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Golden Eyes: an Affair of the Heart

Part 1

It had been a good day, in fact a good week, of sales as I wrapped up business
that Friday afternoon. I had been in Ft. Myers for ten days and had set records
for volume. The little advertising publication I sold for was full and I had
three more weeks already paid on the small apartment I had rented. I pulled
into a local pub and went in for a celebratory drink and to consider what I
should do for the time I had allotted for the Ft. Myers project. I decided to
stay in town and take a well-needed vacation, see some sights and work on my
tan.

As I nursed my second drink, one of the locals came in and yelled, "You guys
ought to come see this! They're fuckin' in the parking lot."

Everyone jumped up and crowded through the door to see what he was talking
about. I set down my rum and followed them onto the sidewalk. On the sandy
pavement were five dogs, four males of various breeds and sizes and one dark
husky-shepherd mix female who was in obvious heat for she was being hammered by
a huge mastiff-type. She was crying out in what sounded to me like discomfort.

The comments from the guys were, of course, vulgar and lacking in any
compassion at all. One of the fellows suggested a gardenhose to get them
separated. Another suggested they hold her and let all the dogs do her one at a
time.

"Listen to her yelp," the bartender said. "My ol' lady yells like that too when
I stick it to her, by god!" My heart broke for her but there was little I could
do. I went back in and worked on my drink.

After a few minutes, they filed back in saying that they were still going at
it, but it was too hot outside to watch. I finished my drink, paid my tab and
walked out to my car. The mastiff and the female were rump to rump. I fumbled
for my keys as I watched and saw the husky pull free from him. As soon as she
did, another male tried to mount her, but she was having none of that. She
turned and growled in a low, almost lupine tone that sent chills up and down my
spine.

The English sheepdog wasn't too discouraged though; he kept pushing his agenda.
When he climbed on her back again and thrusted, she snapped at him and ran
toward me barking in what I took to be a threatening tone.

I snatched open the door to jump to safety, but she shot past me like a missile
and clambered over the driver's seat to the passenger side, and looked at me as
if to say 'close the damned door'. The males were all in hot pursuit and
looking very aggressive so I had to make a decision: get in the car with one
strange dog or stay outside with four others. Ah shit, I thought. I slid into
the seat and closed the door. As the dogs barked in anger at her escape I
backed from my parking spot and drove away, rather stunned by this turn of
events.

I considered my options. The humane society was closed at that time of evening,
and I just couldn't call animal control or the pound, I had seen what those
were like and didn't like them at all. I reached over very slowly and let the
dog sniff my hand. She did and gave it a lick.

"Tough day, huh?" I said to her.

At the sound of my voice she stopped licking and cocked her head to look at me.
That is when I noticed her brilliant yellow eyes, they looked like gold coins.
It was obvious that she had been a stray for a while, but I could tell she was
quite pretty under the dirt and grime matting her coat. She looked well fed,
though. I pet her and felt a collar under her fur that seemed rather tight
around her neck so I pulled over and loosened the buckle to the last notch. On
the collar was a tag. There was a toll-free number and an ID number on the tag,
but no name or address.

"Okay kiddo," I said, "let's get you home and I'll see if I can find out who
you belong to."

Part 2

I pulled back into traffic and steered for the apartment. On the way, I stopped
and picked up some dog food, and other supplies, as well as a few things for
me.

At the apartment I fed her two cans of Alpo and half of my roasted chicken too.
Once she'd had her fill, I decided it was time to get her to do something I
figured she would rather not do, but if she was going to spend any time in my
apartment I didn't want her to put fleas in the carpet. If she didn't try to
bite me for it, I was going to give her a bath.

When the tub was full, I called her to the bathroom and was a little surprised
that she came. She looked at the water, then at me and then, quite lady-like,
stepped over the side and sat down in the luke-warm water.

"You've done this before, haven't you girl?" I said. "Okay then, let's get you
cleaned up.

With a small bucket I scooped up some of the bath water and poured it over her
working it into her coat. The water began to turn dark. I then massaged large
handfuls of flea and tick shampoo into her fur, starting at her head and
working my way back to her rump and tail. The water turned black from the
accumulation of grime that the suds removed. I emptied the tub and refilled it
for a second go. This time the suds were thicker and the water turned only a
murky gray. The third time the water rinsed clean. Through all of this, the dog
stayed calm and let me work.

As I worked on her tail I saw her vulva was very pronounced, dark skinned but
bright pink at the opening. It twitched every time my hands came close to her
there, as I rinsed the suds from her feathers and lower belly. I noticed that
her discharge was thin and nearly colorless.

I guess I should tell you that I am a zoophile which, to the uninitiated, means
I have a sexual attraction for animals, but my preference had always been
horses. I had no real attraction for or experience with dogs, so I wasn't sure
about much of anything. That she was in heat was obvious from the activity in
the bar parking lot, but beyond that I knew nothing. I shrugged and began to
dry her off, soaking three towels in the process.

"Okay you," I said, "let's make some phone calls, shall we?"

An operator answered the toll-free number and said that I could call in the
morning and find out the address of the owner. I thanked her and turned on the
television. The dog, which I had taken to calling Goldie, sat at my feet and
began to sleep. After the late news I got up and went to bed myself.

I woke the next morning and as I put my feet to the floor I touched fur instead
of carpet. Goldie had come in and slept at the side of the bed. I made a cup of
instant coffee and then clipped on the leash I bought the night before and took
the dog for a walk around the complex, letting her do her business at her
leisure while I sipped the coffee. I nodded at a few early risers that passed
by, a couple of them were walking dogs of their own. One of them had a male
German shepherd that became very interested in Goldie, nearly pulling free of
his owner to get to her. Goldie seemed uninterested in the dog though and
pulled me in the direction of my apartment.

I made the call again and told the person on the line the story. She told me
that the tag was an old one, but gave me the last known address of the owner of
the dog. I knew where it was and after getting dressed, drove her there,
expecting to witness a happy reunion. Instead I found an old mobile home that
looked abandoned.

I called the Humane Society. They had no report of a dog of my description
being sought by any owner. He suggested that I bring her in, but told me that
if she was going to have pups, she and the pups might be at risk of being put
down. I told him I couldn't have that on my conscience. He then said that a vet
could give her a shot that would keep her from getting pregnant, if it was
administered in time. He gave me the name of a vet that was open on Saturdays
and close by. I thanked him and gave him my number in case someone came looking
for her. I also left my number with the city pound and called the vet.

Part 3

The veterinarian said that there was such a drug, commonly called a 'morning
after' shot, that would stop the pregnancy. The price wasn't too bad so I took
her to him and had him give her the shot and give her a general check up too.
Her health was good, no worms or other major problems.

"Now she won't have pups," he told me, "but there is a side effect. Her heat
and her receptiveness to dogs will be a couple of weeks longer than normal. It
is very important that she be kept from any male dogs during the next, ohsay
three weeks, just to be safe."

"I'm taking her to the Humane Society," I said.

"Hmmm, well that is okay I guess, but sometimes they are over crowded and the
staff puts dogs in the same cages at random. She will probably end up pregnant
anyway."

Damn, I thought, I just can't win here.

I paid the bill and took her back home. Goldie bounded inside and sniffed
around the apartment happily.

"What am I going to do with you dog?" I asked. She looked up at me with those
golden eyes and smiled a doggy smile.

That night I lay in bed and tried to fall asleep but was having trouble
relaxing, keyed up from all the activity of the day, and the responsibility of
taking care of a living, feeling creature that depended on me for everything. I
had not ever had sole responsibility for anyone or anything but myself in a
long time. As I lay there under the thin sheets, Goldie came in and put her
nose under my hand looking for some attention. I stroked her head and told her
she was a good girl and that I would somehow find her family, even though the
name I had been given from the ID tag service had no listing on information. I
knew that I was not going to be able to keep a dog full time, not as a
travelling salesman, staying in motels and driving the southeast all the time.

Lost in thought, I had not noticed her slowly climbing onto the king-sized bed
with me. She lay next to me and cuddled up, laying her head on my chest and
whining a little.

"What is it, girl?" I asked. "Need to go outside?"

I took her out and she wet the grass in a couple of places and then led back to
the apartment. When I unclipped the leash, she headed right back for the
bedroom and jumped up on the bed. I followed her and saw her flop on her side
and begin licking herself with enthusiasm. I stared at her and watched her
become stimulated to the point where she began to hump against her mouth. She
would stop and whine and then start again. Her heat was in full bloom and she
was trying to 'scratch the itch' as best she could. Being zoo, even if only an
equiphile, I was fascinated and a little turned on by the sight of canine
masturbation.

Part 4

I climbed into bed beside her and began to pet her soft fur. She stopped her
licking, jumped to her feet and began to lick my face. Then she turned around
and presented her rump to me. Her vulva was twitching and glistening wet from
her saliva and her heat. The inner lips that had been pink were now bright red
against the dark flesh of her sex. They looked loose and gaped open a little so
I could see inside her a little. I walked on my knees to her and touched her
there with my hand and felt her twitch again under my palm.

Goldie pushed back and then turned around and began to lick my mouth again. I
turned my head at the assault but she wasn't deterred. She turned around again
and offered herself to me once more. I reached out and touched her, this time
with my finger. She pushed back and humped a few times before jumping on me,
knocking me onto my back with her kisses. I had to laugh out loud at her
wantonness and when I did her tongue found my open mouth. Her licking was as
rapid-fire as a machinegun. I relaxed at let her have her way, putting my hand
at the side of her head in a lover's caress while she explored my tongue and
teeth. My penis began to grow inside my jockey shorts as I let myself go with
her.

Goldie stopped her licking and whined again before she turned away and stood
with her tail held to one side. I looked at her, unsure what to do. I had seen
this dog unhappy with being mounted by a dog, one of her own species. I saw her
snap at him and growl a warning. If this hundred pound dog turned on me, I was
dead meat. I would be exposed in the most sensitive way to teeth and jaws that
likely could crush a leg bone, much less a bone of a different kind.

I slipped off my shorts and got back on my knees behind her. I put my hand on
her back and maneuvered her in front of me and began to pet her, talking softly
to her as I did. She looked back over her shoulder and whined again, a
plaintive sound if ever there was one.

Reaching under her I again palmed her sex and began to rub her there with firm
long strokes. Her shining stopped and she pointed her muzzle at the ceiling.
She was very wet there and was soaking my hand with her juices. Some of these I
smeared on my erection. I knee walked up behind her and pushed the head of my
penis against the bud of her vulva. The angle wasn't quite right so I adjusted
a little and began to push again.

Goldie immediately began to hump on me the way she had her tongue a few minutes
before. As she did my penis worked its way inside against a little resistance,
but not much. The heat of her was incredible and the lubrication was as smooth
as liquid silk. In seconds I was balls deep in her. I began to hump back at her
matching her tempo, which was rather faster than I was used to. The squishing
sounds of sex filled the room with a rhythm of lust.

I caught our reflection in the mirror over the dresser, a man and a dog in
ecstasy as the human penis appeared and disappeared into her. Her vaginal walls
danced and gripped my shaft in a counter rhythm to the copulation I was
witnessing. The angle of view was such that I could see her face clearly and
she her tongue was lolling out of her mouth in a smile. I saw none of the
distress that I had seen the day before when she was under the mastiff that had
taken her in the parking lot. No yelps from her, no sound at all, just the
sound of my pecker parting her and reaching deep within her to touch her
cervix, and the sounds of our panting in unison.

Goldie lowered her head chest to the mattress and pushed back at me. I reached
over her and lowered my face to her soft fur and kept stroking her. Being
bigger than her, I had my head next to hers. She turned and gave me another
lick on my lips, so I opened my mouth to her as she had opened her sex to me.
As my penis plumbed the depths of her vagina, her tongue found the depths of my
mouth and I lowered myself still further to give her better access.

We were bound together in love and lust and mutual pleasure and her sheer
enthusiasm for it all was unlike anything I had ever imagined it could be. We
rode waves of passion that rose and fell and rose again. We went fast and then
slow and then faster still, trying to get it right and realizing that all of it
was right. Her warmth filled me, starting at my groin but then cascading to my
whole body and soul, touching me in the hidden places even I didn't know
existed.

When her licking stopped I buried my face in the fur of her neck and growled
softly into her ear as I mated with her. She adjusted herself under me and more
comfortable, began to thrust back again, dictating the tempo she wanted from
me. I kept pace but not without struggle. Sweat began pouring from me as if I
was a marathon runner. Her grip on my penis tightened and then loosened. I
wrapped my arms around her chest tightly, hugging her to me and pounded her for
all I was worth.

The copulation became frantic for us, her inner muscles measuring and gripping
this alien form within her. I kept up the stroking until I was nearly
exhausted. My scrotum, which had been slapping her flesh, drew up tight against
my body. The orgasm boiled just below the surface, as I bred this dog. I
growled in her ear again and to my surprise, she growled back softly. With my
arms around her furry waist and my nose next to hers, I stroked her as fast and
as deeply as I could.

Part 5

I came.

It was a shuddering, earth-shattering climax like none I had ever had before
and now that I think about it, like none I have had since. My semen filled her
tight reproductive tract and made her, to my amazement, even slicker inside.
Again and again I released my seed and filled her need with it. Goldie stayed
very still as if she was feeling it filling her womb. As the last spasm shook
me I rolled onto my side and took her with me, spooning her into my lap.

We lay like that for a long time, cuddled together with my slowly diminishing
erection still within her warm grip. I pet her pretty head and told her what a
good dog she was and that I loved her. She reached back and gave me another one
of her licks as if to say she loved me too. Small, unfocused contractions in
her massaged the last drop of semen from me as we shared each others company.

Eventually we disengaged and she moved to the far end of the bed and began to
lick herself slowly and without heat, a general cleaning rather than
masturbation.

I left her alone and raised up on one elbow to watch her routine, fascinated by
her. When she was done, she hopped off the bed and went to the kitchen where I
heard her lapping up the water I had placed for her there. She came back and
curled up on the floor by my side and went to sleep. I reached over and turned
out the light and did the same.

For two weeks I shared my life and my body with Goldie, rarely leaving the
house without her at my side. We romped on the beach, we played Frisbee (she
was very, very good) and we took long walks in the nearby park. Everyday I
checked with the pound and the Humane Society to see if anyone was looking for
her. Every night Goldie and I made sweet love.

I had finally decided to keep Goldie for my own, that I could not turn her over
to the pound or the Humane Society. I had concluded that the family that she
belonged to had abandoned her. I knew it would be difficult but I figured I
could manage it somehow.

Three days before we were to leave for my next assignment, the phone rang. It
was the veterinarian I had taken Goldie to for the 'morning after' shot. He was
delighted to hear that I still had the dog.

"Buddy," he said, "you have just made a ten year old little boy and his family
very happy."

"Oh yeah?" I said defensively. "What kind of family abandons a sweet dog like
Goldie, huh?"

"They didn't abandon her. They live on the other side of town now and left on
vacation. A neighbor's kid was supposed to take care of her. She got away from
him and he was so scared that he didn't tell anyone until the owner's got back.
They got back a couple of days ago and have been looking for her, putting out
flyers all over town. I saw one at the grocery store and knew it was the dog
you had brought in."

He gave me the number. I sat down on the couch and looked at Goldie, who was
sensitive enough to know that I was troubled. I stroked her furry head and
thought of what I should do. My heart said to run and take her with me, but I
knew that I could never do that to a kid. I gave Goldie a last, passionate
kiss, all tongue and love, and then called the number.

I miss you Goldie, even after all these years. I will always miss you darling.

Old Horse
(Old-Horse@excite.com)

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