Catherine

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Chapter 4

Several days passed before Cat managed to see her sister again. She hadn’t tried out any new four-footed lovers since the lake incident; her poor little pussy had been sore for almost that length of time. She hadn’t even been able to get a dildo inside of her battered kitty until just that morning.

Cat figured that Derek would be gone at this time of day and his automobile was not here so she didn’t hesitate to go to the front door and try to enter. It was locked so she wrapped on the door lightly so that her sister would hear her and yet she would not disturb Chloe if she was sleeping. When she received no response it puzzled her but then she figured that her sister might be on the back patio.

The young blonde went around the side of the house and entered the gate to the back yard. She was soon standing on the back deck and staring at an empty yard: the puzzlement returned. She was sure that Megan was home and she began to worry. What if Derek had done something to her sister? What if???

Cat tried the huge sliding door and when it opened, she entered. The cool quietness of the house sent shivers up her spine. She called her sisters name softly at first; but the longer she received no response the more she increased the volume of her voice until she was nearly yelling in panic. Her anxiety didn’t stop until her slightly older carbon copy suddenly emerged from the rec. room.

“Cat, what’s the matter?” exclaimed Megan as she and Charlie left the game and exercise room. The slightly older blonde looked as though she had truly been working out. But the truth was that she and huge Shepherd had just finished making love. They had still been tied when she heard her sister yelling her name. She had been forced to separate from him prematurely and it had stung a little to accomplish the task. “I was using the exercise machines and didn’t hear you at first,” she added almost breathlessly.

Catherine sighed with relief when she saw her sister. “I’m sorry, Megan, I didn’t mean to scare you but I was a little frightened myself. When you didn’t answer your front door I went to the back because I knew that you were here. I found the slider unlocked and entered, but the house was as quiet as a tomb. I called out to you and eventually began yelling because I thought that you might be hurt or something.”

Megan looked at her sister quizzically. “Why would I be hurt?” she asked.

Cat didn’t beat around the bush when it came to her sister. “Because, I don’t trust Derek! Especially after what you told me the other night. I’ve seen the way he looks at you when your back is turned. I don’t think he realizes that I have noticed it but I did. He’s like a snake watching his prey and simply waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.”

Megan chuckled. “I know I told you some of my plans because of Derek running around on me with some other woman but I doubt that he would try to outright hurt me,” she stated.

The look of disbelief on Cat’s face was very evident. “Just be careful,” she warned her sister.

“I’ll be careful,” said Megan in a voice that tried to allay her sister’s fears, “now, let’s get something to drink,” she added. “I’m parched after the work out that I just had.”

Cat had been watching her sister closely as she spoke; trying to judge how seriously she was really taking the warning about Derek. What the young blonde saw though was something different; especially when Megan mentioned the work out. She also glanced at Charlie because she hoped that he would not do anything embarrass like try to sniff at her crotch. What she saw surprised her though. The huge Shepherd was in the corner and licking himself; just like he had when he had fucked her a few days earlier.

Dawn came swiftly to Cat’s understanding of things. When Charlie had molested her the other night it was because he was already familiar with the human female form. She was sure that she probably smelled differently than her sister but they still looked a whole lot alike. He probably thought that she was Megan at first. It was no wonder that he fucked her so well and made her cum so many times.

The grin on Cat’s face broadened as she thought about her sister kneeling under Charlie as he mated her. It would almost be like looking in a mirror as it happened but there would be no sensation of being made love to. Still… just the likelihood of someday seeing it happen made her desire it even more.

Megan didn’t really ask Cat what she wanted to drink. She assumed that it would be tea and she wasn’t wrong. Her sister took the offered beverage with a smile and a thank you. But she too knew her sibling quite well. The smile on Cat’s face denoted more than the younger blonde was outwardly saying. “What’s with the Cheshire Cat grin?” the young mother finally asked.

Cat was somewhat caught off-guard but she tried to recover. “Oh, I was just thinking how cool it was to have a sister like you,” she said as she raised her glass of tea in the form of a toast. And then she added. “To us!”

Megan smiled but didn’t press her sister any further. She was certain that there was a whole lot more to the Cheshire Grin than pure sisterly love. They had always had a very close relationship, even when she had become pregnant. She wracked her brain as to what the smirk really meant but she was nowhere close to the truth. She wouldn’t learn what it was all about for several days yet.

After Cat had a nice visit with her sister she said her good-bys and left. She hadn’t driven too far before the thoughts of Megan offering herself to Charlie resurfaced again. She felt her pussy twitch as images of dogs mounting women flooded her musings. In the end she knew that she had to do something about it.

Even as Cat drove, her eyes cast about the immediate area for a perspective four-footed lover. She saw a lot of smaller K9s but nothing that matched Charlie’s size. In the end she pulled into her driveway with an unfulfilled yearning.

When Cat walked into the kitchen area, her mother noticed that something was bothering her daughter almost immediately. “What’s the matter, Honey, you have been moping about the house for several days now?”

Cat looked at her mother and sighed. “I was just thinking about when I go away to college. And I was wondering how safe it will be. I’ve heard a lot of stories lately concerning girls being away at school and guys trying to take advantage of them.”

Jessica Carter looked at her daughter. She knew that Catherine was very cautious when it came to boys; especially since the incident with Megan. “Are you really that worried about it?” she asked.

Cat said nothing but her nodding head and solemn look was answer enough.

Jessica nodded then also. “Alright,” she responded, “I think I have the answer to your dilemma. I’ve noticed that ever since your sister got that Shepherd from Derek’s uncle that she seems a lot more at ease. And I’m sure that it has to do with feeling safer around the house while her husband is away. Do you think that having a dog would make you feel more secure?”

Cat brightened immediately but she tried to curb her excitement. “Uhhh… yeah, I think that an animal like Charlie would definitely make me feel more at ease when I’m away at shcool.”

“Well, In that case I think I’ll call Ellen,” said Jessica.

“Who’s Ellen?” asked Cat.

“Oh, you probably don’t know her,” replied Jessica, “but she’s a good friend of mine from my school days. Her family runs a huge kennel. If I remember right she told me that they specialize in the larger breed of dogs.

After one quick call, Jessica and Catherine were on their way to the Berkshire Kennels. They were impressed with what they saw. The place was huge and well kept. The animal pens were spacious and there was an obvious training facility in conjunction with everything else.

Jessica had barely parked the car when she saw Ellen walking toward her and Catherine. Her friend was the same age as she was but was definitely several pounds slimmer. She looked almost like she did when they had graduated from high school. As the kennel owner drew closer it became a little more obvious that she had aged a bit but she was still in excellent shape.

Ellen greeted Jessica in a manner that was reminiscent of a long term friendship; and it had been. Before the girls had graduated they had spent many years together. They had even been cheerleaders from the same school. It was how they had met their respective mates; but it was also why they had not seen each other in several years. Once they had married and had children they became too busy in their immediate lives to stay in close contact.

After the introductions and apologies for not getting together sooner were over, Ellen began showing them around. She asked what they were looking for in a dog. After hearing Catherine explain what she hoped for without mentioning a certain breed, the lithe brunette kennel owner nodded. “I think that I have the exact K9 that you need,” she said.

Catherine’s excitement began to escalate. She smiled as they walked toward where the German Shepherds were quartered. Her elation vanished though when they passed the last pen that housed that breed of dog and moved on. She was just about to ask Ellen where they were going when a sign answered her question. Belgian Malinois, what in the world was that?

Ellen led Jessica and Catherine into a large enclosure. Inside separate pens were several male Belgian Malinois that watched them intently. The young blonde did a double take. As far as she was concerned these animals looked just like Shepherds; but she would soon learn the difference.

“Usually,” began the kennel owner, “I like to pair younger animals to their potential owners. But after listening to what you told me that you were looking for I thought of the Belgians. I’m sure that Catherine does not want to train a puppy, so I offer you the choice of one of these first. If none of them please you, then we’ll move on.

Ellen then told Catherine to move close to the pens and walk slowly in front of them. When she did, most of the dogs did absolutely nothing. One of them however arose and strode forward to check her out in more detail. When he did, the young blonde noticed his distinct colorization and it appealed to her.

The kennel owner smiled as she saw the interaction between Catherine and the Malinois. She stepped closer to the door and asked the young blonde the obvious question. “Would you like to really meet him?” asked Ellen.

Cat was nearly beaming as she told Ellen that she wanted to see more of the fair sized K9. As the gate was opened she was told by the kennel owner that this particular dog had not yet reached his full potential in size, but that he was exceptionally intelligent; even to the point of problem solving.

The Belgian Malinois moved close to Cat and when she knelt beside him he sniffed her a few times and then licked her hand and cheek. The quick kiss on the cheek caught her by surprise but it was also meaningful. It was easy to see that this particular animal had chosen her and she was equally impressed. “I want him,” whispered the young blond softly, “I think he’ll be perfect for what I need,” she added.

While Cat stroked the large animal’s head and shoulders, Ellen told her about that particular breed of K9. “The Belgian Malinois is a striking dog, wearing a short fawn to mahogany coat with a black overlay. It has prick ears, dark eyes and a keen expression that mark it as an intelligent working dog. It bears some resemblance to the German Shepherd but they are quite different when you see them side by side. Its grooming needs are minimal, requiring only a weekly brushing. The Mal stands up to 26 inches at the shoulder and is best suited to a large home with a yard. They are loyal and trustworthy and make ideal family pets in situations where it can receive a moderate amount of exercise. And they are also excellent watchdogs.”

“Oh, I should be able to give him plenty of exercise,” Murmured Cat thinking of not only the in-home activities that she had planned; but also being able to take him where ever she went. She was enthralled with this animal. She didn’t simply want to use him for her satisfaction; she wanted to provide him with the best home possible.

“So… what are you going to call him?” asked Ellen, fairly certain that Jessica was going to buy the Malinois for her daughter.

“He looks like a Prince to me,” offered Jessica.

Cat looked at her mother and then back at the Malinois. “Yeah, he does look like a Prince,” she added. “But Prince is too short for a pedigreed name. I think it should be more like Prince Caspian,” she intoned with finality.

There wasn’t really any haggling over the price of the animal. Ellen gave them a very good deal simply for the fact that Jessica had been an old but very special friend. They even made plans to get back together again now that they had more time on their hands. The two of them had actually been a lot closer than anyone ever knew, and in seeing each other again it had brought back many fond memories.

When Jessica and Catherine brought Prince Caspian home, it was a shock to Mr. Carter. For the most part though it had to be said that Jason handled it all very well. Cass, as Cat had already nicknamed him, although large, was very well behaved. He made no messes in the house and when he needed to go out he let them know. It all worked very well from the very first day.

Cat was true to the promises that she made to her mother concerning Caspian. Except for the fact that he was a very visible member of the household at the moment, Jessica didn’t have to lift a finger to do anything for the animal. His food, water, and grooming were completely taken care of. The transition to having this particular animal in the house was insignificant.

Cat allowed Cass to get acclimated to his new surroundings before she initiated anything. It wasn’t easy having an animal that was such a fine looking stud, and considered her pet, and not be able to do anything with him. She hungered for the moment that she and her K9 would be alone long enough for her to see how truly compatible they were.

The time for lusty exploration finally arrived a few days after Caspian became a member of the household. Mr. and Mrs. Carter left one morning to go to a city wide fundraiser. They didn’t expect to return until later that evening. Cat was thrilled at the news and it was all she could do to keep from ushering her parents out the door and slamming it shut behind them.

By now it had been well over a week since the incident at the lake with the Dane and Catherine was very hot to trot. She only worried about one thing as she finally led Caspian to her bedroom and shut the door; would he be a good lover? Would he be interested in her or would she have to coax him to do everything.

Cat locked her bedroom door just in case. You could never be too careful when it came to making love to an animal; especially if you wanted it to remain a secret. She knew that no one would understand her feelings on the subject; except maybe her sister: and with that thought a huge smile played across her lips. They truly were two of a kind separated only by time.

Cat began removing her clothes. She had done it many times in front of Cass already, but this time she planned to call his attention to it. She was going to be totally naked in front of him and then arouse herself in a way that would hopefully intrigue him. She wanted her heated scent to draw them together and spark an intimacy between then that would culminate in intercourse.

Once Cat was naked she called Cass to her and proceeded to rub as much of her bare flesh against him as possible. As she did it she had no idea whether or not he was getting turned on, but she sure was. She could feel her pussy becoming wet with excitement.

Eventually, Cat got up and sat at the very edge of her bed. She kept her feet sped and she leaned back slightly. She allowed the fingers of her left hand to play across her taut brown nipples while the fingertips of her right hand sought out her clitoris.

Cat gently stroked the crease of her vagina and allowed her finger to barely touch the sensitive nub. Her eyes closed at the blissful feel of it all. Her breathing became deeper and she was just about to see if she could get Cass interested in what she was doing when she was startled and her eyes snapped open.

“Good Boy,” cooed Cat as she realized that Cass had smelled her heated scent and decided to join in. “Lick me Darling, make me cum and then I’ll show you something that will bring us closer together than ever.”

Caspian didn’t really need an instructor when it came to where to lick. He was truly new to this type of behavior but what he tasted coming from his mistress was more than enough to lead him onward. As for the rest, he simply tried to get every delicious drop that he could from the beautiful blonde and he heard no complaints from her.

Cat was ecstatic as she felt Caspian’s tongue delving into her depths in a way that blasted her to her first orgasm a whole lot sooner than she expected. She writhed on the edge of the bed and finally had to slip off the mattress and hold her new found lover’s neck until she could gather her wits about her.

When Cat was finally able to move again she began caressing the large K9. She then got on her knees and hugged him and even kissed him. She looked into his eyes and told him exactly what she was going to do next. He really didn’t understand her either, but when he saw her present herself to him so basic instinct took over and allowed him to do exactly the right thing.

“Come on Cass…” was all the further Cat got in her plea before she felt the K9 mount her. The large Belgian Malinois grabbed her hips and pulled them together in a way that aligned them perfectly. The first hot strike of his phallus missed by mere fragments of an inch; but the next one was dead on. She hadn’t even really seen his cock during the previous days but when it entered her she knew that she had a winner.

Cat moaned pleasurably as Caspian’s heated cock sank deeper into her depths with each thrust of his hips. She wasn’t entirely sure about its size but she guessed that it was every bit as big as Charlie’s, and perhaps bigger. But at least it wasn’t as big as the Dane’s at the lake. This she could savor and enjoy without risking the plight of being fucked to death.

Caspian didn’t seem to mindlessly ram her like she had seen in several of the movies. His thrusts were more meaningful. His cock slid in and out of her several inches at a time and it nudged her interior in a way that pleased her. Could it be that this was not just sex to him either? Was it already possible that they could be paired together in a way that was inexplicable?

In a way, Cat really hoped that this was the case. It was true that Cass wasn’t her first, but now that they had found each other she didn’t plan on looking elsewhere ever again. As she savored the feel of his cock rutting in her depths she thought about everything that had drawn them together and she pledged to be faithful to him. It was true that she had never been with a guy, but even now as her loving K9 set his knot in her she didn’t plan to even look. Caspian was her chosen mate and that would never change.

Cat felt Caspian’s hot seed spurt into her deepest recesses. Shot after shot caromed against the back wall of her vaginal chute and she was able to count at least eight distinct eruptions. The continued filling of her reproductive system receiving his sperm sent her over the edge repeatedly. It was like a cascade of orgasms and they were set off and enhanced by the thought that Cass was trying to impregnate her. He was holding her tight, and his head was resting on her right shoulder in an intimate way. She could even feel his hot breath on her cheek as he panted and it totally turned her on.

“Oh Caspian,” she murmured as he held her, “fuck your puppies into me Darling. Fuck me so good that your seed never sees the light of day ever again.”

Who knows what words Caspian really understood? One thing seemed certain though, he understood Catherine’s body language; and later her deepest desires and feelings. As they were tied there was a joining of thoughts and emotions that words could not express.

Cat knew immediately that other bouts with Charlie and the Dane were purely of a sexual nature. But this… this was so different. She had hoped to find a competent lover but what she was experiencing as she and Caspian made love already reached far beyond that. “Oh, Cass…,” she whispered intimately, “I really do wish that I could have your puppies.”

 

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One comment

  • Furreal

    Incredibly captivating story, I couldn’t stop reading.
    I’m curious if Jason has considered making Cat’s dream of having Caspian’s puppies a reality as he hinted.
    Perhaps he could fund a secret genetics lab at Ellen’s kennel to help his daughter realize her dreams
    I’d love to hear more of their adventures, thanks for a great read!

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