The Pianist

by

SolsticeEros
dog-bestiality-story-fiction
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Lucy’s fingers ached. She had been playing for the better part of four hours and every single joint in her weary fingers seemed to scream out in protest. Shifting her eyes to the side without moving her head, she peaked at her mother who sat next to her on the piano stool. One missed note, or the slightest hint of dwindling concentration on her part and her mother would give her tired fingers a lash with the long ruler that rested in her lap. Lucy had, over the course of many years become quite skilled at separating her consciousness from the piano. She could daydream about something else than whatever piece her mother put in front of her this time or carefully steal a look on the living room TV; all the while she did not miss a single note.

It was not a hard piece. The sounds of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata echoed throughout the rooms of the apartment. Lucy’s mother had raised her daughter like she had been raised, with a firm hand that did not spare the ruler and but lacked for gentleness or love. It was the way that many Japanese-American families raised their children and it was the only way that her parents knew. Neither of them displayed much affection towards their daughter or each other, her parents had only managed to produce one child before their marriage turned stale and they no longer found any attraction in their partner. But they stayed together, because that’s what people do.

When Lucy reached the transitional point where Beethoven let the minor chord ring out and the sonata was about to take a turn into major and approach the crescendo her mother stopped her with a hand movement. Her mother put her pale hand with its perfectly manicured red nails on her daughters, “That’s enough for now, Lucy. Our guests will be here soon.”

Not offering any compliments on her daughters near perfect (technically at least) playing she stood up, dusted some imaginary dust (their home was always spotless, cleaned by a young Latino woman thrice a week) off of her skirt and walked into the dining room. There she inspected the table that Lucy had set earlier. The impressive display of perfectly aligned glasses and silverware lying on the tablecloth please her, but she was not about to tell Lucy that. The table itself was so high and the tablecloth was so wide that Lucy once jokingly had said that a whole pack of Grand Danois could be lurking beneath without anyone even noticing it.

Lucy’s mother did not approve of that joke, she hated dogs.

The doorbell rang. “Lucy, hurry up and get out here. They’re here!” Her mother’s sharp voice called out to her daughter.

Standing in front of the door next to her mother, Lucy dutifully intertwined her fingers, smiling a very fake smile. She didn’t like when they had visitors. Her parents were always extra strict and sometimes they drank too much wine and had an argument. Lucy hated that and sometimes when she was alone in her bed and neither her parents nor Jesus could hear her she mumbled the forbidden words.

“I wish they would just get a fucking divorce…”

That evening the guest would turn out to be very different from the sort of people that normally frequented Lucy’s home. She could hear laughter from the other side of the door as her father’s keys rustled in the lock and the door came open. With him, he had a slender woman in her mid-thirties. The woman’s chestnut brown hair was styled in a pixie cut and she was clad in washed out jeans and a black top that showed enough cleavage to make Lucy’s mother uncomfortable. She and Lucy were dressed in the same way, tight black knee length skirts and white blouses. Lucy’s black hair was tied back in a perfect chignon bun and everything about them stood in stark contrast to the relaxed clothing and almost androgynous haircut of their guest.

Lucy’s father was smiling and he chuckled at a joke that Lucy didn’t catch. “This is Emilia Beckett everyone. She’s the new Dean of the Oakmont Creek Music Observatory,” he said to his wife and daughter, gesturing for Emilia to step inside.

As soon as she walked over the doorstep a positively massive beast rushed past her, barking happily as it sniffed around in the hallway, exploring this new and exciting place. Lucy’s mother just stared, her mouth wide open as the shaggy dog trampled with its dirty paws on her perfectly washed floors. Lucy’s heart jumped, she loved dogs and had always wanted one, but her mother would never allow it and her father was far too afraid to offend his wife to buy one for her. Forgetting her supposed manners Lucy reached out and petted the dog’s back.

“Do you fancy him?” Emilia said with a distinct British accent.

Lucy giggled at the sight of the big black scruffy dog. “Yes! What kind of dog is he?” Lucy asked as she rubbed his back with both hands, rustling his black fur.

“You mean what breed is he,” Emilia corrected her. “He’s a Newfoundland,” she said proudly.

“And a pretty big one at that,” Lucy’s mother said sourly.

She wasn’t wrong. From the look of it the massive dog probably weighed close to a hundred and fifty pounds and stood well over two feet tall. It was, in essence, a majestic creature.

Lucy stopped listening as her parents and the strange woman exchanged pleasantries. Going down on one knee Lucy scratched the massive dog behind his ear and his tongue lolled outside of his mouths. Happy that the young girl paid attention to him the massive dog started to lick her face, his big tongue lapping over her lips and cheeks. “Ahaha, calm down, you!” Lucy giggled as he drooled all over her face.

“Brutus, down,” Emilia commanded, and the dog reluctantly backed off, running into the apartment instead to explore it.

As her father went into the kitchen to prepare the last part of the dinner Lucy’s mother and Emilia sat down on the comfortable couch in the living room. Sitting down on in front of the piano Lucy massaged her aching fingers as she prepared to entertain the guest. Her parents obviously hoped that her piano play would be the tipping edge that helped her get into the very prestigious music observatory of Oakmont creek. Judging from her mother’s surly demeanour she had not expected such a relatively young, and hip woman but rather someone else.

Lucy’s mother cleared her throat and gave Lucy a sharp look. She knew that she had to perform this piece perfectly in order to impress Emilia, but in truth she did not care. Music without emotion was just mechanical work to her, and she was certain that Emilia could see through her and feel her lack of passion. She got into position, her feet on the pedals and her hands resting on top of the keys. The first sombre notes started to echo throughout the room and it got quiet.

Lucy’s mother stared at her, determined to remember any missed notes and let Lucy know that she saw it afterwards. But Lucy missed no notes. Her mother had hammered the piece into her with relentless efficiency. Listening to the static notes and seeing Lucy’s apathetic face Emilia sighed to herself. Emilia had been promised that the young girl was something special, something beyond a musical mechanic, someone who could take a piece and make the music come alive. However, it sounded like she could not. Emilia felt the girl played more like a robot, than a human. Looking at the mother watching her daughter play she realised who was to blame for this. What had begun as a pleasant evening began to feel a chore. Emilia didn’t know if she could sit through an entire dinner and compliment the shy daughter of her host without letting on how disappointed she felt.

Brutus liked music. To his sensitive ears the notes felt more like crashing thunder than anything else, but he enjoyed it nevertheless. It always got him excited and this is no different. Walking up to the piano, he sniffed around the edge and the plants that was put there. For some reason or another the family had place massive pots of clay filled with bushy plants all around the bottom of the piano preventing you to see the bottom half. Little did he know that it was Lucy’s mother who had insisted on the odd arrangement after she had caught one of Lucy’s friends staring down her skirt during a practice.

Walking around the side Brutus finally found an opening to crawl under the piano and he could see the human feet move in an odd way. Intrigued by it, he walked closer, sniffing along the ground. He could sense the smell of human sweat, but there was also something else entirely. A weak whiff of that strange aroma reached his nostrils and his tail shot up against the underside of the piano. At first he couldn’t place it, it was different from all the normal smells that inhabited his world, but in the back of mind Brutus knew what it was, and it was a smell that had been gone for far too long. It was the smell of a willing mate.

Lucy was reaching the end of her piece, the minor part of the moonlight sonata and she was getting excited. When she was finally done with this her mother would almost certainly send her to her room until dinner was ready, and then she would get a few rare moments of privacy. Thinking about how she would let her hand go exploring, down, so far down to that special place, and how she would forget everything else for a little while made her wet. A small stain appeared on her white panties and Brutus watched as it grows.

Watching as the wet spot grew on Lucy’s panties made Brutus’ mouth water and he was already drooling when he walked up to it and dug his wet nose into the damp fabric. Taking a deep breath, he drank down her enticing scent knew in that moment that he had struck gold.

As the last tone of her minor part was fading Lucy got ready to get up and walk away but suddenly she came to a halt as something big, wet and furry pressed against her thighs. Her mouth came open and she gasped as the canine wet nose pressed against her panties, sniffing eagerly as the intoxicating scent. Grasping the edges of the piano stool Lucy let out a high pitched whimper.

There was no question in Brutus’ mind anymore, he had for the first time in his young life come across a female that was ready to mate. Brutus’ world was built around scents, they were more reliable than sight and hearing and this intoxicating aroma did not lie, in fact it only got stronger. He couldn’t keep himself from it much longer and buried his furry face in her lap, lapping hungrily at the source of his desire.

Lucy opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a low moan as the massive Newfoundland’s head pushed under her skirt. The soft black fabric settles around his head as he gorged himself, slobbering all over the fabric hiding her shamefully wet vulva. Leaning her head back Lucy’s breath grow faster as the dog’s wet tongue splashed over her thighs and centre. To her shock Lucy could feel how she got wetter, and the familiar fire pooling in her abdomen meaning that her climax was approaching. Her legs twitched and pressed against the furry head of the massive hound, but he took no notice, too occupied with sating his need for the intoxicating scent.

“Lucy, dear, are you alright?” Lucy’s mother asked, looking genuinely concerned. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing, mother, I… Mmhgh…” she whimpered as she continued to pant, the distant promise of climax getting closer with every flick of the Newfoundland’s tongue.

“I think that you sh-” Lucy’s mother’s protest was cut short as Lucy began to play again.

Unable to scream out her emotions Lucy took to the piano and the major part of the moonlight sonata just poured out of her. The high, happy notes came dancing out of her fingers, echoing through the house and Lucy’s father stopped what he was doing and came to the door to listen. Spellbound by the young girl’s performance Emilia just gasped, she hadn’t expected Lucy to be able to grasp the emotional resonance of the piece. She had written Lucy off as emotionally stunted by her overbearing mother. In Emilia’s experience, this kind of pianist never became more than a good technical player, they never become a performer.

However, what music filled the apartment now was something extraordinary and she didn’t want to miss a second.

The music that came streaming out of the piano coupled with the extremely arousing scent that permeated the girl’s panties made Brutus’ mind go into a kind of hazy, drunken state where his heart beat faster than he could have ever remembered it doing before and the adrenaline surged throughout his body. His cock sprung out of its sheath, expanding and twitching with every passing moment. It soon reached its full size and the massive red member hung down between his legs with its two full globes dangling under it. Years of pent up frustration and surging lust all came roaring up to the surface as the animal and the girl alike let their emotions run rampant.

Lucy’s pants were now drenched, so wet that a mixture of animal saliva and her own juices had leaked out and stained the piano stool. She approached the crescendo, as she hammered down on the keys, the dog’s invading nose manage to push past her panties and entered her pussy. Lucy wanted to scream in pure delight, her tongue hanging outside and her eyes rolling back into her head as her entire lower body was lost in a paroxysmal frenzy, squirting her impure juices all over the dog’s face. She held her tongue upon seeing her stern mothers face, and poured her sexual release into her playing. The orgasm rippled throughout her body, rendering her completely powerless as she came to the end of the piece.

As the last note rang out in majesty, her body slumped over the keyboard spent.

After a stunned silence that seemed to last forever, Emilia stood smiling broadly. She started clapping her hands, a single tear of joy running down her cheek. “Bravo! Bravo! You are PERFECT, Lucy,” She sobbed. “That was truly a beautiful rendition.”

At that point, Lucy knew that she was going to go to the Music Observatory and her life would never be the same again.

The End.[/hide]

 

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