There was little time to think about his next move. He needed to find a place to hide. Running down the hall, James looked left into one room but didn't spot any place he could conceal himself. To his right, he was met with yet another room offering no refuge. The wolf-boy hurried a little farther down the hall and found what he was looking for: a wardrobe left slightly ajar. It wasn't much, but it would have to do given the circumstances.

	With nary a moment to spare, he hopped into the wardrobe and closed the door in front of him, leaving a small crack through which to see out. The darkness of the room outside was broken suddenly by a pair of glowing pair of eyes, searching... hunting...

	James struggled to control his breathing as the creature crept around the room outside. Though muffled by the door of the wardrobe, he could hear the sound of the creature sniffing for its target. The soft creaking of the floorboards and the occasional flash of light reflecting off its eyes were the only indication as to its whereabouts. It edged closer to the wardrobe.

	A distant sound from down the hall drew the attention of the beast. It stalked slowly toward the door. Through the small crack, James could see the dark silhouette it made against the light of the hall. He was almost in the clear. Almost. Maybe it was the universe telling him that it was his time, or maybe it was a cruel god laughing at his misfortune, but suddenly there came a sound from above him. A soft sound, almost like... something rolling across a wooden board. James just caught a glimpse of it as it passed his right shoulder. It was a small glass vial, perhaps perfume, that had rolled off the top shelf of the wardrobe. He could only watch in horror as it plummeted toward his feet. With a cacophonous thump, it landed next to him. Peering through the gap in the door, James could see the creature turn around and stare directly at him.

	In desperation, James flung the door of the wardrobe open and ran out to face his attacker. He moved quickly, but the creature moved even faster. It ran toward him and pounced, knocking him onto his back with its massive paws. This was it. This was how it ended. The beast moved closer to his face. 

	The sound of footsteps outside drew their collective attention to the hall. A shadow loomed in the doorway. It reached into the room and, with a "click", flipped on the lights.

	"It's time for dinner, you two."

	James's eyes took a second to adjust to the bright light streaming down from above him. He blinked a few times before getting licked across the face by the large feral German Shepherd crouched over him. 

	"Bleh! Hey, that's enough Sammy!" exclaimed James under the onslaught of puppy kisses. "Sorry, Mom, I'll be down in a minute. We were just playing."

	"I can see that," she said reaching down to pick up the perfume bottle that had rolled out of the wardrobe when James made his valiant escape effort. "Try to be more careful. This stuff isn't cheap, you know."

	Getting up off the floor, James hugged Sammy and she licked him on the face once more for good measure. Sammy was their large German Shepherd. She was a gentle giant, standing over waist-height on James. The two had always gotten along great since the first day they met. They would constantly play together in the back yard or inside the house. Hide and seek was a favourite of theirs.

	The pair made their way downstairs and into the kitchen where a heavenly aroma greeted them. His mother was a great cook. James wasn't a picky eater for a 13-year-old. Short of whatever food Sammy was eating from her bowl, he would pretty much eat anything as long as his mom cooked it. He settled down in his spot at the table and devoured the meal his mom had made. By the time he was finished, he could already feel the food coma beginning to overtake him. He slouched down in his chair.

	"Don't forget that you need to help clean up and after this," reminded his mom.

	James sighed but got up and helped clear the table. He was the man of the house after all. His father had left them about a year ago. Noticing how hurt James had been, his mom brought home a puppy one day and the two had been inseparable ever since. 

	When the dishes were cleared from the table, James began to head up to his room, Sammy following close behind. His mom caught him just as he was leaving the kitchen to remind him to take a shower before bed. And he had almost gotten away with it too... darn.

	James made his way back upstairs and down the hall to the bathroom. It was a struggle to keep Sammy from following him in but he eventually got the door closed. He stripped down to his fur and hopped in the shower. He washed himself, dried off afterward, and brushed his teeth. When he was finished in the bathroom, he opened the door just a crack to see if his mom was still down in the kitchen. He could see Sammy anxiously awaiting him in the hallway outside the door. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink let him know that the coast was clear. 

	Naked as the day he was born, James hurried down the hall to his room, Sammy close on his heels. When he reached his bedroom, he walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer to grab some pajamas. James looked up at the mirror attached to the dresser and ruffled his hair in attempt to style it how he liked, all the while making silly faces at himself. While James was distracted by his reflection, Sammy sauntered over to his side.

	"What do you think?" James asked Sammy. "Maybe something like this... or this... or..."

	Sammy could not have been less interested in his hair, but James took no notice. Instead, she was focused on something far more interesting. The small reddish tip of James's penis was protruding from his sheath. Sammy edged closer to investigate. A tentative lick across the tip of his cock was enough to snap James back to reality. He wasn't sure what happened at first. Another lick followed the first sending shivers down his spine.

	"Sammy! No!" shouted James, perhaps a bit too forcefully. Sammy's ears went back, and she cowered away from him. Unsure of what to do in this situation, James just watched her as she hurried out of his room, her tail tucked low.

	He quickly put his pajama bottoms on and went to look for Sammy. He knew she wasn't supposed to lick him there, but he couldn't stay mad at her after seeing her running away like that. He searched through each room until he found her curled up next to his mom's bed. She cowered again as he reached out a hand to pet her. With a few soft words and some pets, James was able to get her tail wagging again. He sat with her for a few minutes before standing up to make his way back to his own room. She didn't seem to want to follow, so he told her that he loved her and left her to sleep in his mom's room.

	James felt pretty bad as he climbed into bed. The confusing emotions and feelings he felt raced through his mind. It didn't take long, however, for the food-induced sleep to overcome him, and he drifted off in the dim light emanating from his desk lamp. 

	His dreams centered around Sammy, as the often did. She was chasing him down the hall toward the wardrobe where he would hide. Just as before, their game ended with James leaping from the wardrobe only to be tackled by Sammy. This time, however, instead of licking him across the face, Sammy moved lower and gave James a lick across the tip of his sheath. The pleasure of the contact didn't trigger the same distaste as it had earlier in his room. In fact, he let her place a few more licks across his sensitive tip without pushing her away.

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	In his mom's room, Sammy was still awake next to the bed. She stood up when James's mom entered the room. Sammy knew she would close the door when she slept, so she made her way back out into the hallway. As she passed James's room, she could see the nearly motionless form of his body as he lay sleeping on the bed. She gently crept up next to him. Her ears perked up and tail wagged as she heard him softly moan "Sammy". With that little bit of reassurance, she climbed up onto the bed next to her best friend. Shuffling under the covers with him, she nested up to his chest. James moved his arms over and embraced her as he slept. Sammy was certain James had forgiven her now and dozed off in his arms.

	In his dream, James was thoroughly enjoying himself. The German Shepherd stood over him and bathed his cock with her soft tongue. The effects of this dream, however, weren't just happening in his head. Outside of his dreams, his tip began to make its way out of his sheath as well. The warmth of the dog wrapped in his arms further beckoned his cock onward. Sammy, ever the light sleeper, woke when she felt James's member begin to poke her in the leg, but she didn't move from her friend's loving embrace. He moaned her name again. His glistening cock was quickly emerging from his sheath and, failing to find purchase anywhere, James began to shift his body around. A few unsuccessful attempts later, his body finally found what it wanted.

	The pointed tip of his glistening cock poked against the soft Y-shape of Sammy's lips. Sammy wasn't sure what to make of this, but she didn't move from the embrace. James involuntarily moved forward toward the new-found pleasure. He could feel the warmth against his tip and his dream reflected this.

	His shaft had now almost fully emerged from his sheath, both in the dream and out of it. He pushed his hips forward again. The tip of his cock parted the lips of Sammy's pussy and the precum he was leaking helped lubricate the entrance. She gave a pleasured sigh as she felt the warm cock begin to enter her. The wonderful sensation of heat surrounding James only increased as he moved forward and he continued to push farther and farther in. Sammy placed a few licks on the arm wrapped around her. She was certainly enjoying this new sensation, and clearly, so was James.

	James pushed until he could no longer go any farther, his knot pressed up against Sammy's lips. He dreamed that Sammy was taking his cock into her muzzle and sucking on him. The heat around his shaft caused his body to begin thrusting to further heighten the sensation. He withdrew from Sammy and pounded into her again, the rhythmic motion pleasuring every inch of him. Sammy began to pant softly as James pumped in and out of her. He was hitting all the right places inside of her and Sammy was getting close to her own orgasm.

	Through the fog of his dream, James could feel his own orgasm beginning to build as well. He picked up his pace and thrust harder against the warm muzzle surrounding his cock in the dream. The panting from Sammy had grown more pronounced and began to pull James from his sleep.

	James breathed raggedly as his body gave a final few thrusts and he pushed himself forward with more force. His knot popped inside Sammy right as James finally awoke. Before he could so much as react to what he had been doing to Sammy, his orgasm hit.

	"Sammy!" James moaned aloud as he began to pump the tight German Shepherd full of cum. Sammy's orgasm hit at the same moment and her inner walls clamped down repeatedly against his cock, milking him into her. James could feel his cock pulsing forcefully inside the heated confines of his dog. He gripped onto her in his arms as they both rode out the incredible sensations.

	He was coming to his senses again after their orgasms had died down. The confusing wave of emotions began to come seeping back into his mind. He had just had sex with his dog! That was definitely wrong, wasn't it? A soft lick on his cheek popped him back to the moment at hand. Before him, still wrapped in his arms, Sammy stared back at him with a look that he could hardly describe. It was a look of love and the same desire he was feeling. The shame that he felt vanished. He pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. What yesterday may have disgusted him, he was now embracing wholeheartedly. The two shared a passionate kiss, still tied together beneath the sheets. They remained so until they both gently drifted off to a deep sleep.