finding food was as easy as locating a restaurant and waiting for the owner to dump the day’s trash. But with the economy in the toilet, more and more humans were left without a home. Many of them gave up their dignity and started scouring the trash in search of food. That left us dogs with no choice but to turn to cats, squirrels and rats to sustenance. But do you have any idea how difficult it is to catch such animals? Rats can hide pretty much anywhere. Squirrels can climb trees. And most owners now keep their cats indoors.

I had recently begun considering the possibility of venturing off to another part of town in search of food, but I was reticent to leave this sector of the city. It was where I had lived my entire life—if you consider a constant struggle for survival living—and I didn’t know if I was ready to abandon that link to my past. But if my parents were ever coming back, they would have done it by now. I was on my own and, unless I did something about my situation, I would starve to death.

After another long day of scavenging, I was forced to face facts. I hadn’t eaten in nearly three days and if I didn’t find food soon, I would not see a forth. It was time for me to leave.

After a final tour of my old neighborhood, I set off in search of a better life. My journey lasted about five minutes. I was so faint from lack of food that I crossed the street with looking. The final sound I heard was the screeching of tires. I didn’t even feel the pain. The last thing I remember was the world fading around me, giving way to infinite blackness.


When I came to, my head was throbbing and my vision was blurry. I couldn’t tell where I was, but I knew I wasn’t alone. I could hear voices. Human voices. My first reaction was fear. I had dealt with a few humans before and none of those interactions had ended well. Unfortunately, my diminished capacities left me completely at their mercy. I had no choice but to lay there and wait for my vision to return. When it finally did, I studied my surroundings.

I was indoors. Having never been inside a human dwelling—aside from the few times I slept in an abandoned house—I wasn’t sure what they called this room. Given my limited knowledge of humans and the furnishings that surrounded me, I assumed I was in what they referred to as the living room.

Speaking of humans, two of them sat on the couch that faced the small table I now lay atop—I think it’s what they call a coffee table, though I have no idea what coffee is. They were both females and appeared to be related, because they shared many characteristics. Intrigued by them, I took a few moments to look them up and down.

They both had platinum-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. It was difficult for me to tell, but I’m pretty sure they were quite attractive—at least by human standards. Their clothes were incredibly tight, which put their oddly enticing breasts on display. Though I couldn’t see this at the time, I would later learn their behinds were shaped like freshly-picked apples. The final detail I noticed was the intoxicating smell that arose from between their legs. Though I knew nothing of human anatomy, my highly developed sense of smell told me the aroma that now filled my nostrils was that of sex. I had no idea why these two women were aroused, but I could tell they both had sex on their minds.

By the time I was done studying them, I had come to a conclusion. These two beautiful women were mother and daughter, though the mother almost looked youthful enough to be the youngest one’s sister. Still, their interactions told me the link they shared was not that of siblings.

The two spoke in hushed voices. They kept glancing at me, pointing and giggling. I wasn’t sure why they were acting like a couple of schoolgirls, but I was about to find out. A quick study of my body informed me the collision with the vehicle had left me uninjured. However, my scrutiny also uncovered something else. I had a raging hard-on.

I had no idea why I was so turned on when I had only just regained consciousness, but it didn’t matter. This was no time to think about sex, so I shifted my body to shield my rock-hard member. Perhaps it was only my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw a look of disappointment appear on the two beautiful women’s faces.

The mother—I would eventually learn her name was Candy—said something. From the way she stared at me, it was clear she was speaking to me, but I didn’t understand a word she said. I only had a limited understanding of the language humans spoke. Thankfully, her tone of voice spoke volumes as to her state of mind.

The guilt in her voice told me she was the one who drove the car that hit me. The fear was no doubt a result of the fact I had passed out from the shock of being struck by a vehicle. The worry made it clear she was concerned about my wellbeing and no doubt willing to do anything to ease her guilty conscience. As for the arousal, well, I assumed that had something to do with my erection.

When I didn’t react, the daughter—her name was Barbie—gave communicating with me a try.