; ; You're living in your own world, Brittany, he had yelled at her. You don't know up from down, left from right! It's a miracle you can hold your job!
; ; It's a miracle you can avoid finding one, was her mumbled response.
; ; The apartment was barren of furniture. It looked like a prison to her and made her feel very cold. Her Doberman, Jay, had to spend the morning without the comfort of his bed. Furniture that she had brought with her into the marriage or claimed as her own she had moved to a country house, where she'd live permanently. She had always been able to cover the rent of the apartment, but it would be to painful to go on living in those same rooms, rooms where such pain had been caused. Jay greeted her groggily and she kneeled down to cup his jaws in her hands.
; ; I'm all alone, boy, she thought. I was alone before, but now it's real. She broke down crying, and sat all the way down on the bare wooden floor. The sunlight broke through the window and highlighted her knees, while she sobbed and rocked.
; ; That weekend, Brittany and Jay stayed at the country house by the lake, where they passed Saturday without event. The lazy and cool rain kept the two in peaceful sloth indoors, passing the hours reading, watching TV, and of course chewing on a bone. Brittany successfully avoided thinking of all the details concerning the divorce, and was surprised at how relaxed she became. Typically, images or isolated phrases would surface from the recent miserable months and raise a dread in her heart, and subsequently the sinking feeling she had grown to know so well. All of Saturday was spent in blissful ignorance, or perhaps denial, as she and Jay stretched on the floor. That evening, she poured herself a glass of wine and prepared dinner. She had never been a drinker, but decided that her first evening on her own would merit some mild form of celebration. She was more meticulous and deliberate than normal, as she felt she had all the time in the world to fry a slab of fish and prepare spaghetti. No one waited on her, except Jay, but even he was not pressing. He simply took a place in the kitchen; his forearms rested side by side in front of him, while he followed her movements calmly with his eyes.
; ; When she set a place on the table, she realized with that same dread that Ken had sat across from her on their honeymoon and talked to her sweetly for hours at a time. So full of words and so empty inside, she recalled. How on earth could she have let such a thing go on for so long? Standing idly at her chair, she glanced over at Jay sympathetically.
; ; You don't have to worry about a thing. You can just stay out of our way, receive whatever food you need, and go on with your life. How blissful you must feel right now.
; ; Jay remained still, as if receiving the comment yet not needing to respond. She was hit with inspiration at that moment, and took her plate and glass into the den. Instead of laying her meal on the table, she took her place on the floor and ate there instead. Jay approached and laid himself beside her, still watching her. As Brittany nibbled at her plate, she would offer him a bite to eat. She eventually lost her appetite and let him have half of her dinner, which he took happily enough.
; ; Nothing interesting was on the television. She scanned a few channels and stopped on one that caught her vague attention, but her mind was elsewhere. Many had told her she was in a depression; however, she liked to view her state as being introspective. It sounded better. She retrieved the bottle of wine from the kitchen and consumed it over the period of the evening, allowing the alcohol to work its magic. By midnight, she still was not sleepy. Jay napped off and on with his head in her lap, and after a period of time, she actually began to enjoy the feeling of his warmth. Her arousal grew with her drunkenness. She knew that she shouldn't, but she continued drinking and spreading her thighs to receive his heavy torso. Whether it was the scent of her vagina or her busy imagination, he stirred in his sleep and eventually raised his head to look at her. Gradually, she swayed her gaze down to his, and grinned happily.
; ; What makes you speak to me the way you do? She wondered at the dog.
; ; As if from out of the darkness, she felt a message. It wasn't a vague emotion or image; it was crystal clear, and in English, from a literate human mind: I have no one else to speak to, it read. Brittany instantly drew herself up and knocked over the empty whine bottle, looking clumsily around her den. Desperately penetrating the shadows with her drunken eyesight, she could find no one to own the voice. Then she looked down at Jay, who looked back at her. One ear stood upright on his skull, the other flopped over sideways. What are you afraid of?
; ; I'm too drunk for my own good.
; ; You're barely drunk enough, the voice responded instantly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or feeling, or sensing. Confusion lead to rejection and frustration, and she stormed from the den, clutching her hands to hear ears and yanking on her hair.
; ; "What the fuck is going on with me? I've finally lost it! I've finally lost it!" She shrieked out loud. Her voice sounded unnatural in the silence. Jay jogged after her and stopped short as she paused in her rant.
; ; Can you actually hear me? Asked the voice.
; ; "Yes I can fucking hear you! Who are you?!" She spun about in a circle, panting out loud and choking as she inhaled. "Who ARE you?" For a second time, Brittany's eyes found Jay's, and she froze in terror. "Oh my Lord, I'm communicating with an animal." Her southern accent became as thick as in her childhood, with the aid of the alcohol.
; ; Is that such a terrible thing to do?
; ; "No, I mean, I didn't say it's terrible..." She swayed again and grabbed a nearby chair - Ken's chair - to promptly sit down. "It's just unusual, isn't it?"
; ; But rather fortunate. I've been so alone, and so have you.
; ; Instead of speaking, Brittany produced her words in the form of thought, more out of laziness than intuition: Am I speaking to YOU, Jay?
; ; You are
; ; How can I be SURE? She laughed out loud to herself. With the gradual decrease of adrenaline, the alcohol began to take over and make this all very believable to her, yet a small feeling deep inside insisted that she was hallucinating. I need proof, my furry friend.
; ; I'm at your disposal. All I want is to be your friend, after all. I'd be glad to provide evidence for such a hardheaded jury.
; ; Then roll over, boy! Brittany laughed again, this time holding her stomach and grinning down at the dog.
; ; Jay rolled over.
; ; Brittany froze, gaping at him.
; ; Anything else?
; ; She attempted to get up and run from the house, but tripped and fell hard on the kitchen linoleum. Jay trotted up beside her and nuzzled her neck with a cold and wet nose, startling her into screams. She scrambled away from him, but in her struggle flopped over on her back and could only gasp, glaring up into his clear blue eyes.
; ; Please don't be afraid. I've waited so long to speak to you, and now that you're in a frame of mind that you can receive me, I don't want you to blow it. Please, just listen.
; ; I'm listening, boy. Her thoughts had ceased to spin as fast, and she simply lay there, limp and submissive.
; ; I have always been able to sense human thought. I couldn't respond to it because there is some type of natural block between the species, but I could always listen. I've learned your methods of communication and can match them, but I could never penetrate your mind for you to hear me. Are you following me so far?
; ; Brittany slowly nodded.
; ; I experimented over several years, and at times found I could alert you that I am hungry, or that I have to go for a walk. Only when you're drunk. Perhaps it's the alcohol that opens the mind up to communication, but it only works with you, Brittany. There's a lot I have learned about human thought over the years, especially YOUR thought, and I've adjusted to a lot of things. Have you ever wondered why I never misbehave like a normal animal? Have you ever noticed?
; ; Brittany had noticed, and many times, but never understood it herself. She seemed to put every statement of his in place using a key memory, and as he spoke, she drifted in thought.
; ; Perhaps it's the alcohol, or perhaps it's just you. Jay looked down at her intently as her eyes gazed beyond his. Perhaps it's just you.
; ; Brittany's eyelids slid shut momentarily and she squirmed on the floor, struggling to keep conscious. Once again she departed from her whirling world, and this time the darkness dominated her entirely.
; ; Upon awakening late the next morning on the kitchen floor, Brittany struggled to raise herself to find she had painful cramps throughout her body. Suddenly, vague memories of the night before surfaced and she paused, wondering how real it all was. Once she found Jay sitting beside her at attention, she understood it was.
; ; Take me out, I have to urinate, he said, simply. Brittany wordlessly used the bathroom first herself, and returned hastily. She stood and held the door for him, then followed into the humid day without hesitation or fear of going insane. As they walked, Jay stopped to relieve himself and she noticed clearly how he never needed to study scents or decide on the ideal spot.
; ; Because he's not a normal dog, girl, she thought to herself.
; ; I think you're beginning to catch on, Jay shot back over his shoulder. She drew her head back on her shoulders and bobbed it side to side, making a face at his back as he trotted along. Her acceptance of the change of events came readily, as if she was destined to communicate with him. As a child and teenager, she had never been open-minded. A very calm and polite appearance had consistently provided her with the freedom to dive deeply into her own mind. As she walked along that morning and recovered from her hangover, she understood that could never change. The door opened for her last night remained open even as she was sober that morning, and she felt she could live with what was happening. She felt glad that she had a best friend.
; ; Their tour of the property ended in an isolated pasture where they took their rest. The dew had left the grass in the warm sunlight and Jay flopped himself down on the comfortable bed, panting sloppily. Brittany laid herself out across the grass alongside her new friend, propping her head up with one arm.
; ; Why do I even listen to you? she asked him, smiling.
; ; Because no one else is there for you to hear, he responded without pausing. He sniffed off to the side of his paws at a passing insect. Because no one cares to speak to you.
; ; You'll probably be my best friend, Jay.
; ; I'm proud to be.
; ; She leaned over and rubbed him between the ears, and kissed the top of his head. He reached up automatically and licked gently at her chin, and then her cheek. She didn't draw back or worry about it; instead, she lowered her face to his and allowed him to kiss her along her neckline. He pushed himself up on his elbows and continued down into the v-line of her shirt, burying his snout in her blouse. She moaned gently and pulled it away so he could lick her breasts, which he did with deliberate strokes. Her pleasure grew to ecstasy and she removed her shirt, then lay on her back while he stood up the rest of the way and towered over her, now opening his mouth to draw in the full ends of her breasts into his mouth with his tongue.
; ; What on earth am I doing? she asked him.
; ; Being more human than your kin.
; ; With that, he lay himself down on top of her and gently rocked his pelvis against where she spread her thighs. She could feel the extended bulge of his erection against her jeans and moaned and hugged his hunched shoulder blades with her arms.
; ; Take off your jeans, he urged her.
; ; Without a worry, she waited for him to draw himself up and instantly did as she was told. As she had climbed to her knees, she simply turned herself around and revealed herself to her friend, with her thighs spread. On her hands and knees, she waited with an aching and wet vagina. He flopped his chin onto her tailbone, as if measuring the distance he'd have to leap. When he was ready, he raised up on his haunches and mounted her from behind. After humping several times and stabbing at the area between her thighs with his pink erection, he tapped her outer lips and redirected his movement to the target. She gasped with pleasure as his slick and stiff member jabbed its way in rapid increments into her vagina, until his furry thighs were flush with her skin. His broad and deep penetration stretched her skin more than she had ever experienced, while his heavy stroking rocked her. Jay locked his forearms in front of her thighs and pulled himself closer to her while he lay his head on top of her shoulder blades, panting against her neck. His frequent pumping was rhythmic and forceful, drawing his penis almost entirely out and ramming it completely inwards. He did not miss a beat from lack of focus or will, as her every human lover had.
; ; The gradual mounting of pleasure washed over Brittany in a tidal wave that she could only achieve by masturbation until this day. All she could focus on was the sight of the grass below her face, swelling as she dipped towards it, and shrinking as she was pulled away. Almost as if he knew when she was coming closer to an orgasm, he increased his strokes so that his jackrabbit motions shook her violently. She shut her eyes and found only him in her mind, like a statue, and held his image in awe while she neared her orgasm. All at once something clicked within her and she let loose in her soul, so that the flooding and swarming of pleasure filled her every crevice of human emotion. All muscles in her body locked in pleasure while he rammed and stabbed her. She clenched down on him and came as he froze. He paused for just a moment, however, and returned to his humping, now deliberate and deep, pausing again for her to double her pleasure, and repeating the process once more until he released his semen and she released a wavering scream.
; ; With shaky arms, she held her position after he collapsed on top of her. The base of his penis swelled inside her and they rested for several minutes, gathering themselves and waiting for the swelling to go down. He slowly drew himself out and lay down beside her. Brittany dropped to the grass, panting with her eyes closed, and turned her face to the blissful sun. ; ; End of Part 1 ; [1 ; 2] ; ;