In love With The Other Creatures

He was able to climb onto her back veranda. Seriously injured, he continued to whisper softly. She followed the sound and slammed her back door open.

In the light of the lantern, a large dog lay down, bleeding and moaning.

His hair was a cloudy sky blue, and his eyes were a soft brown gleaming with intelligence. He seemed to look into her brown eyes, pleading for help.

She was cautious. There was no collar; he looked feral. Who knows what an injured wild animal was capable of? If she startled or scared him he looked as if he could easily rip her throat out.

"Sh. Sh. It`s OK boy. What's with all the blood?"

She moves slowly, crouching down carefully to get closer to his size and to see if she can assess the damage. She watches as his head swivels and he sniffs of her arm.

"Okay, boy, it's okay. I just want to see what's wrong. I won't hurt you. She exhales and mumbles. “At least I try not to.”

He looked at the female. Approaching her with a pleasant sound, he sniffed at her and noticed her smell.

He jerked, the scent hit him hard.

She froze, neither shying away or moving closer.

She hadn't touched him, hadn't hit him. Was he afraid of that? Is that why he jerked when she came close?

"Sh. Sh. It's OK. I won't hurt you. Let me see."

She brought her hand close to his head again. Stroked his ears, his neck.

He laid his head down on her porch and now the whining alternated with a low rumble in his chest. There was no growl. What did he do? She placed her hand on his chest and felt the vibration. It was almost like a cat's gravel.

Oh, he was painful, but her hands delighted him and her scent! It was amazing. Wait. What was she doing?

She works her hands over his chest, down a foreleg, then down the other. Gently, making sure nothing was broken and that there was no blood. Then working her hands across his flank and down his rear leg. He whined as that hurt a bit more. She looked at her fingers, there was no sign of blood.

Next she petted him again. Then, leaning over him she slowly works both hands down his legs.

She was trusting him not to bite, to understand she was trying to help him.

Her neck was so near his mouth. He could put his teeth at her throat and bite down easily.

His paws were huge!

She took the front ones with one hand, and the rear with the other. Slowly, carefully, watching him, she began to roll his body over. The damage had to be on the other side. He yelped as some of his fur was caught in the wood and whined again with the pain but made no move to bite her.

Yes. The damage was on his right side. A gash in his shoulder. A ragged tear on his flank. And it looked as though something had chewed his leg to the bone. Blood was still oozing from the rear wounds. She tried to palpate the rear leg near the wound but he bared his teeth at her.

"Easy, easy, boy. Something's made a good mess of you."

She was intoxicating. Even in his present state, he felt attractive.

She scratched behind her ear. "Okay, let me bring you some water and see if I can wash you."

She goes home and he lies on the veranda and pants. He closes his eyes briefly and breathes. His tongue protrudes slightly from his mouth.

She brings a basin of warm water out and sets it near his head.

Water! Oh, yes, he needed that!

He whined as he shifted his forelegs under him and put his nose to the water, lapping at it.

"Oh, sorry. Here, drink."

She tips the basin towards him to let him get to it more easily.

When he finished she dipped a cloth into the water and wrung it out slightly.

She pushed him on the shoulder and he lay down again. "Okay, now you're probably sick."

She gently touched the wound on his shoulder and he flinched. she froze A cloth just a few millimeters from his skin. He sat back down and she dried him up, and she brushed off the dirt and leaves as best she could without hurting him too much.

He whined and growled a little, but there was no movement to hurt her.

As she dipped the cloth and wrung it out again he turned and licked her hand.

Her heart jumped into her throat at the sensation. Soft and slightly rough, slick and warm. She had felt dog's tongues before, of course, but this was different and she couldn't quite say how.

He felt better after the water.

Oh, she wanted him to lie down again. What did she do?

Oh! sick.

Cleans wounds. She tried to wipe the wound on his shoulder. He could do that himself, but she was getting the debris out of the way. It would be much easier now.

He turned to lick the wound and her hand was so near. He licked her hand first.

Oh, the female's taste was something new. He had both her scent and her taste now.

Ow!

He jerked again as she started to clean the wound on his flank.

The ends were ragged, torn. This wound was deeper.

It came to her. He had been fighting with another of his kind.

She watched as he quietly licked the wound on his shoulder.

Slowly, carefully, she cleaned out the deeper wound, causing it to bleed again. He jerked and whined but simply looked at her with those brown eyes of his.

She mumbles under her breath. "OK, now what do I do with this leg? I can try wrapping it up but he`ll probably just rip it off." She pulls the basin a bit closer and picks the leg up to rest it on the edges. She ladles water over the wound, trying to rinse most of the debris away.

Stretching her arm out, she captures the gauze. She uses it to put some of the ragged skin back in place and then picks up his leg to start wrapping the wound. He lays his head back down, never taking his eyes off her face.

As she moves his leg upward farther to get a better angle for wrapping, she's greeted by clear evidence of his sex. A good set of balls under his tail and the penis, showing faintly pink and wet where it's beginning to peak out of his sheath.

She rips the end of the gauze in half and ties it lightly into place.

He watches her and listens to her. Her voice delighted his ears. Her scent was even better. The more she worked, the more she scattered in the air.

The color of her hair, brown eyes, and the shape of her skin.

He was drawn to her and bowed his head to see what she would do.

She is dressing her leg wound with something. Some are sick, but now they feel better because no air is flowing over the exposed nerves.

She considered for a moment to drag him into her house, but she was unable to lift him and feared he would bite her if she tried. Also, because he's feral, thieves won't break into the house and he could mess it up.

So she took out an old blanket and wrapped it around him. He sniffed his nose slightly and rested his head on it.

What will he eat? Raw meat as well as eggs, caterpillars, frogs and birds. He certainly couldn't hunt in this state. So what did she have in the refrigerator?

She continued to return home to work and carefully closed the door behind her. He opened her mouth and scanned her scent with his tongue.

Most of her blankets she covered smelled of artificial chemicals, some burned her nose, but so did hers.

She bowed her head and pointed her nose at the corner where her scent was concentrated. He was tired and began to close his eyes.

Meat! His eyes flashed and his head shook and rolled over his chest. Ouch!

I microwaved a never-before-cooked roast beef, cut into bite-sized pieces. For a few minutes to thaw, warm and let the juices flow, she brought the plate to the door.

She heard him scream briefly. He had jerked almost upright.

"OK, boy, easy. Stay there. I'll bring it to you."

He wanted it, that was plain, but she needed to do this slowly or he might bite her trying to get to it.

"Now, I'm just going to put this in front of you. calm down. Her

lowered her plate and watched her closely with her toes, her chocolate, her eyes.

He sniffed and sniffed and carefully took her first bite. The moment you run out of meat and lick the juice off the plate.

"Okay. Or is it good enough? One more plate, please."

Repeat this process until the five pound roast is gone.

It is hot and bloody, but the dish tastes a little odd.

She brought a few plates of meat and he ate until he was full.

Then he drank more water and lay back on the bed. His eyes began to close again.

"Come on, it's late. I want to sleep too. See you in the morning." He started whining as she turned to her door. She stood at the doorway, closing her eyes and listening to her.

"Look. I'll be inside. I'll go out in the morning."

More whining.

"Okay, okay. I can't sleep here. I'm glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow."

She went in. No. He wanted her to stay here with him. He needed her here. How could he make her stay?

Complaints And the pain came out whining as usual.

She hesitated. A little more convincing. Another cry.

Yes! She stayed here with him.

When she returned he whined until she came out with her blanket and pillow.

So she went inside and got another blanket and pillow. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open her back door. The howling stopped, and her tail slammed against the boards of her front door.

"Yeah, that's good. I'm gonna need a masseuse in the morning."

She flipped the pad over on her outside bench, tossed the pillow down and curled up on the bench, wrapping herself in the blanket. "Happy now?"

She swore he grinned at her. "Alright, boy, goodnight." She murmurs half to herself. "I can't keep calling you boy, can I? Have to figure out a name for you..."

The next morning she wakes to the dawn, cramped and sore with those chocolate eyes Half asleep yet, she stretches, yawns, and says, "Morning, Emmat."

He picks his head up and his tail thumps on the floorboards.

She looks at him. Emma, huh? The tail thumps again. “You look better this morning.” he mutters a little. Let's see what's for breakfast?

She gets up, groans and stretches again. She turns to go inside and he struggles to his feet, holding up his damaged rear leg. She opens the door and he makes to follow her in. "No. No. You stay out here." She closes the door and looks at him. He looks up at her. She opened the door again and he shoved his nose into the crack. "no!"

He twists her body and she slams the door. Looking at her at her, he whines again. She is standing with her hands on her hips. This is a confrontation.

She crouches in front of him and he takes a chance and licks her face. - What do you do? Chocolate eyes turned dark brown. She sighed. "Good. But I swear, if you mess up, I'll lock you up and prevent you from entering. Do you understand?"

She opens the door and he limps inside, sniffling and sniffing. She is watching after him. His nose leads him into the kitchen and moves quickly. She drags a jar to the pantry and opens the door.

"Come on, Emma, breakfast, let's see..."

She starts searching. “I have chicken and pork, but I hope you don't eat them raw. Today's Levi. Hmm". I'm looking for more. "Oh. hamburger. I'll put some eggs in it."

From what she fed him last night, he wasn't very hungry, and he was mostly content to be with her.

She hummed softly as she circled the little kitchen. Seated at the table and brought milk and cereal while I thawed the meat in the microwave.

She broke two eggs, mixed them with the hamburger, and placed the metal bowl on the floor. Patting his hair, she said, "Come on, Emmat."