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 Nia's Pet
   by Nysidra
   Fantasy Erotica (MF, beast, magic, delrew)
   Summary: Nia finds an injured canine in the woods and brings him back
home to care for him.  He's more than just a strange large dog.
   <->
   With a spring to her step, Nia adjusted her backpack as she navigated
the trail.  She hopped from a boulder to the packed dirt and over a log,
making a game of the journey home.
   Soft whining.
   Nia paused and listened, then followed the distress call into the thick
stand of spruce, pine, and holly bushes.  Lying in a dirt hole was a
massive ball of black and gray fur.  Its head was tucked as if trying to
muffle the cries of pain.
   She swallowed, looked around.  Good dog or bad dog?
   "Hey there." She used her most gentle and soothing tone.  "If you don't
try to kill me, I can help you." Hopefully it could understand her tone if
not the words.
   She inched toward the animal.
   It untucked its head and large green eyes tracked her.
   "I need to see where you are hurt.  Please don't bite me."
   The rear flank looked wet.  The thick patch of hair parted at a puncture
wound.  It didn't look like anything was stuck inside it.
   Nia took off her jacket then her shirt.  Using the scissors in her bag,
she fashioned a bandage to wrap the leg.  She put her jacket back on over
her bra.
   "I just need to wrap this up.  I will try my best not to hurt you." She
looked into those green eyes while she wrapped the leg and tucked the ends.
No death yet.  "You are too big to carry.  Follow me home and I can make
you feel better.  Give you a place to sleep."
   Nia stood and motioned the animal to come.  A pet would follow.  A wolf
would have snarled and bit her already.  A stray wouldn't have such a
gorgeous pelt.  Though she didn't recognize the breed, if it listened, then
it was domestic enough to keep in her garage.
   It hefted onto its feet.
   She gulped and shuffled a few steps backwards.  Second thoughts overtook
her foolish logic.  If she kept the animal more than a day she'd need to
brush up on her large dog knowledge.
   It took a few steps, whining a little with each unsteady use of its ...
of his hind-leg.
   "That's good," said Nia.  "It's not far.  All downhill from here."
   He limped after Nia.
   "You're doing well." Nia opened the wood gate that marked this part of
the trail as being on private property, her property.  "My house is just
around this bend." The trail turned off onto her own maintained path, then
on the manicured patch of grass that led to her back door.
   Once they were inside, she closed the garage door.  She pulled open the
utility closet and pulled out the massive quilt she could never see herself
as giving away or selling.  She put it on the concrete floor.
   "Stay." She motioned with her open palm parallel to the ground.  "I'll
be back."
   Nia rushed through the house, tossed off her backpack and jacket.  She
went from room to room gathering what she needed, always checking over her
shoulder for a two hundred pound dog.
   She pulled out the left over fajitas and dumped them onto a platter. 
Balancing the food, water, and medical supplies, Nia returned to the garage
to find him on his side - beside the quilt on the concrete floor.
   Domesticated.  That was a relief.
   She could check the missing animal notifications later.  He was probably
a nearby rancher's work dog that got loose.  She set the food and water a
few feet apart near him on the ground.
   "I know it's not the best, but this is all I have.  I'll make you a
deal. When you're better, I'll fix you a steak."
   With the only light coming from the house, his green eyes cast a night
shine whenever he looked at her.
   Nia switched on her work light and kneeled by his injured leg.  "Please
don't hurt me." She unwrapped her makeshift bandage and attempted to dab
the blood in his fur.  He growled low in his chest, a warning Nia happily
accepted.
   She applied the anti-infection spray and wrapped his hind quarter with a
fresh cotton bandage.  She tucked the ends instead of using adhesive or
staples.  She would risk it coming off in the night rather than hurting
him. "All done."
   She pulled up large dogs on her phone and compared him with every breed
she could find.
   He had the body shape of a Kangal, the dark face, wide head, but not the
coloring on the tail.  The Kangal's tail curled, but his was pointed. 
Thick, beautiful ash gray-black pelt.
   "You are such a gorgeous dog." She wanted to reach out and pet him, but
he was injured, and devouring her leftovers.  No need to push her luck any
further.  "Wish I could keep you."
   He chuffed.  His long, dark red tongue lapped water from the non-stick
pie tin.
   If she didn't find a posting, would she put one up?  Her folks were
always going on about how much about they worried about her living alone,
so close to the community park, surrounded only by a handful of ranchers
and farmers.  Having a guard dog like him would quell those concerns.
   Nia moved to the fluffy, though faded, quilt.  "Come up here.  I put
this down here for you.  Just a couple steps."
   He shuffled onto the blanket with her, closed his eyes.  Nia got up and
he followed her movement.  She turned the work light out and closed the
door that led into the house.
   She spent her evening searching the electronic bulletin board for
mention of a missing dogs.  The only large breed mentioned was a dalmatian
- over two weeks ago.  There were many more pleas for leash law
enforcement.
   Nia switched tasks toward studying large breed dogs, especially Kangals,
since that was her best match.  Just in case she didn't find a posting. 
She would keep looking, of course.
   Fajitas gone, Nia ate cereal for dinner.  She watched television for a
few hours, then fell asleep on the couch.
   ***
   Nia sat up with a grunt of, "hmm?" She rubbed her eyes and looked around
the room.
   Television muted, Nia held her breath.
   A bump from the garage.
   Nia turned on the light and opened the hallway door that led to the
garage.  "Hey, there, just me," she sang out.  "Don't attack me, please."
Calm, friendly, casual voice.
   Light from the hallway spilled into the garage.  Nothing on the blanket.
She couldn't see, but didn't want the garage light to startle him.
   She tip toed toward the blanket.  A strong arm wrapped around her
abdomen and a hand covered her mouth.
   "Please don't scream," a masculine voice whispered against her ear.
   Nia screamed, panicked.  She thrashed and struggled.  The worries of her
parents were finally validated.  What did it matter if she screamed?  No
one could hear her.
   Her captor swayed and stumbled a bit, but his arms held her fast. 
"Please.  I'm not going to hurt you."
   It was the way he spoke - soft, calming - the way a person would speak
to a frightened animal, the way she spoke.
   "I am going to take my hand off your mouth.  Please don't scream.  I
promise, I will be careful with you." The crooning sing-song voice was
irritable as hell.  What did he think she was, a bottle-sucking toddler?
   He took his hand away from her mouth, but the arm keeping her pressed to
his chest did not move.
   Moments passed in time with the pound of her heart.  She listened for
any sign of the dog.  Did he hurt him?  Was that what woke her?  Maybe he
had tried to protect her after all.
   "Who are you and what did you do to my ...  the dog?"
   He sighed heavily, and Nia quivered with emotion.  She had only just met
the damn thing, but the thought that he was dead hurt.
   "Thank you for helping me today.  I didn't mean for you to see me like
this, nor did I mean to frighten you.  I was trying to find the garage door
opener and bumped into one of your shelves."
   He must be crazy.
   How else did he know?  Was he stalking her?
   The garage door never opened.  How else did he get in?
   Profound confusion kept her still more than anything else.  The arm
around her waist loosened.
   Nia raced for the light and flooded the garage.  She faced her intruder
and gasped for air.  If she were dreaming it would be the perfect time to
wake up.
   The man: dark skin, dark body hair, bulky muscles, wide shoulders, thick
thighs.  Flaccid, long hanging cock, and ...  blood.  A puncture wound on
his upper left thigh.
   "You're bleeding," she mumbled and felt for a wall to hold herself
upright.  She could not stop staring.  A huge, burly, porn star stood in
her garage.
   "Do you believe me now?"
   "You're bleeding." That, she could believe.
   "And I think you're in shock.  Do you have another bandage?"
   All she had on was a faded, pink Strawberry Shortcake sleeper shirt. 
"Stay." She edged back toward the door.  "Sit."
   One cheek dimpled with his lopsided grin.  He eased down to the wood
chair.
   Getting the anti-infection spray and bandages was like de ja vu and a
dream.  She floated from one task to the next, all on auto pilot.  Doing,
not thinking.  She cleaned his wound.
   His hands and jaw clenched.  His dark chocolate skin seemed to glow
radiant, healthy.
   "Um," she wasn't going to wrap his leg, not with that sleeping giant in
the way.  She cut a square of cloth and grabbed the tape.  "Hold this for
me."
   He kept the gauze in place while she taped it down.
   "How are you ...  what are you?"
   "I am called Delrew.  I have two forms, both similar to creatures on
this plane."
   Nia didn't understand any of that.  She nodded because it seemed like
the right thing to do.  Her heart fluttered like a trapped humming bird.  A
fully naked, human looking male.  She needed to ...  to do something.
   He asked, "What is your name?"
   "Nia.  Y-Yours?"
   "Valar."
   "What are you going to do to me, Valar?"
   "I'm not going to do anything, Nia.  You assisted me, saved my life.  If
you will allow me, I would like to stay with you until I recover.  Or if
you prefer, stay as your companion.  I will do whatever you need in
whatever form most pleasing to you."
   Nia sank to the floor and held her head between her knees.  She needed
to wake up, or snap out of it, or think.  Oh, and catch her breath.  She
chewed her lower lip.
   He was already here, clearly not missing, but certainly not normal.  It
would be easier to feed a man.
   He's not a man.
   Close enough, best of show though.
   Nia chuckled to herself, then opened her eyes long enough to get her act
together.  The cold concrete of the floor stung her bare ass.  Her breath
stopped as she took stock of her position - knees up, legs parted, pussy on
display.
   She lifted her head and stood.  "You can stay, live as a, however you
want, but for meals and stuff ...  I'm sorry.  This is a lot for my brain.
I don't want you to ruin the bandage."
   "I will heal faster now.  It should not be needed longer than a couple
days."
   "I have to get to work in the morning.  If you're going to stay, stay in
the house."
   He sat there, not the least self conscious regarding his nudity or the
disturbing level of handsome in his body.
   "Good night." Nia went to bedroom and locked the door.  She lay in bed
staring at the door knob until sleep claimed her.
   That morning Nia took her bike to work.  She couldn't muster the courage
to get the car out.  That would have meant facing what happened last night,
finding a man where a dog should be.
   The ride to work, the long day, the ride home, none of it helped her
come up with a plan.  He would leave soon, when he recovered.  A day or
two, and then she would be left with a story no one would believe.
   He was sleep in a ball on the quilt, though it had been neatly folded to
create a fluffier bed.  Back to his furred form, ashen gray and ink black.
The garage looked much improved.  Shelves adjusted, chairs moved, floor
cleaned - little things that a single owner would notice.
   Nia prepped his dinner and took a plate out to him.  She washed and
refilled his water.  He woke, and those deep green eyes tracked her, but he
didn't move from the bed.
   "I will leave this door opened until I go to bed, if you want to go
outside for a while."
   He rose, big enough for a child to ride, and he padded, with a limp, to
the back door.
   She let him out and sat on the porch while he walked a slow circle
around her garden.  When the pain became too much, he came back onto the
porch.
   A week passed in a strict routine.  Work, come home, feed him, change
the water, let him out for exercise, bed.
   Nia couldn't get around her cold and detached behavior.  If she were too
nice, would he do something to her?  Do what exactly?  Would it be rude to
find out?
   A week.  He was more than fully recovered.  She hadn't checked the
wound, but the way he leapt over her fence and into the woods was a damn
good indication.
   The doors locked at nine, and he was always back with several minutes to
spare.  She never pet him, never talked more than necessary.  He wasn't a
dog, not someone's pet.
   Nia worried the pant leg of her pajamas.  The TV screen was blank, the
house quiet.  Loneliness crept into the edges like a fog.  Nia didn't want
to invite anyone over.  She didn't want to leave.
   "Valar?" She barely spoke his name.
   He poked his head in from the hallway.
   "May I ...  um, I mean." Was she seriously about to ask to pet him? 
That was rude and demeaning.
   Valar walked over and put his head in her lap.  He whined a little and
nuzzled into her belly.
   Nia chuckled and scratched behind his ears.  His body turned and head
angled back.
   "You like that?"
   A gruff sound of encouragement had her using both hands.  He was too big
for the couch, so she eased to the floor with him.  This was the first she
had been able to touch and caress him.
   He rolled onto his back, paws in the air, and Nia rubbed and scratched
him all over.  He nuzzled and licked her face until she was giggling like a
girl.
   The laughter exhausted her, but not as much as wrestling with a massive
wall of muscle and fur.  She lay sprawled on the floor, trying to catch her
breath.  Valar settled beside her, licking on her neck.
   "You can stay here with me."
   Nia burrowed into his body.  She was too tired to get up and he was
warm. She'd meant on the floor, inside the house.  What if he thought she
meant otherwise?
   Nia woke in her bed, under her sheets.  She shifted and her feet met a
warm, heavy weight.  Valar slept across the foot of her bed.  Did she get
in bed?  She must have, but Nia remembered - he could have carried her to
bed.
   He could have got in with her, naked.  It was still dark out, but Nia
couldn't get back to sleep.  His fore paws dangled off one end, his tail
off the other.
   "Valar," she whispered.
   He stirred and lifted his head.
   "You could sleep up here with me."
   She fell back asleep before he moved, and woke after he was gone.
   At least that's what she thought before rolling into the dark mass of
flesh.  Nia blinked at the hair covered pectoral with the super dark
nipple. Was it sensitive?
   Reality to Nia, there's a naked man in your bed.
   "Are you awake?" She whispered.
   "Mmm hmm."
   "Sleep well?"
   His deep voice answered, "Much better toward the end."
   Don't freak out.  He hasn't changed ...  on the inside.  Don't undo your
progress.
   "How's your leg?"
   "Healed."
   She reached over and smoothed her hand down his thigh.  She didn't even
feel a scar.
   "I need to get up."
   "I was hoping you'd be lazy with me, to--" A warm tip touched her belly.
Her body and mind froze.  "Is that what I think it is?"
   "Yes, I apologize.  I tend to have this reaction when a beautiful woman
touches me."
   Nia smiled.  Goodness, when was the last time?  Too long ago.  She
didn't pull her hand back for several long seconds.  Finally, she tore
herself away and went to the bathroom before she did something to embarrass
herself.
   The incident remained fresh through the following week.  Valar didn't
sleep in her room any more, but she made a place for him in the living
room.
   She woke Saturday morning, showered, and yawned on her way to the
kitchen to make breakfast.
   She paused mid-yawn.  Valar lay sprawled on the couch, naked, arms and
legs akimbo.  He didn't care about his nudity and it mesmerized her.
   Nia sat on the untouched arm of the couch.  "Hey, sleepy head."
   Arms and legs pinned her to his body.
   "I've got you now," he said as he tickled her sides.
   Nia giggled and squealed and tried to escape by crawling up his body,
but then he nibbled her belly.  Nia yanked her body up further and came
down on his face.  She opened her mouth to squeal her apology, but could
not breathe.
   Cool, thick, slick tongue dragged along her slit.  Two firm hands
gripped her thighs.  She braced on the arm of the couch as his tongue
played along her labia.  Such a good boy, Nia grinned as he sucked on her
clitoris.
   She peaked behind her.  The head of his cock emerged from its sheath,
weeping with arousal.  Could she take that inside her?  What would that
make her?
   Not horny, that was for sure.
   His hands moved up to her ass cheeks and his tongue circled her
clitoris. Her body trembled, shuddered with the spike in pleasure.  She
collapsed over the arm of the couch, limp as a cooked noodle.  She'd move
in a second, when she remembered how.
   One eye opened at the hardness sliding up and down her wet slit.  Up to
her hole, down to her clitoris, back and forth, building a hypnotic lull.
   She arched her hips and pushed back onto him.  With a satisfied groan,
he gathered her into his arms, against his chest.  She whimpered as his
cock stretched her open.  He took her easy, working back and forth until
her juices coated his shaft.  He rolled and pinched her sensitive nipples.
   Valar growled as more of his cock buried inside her.  His other hand
reached between her legs and worked her clitoris.  Using the arm of the
couch, Nia fucked herself on Valar's cock, rocking back and forth, each
time working him deeper.  She whimpered as he hit a sensitive part.
   "Not too fast, I don't want to hurt you."
   Nia groaned, but stilled.
   "You don't want me to be gentle?" He whispered the question then licked
the shell of her ear, the side of her neck.  The question felt sinister,
dark.
   Her body was overrun with emotion, aching to feel him deep inside her.
"No."
   He gripped her hips and pulled her body snug to his own, beginning the
firm insistent press into her body.  Nia moaned the whole time.  Valar
groaned deeply as the head of his cock bumped against the back wall of her
vagina.
   He made a loud, feral sound that had her clinching back against him.  He
pulled all the way out and then thrust back into her.  He moved her,
rocking her on his shaft.  His hands stroked her sides and belly, slid up
to cup her breasts and rolled her nipples.  Nia's moans rose in pitch as
Valar fucked her faster.
   A snaking coil of tension solidified in her abdomen, quivering like a
predator ready to strike.  Valar snarled and rammed dep into her.  He bit
down on her shoulder as his pace turned frantic and needy.  The coil in her
belly exploded.  Shuddering convulsions of her orgasm rebounded through her
from scalp to sole.
   Valar released a flood of semen into her body, then collapsed on the
couch and pulled her down with him.  They lay together, panting and
gasping, sweat pooling between their bodies.
   Nia should have had enough, but as her heart stilled, her loins warmed.
She kissed his neck, cheek, his mouth.  Valar kissed her back and rolled
onto his back.  He spread her legs so that she could straddle him.
   "I want you again," she said.
   "Take me.  You can have as much as you want."
   ***
   Nia put two steaks in the pan.  Seconds later, the clack of claws on
linoleum.  Valar put his paws on the counter, pulling himself up over her
height and sniffed the air.
   "Don't worry.  I'm not going to over cook it." She flipped his steak.
   He leaned over and licked her cheek.
   When it came time to eat, Nia fed him chunks of rare steak from her
hand. He took the morsel and licked the juice from her fingers.
   She wasn't sure which side of him she liked more.  The canine: big,
warm, fluffy and playful.  Or the man: huge, sexy, fucking her brains out
whatever she wanted, and she wanted quite often.
   She couldn't sleep at night until she'd had him, not just an orgasm of
her own.  If he went down on her, she wasn't satisfied until she had him
inside her, his magnificent body covering her.
   Nia washed up and carried on with other tasks.
   Valar barked.  She spun to face him.
   He put his snout at her crotch and chuffed.
   "Yes, I know."
   He'd been on her mind all day, of course she was wet.  That wasn't
enough for him.  Valar pressed to her and snarled.
   She took off her shorts and got on her hands and knees.  It was useless
trying to explain that she had things to do.  His tongue worked on her
sopping wet pussy, loud, wet smacks of his canine tongue made her wetter.
As needy and wanton as Nia could be, Valar matched her.  He was truly
voracious when it came to sex.
   His chest and belly hair tickled her back.  She arched his hips and felt
the cool, slick tip of his cock.  She looked over her shoulder and called
his bluff.
   He closed his eyes and shuffled his hips.  Like a pair of fingers, the
thin cock penetrated her engorged vaginal canal.
   "Go on then, fuck me."
   Valar pulled away and made a low bark, then ran for the bedroom.
   Half dizzy, she got to her feet and followed.  He put his forepaws on
the bed and she copied, lying over the foot of the bed.  He covered her
with his body.
   She held her breath as the shaft of his cock filled her.  Blood
thundered in her veins as his hips snapped, fast and mechanical, pumping
his cock into her.  Nothing mattered save for her hot pounding need.  She
reached between her legs and rubbed her clitoris.  "Fuck me, Valar.  I'm
going to come so hard.  Don't stop."
   Following a string of guttural grunts, he began to orgasm.  Nia couldn't
breathe.  Her body turned rigid and cold and burned where he lay deep and
swollen inside her.  She whimpered into the mattress as the bulge at the
base of his cock stretched her vaginal walls.
   By some miracle she came again.  Her body shook and brain flat lined. 
The climax felt painful, taking the last of her energy.  Her breath calmed,
sweat cooled, and Valar slipped out of her and left the bed.
   She lay there, half off the bed, pussy leaking.  Two warm hands framed
her ass and his cool tongue lapped at her sensitive pussy.  He drank from
her, paying the most attention to her slit.  Nia was bone tired, limp,
exhausted, but when he moved to her clitoris, she moaned.
   He stood and his cock entered her and Valar took his time, easing in and
out of her slick passage.  Slow, languid.  That went on for a few minutes
and Nia responded, clenching, gyrating, lubricating.  He picked her up and
arranged her as if she were light as a pillow.  He lay back on the bed and
brought her down on his cock, stretched over his chest.  He rolled his
hips, at a slow pace.  His eyes closed and he made these soft, delicate
moans each time he thrusted into her.  His every expression was filled with
lust.  Nia clung to his body, pleased beyond measure that she brought him
such joy.
   For almost an hour they rocked in sexual bliss.  Only pausing long
enough to change positions.  At some point her body began to crave more. 
She dug her nails into his back.  Valar let her feel every inch of him.  He
flexed, angling his thrusts to push deep inside her.  Her hips jacked in
his grasp, pushing down onto him.
   He snarled as his control broke.  He bit her neck and shoulder, leaving
love bites along his path.  They climaxed as one, muted both audibly and
physically, and fell into a deep slumber soon after.
   <->
   Epilogue: The Delrew are a type of creature from the netherworld, shape
shifters with a canine / human form, similar to the werewolf.
Written: April 2014
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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