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The Boerboel is a mastiff dog - he's also known as the South African Mastiff. He is a large dog, tall and powerful-looking, with the mastiff's typical facial structure. His coat is short and dense. And as for personality . . . they may look dangerous, but most Boerboels are gentle and friendly giants. They are very intelligent dogs, and also very loyal. Because they're such large dogs, they'll need plenty of space and exercise.

**

I read that in a book I found, in a bookstore somewhere. There were pictures, too, of course - pictures of tall, muscular dogs with short fur and long tails.

The particular, individual dog that came into my life was a tall, big dog. He wasn't chubby, or beefy, but he did have a wide chest. He looked powerful, and solid - he had strong muscles, strong legs. His short, dense, fur was a light brown color - tan, I suppose is a good way to put it. His muzzle and his big nose were all black. His jowls were meaty, thick. His eyes were surrounded by black circles, and his pupils were a dark brown color. His ears were also black, and they hung down loosely on the sides of his head. His neck was thick, and he had that wide, powerful chest I've already mentioned. His long tail had a slight curve to it, and just a bit of white, fluffy fur at the tip. His short fur had some other variations aside from the tip of his tail. His wide belly had flecks of white, and the insides of his back legs had some streaks of white. And the fur on his long sheath was a slightly lighter shade of tan.

He was a beautiful dog. He was also very smart and very friendly

He was a Boerboel type of mastiff, and his name was Chase.

**

"You named him Chase?" I asked Lucas, once, way back when we first met.

"Yeah. Why?" Lucas asked.

"Well, it's kind of . . . literal."

"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.

"Well, a dog _chases _things. He'll chase a -- a frisbee, or a stick, right? If a squirrel gets in the yard, he'll chase that, too."

"Yeah, that's true," Lucas laughed. "But I like the name."

**

Here's the thing. Lucas and I have been friends for years. We were friends all through high school. After graduation, I didn't go far - college, sure, but the local university. Same town, same friends, same old same old - more or less. And Lucas got a job. We stayed friends. And where Lucas went, Chase followed. Lucas was my best friend, and Chase and I became friends as well (as much as a man and a dog can be friends, that is).

I played with that dog a lot, over the years. I played fetch with him countless times. I rubbed his belly, scratched his chin, patted his head. I would rub the fur on his back, or his shoulders, I'd tell him he was a good boy. If Lucas left the room for more than a few minutes, I'd sneak Chase some treats.

**

Lucas never understood how his dog gradually became my dog. He knew it happened because of the spell we did, but he wasn't curious about the specific how and why of it. Lucas didn't notice the change for a while, and when he did, he was cool with it. For one thing, he recognized that we all changed because of the spell. In the old days - the "before" days - he would've reacted with anger, and possessiveness. But, after that spell, Lucas became a better person - because he was able to finally let go of all the anger that had been churning around inside him.

**

We did the spell in the summer of 1979. As we all know, that was the year demons started invading our world.

We did the spell . . . because . . . we knew what was coming. Before anyone else knew - we knew. Okay, that's only partially true. Jessie knew, and she told the rest of us. Some of us needed to be convinced, but eventually we were all on the same page.

And we did the spell because we knew we needed to be . . . stronger, or something. Jessie told us that it would make us more of our "true selves," whatever that meant. I didn't really understand, but I'd follow her anywhere - that was true then and it's true now. So I didn't voice my confusion, back then, I just went along with what Jessie told us to do.

**

Back then, back when all this happened, Jessie was the DM in our D&D sessions, and she was pretty good at it. She always started with a joke, and she was less good at that part.

"A human warrior walks into a bar," she said, once. "And loudly, arrogantly demands the finest and most expensive ale. An elf walks in, and complains about how ale used to taste better in the old days when only elves walked the land. And then a dwarf walks into the bar and says ow."

Some of the others didn't laugh, and she felt the need to explain it.

"Get it? He literally walked into the bar?"

"Dwarfs are short, yeah, but not blind," Micah said, somehow groaning and laughing at the same time. Micah liked to roll as a dwarf, usually.

**

We sat in a circle. Before we could begin, Chase suddenly came into the room. He'd been sleeping in the hall, and Lucas had been pretty sure he'd be out for a while. Instead, there he was, looking at us, no doubt wondering what the heck we were up to.

"It's okay," Jessie said. "Instead of six, there'll be seven of us. Strength in numbers, I guess."

As if responding to her voice, Chase sat down between Lucas and myself, and we made room for him in the circle.

Micah lit the candles, and Trina mixed the ingredients. Jessie took a deep breath, to calm herself, and then she recited a long, long incantation. When she finished, Trina lit the mixed ingredients on fire, and soon a hazy smoke filled the air. Jessie began telling us a story, something about people in a boat, on the ocean, searching for land. I think it was meant as a metaphor for discovering one's "true self," or something like that, but I could be wrong. Because of the smoke, and the magic, and the effect of Jessie's voice and her words, we all went into a trance.

After . . . afterwards . . . we all needed some time to process. Rex went off alone, to take a long bike ride. Jessie had said he was the spirit of our group, the energy, and he later told us that after the spell he was indeed filled with energy. Boundless, limitless energy. He needed to ride for a long, long time, and he said that he didn't think at all during the ride, he just pedaled here, there, and everywhere. Trina and Micah stretched out on the floor, meanwhile, both of them alone with their thoughts. The spell had put them in touch with some pretty heavy insights about the world, and reality, and the coming demons - all that sort of stuff. They both needed to drift off for a while.

Jessie and Lucas went off to another room, to talk. Lucas suddenly felt like he could see everything he needed to do - he felt like a path had opened up in front of him, but it was blocked by his anger. He needed to talk to Jessie about that, about his anger, about how to let go of it. And Jessie had realized that she actually could trust other people, that some people were actually worth it. More specifically, she realized she could show Lucas all the facets of her personality, not just the ones she chose to.

The two of them ended up talking for hours. It was the beginning of their relationship.

As for me . . . I was overcome with a rush of . . . love and compassion. In a generalized way. It was a general sort of love - and compassion - for everyone, people, animals. Not a friendship kind of love, or a sexual kind, or a love love . . . I just realized that I felt a sort of general, non-specific love for everyone - I wanted them to be happy, to have things work out for them.

My insight was that I'd been hiding all of that for my whole life, bottling it up, keeping it a well-guarded secret.

**

When I opened my eyes, Chase was right there, sitting next to me. Gently, he leaned forward and licked my chin, a doggy greeting.

The spell had changed Chase, subtly. He did _not _gain human intelligence, or anything like that. And he most certainly did _not _become a talking dog, like in the movies.

However . . . he was now a bit smarter, and he was now seeing the world somewhat more like a human than a dog. He was more aware of things. Plus . . . he'd always been friendly and loyal. and now his friendliness and loyalty were amped up, increased to a higher degree. Looking into his eyes, I saw a love and a compassion that sort of mirrored my own.

(Another change: his newly-increased loyalty had shifted, for some reason, from Lucas to me. I think maybe it happened because we'd always liked each other, we'd always had a bond, an affection for each other, and the spell simply made our friendship stronger. Or, who knows, maybe it happened simply because we'd been sitting next to each other in the circle.)

**

After we all came out of the trance, Micah and Trina needed to be alone with their thoughts. Rex needed to take a long, long ride on his bike. Jessie and Lucas needed only each other.

And Chase and I needed . . .

**

We went for a walk. Two friends, a human and a canine. A man and a mastiff. At one point, Chase paused at a tree and I watched, casually, as he urinated on it. We stopped at my car, so I could get a blanket and a candle, and then we went back to our walk. We eventually went into one of the empty houses nearby. Upstairs, in one of the empty bedrooms, we opened a window and moonlight flooded in. Between the streetlamp outside and the moon, we had plenty of illumination. Nevertheless, I lit the candle and placed it on the floor. I looked into Chase's eyes and I saw that we both wanted the same thing.

I was starting to realize I loved the dog as a friend. I suppose I'd always loved him, the way someone loves their pet (even though Chase had always been Lucas' pet dog, not mine). But now, in that empty house, we were starting to see each other as friends. Had that happened because of the spell? Because Chase was now more than "just" a pet? I don't know. Does the "why" matter?

Of course, at that moment, in that house, friendship wasn't the only thing we were feeling. We also needed . . . contact. Companionship. We needed to celebrate our new friendship - and each other - in a way that, well, in a way that friends normally didn't celebrate things. We both had a need - a hunger - and who knows (or cares) if the spell created it, or if it just developed naturally.

I knelt down in front of the big, wide mastiff. He was such a tall dog, so powerful. I could feel his body heat, I could feel his breath on my skin. He cocked his head and looked at me with those beautiful eyes, and I could see in those eyes how the spell had changed him. He leaned forward and licked my face and sniffed my hair. He also smelled my breath, and then he breathed into my face. He started sniffing around my chest, my stomach. I pulled off my t-shirt, and Chase eagerly inhaled the scent of my armpits - he seemed to really enjoy the smell.

Leaning in, I inhaled his aroma - I took in several deep breaths, getting the smell of the canine into my lungs, and I let those deep breaths out, slowly, oh so slowly. The way Chase smelled was heady, musky, sexy and masculine.

Things started going faster. I went from kneeling to sitting, and I made an attempt at taking off my shoes and caressing his shoulders at the same time. It wasn't easy, but eventually I succeeded. As Chase kept sniffing my pits, then my stomach and chest, then back to those pits, I stroked his wide chest and his head. I felt up the powerful muscles in his chest and legs . . . he was such a wide, powerful, strong dog, and his muscles were so well-defined and prominent. Chase shifted gears, darting out his tongue to lick my chest. He briefly licked my armpits, getting a quick taste of something that smelled so good to him. He wagged his tail to show his happiness.

The empty house was our boat, and we were both the passengers and the crew. Together, we were going to find land, somewhere.

I started rubbing the fur on his belly, and I ran my hands along his sides. Eventually, with a steady hand, I reached out and touched his sheath, lightly. I stroked it a few times, going slow and gentle, wanting to make the strokes and the pleasure last. Chase shivered with pleasure and lust. That long sheath was both alien and familiar at the same time. It was, of course, covered with short fur, so it was familiar - it didn't feel much different than the rest of him did. However, I'd never touched it before, and thus it was alien as well as familiar. Like I said, I'd known this dog for years, and I'd petted or stroked pretty much every inch of his fur, over the course of those years. But his sheath, while right out there in the open, was something I'd always considered part of his "private" parts.

But now things had changed, and now I was touching it. running fingers along the length of it, sensually stroking it . . . and then I held it in my hand. I could feel his thick penis, inside, firm and quivering.

Chase and I licked and sniffed each other for a while, I'm not sure how long. I leaned forward, at some point, and I licked his sheath, and then I sniffed around down there, because I wanted to make sure I sniffed every part of him. I sniffed his balls, drawing in the scent, and then I reached out and touched them. The dog's orbs were taut, full of cum, and large. As I held his furry balls in my hand, his penis started to emerge - the tip slid out, red and slick.

I'd seen the tip of his dick before, a few times, in the years we'd known each other - and I'd only seen it briefly, however, just briefly. It had only slid out a few times, that I knew of, and I'd never let myself stare at it, or study it the way I'd wanted to, because Lucas had always been there. And then, within seconds, poof, the tip would slide back in. If I was lucky, I'd catch a glimpse, out of the corner of my eye.

Shaking a bit with lust and heat, I leaned back and sat back down. I actually fell over while unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, and when I sat back up, Chase zoomed in on my crotch - he began sniffing it, intently, and little drops of drool fell on my exposed underwear. I tried to use just one hand to pull down my pants, so I could use the other hand to stroke his fur, somewhere, anywhere, but it wasn't possible . . . plus, I had to be careful, pulling down my jeans and underwear, because my dick was getting hard, fully hard . . . so, I raised up my butt, much as I could, and I tugged down my jeans and my now-damp underwear. Immediately, Chase began sniffing my now-throbbing cock, and then - holy shit - then he began licking me - for the first time in my life, I had a dog's tongue on my penis, and the waves of warm, wet pleasure that rose up . . . man . . . something in me was starting to wake up to the new possibilities I was suddenly aware of, and to the _reality _of what had changed and what was currently in the process of changing.

Gradually the possibility of a life beyond convention, beyond school, beyond, even, the looming threat of the demons was starting to take shape.

Most of the dog's penis slid out, then, emerging steadily into the warm night air and the moonlight. I leaned over, so I could stare at it. Lucas wasn't there, for one thing - and for another, things had changed. This wasn't the old days, the "before" days. Back in the old days, before the spell, all I could do was catch a brief glimpse of Chase's penis, as it darted out for just a second - a brief glimpse that I would have to hide, as well. But, now . . . now it was Chase and I, in that house, just the two of us together, hiding nothing from one another. He kept licking my penis, every inch of it, as I stared at his. I couldn't believe the length of it, the red color, the veins. I also couldn't wait to touch it. Eventually, I moved forward, half sitting and half leaning, so I could reach his genitals. Chase turned his head, and kept licking - only, now, his tongue was on my legs, my thighs, my stomach, and my cock. Each time that long tongue slithered up or down my shaft, I moaned in pleasure. I ran my fingers along the flesh of the tapered tip of the dog's penis, then along the veins. Holding his sheath in my hands had been amazing, and I'd felt flushed with heat and desire - and then I'd held his balls, and that, too, had been like crossing over into a new and better land. And now - now - I was going even further, touching the penis itself. Nervous and excited, I placed my hand around Chase's canine cock, I caressed it, I ran my fingers up and down the long shaft. His dog cock was thick, long, and pulsating. Again, there was the sensation of everything being both alien and familiar. I'd seen other guys' dicks, and I'd slept with a few guys (not that many, really), and, of course, I had done all sorts of things with my own penis. But now I was holding a canine cock, and it both looked and felt different, with its color and its texture. Not different in a bad way, of course . . . different in an exciting and good way.

I loved how his penis felt, in my hand, and the rush of lust running through me grew even stronger. I started running my hand up and down the shaft, almost but not quite jerking him off. Pre began dripping out of his cock, thick and pungent. Drops of it pattered down to the floor. I caught one, tasted it, held it on my tongue before swallowing it.

And then, oh my god, then the knot came out of the sheath. It was swollen, and throbbing, and big - I stared at it, amazed beyond words at the size. I wanted desperately to touch it, to hold it, to lick it, suck it . . . but for a moment all I could do was stare at it.

Chase and I were both shivering with pleasure, by that point. I leaned forward again, shifting my position until I was almost on my hands and knees, with my face near his crotch. As Chase began sniffing my ass, I ran my hand down the shaft of his long, quivering cock, and then I began caressing, stroking his balls. I fondled them, firmly, I licked and sucked on them, as I breathed in the heady aromas that were swirling around down there, so rich and musky, so sexy. Then I licked the tapered tip of his dick, swallowing more pre in the process. I put my lips around his dog dick, I took the tip, and then the shaft, into my mouth. Going slow and easy at first, I began blowing the dog . . . I got most of his canine cock inside my mouth, and I started going up and down the shaft. More pre came out, and went down my throat. Chase started humping my face, and I suddenly realized that he was very close to his orgasm - it wasn't something I knew intellectually, it was just something I felt, like an instinct (and maybe I knew because our bond was now so strong). I sat back, and Chase's long cock slipped out of my mouth. I had swallowed a good bit of his pre. Chase was panting, and shaking from lust, and his throbbing dick was slick with my saliva. A mixture of pre and spit dribbled down from the tip, and I yearned to lap it up.

Then, Chase and I both turned, to face each other, and I went from sitting to squatting. Once again, we made eye contact, and then I put my lips up against his thick muzzle. We licked each other's faces a few times, then we kissed, with a deep and intimate passion. Our tongues went deep into each other's mouths, and after a while I almost couldn't breathe - from the butterflies that were quaking my stomach, from the intense lust that made my balls thrum and throb, from the scent of Chase's lust, which made my head swim.

I stood up, somehow. I was shaking and dizzy and vibrating from lust. I found the blanket I'd pulled from my car, and I spread it on the floor.

Then I knelt down and I pulled the dog into a fierce hug. His warm fur on my sweaty skin felt amazing. I turned around and I positioned myself on my hands and knees. Chase wasted no time - immediately, he went to my ass, which he began sniffing and licking. Within seconds, his long tongue was inside me, reaching deep into my ass. I'd never felt anything like that, never had anything like that done to me.

I wanted _that dog, wanted him inside me, wanted him on top of me, wanted him in a way I'd never wanted anyone. His tongue slipped from my lubricated ass and began sliding all over my balls, which were so full they almost hurt. His saliva dripped from my hole. Chase licked my ass, then he pressed his cold nose into that licked ass as he sniffed and slobbered on my balls some more . . . I was almost ready to come right then and there, and the feel of his breath and his tongue on my balls and my dick, _god, it was beyond incredible.

And then the big dog mounted me.

His weight surprised me, though it shouldn't have. He was a tall, heavy dog, after all. The weight almost pushed me down, but it turned me on, too. It was so hot, having him on top of me. He gripped me around the hips, as he thrust forward - his dick, still coated with his pre and my saliva, bumped into my ass, then bumped into it again. Then again, and again. And then . . . the tip rushed into my ass, which, thankfully, had been well-lubed by the dog's tongue and his spit.

He's a dog, he'll go fast, too fast, _I thought, and I felt turned on and terrified at the same time. However, Chase went slower than I expected - at first, anyway. He got an inch or two into my ass, and my hole throbbed and expanded. It hurt a little, but the pleasure - man, the rush of intense pleasure I felt when that slick dog cock popped into me was electric. And then, to my surprise, Chase paused . . . as if giving me a moment to get used to everything that was going on. _The __spell, I thought . . . though I was getting to the point where I didn't think much, I just felt, I just ran with - and enjoyed - the sensations I was feeling.

Chase pulled out a bit, then slowly thrust forward. Then, back out again, almost all the way this time, then . . . forward again. More of his dick entered me, and the pain increased a bit - but so did the pleasure.

The big dog began fucking me, taking his time, pulling out and thrusting forward.

Drops of drool spattered down to my naked back. Each time Chase thrust forward, I thrust back, as much as I could, and I tried squeezing his cock with my ass. Eventually, taking his time, Chase got more and more of his penis inside me, and I had never had anything that long - and that thick - in my ass before. The pain got stronger, but I knew it would've been so much more painful if the dog had simply rammed his entire length and girth in all at once. Besides, there was so much pleasure going on, as Chase fucked me. The feel of his paws, tightly gripping my hips, was erotic, and so was the feel of his fur on my skin. At some point I realized that everything was turning me on - including the sound of his panting, and the feel of his breath. Even the saliva drooling down onto me was a thrill.

Chase started going faster, now that most of his cock was inside me - he pulled nearly all the way out, then steadily back in, a few times, but, when he started speeding up he started making shorter thrusts. He'd pull out just a bit, then quickly slide his cock back in. Pretty soon, he was in to the hilt, all of his cock up to the knot inside me. Pretty soon, he started jackhammering away at my ass - short and quick thrusts out, short and quick thrusts back in. As Chase started fucking my ass faster - then faster - I stopped thrusting back, I stopped trying to milk his gorgeous cock. I held still, relaxed as much I could, and I simply enjoyed the sensation of getting fucked by my new friend - this powerful dog with the beautiful eyes and the short fur, this masculine, sexy dog.

It was almost too much, having his entire length inside - but it almost wasn't enough, either. I wanted more.

Getting closer and closer to his orgasm, and wanting so much to come, Chase made those short thrusts out and those short thrusts in, as the tightness of my ass firmly gripped his canine cock in a wet, warm embrace . . . quickly, quickly, he pistoned his hips, as he slid his dick in and out . . . and each time the dog thrust forward, I could feel his massive knot hitting my ass.

Chase kept going, kept slamming his length into me . . . faster and faster, he humped my ass, and it felt so overwhelmingly good, getting fucked that fast, by his big dick. It was raw, and powerful. My cock was fully erect, straining, quivering. My balls were taut, full and throbbing. I wanted to take a hand off the floor and jerk off, but I didn't dare - I needed both hands for support, with the weight of this big dog on top of me. Eventually, I decided (as much as I was capable of rational decision-making) to wait. If I didn't come from the intense fucking I was getting, then I'd jerk off after Chase came, I decided.

And . . . then . . . his swollen knot collided with my ass one last time, and then . . . it penetrated me. The pain was intense, sharp and overwhelming - my entire body felt like it was clenching up, and I think I almost blacked out. And yet - somehow - the pleasure I felt was equally intense. I'd never experienced anything like it - a mix of pain and pleasure, totally combined, both elements so strong, so breathtaking. I had my first hands-free orgasm - my spunk shot out, way out, and my tight balls nearly ached with the intensity of it all. My orgasm was so overwhelming, I didn't notice at first that Chase had stopped humping. He went perfectly still, and he gripped me even tighter - he pulled me into a fierce hug, as he pressed his chest to my back. God, that felt amazing, the fur of his stomach and chest now firmly, tightly pressed to my skin. His muzzle clamped around my neck, too, and his drool flowed freely out, coating my skin.

Chase had his own orgasm, then, his dog semen shooting deep into me. I could feel his knot swelling up even more, expanding my aching, filled hole even further. I could also feel his balls pressed up against my balls, and, holy god, for some reason that alone was intensely erotic. For a moment, I did take a hand off the floor. Without thinking or planning, I reached back and gripped his sack, and then I started jerking on my half-hard cock. But my left arm was shaking from the strain - and my entire body was shaking from the heat of my explosive orgasm, so I put my right hand back down on the floor.

I don't know how long Chase spurted his seed inside of me. It felt like hours. Everything that was happening felt so good - his fur on my skin, the way he held me, his knot, his balls on mine . . . I wanted everything to last. I vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that, when dogs mated, the male turned around, so that the pair ended up back to back. Chase didn't do that. Instead, he stayed on my back. When his intense orgasm subsided, when the last drops of his semen leaked out into my anus, he simply relaxed. He still had me in a hug, and his paws still held my sides, but his grip wasn't as tight. He took his muzzle off my neck. He relaxed, and the full weight of him pressed down on me, as I stayed there, on my hands and knees.

How long were we tied? Minutes? Hours? It honestly doesn't matter. Part of me wanted it to last days, even though my arms and legs were shaking, and I had to piss. Having Chase on top of me like that was making me horny, too, and I almost felt like I could get hard again. Eventually, Chase lifted himself up, a bit. He started licking my back, washing it, I suppose. He licked my neck, cleaning up the drool which had coated it, and as he did so, I could feel the swelling in his knot going down.

The dog's penis slid out of my ass, and I felt a bit sad as it did so. Dog spunk, mixed with pre, and saliva, and sweat, and who knows what all else, leaked out of my swollen, bruised ass. I somehow got up, on my feet, and I went to the corner for a long, long piss. When I went back to Chase, he was licking himself, cleaning up his red cock before it could slide back into the long sheath. His tail wagged, and he looked up at me with an expression of pure happiness on his handsome face. The night air was so warm, and so thick with the various smells of what we'd just done. I stretched out on my side, on that blanket, and Chase stretched out in front of me. I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

**

Among all the insights and revelations, the spell had also made all of us - including Chase - realize that we needed each other. We realized that all seven of us had to stay together, in order to be strong, to fight, to win. Of course, that revelation almost didn't matter - because we all wanted to be together, we wanted to keep our friendship going.

Stretched out on that old blanket, wrapped up tight in each other's embrace, Chase and I both knew that we would have to get up, soon, and go back to the others, back to our circle. We also knew that we wanted to, that we looked forward to it.

But we also knew that our return could wait, for a few more minutes, or perhaps longer.