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I don't remember much of my life before I met my guardian. My first memories are of drinking my mother's milk, nuzzling against her belly and burying myself in her fur. In time, my eyes opened, and I learned how to walk, to run, to tumble and play. I had two brothers and two sisters in my litter, all of us white and fluffy, and all of us able to run circles around us. There was a tall, mostly hairless man who would come in to feed us and play with us, and sometimes he would bring others like him to our den to see us. We'd sniff and lick and wrestle with them, and it would be fun for them too. Once in a while, one of them would point at one of us, and the man who fed us would take them away. Both of my brothers disappeared this way, and even though I miss them and don't know where they went, I like to think they ended up as happy as I am now.

One afternoon, another man came to see us, and the three of us girls surrounded him and sniffed at him. He smelled different from the others to me, older and tougher, somehow, and I really liked the way his coarse bumpy paws felt on my fur and behind my ears. I climbed onto his chest and licked at his chin, and he laughed and fell backwards, stroking my back. Then he stood up tall, made some mouth noises, and pointed at me. The other man took me from the den, and a little while later my guardian was carrying me into his den.

Over the next year, he became the center of my life. His mouth noises were jumbled and hard to figure out, but soon I knew the important ones, like “sit" and “stay" and “out" and “toy" and “treat". He also gave me the name Stormy, or at least I assume that's it because he uses to get my attention or points at me and says it. I grew bigger every day, for a long time, until my nose was up to his knees and I could get up to his chest if I jumped up on my hind legs. I could go where I wanted in his den, and I usually wanted to be wherever he was, so he could play with me and cuddle with me and stroke my fur. My favorite time was bedtime, because he let me sleep next to him. It took a few nights to figure out how to both fit on the bed, because he would take up too much space for me, but we got used to it. It was pleasant, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine as I drifted off to sleep each night.

One month, I could feel my body changing; I was hot all the time, especially my rear end. I wanted to be touched and petted more, and my guardian smelled better than ever, like there was something there that I didn't notice before. Other dogs were giving me funny looks when my guardian and I went for walks, and sometimes they'd try to tackle me, but my guardian would hold me closer and stop them. My muff felt different too; bigger, puffed out, more sensitive to breezes and licks when I cleaned it. My guardian kept looking at it; he looked curious, like I did as a pup when he made funny noises with his lips. He went to the water room and came back with a bottle of clear stuff, squeezing something from it onto his paw. It was shiny and slippery, and smelled watery but sweet. He scratched my ear with his other paw, then moved behind me and moved my tail to the side.

I felt something weird going into my muff, and at first it was confusing. It started to feel good, though, tingly and pleasant, so I lifted my tail up out of the way to see what would happen. The thing went in deeper, and I could tell from the bumps and ridges that it was my guardian's paw; he was using one of the smaller bendy pieces to feel inside of me, and to rub against the folds on the outside. The tip of it brushed up against something inside of me; it was a little cool, but it felt amazing having my muff surrounding this thing and gripping it all around. Then, all at once, it was gone. I turned around to my guardian and whimpered, hoping he would keep doing whatever he had been doing. His paw smelled like me now, but I could also smell that he was sweaty and nervous, that he wanted to keep going but was holding himself back. Instead, he patted my head and went back to the water room. I could hear him making the water run, and when he came back my scent was gone, though the sweaty smell was still faintly there on him.

The rest of the day went as normal as it could with how I was feeling, and we ended up sleeping side by side as usual. But that night, I woke up to his paw rubbing my muff again, this time working its way around and making me shiver with surprise and pleasure. I looked over and sniffed at his face; his eyes were closed, but there was a smile on his lips, and he was moaning softly. I licked at his lips, thanking him and begging him to give me more, and his lips opened and started to lick me back for the first time. He wasn't very good at it; his tongue stayed in his mouth the whole time, and he kept closing it against my tongue and opening it again, but it was alright. His paw went deeper into me, intensely pleasing me and making me lick his face more feverishly to show him how good he was doing felt. I bucked my hips into his paw and put my hind legs in the air to make it easier for him. Then his eyes opened, and he stopped briefly, scared of something. I kept licking, because I wanted more, and he finally relented and moved his paw down again. He looked into my eyes and made more mouth noises, soft and teasing and happy. Then he looked down to his middle and sighed, frustrated by something. Something was rising out of his hips, a fleshy stick with a bulb at the top and a little clear stuff on the tip. I wanted him to do more, but he seemed to want to sleep, so we did.

The next night, when we went to bed, I wanted my guardian to touch my muff again, so I cuddled next to him, licked his face, and showed him my belly, like I did before. He made more mouth noises, smiling, and fondled me again. I was howling on the inside and whining on the outside, pushing myself against his paw. He put a finger all the way inside me, and I humped back at it hard, bathing his face in licks. He toyed with me down there for what seemed like forever, making happy mouth noises when he did, then he stopped suddenly. I looked over to him, and he seemed to be using his paw on that fleshy stick, moving it quickly up and down on it and wrapping around it with the bendy parts. Soon, some white stuff erupted out of it onto his belly, and he lay back panting. It smelled interesting, kind of milky and salty, so I sniffed , then licked him. He seemed startled, and his paw moved to my head as if to push it away, but he didn't. The sweaty smell was especially strong now. I licked him all over; on his hairy belly, on his fleshy stick, and even I licked up the white stuff. When there was nothing left to lick, I moved to his side and fell asleep next to him, comfortable and warm.

We did the same thing over the next couple nights. I would present myself to my guardian at bedtime, and he would pleasure me with a finger or two, showing his affection for me as I showed mine for him. It was a pleasant way to end the day for the both of us. He would reach down and pleasure himself every time, the white stuff shooting faster and farther each time. One night, after he shot the white stuff, he looked at me like he had done something bad to me. And the next night, when I presented myself, he just patted my head and scratched my back, which was nice but not nearly as good as what we had done the night before. I thought he was stopping himself from doing what he wanted to.

A morning or two later, though, his fleshy stick began to rise up and get hard while he was still asleep. He wasn't going to move his paw to get the white stuff out, so I decided to help him by licking it. It tasted salty and got harder and throbbed against my tongue as I licked it. The tip started to leak some clear stuff, which was blander than the white but still a welcome change. He moaned, his eyes slowly opening, and the fleshy stick started to spurt out white stuff up to his face while I used my tongue to get more of it out. He pushed my head away from the stick, still raw and twitching, so I moved to get the white stuff on his face instead. He stroked my fur and made tender mouth noises. I loved and trusted him, and I think he relaxed a little. He must have figured out that if we made each other happy, it had to be a good thing.

For the next few nights, we tried different things to pleasure each other. The best thing we did was when he cuddled up to me, his head on my belly, fondling and putting his paw inside me as I humped it. As the same time, I lapped at his flesh stick, wrapping my tongue around the whole length over and over. Every night, we got more comfortable doing this, and I began to experience waves of rippling pleasure, my muff and my body quivering around my guardian's paw, and when it did, his flesh stick would shoot the white stuff. Sometimes, the white stuff would go right into my mouth as I licked him, and I liked the sweet, salty taste of the treat. I began to bond with him, physically and emotionally, as we got better at making each other happy.

One morning, I woke up sprawled against my guardian, our bellies together, my foreleg over his neck and his foreleg over mine. His flesh stick was hard, and he was slowly rubbing it in my fur, stroking my back. I started to lick him slowly, still waking up, and we lay like that for a bit. He got more enthusiastic rubbing himself against me, then stopped for a moment with a glint in his eye. The sweaty smell was strong, and I could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest into mine. He pushed me down slightly, putting his flesh stick next to my muff. He licked his paw and rubbed it against his flesh stick, then lined it up with my opening. As he slipped into me, I felt how cool and rough his flesh stick was as my muff enveloped it. My muff muscles were twitching with pleasure, pulling him deeper into me with every jolt. I groaned and whined, humping against him a couple of times and then licking his face passionately. He rolled me onto my back, and then he penetrated me, the bottom of his flesh stick bumping into the outside of my muff. The meaty, loose parts below it were bumping gently into the outside, tickling it. This was the best feeling ever. I had never had someone put something this broad in for this long, and this consistently in and out in time. As he ground into me, my muscles spasmed with pleasure and heat, filling me with contentment. Then, he shot the white stuff into me for what seemed like forever, spurt after spurt pouring inside of me. He held me close, his hips bucking into me as I spasmed around his flesh stick, unable to feel anything but the pleasure my guardian, now my mate, had given me. He dug his paws deep into my fur, both of us panting as we rode it out.

He finally stopped and fell on his face as my quivering calmed down. He made soft, panting, loving mouth noises, over and over, as I licked him to tell him how sweet and wonderful he was. He stroked my face lovingly, finally content to please and be pleased. He used the same words over and over again, new words for me which I didn't quite understand: “sweet" and “beautiful" and “girl." It was all out of the love he felt for me now, love which I felt and returned.

Rolling back to our sides, he pulled out of my muff, and I sat up to lick myself clean. I could feel his eyes on me, warm and satisfied, captivated. When I was done with myself, I moved on to clean him, and his flesh stick, once soft, hardened again. He used his paw on my muff again, moving himself to put his flesh stick near it as I lapped at him. What we had done once, I wanted to do again, just to feel that ecstasy again. When he stopped, I rolled onto my back and he climbed back onto me, then pounded back into me. I humped at him desperately when he first went in, then every so often as he humped me, enjoying every moment. Once more he dug his paws into my fur, both of us panting, neither of us thinking of anything but each other.

We did this many, many times. I would clean myself, clean him, then we would do it again. The morning was fuzzy and warm and beautiful. At some point, it started to feel a little rough, but he got the slippery stuff to make it easier on us, and it tasted watery and sweet each time I cleaned him. We did it in a lot of different ways. Once, he humped me from behind while I stood up, which felt normal and right to me. Another time, we were both on our sides, while he stroked my belly and my nipples. I also sat on his flesh stick and let him hump me from below, which pushed him so deep into me. Every time he would make me shake with pleasure and he would shoot his white stuff into me.

After what felt like forever, we stopped, and he went to the water room, then let me out to pee and to feed me. We cuddled together on the big cushion, with my head resting in his lap. Lying there in his lap, I realized that we had gotten closer, had learned to love each other body and soul. This was the start of something new and wonderful, something I never wanted to end. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he felt the same way.

We went back to our bed for more later that day, each time making us love each other more. We tried again with me on top of him, slow and sweet. I learned to hump in time with him, making it better for both of us, as he got deeper into me and I surrounded him in a slow buildup. When we finally stopped that night, his flesh stick was bright colored and cracked, and I was getting sore too. He put some cream on both of us that helped soothe it, though. After that, we didn't spend all day doing it like we had that first day, but the next few nights we made love over and over, my spasms squeezing everything out of his flesh stick many times.

A few days later, my muff shrank down to normal, and my mate tried making love with me again. I wanted to do more, but my muff was smaller and less able to hold him, so he had to use more slippery stuff and be gentler. My tongue worked the same, though, and he learned to use his on me, which I loved. This was slower than the other way, but just as good, leaving us both satisfied. A long time later, I felt that familiar heat, and we made love several times a day again in a blur of lust and humping. In heat or out of it, we knew how to please each other.

That's how it began. I'm in the middle of my life now, and I slowed down a bit, but gotten better with age. I want to be with my mate forever, but he's barely changed, and I don't think that will happen. I want to live a long, healthy life with him, though, because I love him, and he loves me, more than life itself.