Nine year old Charlotte Gray unlocked the front door to her house and went inside, and just as she was closing the door she heard the familiar sound of Lucky rushing down the stairs. She turned and braced herself, held out her arms, and called, "Here, boy! Here, boy!" Lucky, a full grown Alaskan Husky, hit the ground floor landing, barked once, then stood up on his hind legs as his front paws landed on Charlotte's shoulders. The force of his lunge pushed her back against the door and made her gasp, then Charlotte giggled as Lucky began licking her face. She let him lick her for a minute, then said, "Okay, okay, enough. You want some lunch?"

Lucky barked again, right in her ear.

"Okay, boy."

Charlotte pushed Lucky away and started through the living room to the kitchen, chanting, "Lunch, lunch, lunch." Lucky followed her, his tail wagging madly.

Charlotte had gotten Lucky as a present on her sixth birthday, which was more than three years ago now. He'd been a puppy then, just a tiny little baby dog, and her parents had taken her to the pet store to pick him out. She'd fallen in love with him the moment she'd seen him and wouldn't let her parents make her look at other dogs before deciding. She'd known right away that Lucky was her dog. She'd promised her parents that she would take care of him, feeding him every day and taking him out for his walks so he could go pee, and cleaning up his messes when he had accidents in the house, and she'd done all that. She'd been the best doggie mommy ever, which she figured was only fair, since Lucky had been the best doggie ever.

In the kitchen, Charlotte opened a can of dog food and put it in Lucky's bowl, gave Lucky a hug, then let him go at his food. She watched him for a few moments before leaving the kitchen and going back through the living room, then up the stairs to her bedroom.

Normally, when Charlotte got home from school, the first thing she did (after she fed Lucky) was sit down and do her homework. But recently, maybe for the last two weeks or so, she'd been doing something else. Something naughty. She'd discovered it one day when she was taking a bath and washing herself between her legs; she'd figured out that if she rubbed her special place, it made her feel good. And if she rubbed it just right, it made her feel even better, almost like her tummy was going to explode, but it in a good way. Since then she'd been rubbing herself every day, both in the bath at night and when she got home from school. She knew it was bad, but she couldn't help herself; it just felt too good to stop. So, now that she had a few minutes alone, she decided to go ahead and do her naughty thing real quick.

She pulled off her top first, then sat on the edge of her bed and took her shoes and socks off, then pulled her pants and her underwear down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, completely naked now, and crawled up onto her bed. She lay flat on her back with her head on her pillow and spread her thin legs to each side as far as they would go. Charlotte sighed, letting herself relax, then began to touch her special place with her fingertips. She rubbed herself slowly, gently, tracing the smooth line of her pussy with her fingers. Right away she began to feel warmer down there, and she smiled a little to herself.

She continued to rub herself for a minute or so, then carefully pushed the tip of one finger between the lips of her pussy. She pushed it in all the way to the second knuckle, about half of her forefinger, then started moving it in and out slowly as she used her other hand to rub the little button right at the top of her pussy. When she did that the good feelings intensified immediately, causing Charlotte to catch her breath. She let it out, along with a tiny moan, then went on rubbing her button and pushing her finger in and out of her special place. In almost no time the warmth she generated grew inside of her, reminding her of a balloon that was about to pop. Charlotte fingered herself and rubbed her button faster, holding her breath now, and finally the balloon did pop, sending a wave of watery pleasure spilling through her, and she moaned and sighed at the same time. When she was done, she relaxed on the bed, dropping her hands to her sides, and thought, Wow, that always feels so good.

Maybe, she thought, I could show Robin how to do it. I'm sure she'd like it.

Charlotte closed her eyes and thought about Robin, her best friend in the whole world. They'd had a sleepover recently, and while they were laying in bed, talking before going to sleep, they'd made out a little bit, kissing and hugging each other. Charlotte had liked doing that, and after they'd stopped she'd felt like touching herself, so while Robin went to sleep Charlotte had slipped her hand down into her peejays and rubbed until she'd felt that special explosion. And just thinking about Robin now, about kissing her and about what it would be like to show her how to rub herself, maybe even touching Robin's special place with her own fingers, made Charlotte want to play with herself again. She slipped one hand back down between her legs.

Just then Lucky came through the door and jumped up onto the end of the bed.

"Lucky!" Charlotte cried. "Go away, boy, I'm busy."

Lucky paid no attention to her command. He wagged his tail as he dipped his head and began to lick the back of the hand Charlotte had on her pussy.

"Stop," Charlotte said, sounding a little irritated, but then she giggled. She moved her hand up to scratch Lucky behind the ears. thinking he would follow her hand, but instead he kept his head down as he continued to lick, and now his tongue was sliding wetly right over her pussy. Charlotte took in a sharp breath, surprised both by what her dog was doing and by how nice it felt. It was different than how it felt when she touched herself, but it felt just as good, so even though she knew she should make Lucky stop, she didn't want to. Instead she kind of held her breath and continued to pet the dog's head while he continued to lick her.

Lucky lapped at her pussy like he was drinking out of his water dish, and Charlotte felt the return of those special feelings she'd had when she'd played with herself. They grew and grew, the warm balloon inside of her getting bigger and bigger, until finally it popped again, causing her to gasp and make little kitten noises as the warmth poured through her young body.

"Wow," she said, her voice a little shaky. "That felt really great. Thank you, Lucky."

She patted her dog on the head. Lucky responded with an excited bark, his tail wagging like crazy, and started licking her tummy and chest. Charlotte giggled and hugged him, thinking about what Lucky had just done to her. It was naughty, of course, naughtier than touching herself, and she knew she should feel bad about it, but she didn't. She just loved her dog way too much. Especially now.

Lucky continued to give her doggie kisses, this time all over her face, and at the same time he started to do something a little strange, something Charlotte had never seen him do before: he began moving his hind legs together, and making a sound that was half growl and half whine at the same time. Charlotte thought that maybe he had to go pee or something.

"Okay, boy," she said. "I'll take you out for your walk. But first I have to get dressed."

She gently pushed him away and started to sit up, but suddenly Lucky, still making that odd growly sound, used his paws to turn her over onto her side.

"Lucky," Charlotte said, "what are you doing? Let me get up."

But Lucky wasn't listening to her. He kept pawing at her, scraping her skin lightly with his claws and turning her over onto her tummy. He was still doing that weird thing with his hind legs too, and his manner seemed to get more frantic. He pushed his nose into her butt and started licking at her pussy again.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte asked again. She reached around behind her and pushed his nose away, then got up onto her hands and knees. Suddenly Lucky crawled on top of her, whining and growling even more as he dug his paws into her shoulders. His weight forced Charlotte down onto her pillow, but her butt was still up in the air. She gave out a little cry of surprise.

"Cut it out!" she cried. "I wanna get up now!"

But Lucky still wasn't listening. He brought his paws down to her waist and dug his claws into her hips, then thrust his own hips forward. Charlotte felt something touching her pussy, nuzzling at her like a nose, although it obviously wasn't Lucky's nose. It was hard and warm, and before Charlotte could figure out what it was the tip of it pushed into her. It felt unusual, like her finger only a really big one, but it didn't feel bad. Lucky kept pushing and it went in further, and suddenly Charlotte felt a stabbing pain inside of her.

"Ow!" she cried. "Ow ow ow! Lucky!"

Lucky just growled as he pushed his thing (that was what Charlotte realized it was, his thing) deeper into her pussy. Charlotte gasped and tried to get away but her dog was too big, too strong, and he was able to hold her pretty much in place as he got the rest of his boy thing into her.

"Lucky, stop! Bad dog!"

Lucky's only answer was more growls as he began to pump his hips, pulling his thing out a little way then shoving it back into her, again and again and again. Charlotte was overwhelmed, partly with the pain in her special place, but also with the magnitude of what was happening; Lucky was doing the Really Bad Thing to her, the thing that only grownups did. She was only a little girl, only nine and a half, she wasn't supposed to be doing the Really Bad Thing. She could get in trouble if her mommy and daddy ever found out. Not only that, but she could get pregnant and end up having puppies. Then she'd really be in trouble. But there didn't seem to be any way to stop Lucky from doing it to her. She was helpless as he repeatedly jammed his big doggie dick into her little pussy, grunting and growling and wimpering. All she could do was hide her face in her pillow and wait for it to be over.

Lucky kept on going, pumping and pumping his thing deep into her body, until finally he stopped, made a strange barking sound, like he was hurt or something, and suddenly Charlotte could feel his thing throbbing as something warm filled her pussy. She thought it was some kind of liquid, and it seemed to pour into her forever. There was so much of it that it started to leak out of her pussy and down her thighs. Lucky kept his weenie lodged inside of her until it was done, then suddenly pulled it out of her and jumped down off the bed. He barked again, sounding happy, then ran out of the room.

Charlotte, feeling stunned and sore in her pussy and around her hips, slowly turned over onto her back, then sat up and spread her legs. She looked down at her pussy and saw that it was all wet with white milky stuff. There was a teeny bit of red stuff too, and she thought that might be blood. It scared her, but it made her mad too. She was going to give Lucky the biggest spanking ever. But not right away. First she would have to get cleaned up.

She got off the bed and went to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it so that Lucky couldn't come in and attack her again. She got a washcloth and ran it under warm water from the sink, then sat on the toilet while she wiped herself, and as she did so she thought about what had just happened to her. The Really Bad Thing, yeah, but also what Lucky had done to her before that. The licking part. Charlotte had to admit that she'd liked that. It had felt good. Really good.

As she remembered Lucky licking her she rubbed the warm wet washcloth over her pussy, and soon the pain went away and it started to feel nice again. She automatically thought about Robin again, and how nice it would be to kiss and hug her. Then she got the idea of Robin licking her the same way Lucky had, and the nice feelings between her legs got even nicer.

Maybe, she thought, I can get Robin to lick me like that on our next sleepover. And maybe I can even lick her too. She said she liked the kissing and hugging we did, so I know she'd like that.

Charlotte smiled, feeling a wave of love and desire grow within her. Maybe she wouldn't spank Lucky after all.