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„Boring!"

Amy dangled her legs from the sofa, kicking air. As nobody seemed to hear the little border collie girl's plight, she inquired louder:

"Boooring!"

Still, nothing changed. Her pet husky Dash was dozing off on the far end of the couch, his legs stretched in unusual angles. Through the living room window she could see her mother, clad in her green rubber gloves and coverall, weeding the garden. With a heavy sigh of juvenile torment, Amy hopped off the couch and opened the porch door, leaning out to call for her mother.

"Mooom! I'm booored!"

The border collie woman raised hear head, brushing a few strands of curly hair out of her face that had escaped her bun. "What's wrong, Sweety?"

"I'm booored", the little girl groaned, letting her cheek rest against the door frame and her arms dangle down limply.

"I'm terribly sorry", her mother replied in that mock-caring tone only adults managed to do. "Isn't there aaanything you could do?"

"No ..."

"You could help me here in the garden."

"No!"

The woman giggled softly. "How about your brother? Isn't he around?"

"He's in his room and playing video games and gets all grumpy and weird when I want to play ..."

He had in deed been acting a little strange lately, sometimes getting angry for no reason, sometimes getting all hot-eared and embarrassed. Maybe it was since the day she had shown him a Doggiehug?

"Leave him be for a while, boys can be like that when they grow up", her mother advised. "Isn't something on TV?"

"No", Amy sighed.

"Nothing? I highly doubt that all channels went out of commission in the last couple of minutes."

"No, but everything on TV's boring, too!"

"Well, you could always play with Dash."

"But he's sleeping", she glanced back to the dog rolling around on the sofa. "And he looks much too cute and goofy to wake up!"

"Hasn't stopped you before", her mother replied. "Come on, Sweety, he can use the exercise. And you can use something fun to do."

"Okaaay ..." the little girl gave in and trotted back to the couch. Seeing her pet sprawled on his back, his legs spread for anyone to see, made a little naughty grin cross her muzzle. Placing one hand on his belly and the other on his prominent boy parts, she rubbed him quickly.

"Surprise!"

The husky woke up with a startled grunt, rolling around and nearly falling from the sofa, kicking his legs in the air. He needed a moment to sort himself out, before he slid from the cushions and came to stand on all fours, shaking himself and giving his flank and his member a few nips with his teeth.

"Did you dream of Doggiehugs?" Amy grinned at him. "Mom said we should play, so ... what do you wanna play?"

She turned to pick up one of his chewing toys, a squeaky rubber bone. At the sound, Dash's ears perked up and he raised his head in attention.

"Oh, you wanna play with your bone?" she said and waved it in front of him. The dog followed the squeaky toy with his whole head, his tail wagging from side to side. "Fetch!"

When the toy flew, he continued to look after it. Only after it landed, he set into motion and trotted over to pick it up and carry it back.

"Uugh", Amy groaned. "You're sooo lazy, Dash. Why are you so lazy? You're a husky."

She waited for him to bring the toy back, before she patted him on the head. "Good boy", she praised him nonetheless. But he didn't let go. Instead, once she tried to take the bone from him, he pulled against her.

"Oh!" her ears perked up. "You wanna play tug? Can do that, too!"

"Arrhrh!" the dog agreed. Both pulled hard, but the husky's teeth gripped harder than the girl's fingers, so the toy slipped from her grasp and she bounced back on her butt.

"Ouch! No fair! You can use your teeth! Come back here!"

Rubbing her tail she crawled towards him on hands and knees, chasing him until she managed to bite the other end of the bone. With playful growls the two of them locked horns, until the husky let his little master win.

"Goompf! I win!" she proclaimed, rolling on her back and clutching her prize. But only a moment later Dash was all over her, bathing her in licks and playful bites, trying to snatch his chewing toy back.

"Ghihihi!" she giggled. "Nooo! It's mine now!"

Hastily she pressed the bone against her chest so he wouldn't get it, but when he was about to dig his nose under her arms, she quickly shoved it under her skirt and pressed her legs together, and curled her tail up to protect it.

Dash was taken aback for a moment, but he wasn't about to just give up, so he tried again to nose his way in, this time under the hem of her skirt.

Amy bit her lip when she felt his warm breath and cool nose and his little whiskers tickle her thighs. She felt an unfamiliar warmth build up between her legs and an excited tingling crawl across her sensitive skin.

"Nuh-uh!" she shook her head. "You have to try harder if you want it back!"

He didn't disappoint. Very careful not to hurt his little master he gripped the end of the bone with his front teeth, then he pulled back and tugged at the toy, first lightly, then harder and harder. Amy felt the rubber grind against her panties and her sensitive flesh beneath, and she felt that she was beginning to sweat from the exertion ... no, it wasn't sweat, but her panties were definitely getting wetter.

"Mmh ... nngh ... harder!"

The more the husky pulled, the more she pressed down and enjoyed the rubbing at her crotch. But just when she closed her eyes and had the feeling of something building up, of something coming, her grip wavered and Dash pulled the bone free.

"Ngah! No!" she gasped, rubbing her legs together at the sudden loss of her feeling. Dash was carrying his toy away triumphantly, so she quickly scrambled to all fours and followed, grabbing the bone. "Give it back!"

At the command, Dash let go of the toy. Expectantly he sat before his little master who rolled onto her back, his tail wagging from side to side. Instead of waiting for a treat or another game, though, he noticed a curious smell between her legs, so his nose went to investigate. Diving under her skirt and nuzzling up her legs he soon found the source of the smell, drawing an exploratory lick over the little damp patch.

Amy shivered and froze at the intimate touch. She hadn't expected it to feel that good and exciting. She knew it felt nice to rub herself a little, but now there was more. Now it reminded her of a Doggiehug. That feeling that hurt at first, but then it was like an explosion and afterwards she felt all tingly and funny and hot. The feeling that Dash had made her when he put his willy inside her.

She hastily scampered away, but only to sit up and pet her dog on the head. "Gooood boy", she smiled at him and he wagged, though he tilted his head curiously. "Arruh?" he seemed to ask her.

"You still wanna play, right Dash?" She shivered a little as naughty thoughts crossed her mind. "I ... I wanna play, too."

Pulling up her skirt and her panties aside, she spread her legs before the dog, pressing the rubber bone back against her exposed crotch, rubbing slowly. Dash watched her, before his head dipped down and his tongue lapped at her fingers and folds, his teeth nipping carefully at the chewy toy.

Amy's whole body shivered. This felt so exciting! But when Dash had given her a Doggiehug, he had not just rubbed her, he had put it inside her. So, taking a deep breath, she pressed the toy against her tender lips ... and they parted!

"Hhhooo", she muttered breathlessly at the strange, but extremely nice feeling. She didn't know how deep she was down there or that anything could go in at all, but lubricated from saliva and her own wetness the rubber toy went smoothly in, sounding a little drawn-out squeak as it was squeezed. She giggled overly excited, but that giggle soon turned to little gasps of pleasure when Dash nudged and pulled the toy, pushing it around inside her.

"Ooh! Haah, Dash! Ghihihi ..."

She wanted to try even more, so she closed her eyes and slowly pushed further. The toy spread her passage and sank in deeper and deeper, right where Dash went before with his thrusts. It felt strange, but so funny and tingly and nice and her insides were growing so hot that she thought she would ...

"Hey Sweety."

"GEEP!"

With a sudden squeal and an equally high pitched squeak from the toy, her hands and legs clamped down hard. It went right in! She couldn't feel it in her fingers, but she felt it pressed firmly inside her, terribly big and full and stretched.

"Having fun?" her mother asked. She had walked in behind her, pulling off her working gloves and closing the porch door.

"MHM!" Amy bit her lip till it hurt and pressed down her skirt. Mommy mustn't know what she did!

"Just going to grab a glass of water", her mother told her and passed behind her, headed for the kitchen. "It's getting really hot outside when you're working, I can tell you!"

Amy couldn't care less about how hot it was outside, right now she was burning hotter inside than ever before. She thought she'd melt down any second and didn't dare move a muscle.

Her Mother stopped and turned to her. "Is everything alright, dear?" she asked, a little worried. "You look awfully cramped. Did Dash hurt you?"

"NO!" the girl answered about twice as loud and high-pitched as she intended to. "Ah, ah ... no, Dash didn't do anything wrong!"

She glanced down as the husky still tried to get his muzzle under her skirt, even digging with his paws to try and get the bothersome fabric out of the way. Her mother frowned.

"Leave it!" she commanded the dog and he sat, looking up expectantly. "Come here." Amy breathed a sigh of relief as the husky trotted over to her mother's side and let her scritch his ear.

"If he's making you uncomfortable, you can just go play something else, you know", her mother advised, a concerned but friendly look on her face.

Amy nodded, then shook her head, then simply said: "Okay." She put on her best innocent smile.

Her mother examined her for a moment longer, but then she smiled back. "You should drink something, too, Sweety", she advised as she turned to the kitchen.

Immediately Amy's hand went under her skirt and felt for the vanished toy. It was there, right between her lips, stretching them apart wide enough that she could feel the rubber in between. But she couldn't pull it out and she couldn't push it deeper to grab it. It was stuck!

She rose to her feet, but she immediately regretted the decision. The bone pressed uncomfortably on her insides and when it was squeezed by the movements of her body, it produced a loud squeaking noise.

Both her mother and her dog turned around to her. She cringed.

"Did you say something?"

Amy violently shook her head and just tried to remain still. Then she had an idea. She pressed her legs together and clutched her crotch with both hands, covering the toy's squeak with a little squeal of her own.

"I have to pee!"

"Oh goodness, then go already!" her mother told her. "Nobody is forcing you to play with Dash if your bladder is troubling you."

Without waiting another second the girl darted off. On wobbly legs she climbed the stairs, each step causing a suspicious squeak between her legs that she tried to drown out with loud and urgent humming. "Hm! Hm! Hm! Hm!"

Her mother watched her and shook her head. "Come here, Dash", Amy heard her say downstairs. "Where's that squeaky toy of yours? Did you hide it somewhere? Go, fetch."

Panicking, Amy reached the top of the stairs and went straight for the door - not the bathroom, but instead her brother's room. She slammed it shut behind her.

"Heeelp!" she whined.

Toby was sitting on the floor before his own little old TV set and game console. The teenage boy blinked at his sister bursting into his room, staring in surprise for several long moments, before his attention was drawn back to his video screen by an enemy attack. "Ack! Not now, Amy!"

"But I need heeelp!" Amy whined louder. "It's stuuhuuck!"

"What's stuck?" Toby asked, focusing very hard on the screen and wrestling with his controller.

"Dash's bone!"

"Wha...? What?!" This time, the game couldn't keep his attention. "Dash got his 'bone' stuck? Where?"

"In meee!"

"He stuck it in you? I mean, uh, again? He gave you a Doggiehug?"

She shook her head. "I ... I did it myself", she admitted sheepishly.

"You ... what? But ... if he got stuck, where is he now?"

"It's still stuck!" she replied, pressing her lips together angrily at her brother who simply didn't seem to understand how embarrassing all that was. She grabbed her skirt with one hand, her panties with the other, and pulled them apart so he could see her predicament for himself.

Toby was lost for words. A whole minute he just sat there and stared open-mouthed, his game character getting slain mercilessly. When Amy finally began to shake nervously and pressed her legs together, he was shaken from his stupor by the sad little squeak they toy between her legs made.

"What's ... that?"

"Dash's bone", she replied, barely resisting the urge to add an indignant "duh".

"How", he gulped heavily, "how did this happen?"

She let her skirt down again, but kept the hem, kneading it with her fingers and chewing on her lip.

"I was playing with Dash and I ... err ... he ... uhm ... rubbed his bone on my panties and it felt good, but then he pulled it away ..." She took a deep breath to go on. "So I got it back and put it inside me like when he gave me a Doggiehug cause I wanted to know how that feels, but then Mommy came inside and I got scared and suddenly it was gone and it was stuck in me and it feels so ... guuh ...!"

She sank down to her knees, flinching when the toy was pressed harder against her insides by her shifting thighs. A violent shiver ran through her whole body.

"You, uhm, you put that whole toy inside?" Toby asked incredulously. "The whole rubber bone?"

When she nodded, he whistled appreciatively. "Wow ... I mean, I didn't think something like that would fit ... I mean, that you'd even do ... errm ..." He scratched uncomfortably behind his ears.

"I want to get it out!" she reminded him.

"Right! So ... did ... Mommy see you do that?"

She slowly shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Okay. And does it hurt?"

"A little", she nodded.

"Okay. Well, uhm ... let's see ... come here."

He pulled a pillow from his bed so she could lean against the bed frame, wiggling out of her pants and spreading her legs on the carpet. Carefully he examined the thing poking out from her vagina, visibly stretching the lips and the flesh behind them a little.

Biting his tongue and steadying his breath, his fingertips explored the outline of her lips and traced the bulge of the rubber toy up until somewhere below her belly button. His touch made her gasp and whine a little, but she fought it back, her body struggling to contain spasmic shivers.

"Okay, I'm gonna try and ..."

"Ow!"

His fingers stopped. Spreading her lips around the head of the toy wouldn't work without hurting her. Maybe if he pushed inside and loosened it a little first?

"Guuuh ... gah!"

Her legs twitching and her body clenching down harder when the toy pressed her walls deep inside of her was proof enough that plan wouldn't work.

"I'll try and turn it a little, maybe if we can get it aligned with your, uhm, slit ... you know."

She was clenching her teeth hard and panting short and shallow, her body burning hotter each time he tried a different approach. She could feel he was gentle, but her limits were already strained and her skin oversensitive. Each movement and turn inside her felt like it was pressing directly on her stomach and on her nerves, making her dizzy and a little nauseous.

"How did you even get that inside?" Toby asked, scratching his head.

"I don't know!" she whined. "At first it was just a little and then a little more and then ... hic!"

She clasped her muzzle at the nervous hickup, underlined by another embarrassing squeak down south.

"It's okay", her brother assured her. "It's, uhm ... err ... I think we need help."

The girl's eyes widened. "Don't tell Mommy!" she pleaded. "She doesn't like Doggiehugs and I don't wanna get in trouble!"

"It's okay!" he calmed her down. "I won't tell Mommy, promise." He got up with a smile and turned to the door, opening it just enough to call downstairs.

"Dash! Come, boy!"

They waited a moment, before they heard the clitter-clatter of claws on the stairs, then the husky appeared on their doorstep. Toby ruffled his fur between his ears. "Good boy! Come in!"

He opened the door for the dog and let him in, closing it right behind him. The husky curiously turned his head and was already sniffing towards Amy's crotch, before his little masters had to say anything.

"You helped her get that in, didn't you?" Toby asked. "Now you gotta help get it out."

Amy eyed the dog nosing between her legs and shivered at his cool touch. "How's he gonna ...?" she asked, but her brother shut her up and sat down beside her.

"We have to ease it out", he told her, "so we have to get you more, uhm, wet. And, you know ... I think Dash is best at that."

They shared a nervous grin before Toby put his arm around his sister to hold her steady, his other hand softly patting her cooch. "Here, Dash", he commanded the dog gently, "that's yours, see? Fetch."

The husky didn't need any further encouragement. He went to work carefully, but eagerly, the smell and taste of his little mistress making this game especially exciting and rewarding. His tongue brushed over her outer folds, making her quiver and clench, and then it even went deeper inside, between rubber and flesh, when he lightly nudged the toy to grab it with his teeth.

Amy clawed and pressed against her brother's chest as control over her body was taken away from her. She tried to be strong, to be brave, but she shivered all over, all the tension holding her incredibly on edge. She bit her lip, but she couldn't help but moan and gasp when Dash's tongue caressed her lovingly and untiringly, her insides filled to the brim, pushing and shifting with each touch.

And finally, it hit her. An explosion of heat inside her, like liquid fireworks, and she felt her whole body spasm, clenching down even harder on that thick rubber thing inside her with rhythmic pulses of her racing heart, as if it wanted to milk the toy, hold it, and never let it go. It hurt, but it hurt good, everything was just burning hot and spinning around her, and she felt like she could melt away and pass out any moment.

"... mnnngghHAAAAHMF!"

She suppressed a scream by burying her muzzle in her brother's embrace. Another desperate scream escaped her throat when her body loosened up enough for the toy to slip out a little, and a third one right after when Dash gripped the bone with his teeth and yanked it free.

At last, she was able to relax. The sudden feeling of emptiness left her body confused, like it wanted to be filled, but it helped to calm her nerves and her nethers down from the storm that had been raging inside her.

Toby ruffled her hair, gently scratching behind her ears and planting a brotherly kiss on her head. "It's over", he told her, "it's out. Everything's okay now, you'll be fine."

"Mhmm", she sighed. Suddenly, she squeezed him hard around his middle, enough to draw a stifled gasp from him, then she let herself slump down on his lap, her muzzle resting right on top of that bulge in his crotch.

"Youw're sha besht brothr in sha world ..." she mumbled, closing her eyes. Behind her, Dash was chewing happily on his bone, licking it clean from the tasty juices clinging to it. But she just wanted to lie here for a moment, held by her brother.

She had to thank him for helping her once she regained her strength, she thought to herself. Unconsciously, she licked her muzzle. She had to thank him really, really much.

~~~~~

"Ahhh", the border collie woman downstairs sighed as she finished another glass of water.

Her ears perked up when she heard that squeaky noise again from upstairs. Dash must have left that chewy toy of his up there. Or the kids had taken it with them while playing.

"At least they're having fun together", she muttered to herself. She was happy when her son came out of his shell once in a while and took care of his little sister and the family dog instead of playing his video games. But she wasn't about to force it onto him, she knew how fickle teenagers could be. She smiled warmly. After all, she had been one herself once.

Before she went back to her garden work, though, she took a mental note to remind her daughter of proper behavior in the bathroom. She hadn't heard her flush the toilet.