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Eric pulled into the long, gravel driveway, singing along to Lady Gaga's “Bad Romance" as he did. The sky was overcast but still bright, the air warm and pleasant as it flowed through his open windows and through his uneven, fancifully dyed aqua hair. That fit his mood for today as well, both warm and pleasant. This weekend would be quiet and peaceful, like most weekends for him, but the country scenery was a good change for the overworked tech support worker. He took a sip of his white chocolate mocha and turned right towards the old colonial house where he'd be spending his weekend. He checked his Twitter feed as the song wound down, then turned off the engine and walked up to the front door carrying a backpack with just the clothes and toiletries he'd need to get him through the weekend. He was excited and a little proud that Christine had asked him for a favor to repay her for helping him move last year. Eric turned the knob and opened the door, greeted by the scent of pine from a candle in the living room and a dark, cozy atmosphere.

“Hello? Christine?"

“Hey, Eric! Come on in. John and I are just packing some things last minute."

The sound came from the basement, and there was more than a little frustration behind its cheery surface. Eric shut the door behind him and walked down to the finished basement. A door connecting to the garage was open, and Eric heard a few tired grunts coming from the other side. Eric dropped his backpack near the leather couch and looked through the door. Christine, ever the taskmaster, was tapping her foot impatiently as John loaded armor and boffer weapons into the trunk. When she saw Eric, she walked toward him with an almost regal presence and gave him a charming smile and a polite hug. John lifted the last cuirass into the car, slammed the trunk, and gave a tired wave as he walked over to the driver's seat to rest for a minute.

“Thanks for doing this for us. John and I have needed a vacation for so long, and we couldn't do it without you."

“My pleasure. It's what friends do, isn't it? Where is the little rascal, anyway?"

“Up in our guest bedroom. I should warn you that she's not so little… But she's such a sweetheart, no trouble at all. You're just here to feed her and watch her in case something happens."

“She'll be fine, don't worry. Can I go meet her?"

“Of course. John-John, start the car. We're leaving in a couple minutes."

Christine led Eric upstairs and down a hallway. He could hear whimpering and clawing from the other side of a door to their right. The whimpering was deep and gruff, but it still sounded worried. Christine opened the door and bent down to pet a massive Rottweiler, who was licking her face and whining with joy.

“Hey, there, Boo-Boo. Did you miss me, girl? Who's a good girl? Give mommy kisses. Oh, I know, you were in there forever."

Eric giggled quietly at the nickname. “Boo-Boo?"

“Short for Boudica, the Celtic queen. And she's such a pretty queen, isn't she? Yes, she is. Yes, she is."

Eric edged closer and offered Boudica a hand, palm down. She sniffed at it tentatively, then wagged her stubby tail in greetings.

“Now, mommy and daddy are gonna go away for a little while. But you'll have your new friend Eric to keep you company. Be a good girl for him, okay, sweetie?"

Boudica whimpered a little at what sounded like bad news but seemed calm about it. Eric smiled down at her, honestly a little intimidated by her size.

“I left you a note in the kitchen explaining everything. We'll be back the morning after next. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge or on the TV. Gotta run. Have a good weekend."

Christine gave Eric a small kiss on the cheek and ran past him down the stairs. Eric heard their car pull out into the driveway and away from the house, leaving Boudica and Eric in the hallway. Eric smiled down at the Rottweiler awkwardly. He turned back toward the kitchen to get a look at that note, in case there was anything special about the way Christine wanted her dog taken care off. Boudica followed softly behind him, curious about the new person. In elaborate cursive, the note read:

Eric,

A couple reminders. Obviously, Boo-Boo needs to be taken out on walks to do her business. Her leash is hanging up by the door. She'll be happy doing that as much as you want, but at least twice a day would be good to avoid problems. If she gets dirty, I expect you to clean her up in the tub and clean up the house after her. Her food is in the pantry in a sealed bag; 2 cups in the morning, 2 cups at dinnertime. The fridge has leftovers ready for you to heat up. Boo-Boos bed is in the living room. At night, when you want her to go to bed, turn on her radio nearby; the noise helps her sleep.

Thanks again,

Christine

His job here would be simple and would leave him a lot of time to binge watch something on Netflix. But there would be plenty of time for that later; he wanted to get outside while it was still nice, and he thought Boudica would appreciate it too after being cooped up in a little room for a while. He looked down at Boudica and slapped his thighs in a playful, excited way.

“Hey, girl, wanna go for a walk? Huh? Do you?"

Boudica rushed to the front door, wagging her stub and pointing her muzzle up at her leashing hanging on a hook on the back of the door. She knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it. Eric unhooked the leashed from the door, clipped it to her collar, and stuck his arm through the loop on the other end. Then he opened the door for Boudica and struggled to stay on his feet as she pulled him out toward the nearby woods. He tried to keep up with her, but between his small frame and her enthusiasm it was hard enough to even stay standing.

When they reached the tree-line, Boudica slowed herself down, sniffing at the bases of the trees as she twisted herself and the leash around them. Eric waited for her to relieve herself, wondering what she found interesting about all these individual trees that looked like ordinary, boring woods to him. As she squatted down and urinated near a small pile of leaves, he felt a little relieved himself that they could finally go inside. As he was about to tell Boudica to get in the house, she tensed up and stared into the distance. Squinting his eyes to see what she smelled, he spotted a small rabbit frozen in fear in the grass ahead of them. Boudica growled softly as Eric panicked and tried to think of something to stop her from chasing it down. He cleared his throat and gave her a command in the sternest voice he could muster.

“Boudica… no… leave it."

The next thing he felt was a sharp tug on his right arm as Boudica bolted forward, dragging him through the grass headfirst as she ran. He tried digging into the ground with his free hand and his feet, but for all the good it did they may as well have been covered in Astroglide. The rabbit hopped over to its den and ducked inside as its hunter closed the distance between them, splashing through a mud puddle on the way. Eric saw the puddle coming for a fraction of a second before his torso dipped into it, drenching him in muddy water. He skidded to a halt as Boudica stopped to dig out the rabbit's warren.

Eric felt completely filthy, and knew he looked worse than he felt. As he got up and futilely dusted himself off, Boudica walked up to him and nuzzled his leg as if she'd just done something cute and fun. Her legs were dripping with mud, as well, which she was more than happy to rub onto Eric's already drenched pants. Christine probably spoiled her rotten. This would be one hell of a weekend.

“Did you have fun? Great. Let's get inside before you kill a turkey or something."

Boudica sauntered back towards the house, pulling Eric's tired body along as she went. The door was still wide open as they went in, tracking mud and grass through the entryway as she sat to have her leash taken off. She was polite, at least, for a terrorizer of helpless bunnies. Eric unclipped the leash and shuffled into the house like a zombie. Before anything else happened, he'd have to give her a bath before she made a mess all over the house.

“I hope you had fun, because now you're gonna pay for it. Come on. Bath time."

Eric expected her to resist and give him a hard time getting her in the tub, a task which would be impossible for him to manage alone. But astonishingly, she walked to the bathroom and into the tub of her own volition. All the better for him, Eric thought. He wandered into the bathroom after her, looking around for the dog shampoo which was set on the far side of the tub. As he grabbed the showerhead and turned on the warm water, Eric had an idea; to kill two birds with one stone, he could give her a bath and rinse himself off at the same time. He'd feel refreshed, at least, if not exactly clean.

Putting down the showerhead on the floor of the tub, Eric took off his soiled shirt over his head, then kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. His smooth chest and skinny frame were a little scuffed, but still hearty and healthy. He peeled off his wet socks, then pulled down his underwear as Boudica sniffed curiously at his nude body. He turned the showerhead toward Boudica's black and brown body, rinsing her quickly. As he squeezed some shampoo into his hand and rubbed it in her fur, Boudica sighed contentedly, evidently used to this sort of pampering. He then climbed into the tub and started rinsing himself off, letting the grime run down his torso and legs as the warm water soothed and relaxed him.

As Eric stood in the stream of water, lost in his thoughts, Boudica turned around beneath him and started sniffing at his crotch area. A small lick from Boudica startled him out of his reverie, making him realize he'd almost forgotten to rinse the shampoo off her. With a smooth motion, he rinsed off her back, paws, and head, then shut the water off. He reached for a towel from a folded pile next to the tube, but before he could reach it, Boudica shook herself off violently beneath him, tripping him to the ground. At least the bathmat broke his fall somewhat, even if it did leave him a little disoriented.

Eric dried himself off, then looked down at Boudica and decided she'd done well enough drying herself already. A rumbling in his stomach told him now might be a good time for dinner; he'd change into new clothes later, when he'd gotten Boudica to bed and she couldn't ruin his only other clean set. He walked over to the kitchen, hearing padding softly behind him. Opening the fridge, he found a few different containers of leftovers from different restaurants. After looking into and sniffing at the options, he settled on a duck taco combo platter from Chimmichurri's. Dumping the platter onto a plate and putting it in the microwave, he opened the pantry door to find Boudica some dinner of her own. Her food was high-end, by dog food standards, one he'd seen advertised on TV as all-natural and grain-free. Boudica even ate like a queen.

Grabbing Boudica's bowl from the floor by her food, Eric scooped some into it and sealed the bag, backing out of the room and closing the door. He expected Boudica to beg him for her dinner, but she was instead sitting by the microwave, which was beeping as its timer ran out. Apparently, she had other plans for her dinner.

“Boudica, no, that's mine. Yours is here. Come on, girl."

Eric placed her bowl on the floor by the kitchen table and took his plate out of the microwave as Boudica sat watching him. She continued to watch him even as he sat at the table and set his plate onto it. As he picked up one of the tacos to take his first bite, Boudica whimpered softly as she stared at him with longing eyes.

“This is mine. No begging. No. Quit it."

Boudica grabbed a leg of his chair in her teeth and gave it a swift pull. Eric lost his balance and fell off the chair, face landing in her bowl of gourmet dog food, his mouth open in shock. A kernel or two went into his mouth deep enough for him to start coughing, and while the taste was a little bland and grainy to him, he had to admit he wasn't as disgusted by it as he thought he might be. The chewing noises he heard above him must be Boudica enjoying what was going to be his dinner. He was annoyed that his dinner had been stolen, but he could hardly blame her for taking the opportunity for something better. Still, he thought, there would be no chance for him to rest and relax until she was in bed, and it looked like the best thing to do would be to send her to bed early so he could recuperate.

“That's it. You've had your fun. So, it's an early bedtime for you. Come on."

Eric went into the living room, spotting the pillowy dog bed and the speaker next to it. He turned a volume knob by the speaker, hearing white noise mixed with what sounded like various nature sounds; leaves in the wind, birdsong, dogs howling and barking in the distance. She was so spoiled, Eric felt a little jealous. The click of nails on the wooden floor behind him told him that Boudica was there. She was wagging her stub slowly and licking her lips, probably still tasting her meal.

“Well? Come to bed. Come on. What do you want, huh?"

Boudica suddenly bounded into Eric, headbutting him in the stomach and knocking him to the ground. As Eric struggled to compose himself, Boudica climbed onto his chest and started licking his face, her warm body pressed against his. Eric's limbs flailed ineffectually as he tried to get her off him, but she was too heavy and too determined to be deterred. Eric found himself getting erect despite himself, feeling her fur against his uncut cock as the blood rushed to his face in embarrassment. As Boudica felt him accidentally poking at her rump, she slowly turned around and sniffed and licked at his member, her hind legs pressing down on his chest and her rear end in his face. Eric could see her brown pussy, swollen and puffy, and realized that she might be in heat. This was getting ridiculous.

“Hey… Cut it out… Get o—"

Boudica backed up on top of him to get in a better position to lick at him, but as she did, he felt something warm and wet behind her, something very stimulating. She wanted more. She sat down on Eric's face, his shouts muffled as she pressed into him. Finding both his tongue and his nose felt wonderful back there, she began humping intensely, as Eric's eyes widened in surprise and alarm. His shouts turned to screams, then to moans, as she continued licking at his cock and humping at his face so hard he was worried his nose might break. He started getting light-headed and dizzy, as the only thing he could see was her black and brown rump pumping into him, the only thing he could taste her salty, sweet fortune cookie. As his eyes glazed over and his vision blurred, he thought how funny it was that he was nose deep in a dog's ass, just like another dog. He then stopped moving around so much as Boudica rubbed vigorously against his nose and mouth, a wave of ecstasy shooting through her as she licked up the milky white goo shooting out from his cock. After she was sure she got all of it, Boudica got up from her bed and went back to the kitchen to have the food she left there, leaving Eric curled in a fetal position in her bed listening to the sounds of nature from the speaker next to him.

The next morning, her new playmate was much more fun than he was at first. He sniffed behind her and greeted her in the morning, he played tug of war and wrestled with her in the afternoon, they licked each other and mated in the evening. They even taught each other a few tricks: she showed him how to get water from the magic bowl, and he ripped open their food bag for them to share. So, when Christine and John came into the house the following morning, they were surprised that Boudica had a new playmate ready to greet them, wagging his tail side by side with his queen.