Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

He got up and ran towards me while I lay and as he leaped, I pushed him using my hind legs and he crashed to the ground. I swiftly got up and lunged towards him. My claws digging into the dirt and when he turned to look at me. I scratched his eyes and one went along with my claws as I pulled away. I raised my claws to finish him but before I could, I was tackled to my side yet again but this one managed to grab the scruff of my neck and sharpness of his fangs were buried deep and I felt blood gush out making me whine in pain before gritting my teeth.

With a lowered head, her malicious glare remains fixated upon me as she closes in for another round. With a fearless growl, Aubrey lunges forward in a manic craze. Her jaw opens wide as she aims for my arm, her teeth exposed as they snap mechanically closed. As her mouth makes impact, she clamps down on the caught flesh within her grasp and begins to shake her head repetitively. A sharp yelp escapes my lips as Aubrey tears her way through my exposed flesh, a steady flow of crimson blood soaking my once clean fur as it oozes from my wounds, dripping down her chin and onto the mud-bed floor beneath.

She saw drops of her blood on the ground, so dark it was almost black. “Help!” she screamed. “Help me!” She licked the dog with her other door so it would release her. She was feeling numb in a bad way and her stomach churned. It was very painful and her vision was going black. She kept kicking and the dog grunted and bit harder. She was sure that her foot would be bitten off. It couldn’t still be attached to her leg. She kicked and screamed and then heard a loud gunshot. It was so loud that she thought she heard it in her head. She blinked for a few seconds. The dog was no longer moving. It was a heap of fur at her feet.

They move slower, and aren't as coordinated. Slowly, the dog sticks its head around the end of the aisle and spots me. It's a boxer, and his muzzle is red with fresh blood. As I'm watching, he slowly licks his chops and bares his teeth in a loud snarl. The muscles of his legs bunch up, and I tighten my grip on the bat. I don't like the idea of killing a dog that's just trying to survive, same as me, but only one of us is going to leave this store alive, and it has to be me. I don't want to do this, but I will.

An acknowledgment of my unexpected enthusiasm. I swung around, paws digging into the earth for assistance, and lunged again. This time, my teeth found fur, clamping down on the flesh of his flank. I tasted blood, and for a moment, the bitterness mixed with a sense of grim satisfaction. But then his body twisted, his legs kicking out in a powerful sweep that knocked me off balance. I skidded across the sandy ground, hot, stinging sensations shooting up from my paws. Rising, I shook off the discomfort, refocusing on Clay. He was panting now, his fur matted in places.

Kicking up dirt, my claws digging in with each heavy thud of my paws as we run towards him. We clash. Celeste bites down on his throat and, with a growl, pulls his skin as it tears and he whines before kicking us away. A flap of skin hangs as he bleeds all over the dirt floor. She snarls again and gets up before she whines and I begin to pant. “No, it isn’t time.” I say when I feel the pain in my very core as I begin to phase in and out of Celeste. When I shift back when he chuckles.

I whispered in his ear, hoping to calm him down. Hesitantly, I leaned forward to see the state of the other rotter. I saw him sprawled on the landing, his clothes torn and blood pouring from his chest, but he was still breathing. I decided the punishment had been enough for today, so I tightened my grip on my canine friend while stroking him under the chin. I scratched him as best I could to get his attention and keep him from skinning my attacker.

His neck… Realization washes over me. The mating frenzy. Those waves of pain will only fully go away when our bond is sealed, but if I can get myself closer, they might stop for a while. Derek uses Julian’s distraction to dart in, slashing at Julian’s side with one paw. Julian moves to the right just enough for Derek’s claws to rake across his side rather than ripping open his stomach. Julian yelps, and more blood wells up on his fur as four furrows open over his ribs. Derek prances backward, tail up, and a smug doggy grin on his face.

I lunged forward. He dodged me with cat-like grace and then lunged at me again. He swang his paw at my face and scratched one of my eyes. I roared in pain and backed away. Blood streamed down my face as I tried to regain my composure. I could feel my eye throbbing, and my vision was blurred. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision, but it didn't help much.

It cried out in pain as Ahmes dug her paws into the dirt, pulling back as hard as we could, trying to knock it over. The beast swung its claws at us, striking her right across the left side of her face. Ahmes let go with a yelp. Blood clouding her vision. The pain of the strike stinging with whatever filth was in the beast's claws. "Get up, get up, get up," I screamed as the beast charged at us once again. Its mouth hanging wide open, saliva dripping from its teeth. Its long skeleton-like hand gripped her hind leg. Ahmes growled and snapped at it viciously.