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Chapter III

Assimilation of Reality and a Dream

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Friday woke to the sun and the barn door opening as well as a scowling Tiffany. "Well now you made this mess you're gonna fix it." She mentally groaned as she sounded like her father and kept his same sternness in her voice. You will sort every farm marked sheep into a different holding paddock until the owners get here and you can help load them into the trucks."

Friday looked at Tiffany and scoffed laying down and not moving even when the lock on her chain was released. She betrayed no life but her eyes and breath, even when Tiffany pulled on her collar to go. With a huff Tiffany left and Friday smiled to herself in victory. But a few minuets later the smile faded as Mr. Athens barged into the barn and without hesitation jerked the collie up by her scruff and the loose skin just over her hips and tossed her careening into the middle of the amassment of sheep.

"Get this shit sorted and NOW!" he bellowed "and if Tiffany gives you a sheep or ranch related command you better the fuck do it like I told you to do it."

Friday pulled herself from the fecies and urine soaked floor her rump and left side soaked and reeking as sheep pellets fell from her wet coat while Mr. Athens yelled at her. She watched him from the back of two sheep she straddled and she knew better than to sit still after he finished talking and ran over the backs of the bleating masses to the paddock door and began to push sheep out into the paddock and then to a larger field for sorting.

Friday miserably moped about as she separated each different farms sheep into a different holding pen, and the obviously marked ones were easy, the unmarked ones had to be sorted by scent.

It took her almost an hour to sort the sheep, something that surprised her master and made her happy when he called her amazing. But really it was nothing hard.

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Insults and slurs were used for her and even death threats from the farmers she heisted sheep from and had to help give the sheep back to. She cursed this new and confusing life as she leapt over a fence to avoid a kicking one farmer tried to give her after she herded his sheep into the back of an old horse trailer.

It took until after noon, because the humans took their time getting to the ranch to get the sheep. If the sheep were that important to them she figured they would have come earlier. She was filthy but that was not unusual for her, her concern was how to impress her master when there was so many to be above, to work over but be placed under, and there was her heat and that lovely dog she kept her eye on. She began to look more at his lower belly and between his haunches more, and her mind sized him up for being a suitable mate. She sat on a lower fence rail and daydreamed things that made the insides of her ears turn rose and caused her to pant a bit. Then she saw Jake and wagged her tail. She bolted from the fence on two legs and slammed into a surprised Jake, her arms about him in a tight hug. She looked up to him and sighed something that looked like disappointment but still she buried her head in his chest before lowering her muzzle to sniff his sheath tip and give it a testing lick before she let him go and tilted her head to him.

The inside of Jakes ears were pure red and red along his muzzle enough to give a rose hue to his white splotches and markings. He whimpered as she left him standing there confused and wanting, her scent still in his nose and her in his mind.

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Friday trembled as Tiffany led her by the collar into the stable. They only had five horses so it was small but the amount was not what Friday struggled against, it was the fact that there were stallions. She was basically dragged into the stable, Tiffany grunted as they finally came to the stable door and she opened it, "Damnit Friday, nothing bad is going to happen to you, you have to learn to do other jobs."

Friday didn't like much less trust the human that pulled her so resorted to a tactic that served her well in the past, she fell on the floor unmoving.

Tiffany almost fell on top of the collie when she fell on the floor in protest. She growled at the collie and pulled on the collar dragging her across the floor without protest or movement. She knew she was choking the dog but she just refused to move. Tiffany was not about to let Friday win and dragged her over to the tack room and got a horse crop. She swatted the collies rump and flank but the dog didn't move or respond in any way, the only thing that betrayed life in the dog was breathing and her eyes. Tiffany snorted angrily like the horses in the barn and hoisted up the dog by the collar and dragged her over to the first horse stall and into the stall. She closed the door and soothed her horse, Friday's fur fluffed in fear and pissed herself. and moved only to curl into a ball.

Tiffany sighed and began to brush out the horse all the while talking to Friday, "you use this brush," she said showing the dog an oval brush with a strap for ones hand but she had her eyes closed tight. Tiffany sighed exasperated and sat beside the curled up collie and brushing her out with the brush. Slowly Tiffany was rewarded with the slight uncurling of the dog and a curious look at the brush. Tiffany smiled and gave her the brush and showed her how to put it on her paw. Friday looked unsure like it was a trick of some sort but did not protest when she was helped up and to the horse. Friday relaxed a lot when she discovered the horse was a mare. She brushed the horse out well enough Tiffany thought she could handle another task, feeding.

Feeding was a disaster when Friday found out the horse food tasted good to her too. Tiffany had to pull her from the feed bin where she was perched and snapped and growled at the horses who were wanting their food.

The collie spooked the horses and was not really apt to anything but sheep and maybe cows? Tiffany shook her head, this was a very one dimensional collie. Tiffany heard the first pattering of rain on the roof of the barn as she was teaching Friday to sort and inspect tack. Friday was not really interested in the process and managed to destroy one synch by chewing on it. Apparently it smelled delicious and should have remembered that bit of information when Jake told her the same thing a few years back.

Tiffany looked at the dog and sighed. "you really are a pain in the ass." She said and the collie smiled at her.

Tiffany lowered her head to check tack and then looked up to find Friday missing. She groaned but heard her in the next stall. Tiffany stormed over to the stall to see the collie rolling in the mixture of hay and old horse manure. Tiffany groaned and just gave up. "Just go watch sheep" she said exasperated. She barely got the words out her mouth when the collie took off and out the barn door, letting the rain cooled air in. Tiffany sat there in regret. She felt that maybe Friday was an uncontrollable menace and euthanasia was the better option for her, but she could not give up, it was not fair to Friday and she had to show her father she was better with animals than him.

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Mr. Athens watched the filthy dog Friday wander the fields in the rain. She sat out with the sheep and seemed to enjoy the falling water if anything. He chuckled as he looked to the guest house and saw Jake on the porch watching Friday too.

Friday sat in the pouring rain, the beat of the fat cool drops were pleasant on her body and head. She shook the rain that seeped into her coat from her body and pranced about catching raindrops as mud and water came off of her in arcs and spirals and other patterns that would rival fireworks and physics. She finally settled under an old tree and stood on two legs and leaned against it watching the sheep. Her body was more apparent when matted down and if were not for her canine legs she could pass as a human model. She was a magical creature in the mist and rain covered hills, a Nymph of old next to her tree but her care was to her charges who massed together for warmth and protection. But Friday just watched them as two others watched her.

Mr. Athens looked back at Jake and shook his head before he went inside to enjoy a cup of coffee and his wife.

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Rain still pounded the tin roof of the barn as Friday slept warmly in her little nest in the barn. She was awoken by a familiar bark and she looked up and over the edge of the loft to the barn floor Berry stood there in the middle of the barn floor his mouth panting a canine smile. Her heart leapt as she ran to him and threw her arms over his neck. She held him to her, and she felt whole again. But it did not last, she felt him slip away. She looked up from her empty arms to see Berry trot out the door with his tail high. She ran after him as fast as she could into the dark fields. It was dark but the sun was out and the rain had stopped and it looked as if it had never rained. She wanted to call to find Berry but she had no voice. She then saw Jake sitting on a fence rail like her old master had. She ran up to him and signed ‘Where is Berry?!'

Jake looked at her. "Berry's not here anymore." And she looked at Jake, his features had changed a bit and she swore he looked like Berry but a blue Merle. She trebled and tried to pull Berry out of Jake but the two were the same and could not be separated.

"I love you" came the voice Berry's bark would come in, "you must love more" the Berry/Jake being told her as she was taken into his arms and into a rut.

Friday woke with a gasp and a start looking about for Berry and then realize that it was all a dream,. A cruel dream to remind her what she had lost. Tears poured from her eyes like the rain against the tin roof until she again fell into sleep until the morning.

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Jake thought about the black and white border collie bitch. He never mated anyone, he knew the basic mechanics of it but he had never really had the true want, almost a need to have a mate. This collie was ripped from her world and put theirs on it's ear. Life was simpler before her. She scared him and confused him and intrigued him all at the same time. He wanted nothing more than to touch her, and hold her but his approach only confused him, she pushed him away when he wanted to be close, and when he gave up on her and could not care less she was all over him and,.. he tugged on one of his half fold ears in frustration,. She just made him miserable, and he went back for more, to get his nose bitten or nuzzled when he wanted never to see her again. He was raised with a human female, he listened to her and knew human ways, he was a dog and had been around dogs and they were different but Friday, she was something else.

He sighed and looked up from the sheep he watched to see the object that filled his thoughts coming toward him in a determined stance, whatever she wanted to do it was too late to stop as she took Jakes head in her paws, she looked for Berry like in her dream, looked for Berry's eyes. But Jakes eyes were a glacial blue. The only thing she saw in his eyes was her reflection. The reflection of a hurt lost border collie who just needed to let go, to start over. She shook Jakes head in her paws and made a toss of it when she let him go leaving the poor dog confused and unsure. Jake becoming a bit more forward ran up to her and petted her between the ears and across her shoulders. Even the berry in her dreams said yes, it was she who said no with a snap and a swat at his middle. She glared at him until her eyes filled with tears then she coughed a sob and gritted her teeth in a self hating snarl. She wanted Jake, but she didn't, no she couldn't. Why was this so difficult for her to just put her paws on his shoulders and hold him? Her body longed to be held. She was so angry at him, why would he not just grab her, why with his scent and hers did he not take her? she scoffed at him with a caught of air and pushed him before turning away. He was not worthy but he was all she had here.

Jake looked at the collie that teased and rejected him so many times in frustration. He had no clue with his fascination with her, was it just she was female and wondered if it was just basic needs? He had his mistress and she cared for him in every other way. Perhaps it was just his natural needs to want her. But he didn't think so. His mistress went into heat every month and he never had such feelings for her, the draw to her even when he held her down the night she was first found stealing sheep from the farm and reeked of sheep carrion blood and sorrow he had a fascination with the near feral Genome.

He stood there as she held her head down. She did not know how to go forward, she herself was frustrated and angry at Jake. He could not help her, she wanted a bond that was more than the benign relationship between Jake and his mistress. But he could not break the last of her wall down, they could see each other but she could not tear any more down,. She wanted him, needed him to break the last of it, and he just would not. She was about to walk off again when she found herself pinned by the shoulders against the thick barn support post. She was about to strike with her muzzle when she felt the sharp teeth of a canine jaw about her thin neck, she held her head up in submission and relaxed a bit, letting Jake know she would not fight him anymore. She just needed to know he would take control when she needed him but he let her go and apologized. She opened her eyes wide, why would he stop?! What was wrong with him?! She bit him hard and punched him in the chest before pushing him on the ground and running away.

For almost two weeks no matter what she tried Jake ignored her and it ate at her this dog wanted nothing to do with her. She leaned against him and he just walked away and would not even look at her. She wanted his attention and she was going to get it. She began marking around the house, the outside only but nothing. Finally she had enough, she wanted attention and she was going to have it.

She waited until Jake was taking some sheep to pasture. Being totally zoned on the sheep he never saw her coming. She ran up on him and even with her tiny frame she slammed him so hard he lost his balance and skidded along the ground on his chin. He definitely noticed her then. He snarled and barked angrily as dirt and sheep droppings fell from his coat. Friday had never seen him move as fast as he did when he tackled her and held her down his jaws on her muzzle then on her throat. She struggled minimally, she just wanted the attention and she had what she wanted. She tucked her tail, feeling Jakes body straddling her belly his paws on her wrists as he held her down. He pulled his teeth off her throat and paws form her wrists and grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard and tossing her back on the ground.

"What the hell is with you?" he barked at her.

She just looked at him passively and wiggled out from under him, another disappointment, and trotted off on all fours with her tail high, both in dominance and to tease the male with her sight and scent.

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Jake laid next to his mistress and sighed. And with every male sigh came the female response, "what's wrong?"

Jake looked to His mistress. He was not sure she could help him but she would try he knew.

"Friday keeps teasing me." He said almost inaudibly.

Tiffany rolled over and petted his side, "what do you mean teasing you?"

"She will cuddle to me and act like she wants to be nice, then she pushes me away and even fights me."

Tiffany bit her lip as she thought of the phrasing before answering, "Well I'm not sure what she is doing. Just be nice to her."

Jake sighed exasperated now. "I don't want her to keep teasing me like she does." He knew the taboo humans had with mating and he did not want to make her think him bad because Friday brought thoughts of mating to his head. He never mated before and was the only dog on the farm, so didn't know what courtship was, much less how to do it. He had no idea how to get Fridays attention and his mistress was not the one he would get that information from.

"never mind." He muttered and closed his eyes, feeling his mistress cuddle to him and kiss the back of his half fold ear.

"Just keep being good to her." she said softly and nuzzled her face into his thick coat.

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Friday woke up and stretched happily and looked about the barn. She sat down and looked down over her body, her thick fur unable to hide her heated sex any more. She looked out the barn window to see Jake walk out the house to tend sheep. She watched him look out in the fields like he was looking for something then walk into the paddock and herd the sheep into a further pasture. She could not figure out why that dog didn't try to breed her. She was young and very much in heat and she vied for his attention but he kept ignoring her. she wondered what was wrong with her that made her undesirable. The collie bitch smiled and ran down the ladder and out the barn to the fields to join the dog in the fields.

Sheep wandered about munching grass and anything else they could find to eat as the two collies patrolled as usual. They stayed away from each other, really it was Jake that avoided Friday. He was becoming more angry with her every confrontation. She had been tormenting him for over a week, her heat was coming to an end but it could not happen fast enough for Jake. He wanted these unfufillable feelings to be gone. Friday was finding more and more unique ways to torment him with her gender and actions. But today was going to be particularly cruel, Friday would see to that.

Friday snuck up on Jake and knocked him over as usual, he was beginning to be able to tell what pasture he was in by the taste of the dirt now but this time Friday had more planned. She squatted in front of his nose before he could rise and pissed on the ground in front of him, her scent strong and her heat even visibly apparent. Jake made a noise between a growl and a whimper as he sat up rather angry that she teased him so and would reject every advance. The female collie with a bit more understanding in the needs of canines wiped two of her fingers over her heat and urine soaked vulva and wiped it over Jakes nosepad and shoved her fingers in his mouth and over his tongue. Jake blanched and twisted to try to escape the scent but it filled his nose, his tongue tasted something his brain by instinct tasted in her urine. He looked at Friday and then sniffed her urine spot before lapping the heady flavor, the pheromones that unlocked his instincts and the thing that made him bolt on all fours after Friday. Over fences and the backs of sheep and through the two creeks that ran through the many pastures Jake chased Friday. She had never had Jake chase her so hard, or long. She realized her teasing game had awoken something in him and she ran for her safe place, the barn. She was trying to climb the ladder to the loft when Jake grabbed her by the scruff and pushed her against the ladder then pulled her off and threw her against a wall of hay. Friday bore her teeth at him but he slapped her muzzle and grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her against the hay. She snapped at him trying to stop his attack but he was too strong and would not stop. He did let go of her shoulders to avoid being bitten but grabbed her ear and made her give a rasp that would have been a yelp if she had a voice. She took to all fours to run but found herself grabbed by her scruff and jerked up and onto a half pile of hay bales. She was about to snap at him but she felt her arms gripped and held behind her and by her years of abuse she automatically lifted her tail. Jake wasted no time probing for her entrance, her puffy canine folds welcoming the invader even if Friday did not. She struggled but was crushed against the hay bales so hard her breasts hurt. She shook her head and made audible snaps but then only gasped as Jakes' strong but amateurish invasion touched the long needy nerves inside her. Because of his inexperience Jake knotted outside her and bruised her outer lips with his hard knot as he came inside her. She looked back and saw pure bliss on the dogs muzzle as she felt his seed pulse inside her, He opened his mouth and let his tongue loll as he relaxed his body and his grip but she did not try to escape, this was familiar to her, something she understood. She watched Jake and saw his face turn from euphoria to horror at what he had done. He pulled from the border collie bitch with his mouth agape, tongue back in defense.

"oh no" was whimpered in tones that only a dogs sharp ears could pick up and he ran on all fours out the barn and out of Fridays sight. Friday turned over and sat on the hay bale and as her routine, licked herself clean and went out to tend the sheep with a bit more of a confident stride.

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Jake stood outside the barn in disbelief. It seemed like a dream, a guilty nightmare but the scent of the border collie bitch on him reminded him it was real. He could not believe what he had done. He thought about his mistress and everything he was taught by her, and he had done something that she would scorn, and she would scorn him. He didn't know what to do, he could never tell his mistress he could not trust Friday would not tell her through Andrew or even her miming. He was ashamed at betraying his mistress and even hurting Friday. As fast as he could which felt like slow motion, he ran from the sheep field and past the barns, past the pastures and into the woods where an old tool shed left from a futile attempt at dirt farming sometime in the ranches history rotted. There he hid from the world, from the shame and the rage as he cried and tried to figure where everything went so wrong, and then becoming only tempted to go back and beat the collie some more. He abandoned that for self loathing at what he had done, and who he had become.

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"JAKE!" Came the desperate cry from Tiffany as she drove an ATV over the vast pastures and fields. She could hardly see from the tears welled in her eyes. She had hit some rocks and holes she would otherwise have avoided as she continued her desperate call for her lost dog. "JAKE! JAAAAAAKE! JAKE! Jake." She broke off with a trembling whisper and wiped the worried tears from her eyes determined to go on to find him as the array of possible horrors and demises ran over her mind making her cries more desperate and pleading as she vainly prayed to god that she find him safe. But she did not find him at all. The light drizzle that dominated the day was colder still at night. Since she found herself shivering more than trembling she went home to look again when it was light.

Friday was clean of the mud and was dry and asleep by the time Tiffany came bursting in the door, tracking mud in the foyer and puling off her shoes. She looked at Friday with an expression that hurt even the dark jaded dog.

The next day Friday was bombarded by Tiffanies mantra screamed in desperation over the hills of the pastures. Friday had never seen a human smell or act like this. If a dog died or another animal died or was lost beyond a days search then you put the carcass on the trash heap or forgot about it and moved on. But this human began others howling for the lost. From other fields some voices with concern but not the desperation of Tiffany called for Jake. Friday began to wonder if she was lost if they would call so desperately for her, and she remembered the visit to her masters house. It seemed so long ago when Mr. Athens touched her kindly after she had left, she gasped in realization, she was lost, just as Jake, and they came for her, they maybe called for her. Friday for the first time in her life, abandoned her flock.

She ran a circuit of the ranches borders, if Jake had went missing he was obviously not on the ranch proper.

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Jake lay on the musty wet floor of the rotting shed, he only moved to relive himself and those scents were what led Friday to him and his hiding place.

Jake could never tell anyone what he had done to Friday. She could not talk but it would one day come out. He raped her as her master had, as he was told was wrong. He knew his mistress would never look at him the same, she would no longer love him as she had. He even feared being abandoned but knew that she would never give him up. His mind wandered on the repercussions, even the last and most threatening one, what if he had put his pup in her? How would he explain the rapeget to Tiffany, how would he react to Friday, how would she react to him?

As fast as his mind raced, his body was still and near lifeless in it's bedraggled state as he retreated into his tortured mind he missed the dark small figure creep into the dilapidated shed and curl warmly to him. The warmth and comfort brought him to look back and see the black and white bitch. He turned and tried to distance himself from her all the while he muttered feeble apology after apology. She knew he had run away because of his forced mating her, but it was not forced, she did the only thing she could think of to bring him back. She pinned him with her light form slapping him in his muzzle twice before he stopped using his stupid words and shut up. She ran her wet fingers through the soaked fur of his belly until she came to his prepuce. She pulled the fury sheath from his canine rod and hovered her own sex over it and plunged him deep in her. She panted regardless of the chill and unlike in the barn, she forced him into her deep and rocked on his body until his knot was in her and full.

They stayed there locked together in the soaking rain. Jake looked up at the warm and wet in more ways than the rain, bitch he was inside. She rested her paws on his chest and smiled before licking his nosepad as a prelude before she leaned over to kiss him in a mixture of the human and canine ways. They were not locked for long, the weather position and Jakes mood saw to that. As Friday was released from their lock She gave him a canine smile as she stood, his scent in her as well as on her wet body. She leaned over him again but instead of a kiss she pulled on his collar for him to follow. He was not pleased to follow her but he was for some reason relived, as if the burden on his shoulders were not lifted and gone, but as if he had help, but he was scared the burden would still crush him. He went over this situation with the other from the barn as he was led out the shed and to the woods and then the pastures and to Tiffanys' house. She opened the door and led Jake in and to the bed that was said to be hers. She pulled the blankets from Tiffanies bed off and took them to her room where Jake was laying on her bed. He shivered a bit but did not react in protest or appreciation to the warm blankets and comforter and the soft collie cuddled warmly to him.

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Tiffany pulled up to her house in her ATV she was so distraught over her missing dog she barely registered that the front door was wide open until she went to grasp the handle. She started at the open door and ran inside calling for Jake. She ran to her room first not seeing him in the living room or the kitchen, then noticing her bed was stripped, ran to the room that she made for Friday. There she saw the elusive border collie and her mounded blankets sodden and muddy, but more important was the figure wrapped in the bedclothes. She nearly pushed Friday out the way to hold her soaked dog, the water from his fur to her clothes. She was baffled at the negative response, rather than holding on to her as he normally would he shied from her, avoiding her eyes and turning his head as she tried to get in front of him to look at him. Instead he closed his eyes and tucked his head down at his chest.

Tiffany stopped trying to look at him and instead inspected him for wounds or bites. But found none. "Jake," she cried hugging him to her happily and petted him making him shy slightly. Tiffany ignored this in her elation of having him back and breathing still, everything else she would worry about later.

Friday sat beside the woman wagging her tail happily as she cradled her collie. Friday moved to the other side of Jake and laid beside him, cuddling to him again. Tiffany watched the border collie and nodded covering up her bedraggled silent dog, both of them, and laid on the dry covers with them both. She put her arm over her beloved Jake, needing to be close to him, Friday holding him close to heal him. Tiffany, who had been up for the two days that Jake was missing, fell into a deep sleep with him so close and in her arms. Friday groomed his muzzle and ears lovingly. He was finally beautiful to her, she knew his kindness his patience, and most importantly she knew his dark side he buried, the one part of him that made her understand him, accept him, and love him.

Friday had returned to watching the flock when Tiffany woke up still holding a resting Jake. She smiled and kissed him on his clean cheekruff and slowly got up to change and shower and decided that a hot shower would benefit Jake too. She woke him up and smiled down at him. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." she said cheerfully and pulled him up by his paw to follow her. He still seemed a bit dour but was happy to see her happy face, and the bit of eased conscience Friday had given him made him nod and smile, "okay" he answered and stood up a bit of dirt crumbling to the floor.

"Heh, I'm like Friday now" he played

"Yea, but I don't think you have the talent for collecting dirt she does." Tiffany teased.

Jake smiled and nodded and followed her to the bathroom.

He had taken showers with his mistress ever since his first shower out the puppy mill where he was such a struggling insecure ball that Tiffany figured it would be easier to just take the shower with him as she was getting more wet trying to avoid getting wet than taking a shower. He was a lot easier to handle with her in the shower with him and as a way to conserve water and time, it became a habit for them to share a shower.

Tiffany looked to her dog and sighed, at the soaked canine, the dirt pouring from his usually clean coat. She helped him get clean and ducked behind the outside of the shower stall when he shook off. He was handed a large towel and dried himself off as best he could as his mistress did the same. He followed her out the bathroom door feeling a lot better until Tiffany asked, "Where were you for two days? You had me worried."

Jake had no idea how to answer that, he didn't want to tell her the truth, the truth was what he wanted to hide, and hide from, to forget.

Tiffany turned to him as she adjusted her panties and began to put on her bra yet he still remained silent. She looked like he didn't blink and his face was fear. She had never seen him look like that, it was like the time he accidentally killed a lamb, well it was not an accident he just was playing too rough with a feeble creature. But he was older now and even a killed ewe would not bring out a reaction like that in him. Whatever it was it was bad, and she knew it. None of her thoughts were betrayed on her face and she smiled to him, "Well I hope you had fun" she said slipping on her t-shirt, "You had me worried sick" she wasn't going to let him get away Scott free for worrying her so, "we have to get the sheep to the northeast pasture, and you and Friday have to keep them from eating up the grass as fast as they are, you have to help limit them for now, it's not lambing time and we don't need them eating up everything. Also make sure the rams are kept in the ram field, I don't think Friday has the concept of animal husbandry."

Jake listened as he dried off, his mind elsewhere really but he understood his instructions. "Alright, if Friday listens I'll work with her." Jake doubted she would cooperate but he would, as usual try.

"Jake" Tiffany waited for him to look at her before continuing "I love you, take care, I don't want to loose you, no matter what."

Jake nodded, "I love you too." He hugged her and left to tend the fields.

Jake trotted over to Friday and was greeted very strangely with a lick over his cheek and a leaned nuzzle and an attentive look.

"Um,' he stammered "we need to confine the sheep better and keep them from eating up the entire field. That and it's starting to become shearing time so we need to make sure they don't wander too far and get into trouble." Friday was attentive and nodded to his amazement the border collie then lifted her paw to his muzzle and stroked it softly, she pulled him in but he broke off standing back and walking away from her. She did not leap up and tackle him as she wanted to but slowly stood and walked to him, wrapping her arms about his middle and nuzzling between his shoulder blades. Jake did not move so she moved to his front, pressing her body to his and licking the bottom of his jaw in submission, but mostly she wanted his attention. She felt relaxed and safe with him, she wanted him and she knew she had him, she just had to work a bit harder. She understood he was raised mostly by humans, maybe she had to learn more human things. She smiled to him and caressed his muzzle sweetly before she trotted off gathering the sheep and not allow them out of the circle she kept them in.

Jake watched Friday in complete disbelief. After what he did to her she seemed to warm to him more. He shook his head then followed orders and pulled the rams and took them to the Rams pasture. Jake returned to the same scene and smiled at how really useful Friday was when she put her mind to it and that just reminded him about how he took her and treated her. They worked the fields together but guiltily Jake stayed on the far side of her, always trying to distance himself from her and the thought of his raping her. He was thankful when they put the sheep in the holding pen and were done for that day until they came back to the house. Both Jake and Tiffany were taken aback when the border collie came in with Jake and went to her room.

Jake stayed were he was, dread filling his heart, bile flavored his suddenly dry mouth as Tiffany went to investigate this sudden change in behavior in the adopted collie.

Tiffany blanched as she realized that even thought she could ignore it when she first had Jake back she could not bear the scent of whatever carrion Friday used for her perfume.

"Friday" Tiffany said softly, "you need to take a shower if you plan to stay in here."

She expected some form of retaliation or at least a showing of her sharp thin teeth, but what happened next was truly unexpected, Friday walked up to Tiffany, albeit a bit grudgingly, but she stood there waiting for her to take her to shower. Tiffany almost forgot what she was telling Friday she was so stunned at the obedience. She smiled to the suspiciously behaving collie and led her to the shower. She looked at Jake and smirked a small feminine smirk.

"Jake,"

"Yes!" Jake yelped and then looked apologetic. "Sorry, what is it you need?"

"I need you to give a shower to Friday, you know how to and you two need it more than me right now, I'll take mine later."

Jake would have made a protest if his mouth was not so dry and his voice so tight but instead he was left in a bathroom with the bitch he raped.

He trembled a bit as he looked to the soft and, oh her face was so serine, so beautiful, he had never seen her without a smirk a snarl, teeth or malice on her face. But now her markings showed beautifully, if she had papers she would be a show dog he was sure. But he then looked at her and was taken aback at the soft canine smile he was receiving.

He panted nervously so close to her now. But he also had a job to do so he threw himself into that with collie focus he turned the water to the right temperature but was once again faced with his demon. "Friday," he managed to squeak out and then a bit stronger "Just step into the stall and we'll get you cleaned up." Friday stepped into the shower and the water matted her fur down letting him see her curves again, her fur was dense and had grown out to be almost obscuring of her breasts and curves but the water reviled what her fur kept hidden. Jake stepped into the shower with her and got as wet as she, she had obviously had a shower before, she used the removable shower head well and even helped wet him down. But shampooing was something else. She just smeared the shampoo over the top of her coat and thought she was done, Jake had to show her how to work it into her coat. He kneaded the shampoo into her thick soft fur and touched her skin, skin that felt like nothing else he had ever felt. He lost himself in caressing her body exploring her hidden curves, his previous shame forgotten as he washed her to a degree that no casual washing would accomplish. He did not snap out of his grooming until he smoothed over her hips and touched her thighs and remembered how he used her against her will. He let her go and stepped back stammering "I'm sorry" over and over. Friday grabbed his muzzle shutting him up. she looked at him and he still managed to whimper but was cut short when she jerked his muzzle for him to shut up and just be quiet. She watched him sternly then felt as if she was about to let go when she gripped his muzzle tight again, looking at him as a warning not to say anything she thought stupid. But instead of letting his muzzle go she brought hers up to his and pressed his muzzle to hers in a human kiss their thin wet lips shared more moisture than the waters that soaked their fur especially when Fridays tongue slipped between his lips and teased his canines before she finally let him go and held to her soaked dog, she now knew Jake and was comfortable with him. Jake was still unsure and guilty about his behavior, it was something he would not be over simply because his victim was more amorous toward him.

Friday however looked down over her still muddy legs and looked to Jake, who did nothing. So taking matters into her own paws she took his and put soap into them and made him reach and go between her thighs, washing her still puffy lower lips and her tailhole and then turned and tried to help him clean her tail but by then he had the idea and washed her all the way down to her very dirty pawpads.

Friday having gotten the idea began to lather Jake over. He protested but she swatted his ears and looked at him sternly until he relented to her exploration of his wet furry body

The shower took so long that Tiffany knocked on the door to assure they were alright, or mostly if Friday did not assassinate her dog in the silence. But both came wetly out the bathroom Friday first followed by Jake who tried to grab her before she shook off in the bedroom but was a bit late. He hauled the collie back into the bathroom and closed the door to shake off in the stall before toweling over, Friday getting the idea and shook off what little was on her coat and began to go through towels drying herself off. Jake figured it was not too bad for his first shower with Friday even if Tiffany would think it was a disaster and voiced the opinion while she brushed the two dogs out. She took care of her Jake first and Friday accepted that and was brushed second, enjoying the wonderful device for the third time in her life. Perhaps she could assimilate to a more human cared life after all she thought in bliss

* * * * *

Friday slept inside the house, of course dragging in her two treasures from the hay barn. Tiffany wanted to wash the reeking articles badly but knew why Friday kept them, so tolerated their intrusion on her otherwise clean home. Friday was beginning to really warm up to Jake but Jake was now trying to avoid her. She figured that without the fear of pregnancy she was more social, but she was not sure if Friday was out of heat, her coat was full and obscured even her breasts under thick silky fur to the point that if it were not for her face her gender could not be determined from a distance. But she hid in the barn almost three weeks ago and now came down to be friendly with Jake. But Jake was rather cold to her and no longer complained about her, actually Jake was unusually quiet about everything. She was not sure if he liked Friday now that she seemed to like him. But dogs could be strange, especially collies.

Deep late spring grasses hid Friday from her victim. If he would not give her attention anymore she would get it in other ways. And for the past two weeks she had been doing just that. Pouncing him, jumping up from behind sheep to scare him. But this was going to be a real treat. She remembered how he reacted to a movie where the dead humans came back to eat the living humans. He even released his anal glands on the couch as one part where the dead surprised the escaping humans. She was so careful, so close. The wind did not betray her and her skill in stealth let her come up right behind him. She closed her eyes in glee and readied herself. She pulled up the dead lamb she found weeks ago, it was dead and they just disposed of the dead here instead of letting the dogs eat it, but she could not see Jake eating carrion, especially with his apparent fear of dead things. She had eaten off the muzzle flesh and pulled the tongue out to be longer. She had already eaten the hind end and entrails so she stuck her paw inside the hollow chest cavity up to the skull and moved the head with her fingers in convincing auto motion and used her paw to move the lambs arm to tap on Jake's shoulder with the rotting hoof.

Jake felt a tap on his shoulder and sighed turning to yell at Friday and was muzzle to skull with a rotting lamb head, it moved on its own the tongue lolling from its rotting face as it's jaws opened and pressed to his shoulder. Jake shrieked something between human and canine terror and fell back into the still deep grasses of the pasture as the carcass moved with hooves on the fence board it sat on looking at him and moving its head and chomping. The scent of his glands were over the field, "Get away from me!" he shrieked and was about to run when the carcass lifted up taller and taller and then Friday appeared with her demonic lamb chop puppet laughing silently and pointing at him. She doubled over on the middle fence rail and mimed the dead lamb puppet at him again and had her muzzle open laughing more with tears coming out of her eyes.

Jake stood up and walked over to her and barked at her viciously but that just made the collie fall off the rail and roll on the ground making the morbid puppet harass her and acting scared by curling into a ball and tucking her tail in submission and then pointing at him.

Jake sighed and growled at her and walked off as he usually did, he was angrier with Friday than ashamed at his actions to her at this point. She relentlessly teased and pestered and now terrified him to near death with horrible rotting meat puppets. The only thing that really nagged at him was what would she do to him to top that? He shivered knowing that the ewe slaughter was coming up and wanted to hide. They didn't slaughter here on the farm, they sent them to a processing plant for that once they were sold, but Friday was very resourceful and apparently brilliant. He turned around and saw Friday still snickering as she ate her puppet. Jake watched her, she was still attractive somehow and he had no idea why with what he was put through and how unalike they were he was attracted to her. He watched her stand and look after the sheep. Her stance was majestic even with a quarter of a dead lamb in her paw. She looked at him and smiled sweetly at him with a wave of a paw not holding the carcass.

He waved back and turned around to go to the other side of the field. But still he turned around to see her. Even with her large fluffy coat she was beautiful. But he could not place why. But he was far off and had to bring back some sheep that had moved too far off. For the rest of the day he was paranoid about living dead sheep even though he knew it was fake and a trick he was still jumpy and gave Friday a few scornful looks from his side of the field.

* * * * *

Rain pelted the roof of the house as Tiffany and her two dogs curled in their beds for sleep. Jake took a little longer to go to sleep because every time he closed his eyes the nightmarish image of the lamb puppet came to him. He got little sleep and what sleep he did get was fitful at best.

The next morning Jake sat on a fence rail watching Friday, and the sheep, then thinking about her, was she messing him up? Was he messed up before and she setting him right? He sat on the fence rail and watched her happily herd sheep. All he could do was question himself. And now he found himself caring about her less and less and her attention toward him improving, it seemed the worse he treated her the more she paid attention to him.

Friday saw Jake sitting alone on the fence and wanted to sit beside him for a change, she was being really mean and while it seemed to be human it was the wrong type of human and she wanted to apologize, and let him know something important. She trotted along the pasture up to Jake and touched his shoulder startling him in his thoughts and something totally against his usually kind nature he slapped her and grabbed her buy the throat and pushed her into the soft mud snarling. "Don't startle me like that." He then realized what he did and just became angrier at her and shook her by the furry ruff on her throat, "what are you doing to me?" he barked and tossed her back down into the mud and just before he got up and ran, as he planned he thought better and grabbed the muddy collie by the shoulders and shook her his rage at a final peak "What are you doing to me, why are you doing this, why are you dragging me into your dark world?!" He said beating her into the mud by her shoulders. The entire time tears welled in his eyes, but he could not stop slamming her into the mud, he was angry at himself for hurting her, but he was angry at her for bringing him to this point. He snarled viciously at her, a bestial sound that would turn blood cold and bit her over her muzzle in domination until he tasted her blood, but as his mind screamed to let go he pressed harder and growled as if his body had mutinied against the mind. He fought for control of himself again and with a few scrapes over Fridays muzzle and nose he pulled his mouth from over her muzzle and shut it tight with her stubby muzzle hairs and the taste of her blood in her mouth. He trembled and wanted to throttle her some more but this time began to get off of her, but his body fought, it felt like it filled itself with lead in protest to not continuing to beat this confounding collie into the ground and leave her. He was furious still and thank the human god that she did not move.

He turned his back on her and walked away. He was furious with her even through his guilt of raping her even if she accepted him afterward. He spun on her when she grabbed his shoulder ready to slap her away when she just turned her head with her eyes closed tight waiting for the strike. Jake fumed and sneered and howled at her not daring to touch her again, but she opened her eyes and looked at him with her deep brown eyes and his anger melted to shame and hollowness. "What? What do you want Friday? Why can you not just leave me alone?" he begged her.

She responded by taking his paw and placing it between her breasts and smoothed it long her belly, but his paw rose and crested at her navel and then slid back down. His eyes widened and he did it over and over, a small developing mound in her belly.

"Oh no" was his only response.

Friday smiled and pulled him in closer and licked his muzzle. At her lick he grabbed her upper arms and looked at her as if he had no idea what to do with her so she hugged him as tight as she could. She nuzzled him and kept her body as close to his as possible until she was rewarded with a defeated sigh as his arms went around her, holding her to him, her head tucked under his chin. She just held him her tail softly swaying behind her. She nuzzled to him more as she felt his arms abut her back, his paws flat over her petite form. She had her mate and she was starting new, she was becoming different and letting herself go on with her life, a new life, a kinder life. She squeezed Jake one more time and looked up to him and licked under his chin in submission, he softly licked the small blood spots he left on her muzzle. Friday was glad he was able now to take an action and stop talking so much. But it did not last for long as he spoke softly, "we have to tell Tiffany."

Friday sighed and slumped in his arms. She didn't want the woman's opinion on it, she was having Jakes pup and she would defend this pup to the death. So she tugged his ear and sighed. Then she hugged him again and happily licked under his chin.

* * * * *

Jake sat like a dog in front of his mistress, he was a little way back but close enough that she could lean in and hurt him. He had had enough and he figured the punishment would be better than the hiding. He knew Friday would not tell anyone but he could not live with the guilt for all that his mistress taught him, plus with her condition, what was he to do?

She looked at her oddly behaving dog, "What is it?" she asked and went to pet his head but leaning back to her sitting position on the couch when he avoided her hand. There was an uncomfortable silence before Jake broke it, "I raped Friday last month." He said to the floor and never looked up.

Friday came in closer to Jake as Tiffany scrunched up her face "you what?" She said confused and disbelieving."

"I raped Friday, I just had enough of her teasing and her heat and she teased me too much and in the barn and I raped her."

Tiffany reached out and grabbed his collar and shook him but before she could do anything else Friday was there between them gripping Tiffanys arm as hard as she could and barred her teeth at Tiffany. Jake wore the same surprised expression on his muzzle as Tiffany wore on her face. Friday turned and peeled Tiffanys' fingers off the collar and hugged Jake to her hard still blocking him from Tiffany.

Tiffany sat back and looked at her dog thinking. He had never been mated and maybe he did not really understand rape and sex. He was still a dog and would be a bit more assertive. She smiled and leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees as she spoke, "I don't know, are you sure you raped her? She seems to have really formed an attachment to you. I'm not a professional but I think that if you raped her she would be more scared of you." Tiffany said watching both dogs.

Friday answered with a shake of her head and sign language, but Tiffany had her stop, "hold on, Answer yes or no, Did Jake rape you? Forced mate you?"

Friday nodded and held Jake to her more.

"But you want to be with him more?" she said baffled and was more so when Friday again nodded.

"But he mated you against your will."

Friday nodded again and began to sign slowly as if speed was a factor of understanding. Tiffany shook her head and sighed waving off Fridays unintelligible language. Tiffany thought about something, She knew Jake was a kind soul and to rape Friday had to take an external source, then suddenly Friday started living in the house and cooperating with them and helping with things other than sheep and becoming more a part of the family. Her former master raped her, and she loved her master. Her eyes widened when she realized that the border collie orchestrated her own rape. It was brilliant to the point of being scary. No, to be able to plan and execute a plan of manipulation of that caliber meant that Friday was the most dangerous person she knew. She made Jake her master, her father her master. Then the words of her mother came to her, ‘you must meet her in her world if you are going to bring her into yours.'

Tiffany blinked, Friday so desperately wanted to be a part of them she pulled them as cruelly into her world as she was ripped from her own. Tiffany nodded and wanted to clap with the genius wit within the mute collie bitch's skull. She looked to her dog and realized how much guilt ate at him to make him come to her and confess. She knelt on the floor with the watchful eyes of Friday on her to assure it was not to harm. She held her dog tightly and petted him. It's okay, you are alright I still love you" she said softly but there was a bit of resentment from Fridays trickery and manipulation. She let go of Jake and half crawled to where Friday sat close by and slapped the collie across the muzzle and shook her hard by her collar. "If you EVER, you hear me, EVER hurt Jake like that again, so help me you will be the first dog I ever gave to the pound."

Friday nodded indicating she understood

Tiffany let go of Fridays collar, stood up and walked off a few steps and stalled, was she just manipulated too? She looked back to the fluffy bitch as she rubbed her muzzle and looked to her, but the tip of the dogs tail was wagging. Tiffany hid her surprise and walked briskly away from the collie as she was then being comforted by Jake.

"She's pregnant." Jake said as Tiffany started to walk away bringing her to an automatic stop and turn around with her legs stiff, "You not only raped her, but you got her pregnant?" Tiffany said coolly, a tone Friday knew and held tighter to her mate and buried her muzzle in his chest in very real fear. Tiffany looked at Friday, the most docile she had ever been, the most interest she had ever taken in her or her dog, mostly her dog but still Friday was in the house, trying to be part of the family, and going to be raising her own soon. Tiffany had a pang of jealousy toward the border collie but just held it back to kneel down and pet Fridays neck and put her hand on the thick collie coat and feel the swell in her belly for herself. She sighed and pet Fridays head. "Well I hope you two are ready to be parents." She sighed and looked at the young features on the border collie. "I'll make a vet appointment to make sure everything is alright."

Tiffany shook her head and looked at her dog in disbelief. She wasn't sure if she could trust him anymore. Friday had a way about her to bring out the darkest in others and she was not so sure saving her was such a good idea now. But the doting look Friday gave him made her wonder if the worst was over. If the dog would finally start to become a part of the family then it would be worth it all.

But even with her hands on the slightly swollen middle of the border collie she had her doubts.

* * * * *

Friday lifted her head up from her bed she had enjoyed being on the couch with Jake even with Tiffany beside Jake and watched TV and was fed a bit of cooked chicken which was better than dead rat, but not as good as hot sheep entrails but she enjoyed it all the same. But after this evenings events she laid awake in her bed, alone as she always had been here on this farm, but she found herself missing Jake. Getting up from her bed she softly trotted to Tiffany's room where she saw Jake laying against the human woman, his mistress. Friday felt a pang of jealousy but still she crept into the room and climbed onto the bed careful not to wake the current occupants. Jake still woke and looked up to her and tilted his head, but did not speak after she laid her head on his midriff and closed her eyes.

Tiffany was thrust from slumber like she was thrust from her bed hitting the floor with a thud. Her waking brain could not quite make out what had happened but it recognized her position on the floor beside her bed. She shook her head and sat up to stand before getting into the bed again and stopped, in her place was a black and white collie genome. Tiffany scowled at the dog that had tossed her out of her own bed, she was about to pull her out of the bed as was done to her when she saw how she had cuddled to Jake, and Jake holding her back, with his muzzle in her fur. Tiffany sighed and decided to push the couple over with a few dirty looks from both and tried to get to sleep,. But every tail twitch and squirm the dogs made had her thinking she would be on the floor soon.

She got up the next morning still weary. She looked at the two dogs and sighed thinking about the last night. She took a shower and had cereal before the two dogs wandered in and out the house to work. She sighed and walked by Fridays' room. The bed was for a single dog to lay on. Perhaps she should get another or a bigger one so that Jake and his new interest could sleep together without dumping her on the floor in the middle of the night.

Tiffany got dressed and took her whistle with her out the door. She whistled for the dogs and headed for her truck. Both dogs showed up at the same time with tails wagging. "Yes?" Jake asked to his mistress as she sat in the truck with the door open.

"We're gonna go and get you two a new bed and some things maybe." Friday was already in the truck with the window down by the time Tiffany was finished talking. Jake chuckled and got into the truck.

* * * * *

Friday Looked in awe and wonder at the place Tiffany had brought her. It smelled of so many dogs and food and new strange things. She trotted off in a distinctly feminine way, the first thing that she had done that had looked close to human since Tiffany knew her.

Jake prevented the exited collie from tearing into a box of generic dog treats. She gave him a dirty look and barred her teeth at him until he swatted her half fold ears and gave a snarl then lowered his lips and spoke. "We cannot just eat things here, Tiffany has to buy them, and if you break things here she will have to pay for them."

Friday tilted her head and reached slowly for the treats again.

"Okay,. Simply put if you break into anything here, I will bite you until you are back in the car. Then you will be punished by Tiffany too."

Friday doubted the Human had the nerve to punish her but she knew Jake would defend the human and he would bite her for disobeying so she gave up on breaking in the treats and took the bag slowly from Jake and held it close to her breast. Jake shrugged convinced she may not steal them but maybe she would ask Tiffany.

The three of them wandered the store, Tiffany looking at the beds as Jake trailed Friday assuring she did not try to break into anything. Instead she was loading her arms with items. A huge smoked cows bone, more treats,. A hard rubber puzzle and a squeaky bone she kept in her mouth and was the bane of the store as she chewed on it and made it constantly squeak. But it was a lot easier tracking her down as she cruised the isles and if she was squeaking, then she was not eating.

Jake felt something was wrong when there was no longer the constant squeaking he had to ignore. Concerned he searched the isles until he found the collie sitting on the floor, she was running a brush she found through her thick fur. She was a little clumsy but she had the basic idea down. She spun on her rump and handed the brush to Jake as he approached gesturing that she wanted brushed. Jake smiled and sat down as Friday laid her head on his thigh and closed her eyes in anticipation. She inhaled and sighed deeply as the bristles went deep into her fur and stroked with the grain. She wagged her tail and stretched once as she was being brushed out. She was also beginning to fill the brush with shed fur as he brushed. He cleaned it out several times before Tiffany found them. she was about to complain about the huge ball of black fur on the floor when she realized how Friday was acting. She was blissfully still, even the very features on her face where not the worried sardonic expression she was known to have on her muzzle. Instead she looked like a blissful dog, a pet that was loved and content. Tiffany just stood there until Jake caught her scent and looked over and smiled. She pointed at Friday and looked amazed. Jake smiled and whispered, "She found something she likes more than stealing and being a pain in the ass."

Friday looked up with her usual rueful expression as she heard "pain in the ass" and snorted softly before burying her nose into the space between Jakes belly and prepuce and relaxed again enjoying the scent of her friend as he brushed her. Tiffany smiled and rubbed her dogs' head, "well if you two are ready to go I have the new bed and going to check out.

Constant squeaking heralded the way of the trio all the way to the cashier where she had to relent her toy to identify it and put a price to it then she heralded the way to the truck and then home and into the house. Tiffany was amazed that Friday could tolerate much less enjoy the squeaky toy as she had for that long and it seemed a bit longer before she would tire from it so to break the monotony she offered them both a large hard cookie which thankfully took up Fridays interest more than squeaking the toy for about ten minuets, then it became an outside toy that Friday used to torment the chickens.

Mr. Athens looked to his daughter as Friday ran around the coop squeaking the toy at them. "What is with her and those chickens?"

Tiffany shrugged. "I have no clue, but she is going to make them stop laying again if she keeps going," she took a deep breath and yelled "Friday! Show the sheep your new toy!"

Friday sat up and stood up looking at the sheep pastures and bolted off again on all fours to herd sheep with the squeak toy as her bark.

Mr. Athens laughed and smiled at his daughter and gave her a one armed hug. "Well I guess you have finally gotten some small form of communication with her."

Tiffany looked at her father, "she's dumb not deaf dad."

"No, I mean she is not ignoring you like you don't exist anymore."

Tiffany sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well Jake knocked her up so she's been a bit more,.. handleable."

Mr. Athens lifted his eyebrows and nodded, Good going Jake, about time you let that poor boy get some."

Tiffany elbowed her dad in the ribs.

He winced a bit and laughed, "it's okay girl, I was just saying he might have resorted to cross pollinating the ewes soon."

Tiffany elbowed him again.

"Okay, okay," he said and pulled her in his one armed hug again, "Have you taken her to the vet yet?"

Tiffany shook her head, "no, the appointment is Tuesday next week."

Mr. Athens nodded, "so what are you going to do with a breeding pair of collies? Have you thought if you are going to sell their pup or what?"

Tiffany froze, she never thought about selling the pup that Friday and Jake made, it was a thought that never crossed her mind.

"You need to think about it, every time they have a pup, we pay for it, and we really don't need a bunch of dogs running around the place without a job. And you know as well as anyone, not all dogs make it as shepherds."

Tiffany sat in silence, feeling her heart sink. She wanted to keep Fridays' pup but Friday was young and could breed every year. Or maybe she would be one of the biyearly breeders. She had to think about birth control now, she saved Jake from a breeding facility, and Friday was obviously a product of someone who did no prior checking. She hugged to her father even thought he put this horror in her head. What was she going to do with any pup they made? She knew humanity and did not have a favorable opinion of it. But the real fact of the matter was that she was thrust into a role she did not want at all, one that was fine by society but her own moral standing conflicted with her mind with that simple question. She sighed and let her shoulders sag a bit. She had six months to figure out what to do until then she would watch Friday and Jake, maybe they will understand, after all, humans had been giving away and selling puppies for millennia. She slipped from her father and smiled to him, "I'll figure it out." She knew she had to sooner or later.

* * * * *

Friday happily tormented the sheep with her new squeaky bone with her new mate close by barking and herding, him awtching Friday have fun with her new toy. The dogs played and for the first time, Friday just played with Jake, leaping over him in her acrobatics and running in circles he was supposed to catch her in. she squirmed cutely under him and squeaked her bone at him playfully before dropping it and having a playful muzzle duel with him, and he won, and she did not contest it, she was just happy to have him, her friend and mate, just like Berry. She smiled at the thought of having a family, and her reflection in Jakes ice blue eyes showed her laughing smile. After a few hours of tormenting sheep the duo let them graze freely as they went to the main house and inside to get a cool drink of water and let Friday show off her new toy and let Mrs. Athens pet her belly and tell her how good a mother she was going to have to be.

Friday walked off to the sitting room and saw Mr. Athens in his chair reading a paper. She slowly crept up to him on all fours and laid her head between his leg and the padded chair arm. She wiggled a little and wagged her tail softly over the rug.

"What do you want?" Mr. Athens said with a rare but bright smile. Fridays' tail wagged furiously as she nuzzled his leg and rested her chin on his thigh as he scritched between her ears. She kept crawling up the chair until her paws rested on the seat and she was having her back and neck scritched. She then climbed completely into the chair and sat in Mr. Athens lap and laid over the two padded arms of the chair as she got her slightly swollen belly scritched and petted.

Tiffany walked into her parents' house and looked about. She saw her father in the chair with Friday, he had his arms resting on her belly reading the paper as the dog slept contently in the awkward looking position comfortably. Tiffany gawked at her father in disbelief. This dog was the bane of her existence and worse than that, was proving her father was a better trainer than her. She always prided herself on her way with animals and could not understand the failure on her part. She let her shoulders slump as her father looked up from the newspaper. "You want this?" he said pointing down at Fridays' navel

"No," Tiffany muttered unhappily and walked off as Mr. Athens petted the sleeping dogs' belly before going back to his paper.

Tiffany wandered over to her own dog and smiled at his bright blue eyes as they met. He wagged his tail and she hugged him tightly like she had missed him, but he was not going to complain. He loved her and was always happy to have her attention. She pet his ears and neck before walking to the table to sit in a chair there, him following.

"What have I done wrong Jake?" she looked back until Jake came up beside her. "I try my damndist to help her but I get nowhere and nothing Jake" she sighed dourly.

"Tiffany, Friday," he thought about how she acted and treated others and then her change to him. "is the most complex," he searched for a word "being I know, she goes from sociopath to lover in the same blink. I think she wants to see how long it takes to reach our dark side, and she has seen your father, he keeps his on the surface, and me, "he held his head down and wrung his paws together "she found my dark side, but she has not seen your dark side." He looked up to his mistress not sure how she would take this coming from her rapist dog, "I think she is still scared of you because she does not know what you will do in your hate, when she finally reaches your dark side."

"But I slapped her, I was going to throttle you and she saw it all."

Jake shook his head, "no, I mean rage, your father keeps a familiar attitude to her that animals serve humans and useless animals die, she learned while dense, I can be coaxed to horrible violence," he looked at Tiffany with fear in his eyes, "I think she will keep going until she sees your true dark side."

Tiffany bit her lip, she had never seen her dark side, or how would Friday torment her? She got up and walked over to see the collie sleeping soundly and happily on her fathers lap, looking as docile as any dog, nothing to clue anyone in to the mind in the canine skull.

* * * * *

Tiffany sat on the couch with both dogs at the end of the day. Friday abandoned the squeak toy to be brushed. Tiffany ran the brush spines through the collies fur, the basket of pulled fur was full but she had gotten most of the shed fur out the undercoat but just idly stroked the dog that was so recently untouchable. She could not believe this black and white ball of fury would be a mother. She thought about Friday whelping a pup, and then have it nurse from her, Friday and Jake playing with the pup and Tiffany was hit with a pang of envy. How could such a dog, live such a life, do the things she has done, become a mother, what kind of mother would the psychotic dog become. She now thought that maybe it would be best to sell the pup once it was weaned and walking. Friday would probably be a terrible mother. She looked over to Jake and sighed thinking of his reaction to her selling his pup. He was taught family values, and with Fridays' accepting any horrible thing humanity dished out as normal, Jake would not take it so easy. This was not going to be an easy decision. But she had a farm to run and make decisions based on what was best for the farm, and she made one mistake in Friday already.

On that note Tiffany picked up Friday and carried her to her room and put her in her foam bed, Jake following and cuddling to his mate. Tiffany chuckled, males always chose the worst mates. She sighed as she felt a bit of jealousy eat at her. Friday proved her father right and too the favor of her dog, who was also a father. She looked in the bathroom mirror at herself, an honest look and sighed. She deserved a boyfriend. She let this ranch take so much of her life. She never really thought about marriage or seriously getting a boyfriend until Friday came along.

Depressed Tiffany laid in her bed and tried to sleep, but it felt wrong without Jake to curl against. Jake had always been there to comfort her when she was lonely, but now,. Now he had his own and a mate at that.

The loneliness made her crave company more, and she could not sleep. She wished Jake would come back, but he never did. After hours of tossing and turning she gave up and grabbed her pillow and comforter and went to the dogs room.

She laid down behind Jake who held Friday. The dogs regarded her in a sleepy look and kept on sleeping as Tiffany joined them in their bed.

Tiffany woke up nuzzled to her dog who was nuzzled to Friday. She sighed as she saw how close the two had become in such a short time, she felt like an outsider now, the one person without the acceptance of Friday, and she was the one trying the most. She got up without disturbing the dogs and took a shower and was dressed for work when Friday came into the kitchen with Tiffany. She swore the collie looked smug and petted her belly teasing her. Tiffany pretended to ignore it and instead fixed eggs and ham enough for all three. Friday had no problems downing hers and was ready to go as the other two were still chatting over half their meal.

Friday was annoyed but if she had a voice she supposed she would use it to talk to them as well. But all she had for proxy was the squeak bone. She looked about impatiently and just left the two to prattle on as she herded the sheep to pasture.

* * * * *

"I want to learn sign language." Jake said out of the blue making Tiffany look at him curiously.

"What? Do you think you can learn sign language?" she asked knowing he wanted a way to understand Friday other than playing charades.

Jake nodded, "if she can learn it why can't I?"

Tiffany chewed on her cheek a bit then shrugged, "sure, I'll ask Andrew if you want but no guarantees and I ain't paying for it either."

Jake shrugged and accepted, because honestly what choice did he have? He smiled and licked Tiffany over her face and she smiled to him. "You are a charmer."

Jake smiled and wagged his tail happily. "When do you think he could come over?

"I'll let you know later, I have to call and find out Jake." She said a bit annoyed.

Jake nodded meekly and walked off toward the door to help Friday with the sheep, or save the sheep from Fridays' squeaky bone. Tiffany sighed, she had been feeling a bit on edge since Friday and Jake started getting along so well. Jake and Friday were mates now, they where breeding and here she was twenty five and had not really even thought about marriage or even a boyfriend, she had always been happy with Jake, but now Jake was preoccupied with his mate and she was alone again.

Tiffany went to her computer and began to do something she never did before, look at Personal sites.