<strong>Starshine, making her way across the poolside gardens with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe</strong><br/><br/>I’d realized that heavily aroused smell that was burning at my senses was my own,  shortly after Sophia took me out of the cage.  I could still smell me as I toddled behind her with a eerie sort of ease.  I tried not to think about it though, as it quickly became a sinking feeling deep within my stomach, especially as I wondered idly what it would be like if I tried to stand up.  It was enough to send a shiver down my spine as we passed the smells of cleaning liquids, wet fur, and other of course, Sophia’s wafting odour and reached the doorway into the outdoors.<br/><br/>I’d always wondered what a punch in the face would feel like, I imagined it was something close to this sensation Sophia stepped into the brilliant daylight, with a warm sun sinking directly onto the naked skin of my back and shoulders, and my curving bottom that was constantly tickled and brushed by a tail that was now happily swaying behind me.<br/><br/>My bodies first reaction was to let out a wet sneeze onto the grass that smelled of urine and sex, and other things I cared not to linger my thoughts on.  Sophia - oh - I’d named her that, because of her mature European decent, she was very beautiful, though the most of what I saw during our little trip ended up behind her perfectly curving bottom swaying in front of me - and the backs of her long legs - especially as I’d become distracted and accidentally bump into them.<br/><br/>I was very much off in my own little world of smells, sights and sounds that I hadn’t noticed or at least, immediately paid attention to the other ‘dogs’ that were wondering about.  I’d learned ignore them when I was --  “Amanda!” I whispered to myself, rather keenly happy at my relative focus to recall my name, that apparently wasn’t my name anymore.  Starshine seemed a little silly, I wasn’t a pony - though I like it when Sophia called me Star.<br/><br/>Chelsey’s boy friend was a huge dog, like a doberman, though slightly overweight. I imagined he spent most of his time waiting for her to come home from her adventures.  Though, our television set was relatively small so it was hard to judge the big he was until the Alsatian snuck up behind me and started sniffing at my wet thighs and cunt.<br/><br/>I remember a squeal of surprise spilling outward, as I twisted and my face undoubtedly felt like it was flushing a dark shade.  At the same time, I couldn’t help but look back at the cock left dangling lewdly between his legs as he pulled against his owners arm. I felt my ears tuck down against the top of my head, and thought immediately of the question that Sophia had posed toward me earlier.<br/><em><br/>“How do you feel about being taken by another dog?”</em><br/><br/>Before I could even wet myself out of fear of the impending rape, Sophia had simply ushered us along.  I had tried thinking of the question again, but all that came to mind was a dark hallway and the door to the living room.<br/><br/>In the end, I was happy to be out of the main field, after my first encounter, my heart was racing a little too much.  I’d started asking myself how many of those being dragged around on leash had wanted to be here.  I wondered - for a moment, if anyone had ever wanted to.<br/><br/>It was a strange thought.