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Mr. Hinesburg felt uneasy. He sat waiting in the evening half-light that illuminated his office, waiting for the next appointment to arrive. As always, there was plenty of time between appointments to allow for students with mobility issues to travel the distance to his office, but he found himself wishing there weren't. The clock quietly ticked away to itself in the gloom, which was irritating in its own right, not least because he could barely make out the time high up on the opposite wall. It occurred to him to turn on the main lights now that the dark of night approached, but considering the condition of the student due to arrive he allowed himself to indulge his sudden apathy.
Eventually, a shadow slid into view against the bright, frosted glass panel of his office door. A short figure hovered there for a moment, silhouetted by the light from outside, attention focused just below the window. He knew the visitor was reading the Braille sign across the door before a gentle yet confident rapping of knuckles sounded through the silent room.
”Enter,” said the doctor in a raised voice he knew was unnecessary, thinking that he sounded more at ease that he felt. The handle came down and the door opened, allowing gentle sounds from the outside to drift into the silent office. In stepped the familiar figure of a young girl with pale blonde hair and misty opal eyes, the blunt sandy-furred muzzle of a golden retriever nosing through behind her.
“I'm here for my appointment,” said she in her usual gentle tone, adding after a moment, “You wanted to see me, Sir?” Mr. Hinesburg observed for a second or two the way those foggy eyes scanned the room despite her condition, searching. The dog at the young girl’s side just stared at him calmly.
“Yes, plea-” He faltered as her eyes snapped back towards him with unnerving accuracy, following the sound of his voice. He cleared his throat before continuing, “please, come in and sit down, Sato-san. There is something we should discuss.” Shutting the door behind her, Lily found her seat with her usual quiet grace, hiding her lack of vision with well-practiced ease.
Again, he paused, studying the young girl’s face, watching her milky eyes drifting as if she were scanning him in return. Rarely did he get the chance to study another person’s face so intimately; whether it was her condition or the self-confident edge in her personality, Lily had shown little tendency to embarrass easily. He admired the softly undulating blond hair, her flawless ivory skin, and those cloudy, mysterious blue-in-blue eyes. A shake of the head brought the good doctor from his idle musings and back to the matter at hand.
“Sato-san,” he repeated, this time not caught off guard by the way those eyes snapped up to him, “I’m afraid there have been a few minor complaints over the last year that we must address. Not of yourself, of course,” he added quickly, silencing an unformed protest. The young girl settled back into her seat, hands folded neatly in her lap as if she knew what he would say next. “The problem is actually concerning Niji, your guide. I’ve received a number of reports of what appears to be sexual aggression. Now I’m sure that you’re aware such behaviour isn’t totally uncommon in domestic canines, but it could cause problems with regards to your condition…” Lily’s expression showed her mounting displeasure, but she remained silent. “I think you should understand why behaviour like this is unacceptable for guide dog of his kind, especially if it should escalate further. It not only endangers those around you but you yourself as well, obviously, we can’t have you in unnecessary danger.”
“Niji would never attack someone,” stated Lily, her voice soft but firm. Her hand wandered down to rest on the retriever’s head lying patiently on the floor beside her.
“I understand your attachment to him, but there is every possibility that you could be wrong. Dogs are wild animals, after all. Even the most loyal of household pets have been known to turn savage.” The man sighed and brought his fingers to his brow. “I don’t mean to cause you any undue concern, but it is my job to make sure you’re aware. Should the situation warrant, there are preventative measures we can take.”
“What kind of measures?”
“Well, if necessary, we could have Niji neutered.” He noticed the uneasy grumble from the big animal on the floor, as if voicing his own displeasure with that idea. Lily gave the doctor an equally unpleasant frown, misty eyes staring intently.
“Please,” she said in an even softer tone than normal, “I wouldn’t want to hurt him.” She turned those misty eyes on him with an imploring sadness.
“I assure you, Sato-san, it’s a perfectly routine operation. It would decrease his tendency toward aggressive behaviour considerably. There are some side-effects however, but the final decision is always up to you.” To that, the young girl made no reply. “The situation may never reach the point where a decision has to be made, and hopefully not if I may say,” he added quickly, noting the slight smile that brought with satisfaction. “However, if the problem does grow beyond a tolerable limit, Niji could always be reclaimed by the authorities and a replacement would be found.”
Girl and dog both showed their disapproval, one with a most unbecoming frown and the other with a murmur that was almost a growl.
“Well, thank you, doctor,” she said at last, wearing the polite half-smile again. “I’ll be sure to keep Niji’s behaviour in check from now on.” She bowed her head respectfully and rose from her seat.
“Thank you for coming,” replied the man behind his desk now sighing inwardly with relief. He eyed the big dog as it rose obediently to her side.
As the door closed at last, he let out a deep breath and slumped back into the leather chair.
It was already early evening, the chill in the air outside bit into Lily’s cheeks as she walked briskly back to the dorm building. The familiar hallways were all but empty and eerily silent. The big golden dog was panting softly as they reached the right door at last, Lily with one hand on the harness and the other reading the strip along the wall as she walked.
The darkness inside the little two-room apartment didn’t bother her at all as she found her way to the little couch in the corner and settled down into the soft, warm cushions. Niji lay at her feet with a dull thud, covering her calves with the thick fur along his back that tickled at her sensitive skin.
“It doesn’t seem that dear Hanako is here,” she said to no one but the dog. “I wonder where she could have gotten to at such a time?”
A blunt muzzle pushed against her hand where it lay beside her on the couch, a soft whining answering her. She cooed to the restless animal at her feet and gave a rub between his ears.
“No, Niji, I won’t be getting rid of you. Definitely not,” she insisted, and that seemed to cheer the retriever up considerably. He lapped at her fingers with his broad tongue for a moment before turning his nose toward her thigh, tugging gently at her skirt with his teeth. Lily giggled at the feeling of cold nose and warm, soft fur on her thigh, and the insistence with which Niji pulled at her skirt until it felt about to slide off. “Down boy,” she cooed, patting at his muzzle. “Good boy. Good boy, Niji.”
Niji knew his place well enough. He stood and watched as his mistress slid off the couch and onto her knees on the floor to reach out and wrap her arms loosely round his neck.
“Good boy, Niji,” she repeated as she rubbed along his flanks, breathing into the soft golden fur along his neck. Niji remained still, waiting patiently as her hands stroked further along and round to his belly.
“I see. That’s how you are. How neglectful of me to leave you in such a state.” Those powerful hindquarters shifted as her fingers wandered further back, combing through the creamy fur along Niji’s belly. Lily allowed herself a fond smile as her fingertips brushed that familiar stiffness and curled around it delicately, giving the dog’s sensitive penis a gentle squeeze. Sightless, her fingers found the shape of it with ease, gliding along the slippery smoothness of it, thick and rigid, pointed at the end like an arrow. It felt almost like wet rubber in her fingers, but so warm and stiff and twitching at her touch. She moved between the big dog’s forelegs, leaning forward now to fit beneath him on all fours.
“Good boy,” she told him again, rubbing her cheek against the soft fur, her words punctuated by a slow but steady stroke of her hand from tip to base of that long shaft some good ten inches. Her fingers flexed and stretched around the odd contour, narrow at both ends and wider near the tip like a dart, tapering back towards Niji’s sheath. She let her knees take the weight and reached up with both hands now to clasp as much as she could of the thing and stroke it up and down slowly. Niji was silent now, only a faint panting sound from the big animal, and the overpowering scent of his arousal that filled Lily’s head more deeply as she worked her way back closer to that waiting erection.
Both her hands were now soiled with its stickiness as she lifted her head up towards it, lovingly cradling that long thing against her cheek, feeling the hot, wet texture of it touching her face. Delicate fingers stroked the shaft, back and forth, urging it to full size till the tip bumped against her collar through the blouse she still wore. It pulsed in her hands, expelling a surprisingly large splash of thin, deeply scented fluid onto her that soaked into the fabric and ran down her back. Lily felt a shiver running down her spine at the sensation of that warm, slippery wetness on her body and turned her head to kiss the side of her Niji’s achingly stiff penis.
“Good boy,” she whispered to it, her lips caressing the hot, slick surface. “Good boy, Niji, good dog. I know what you want.” She flicked out her tongue, tracing slowly along the length of it from tip to base as far as she could, her nose deep in the thick fur around his loins by the time she tasted the rim of his sheath. Again, out spat another hot burst of moisture, splashing down her back in a thin line and onto the carpet behind her. The smell of it made her head spin. Lily rocked back on her knees and put her lips on that tapered tip, letting it slip into her mouth where she could wind her tongue round it again and again.
She'd never tried to fit it all at once before. The first time Niji shifted on his feet above her and that long thing dipped so deeply into her waiting mouth, she gagged as the tip brushed the back of her throat. Coughing, she withdrew her head, calming her companion with a hand on his thigh. Her fingers dutifully stroked up and down that twitching length while she swallowed down the puddle of precum left in her throat before returning to her task. Lily contented herself with suckling at the pointed tip for a while, flicking her tongue against it in a way that made the big dog pant harder above her. Her lips rolled along that slick length a little at a time while her right hand curled around the shaft and slid back and forth along it in a slow rhythm. Soon her mouth was slipping past the widest point of that exotically-shaped cock, the tip brushing at the back of her throat.
This time Lily tilted her head back as she leaned forward to take more of that length, straightening her throat out for easy penetration. In it slid without difficulty, the tapered form of it pressing her throat muscles out gently, helping her relax to take the whole of it.
This continued for a full minute until at last Lily sensed his tension reaching a peak and pushed her head as far as it would go. Her nose was buried in Niji’s fur, her lips wrapped warmly around the very base of that hot, throbbing thing. Niji gave a pleasured whine as her tongue caressed the underside of his penis. Suddenly, he tensed, flanks twitching. Hot, syrupy semen flooded down Lily’s throat in powerful bursts from the tip of that long cock, flooding her gullet and making her gag at the volume of it. Determined to take it all, Lily remained with her nose buried in the fur of his belly and kept her lips pressed right to the base for as long as she could, fighting the urge to pull away. It took a moment to recognise the pressure in her mouth, the swelling feeling in her jaw as something pressed against palate and tongue. Lily shifted, and felt a sudden brief jolt of panic when she found she could no longer remove the twitching, spewing length from her mouth. Niji’s knot, now she felt it with her tongue all bloated and round in her mouth, pressing up behind her teeth and locking that long member in place. Her jaw refused to stretch over it. For a moment, she felt fear rising as the syrupy fluid being pumped into her belly back-flowed, flooding back up her throat and gushing from her mouth in a messy spray. She coughed and retched on Niji’s cock, her throat muscles spasming against the thing, trying and unable to push it back out, the dog’s semen still squirting down into her stomach.
It was to this that Hanako finally returned almost an hour later, to find her roommate kneeling on the floor in the darkness crowded under her beloved Niji. Lily, long past the moment of sudden fright, looked peaceful now, her eyes closed and her lips forming a perfect O around the base of Niji’s penis, that swollen knot still trapped in her mouth puffing out her cheeks. Runny semen dribbled down her chin and dripped onto the carpet beneath her as she suckled obediently at the length buried halfway down her neck. By the look of the puddle on the floor and the half-dried stains down the front of her blouse, she had managed to coax several loads out of the big dog, keeping that rigid erection and the bulbous knot trapped in her maw with just the work of her undulating throat muscles and her practiced tongue.
“Lily,” sighed the dark-haired girl, blushing profusely. Lily showed no sign of having heard her. “You’ve really made a mess this time. Maybe I should get you a towel…”
Niji looked up at Hanako and gave her a happy sort of noise. At that, she just couldn’t resist rubbing behind his ear a little.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Good Niji.”