A Girl and her Dog

When I look back on my days at CPA, I don’t look on them fondly. I was basically the school’s whipping girl. I never tried to be better than anyone, heck, I never saw myself as better than anyone. I know it would sound pertinacious if I said that they were all just jealous of my academic abilities, but, honestly, that’s all it boiled down to. Jealousy.

Crystal Prep fostered a competitive school environment as a way to push the students to do more and achieve more. Not only in athletics but in the field of academics as well. I admired the school for that, focusing on rounding out their students physically and mentally, however, I disliked the way they went about it.

Anyway…

Things have been getting worse with the upcoming Friendship Games, Principal Cinch has been fielding students for positions on the team, and everyone’s trying to show off what they can do. Most of the seniors are eager, despite being a senior myself, I honestly have no interest in the games. I’ve been onto something, a power, an energy source that could change everything, but it’s been slow going. But there was something else hindering me in figuring it out. Something rather…personal.

I try not to let the things everyone says get to me, but sometimes it just won’t stop repeating in my head.

“You’re such a recluse, Sparkle. You’ll never get a boyfriend.”

“Tch, who’d want to tap that? No one, that’s who. You’re a scrawny little nerd girl.”

“The only way someone would date you, let alone sleep with you, is out of pity and because they think you’d be an easy lay.”

I slammed my fists on the desk of my workstation in my room, causing the various nuts, bolts, wires, and circuit boards to jostle and fly up an inch into the air before they clattered back down. I took off my glasses and rubbed the bridge of my nose in frustration, again, I try not to let their words get to me, but it does chip away at me from time to time. It’s not as if I want a relationship, I’m fine being alone…it’s not like there’s anyone here who’s caught my eye, especially when almost every single person here either shuns me, gives me glares, or just outright says they dislike me to my face.

I sighed heavily as I put my glasses back on and turned around in the swivel chair to look about my dorm room. Crystal Prep students were required to live on campus, which meant there was really no escape from all their continued harassment. But, thankfully, due to my excellent grades and contribution to raising the reputation of CPA, Principal Cinch has given me the privilege of having my own dorm room, zero roommates, and all the space in the world to make my own workstation.

While it didn’t help with my image, as it only made the other students believe I was getting special treatment, it did however provide me with at least a place that I could call my own. My own private sanctuary if you will. The walls were reinforced just in case one if my inventions or experiments caused a minor explosion, and to cut down on noise to the adjacent and above dorm rooms. Even my door was reinforced, so no sound was able to exit or enter once I was inside, I was completely isolated.

Which was probably what gave me the courage to…to do what I did.

I admit, even I’m not immune to certain urges. I am a healthy eighteen-year-old girl, and just like any girl, despite what my peers may believe or say, I have needs, too! But…the way I went about satisfying them was less than normal, no, it was very abnormal. You see, while I say I’m alone in this space, I’m not completely alone.

*Bark!*

“Hey, Spike, did I wake you?” I asked.

Spike barked again and came running towards me, once he was close enough, her launched himself up at me. He landed in my lap and began licking my face, which made me giggle. Spike, if it wasn’t for him, I think I would’ve slipped into some kind of depression a long time ago. Dogs don’t judge, they know what’s in a person’s heart, as unscientific as that may sound. You show them love, and they return it in kind. There’s no complicated social ques to look for, no nuances to infer, just simple action and reaction.

Of course, having a dog on school grounds was prohibited, hence why I was grateful for the soundproofing of my room. Spike could make all the noise he wanted, and no one would hear him. And since no one really came to visit me, aside from Dean Cadance, it was easy to keep him hidden. There was another reason why I was thankful for soundproofing of my room, and it involved Spike. I got him to settle down a little bit so that he was just sitting on my lap.

My gaze drifted to my bed, and then back to Spike. I felt so ashamed every time the thought crossed my mind. Every time I give into it, I tell myself, “This is the last time, no more!” But that’s a lie, “no more” only meant about a week or so before I did it again. The knot in my stomach twisted and grew in tandem with the wetness that was starting to form between my legs.

“Hey, boy, do you…do you wanna play our game?”

*Bark! Bark!*

“Okay…so long as you want to,” I said.

I know he can’t understand my words, but he could understand my intentions. You see…over the last couple of years…I’ve…I’ve been having sex with my dog, with Spike. All these jeers and jealous eyes, all the pushing and shoving, it got to me. I don’t know what broke inside me to venture down this path, but ever since, I haven’t been able to put that part of me back together. And deep down, on some masochistic level, I don’t want it to be fixed.

I picked up Spike and held him close to my chest as I walked over to my bed. Each step made my heart rate increase, anticipation, shame, and excitement all boiling inside me at the same time. Once I got to the bed, I set Spike down in the middle. Afterwards, I started to undress myself. I started with my skirt, unbuttoning it, and letting it fall to the floor around my ankles. Once I stepped out of it, I moved onto my panties, slipping them off and putting next to my skirt. Really, I didn’t need to go any further than this, it was not as if Spike cared if I was completely naked, all that was needed was for my vagina to be unobstructed.

But despite knowing that, I continued. Unbuttoning my vest and tossing it to the floor along with my shirt. I reached to the back of my head and undid my bun, letting my hair flow down my back. Spike sat the there and stared at me, his mouth hanging open as he panted. I know it wasn’t because he found me attractive, it was just his body’s natural way of cooling itself down since dogs don’t have sweat glands. Even so, I imagined it that was the reason. I imagined that Spike enjoyed the view of my body.

I didn’t have the hourglass figure like Dean Cadance or Fleur had, nor did I have their ample breast size. I was a B-cup at best, just average sized breasts. I trimmed my pubic hair, I didn’t see the need to wax, as, well, who other than Spike was going to see me in this state of undress? My body was thin, mostly due to my lack of exercise, I was the literal definition of scrawny nerd. But Spike kept staring at me. Like I said, I liked to imagine he found me attractive, and that was the reason for his staring, but logically I knew that was not the case. Again, it didn’t stop me from fantasizing that he did.

“Do you like what you see, boy?” I asked Spike as I cupped my left breast and kneaded it a little.

*Bark!*

I moved my right hand down to my pu-pu-pussy! I moved my hand to my pussy and began playing with myself! I gently rubbed my clitoris, which made me let out a moan. Afterwards and used my index and ring fingers to spread my folds and used my middle finger, pushing it into myself. I kept staring at Spike as I fingered myself, imagining he was boy who was gawking at me, enjoying the view of a girl masturbating in front of him. I knew the act of seeing his owner masturbate wasn’t what did it for him.

I knew that the more I did this, the more my vagina would release its fluids, which would in turn release more of my pheromones into the air. After two years of doing this with Spike, he had learned to recognize my scent, the scent of a girl who wanted to mate. I fingered myself faster when I saw Spike’s member start to come out of its sheath. Knowing that in a moment that canine cock was going to be inside of me only made me more excited. At this point, my sex drive was in full swing, gone was the shame of engaging in bestiality, no more was I concerned with the moral ramifications of allowing a lower animal mate with me. All I wanted next was to be loved, to be needed, to be a source of pleasure to another being and receive back in kind.

I kept fingering myself faster and faster until…AAAAH!!

I came…

I took my hand away from my crotch, it always amazed me how much fluid came out of my discharges. I’ve had sex with Spike more than once, and yet, each time when I did this little pre-mating ritual, it always managed to make me orgasm hard. Perhaps it was because I knew what was coming next was going to be incredible? I moved into the next part of our “game”. After giving Spike a show, I held out my right hand towards him, he sprang to his paws and approached my outstretched hand. He gave it a few sniffs before licking my hand and fingers clean of my fluids.

Once he had finished, I got onto the bed, lying on my back. Spike hadn’t grown up completely, he still had some growing to do, so he couldn’t mount me in the traditional since, but his size made him perfect for missionary. I brought the pillow under my head and spread my legs, I didn’t need to tell him what to do, he knew already.

Spike sniffed the air a bit more, and I could see his member getting harder now that he could smell the source of my pheromones. He approached my pussy and gave it a few sniffs before he stuck out his tongue and began licking me.

“Oh! Yes! Good boy! You’re such a good boy, Spike!” I moaned.

His tongue was rough and wide, covering the full of my vulva, clitoris, and labia. Spike continued to lick me, making me squirm in place, and increasing my anxiousness. The moment he stopped; I knew what was coming next. I watched as my dog rose on his hindlegs, placing his front paws on my stomach as he positioned himself. I felt the tip of his penis poke at my entrance, causing me to spasm involuntarily.

Time always seemed to slow to a crawl at this moment, as if the universe was trying to give me a chance to stop this, to end this degeneracy before I gave another piece of myself over to it. But…like always, I gave in. Time resumed its normal course, at least my perception of it, anyway. And the moment it did, Spike thrust himself into me.

I hissed loudly and grabbed fistfuls of my bed sheets. Despite his body size, Spike was well endowed, and no matter how many times I’ve taken him, it always felt like the first time. I guess that’s part of what drew me back to this. Before now, I had to guide Spike with my hand, aiming his penis at my entrance and pushing it in so that he could start humping. But halfway through the first year, he picked up on where he should be aiming himself and could now penetrate me without any assistance.

Once he was inside me, the mating began. Spike rapidly thrust his dick inside me, making me moan like a bitch in heat. Spike grunted and growled, giving into his primal urge to mate and breed the female he was inside of. That was other thing I loved about this, there was no need to wonder if he liked me or not, there was only the primal urge to mate, to release his seed into the willing female who spread her legs for him!

“Good boy! Oh, fuck, you’re such a good boy, Spike!”

Spurred my encouragement, Spike increased his thrusting, pistoning in and out of me like there was no tomorrow.

“Yes, yes! AAH – Oh! – AAAH – Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Breed me, Spike!”

The third part of what I liked was rapidly approaching. I could feel the knot forming inside of me. Expanding to the point that I could see it bulging outside of me. My own orgasm was quickly approaching, but I held on, because the next part would be so good! Spike gave one more thrust and hilted himself inside me! That’s when I felt a steady stream of hot dog cum pour through my pussy and right into my womb. But it wasn’t over! Spike twisted around until I was staring at his backside, effectively knotting me, and that’s when his cum came rushing with greater force, filling me up to the brim!

“AAAAAAYEESSSSS!!!” I screamed lustfully as I rode the waves of my own orgasm, cumming hard and squirting forcefully all over myself, Spike, and the bedspread.

I panted and huffed, my chest rose with each breath I took, and my body was licked with sweat. The smell of sex was in the air, and it would remain there until I was released and could spray an air freshener. I could still feel Spike cumming as he casually waited for his ejaculation to end. Now the fourth and final part, the best part.

Spike started to move forward, his dick was semi-hard, so it was difficult, but he kept pulling. It felt like someone had stuffed a tennis ball into my vagina and was trying to pull it out. Given the increased sensitivity, this action was only edging me closer towards another release. I gritted my teeth and gripped the sheets hard as I tried to remain still. I panted and moaned, feeling the bulbous knot starting to slip out of me bit by bit, and then, with a savage grunt, Spike tugged hard and popped out his dick from me!

I cummed again, my screams becoming little more than a strained gasp which caused me to arch my back, feeling the stimulation surge up my spine and into the back of my head! Once it was over, I came back down to the bed, panting harder. I could feel some of Spike’s cum leaking out of me, and I could tell just how much he had spread open my vagina. It would return to normal after a few minutes, but I wasn’t going anywhere until then.

Now came the part I liked the least…the regret.

I raised my right arm and rested my forearm against my head as…started crying. I hated myself. I hated that I manipulated my own dog, a creature that depended on me, cared about me, and would give their live to protect me. I used Spike’s love for me, and I taught him this. I knew that if anyone ever saw us, that would be it. He would be taken away from me, I’d be put in jail, and…I don’t know what would happen to him? Would anyone even adopt him? If they knew what I taught him to do, would they even want him around?

No, any reasonable person wouldn’t adopt a dog who was taught how to have sex with a human girl. They’d be too afraid to have him around their children or even female owners in general. Spike would just occupy space in a shelter until they…

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sniffled. I had no one else to blame but myself for doing this to him, to us. Because…I don’t think I can stop having sex with Spike. As much as I’m loathed to admit it, I’ve come to draw immense pleasure and sexual gratification from the act of bestiality.

Each time we have sex, I run the risk of someone finding out. Thankfully, he doesn’t show any interest in other girls when I take him out for a walk. Sometimes I’m afraid that his penis will unsheathe itself in front of another girl, but that never happens. Only with me, when we’re alone, does that happen. Why? Does he know? Does Spike know that he’s only allowed to be like that with me? Or is it because that it is me, that he gets like that?

*Bark!*

I glance to my left and watch as Spike walks up to me, he notices the tears flowing down my face and became concerned, whimpering as he nuzzled my cheek. I smiled at him, he didn’t know just how much trouble we could be in, of course he doesn’t, he was a dog, his only concern now was for his mate and master.

“I’m okay, Spike.” I tell him, although, it sounded more like I as convincing myself rather than him. I turned, carefully, onto my left side, and drew Spike close to me, hugging him to my chest. “We’ll be alright…”

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to do this for, eventually, something will happen that will force me to stop doing this. My conflicting feelings both pray for the day that happens, and for that day to never come at all.