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Chapter 3
She woke during the night to feel the heavy warmth of Bravo's thigh lying across her own. A thick foreleg rested on her shoulder, and his broad lower jaw on her head. She and the dog were facing each other, their chests and bellies so close that she could feel the heat from his huge body. Tower lay with his back touching hers, and she drifted back to sleep grateful for the warmth of the dogs, her fear of fleas forgotten.
It grew colder as the night wore on, and the three bedfellows came still closer together for warmth. When Jane awoke for the second time she found that Towser had turned on his side during the night, and now he and she lay like two spoons, her haunches surrounded by his, her buttocks hard against his hairy groin and the rear of her thighs against the the front of the dog's. His chest was pressed to her back, and a foreleg lay across her neck, while she could feel the warmth of his soft breathing on the back of her head. Bravo, too, had moved in his sleep; now the back of his head was pressed into her stomach with his hairy ears tickling her breasts, and his curved spine aganist her belly. Jane lay for several minutes, enjoying the warmth before she fell asleep again.
The next time she woke it was daylight, though from what she could see through the bars the sun had not yet risen, and she wondered when the door would open and free them, hoping that it would not be long. Like the dogs, she composed herself to wait – but some things would not wait, as she realised to her dismay when her bladder sent her an urgent message. Nor was she the only one, for Towser abruptly rose and walked to the nearby wall where he lifted his leg. Freed of his embrace, Jane stood hastily, backed away as far as her tether would allow her, and squatted. She and the dog glanced at each other as they urinated, and Jane felt another of the tiny shivers of guilty pleasure at thus being forced to carry out her natural functions in the company of her own dog. The powerful reek of dog urine filled the still air as Bravo rose and followed their example, then all three lay down together and waited patiently to be released.
The stable yard was filled with sunlight when there came a sharp click, a whirr of machinery, and the barred door swung slowly open. The dogs trotted outside immediately, shaking themselves to rid their coats of clinging straw, ignoring Jane's despairing whines. She tugged desperately on her leash until her neck and shoulder muscles ached, but to no avail. She stood for a moment in the filthy straw before lying down in tears of despair.
How long she lay there, staring hopelessly out into the sunlight, she never knew; but when Towser returned and released her she stumbled out into the clean fresh air to find that the shadows were still chilly, and the warmth from the sun on her damp, smelly body was still pleasant, instead of the burning heat it would become later.
Towser padded slowly away, turning his head frequently as if to check on Jane's progress. She followed him docilely – since this was what he seemed to expect – her leash trailing in the dirt at her side. As they walked through the sunlight, Jane was dully aware of the tiny bits of straw that clung to her body falling from it, and a slow puckering of the skin on her lower back announced the drying of a quantity of dog excrement she had rolled in during the night.But she was beyond caring, her only thought was for the food and water bowls she was being taken too, and even when Bravo came bounding up to seize her leash in his jaws she only accepted it as the natural order of things, and obeyed his tugs on her collar without resentment. Once at the bowls, Bravo stood with her leash dangling from his jaws while she drank and snuffled down greedily the small amount of food the dogs had left uneaten. When she lifted her head, she was dragged off and tethered in the same place where she'd been the day before. The dogs trotted off together, leaving her to herself.
She watched them vanish into the moor, then sprawled listlessly on the hard ground, disturbing the flies crawling over her turds of yesterday.
She must have fallen asleep, and when she woke it was with a peculiar feeling of peace. She rose and yawned, then emptied her bladder where she stood. As she watched the liquid slowly disappear into the dry ground, she pondered lazily on the cause of her sudden contentment with her condition. Perhaps, while she slept, something had happened deep within her unconscious mind, she speculated. She yawned again, and lay down on her belly with her back to the wall and her head propped on her paws, looking out over the shimmering heat of the yard, ignoring the flies that had begun to crawl on her back and legs, attracted by her dirt and the sweat on her skin.
After an unknown period a speck in the distance resolved itself as Towser. He trotted slowly across the yard, keeping to the shade, and went immediately to the water bowl to lap thirstily. Jane bellied down and whimpered at him from thirty feet away, When he finished, he shook the excess water from his muzzle, then sat and stared at her curiously. Jane redoubled her efforts, and, finally, Towser gave a baffled little shake of his head before walking over to her and releasing her.
Jane crouched over the bowl and drank, keeping a wary eye on her dog for a repetition of his behaviour of the day before. But Towser merely lay and watched, and, when she'd finished drinking, he rose and walked slowly away, turning his head frequently to check that she was following him as he obviously expected. He led the way all round the yard and into the paddock. When they had to walk through the sunlight it struck Jane's back and shoulders like a hammer-blow, and she was glad when Towser led them into the small grove of trees in one corner. The grass was greener and taller in the shade of the trees, and it was cool under her skin when she lay down on it. There they lay peacefully side by side until Jane felt a familiar stirring in her colon. Without more ado she rose and walked out into the hot sunlight, where she squatted and emptied her bowels in a continual gush on to the short, brown turf of the paddock. Towser was watching her, his head raised, but when she began to walk back to him he lowered his head again.
Jane was filled with a sudden, strong affection for her dog. He wasn't a strict jailor like the absent Bravo. Towser didn't hold her by her leash in his immoveable jaws all the time – or tether her when he grew tired of her - and he'd taken her with him to this blessedly cool spot and let her roam around at will; although she was very careful not to move too far away from him.
She was beginning to enjoying the experience, in a passive sort of way ; she thought as she sprawled lazily on the cool grass. She was learning how to lie comfortably on the hard ground of the yard, and she was fast learning to accept her place as the inferior in this tiny pack of three in which Bravo, by virtue of his size and strength, was the Alpha male whenever the real pack leader - herself in her human manifestation - was absent.
Rising, she walked slowly the few feet to where Towser lay on his side. His eyes were closed, though she saw one of his ears prick up immediately at the sound of her rising, then droop as she neared him. Standing over him, on an impulse she lowered her head and licked his muzzle, then buried her nose in the thick fur of his neck. He rolled lazily onto his back, and she nuzzled his stomach. Then, daringly, she tentatively nuzzled and licked the short thick fuzz on his member. Towser made a little sound deep in his throat as his penis gently rose, but Jane withdrew to lie on her belly by his side, her head propped on her paws. There she dozed off.
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