Dogman Stories Novels & Stories

“Bullshit reasoning! I pay to keep a dog, not to let it boss me around or get myself mauled. There’s no ‘logic’ here—if a dog bites people, it’s wrong. Period!” Xena was momentarily speechless. “You…!” She quickly regained her composure and snapped back. “Don’t change the subject! I’m streaming today because Kate Lincoln abused her dog. I’ve seen that dog myself—it’s the sweetest thing!” “Hahaha!” Dogman suddenly burst into laughter, leaving the livestream chat flooded with question marks. After his laughter subsided, he said mockingly. “Sweet? Folks, don’t let this chick fool you. I’m Dogman—I’ve never taken in a so-called ‘sweet’ dog.

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

I had to listen to them or else that would be rude. “Yes. Let me tell you a story about my dog. His name is Dody. We found him on a rainy night when my brother Luciano and I were coming home back. I saw him and brother Luciano rescued him and we went to the hospital and saved his life. Since then, Dody has been with me. He is my best friend,” Adelina narrated and I praised his kindness.

He really thought this is the right time to cheat on Mom with a maid, huh? They were in doggy style. Samantha's face showed the pleasure she felt as she fucked my dad. Dad was all over her behind while he slapped her ass hard. "Your pussy tastes so good, Samantha! Ohhh. It feels so good to put cum inside." Dad said, shivering. I couldn't hold back anymore and I pulled out my extremely hard cock. I looked back at Samantha who was moaning from my father's cock. This fucking slut. She even fucked my father, huh? It seems like this is the first time I've seen her get fucked like that.

‘Err, Hi General, er sorry to disturb you both, it's just, well, my friends and I were wondering’ Jack smiled encouragingly, ‘You want to know about the dogs?’ The young man sat down his face alight with interest, ‘So they are dogs?’ He asked and I turned my bright blue eyes to him and stood up shaking out my thick silky fur, ‘They are Wolf/Dogs, hybrids, half Wolf half German Shepherd, bred for their immense strength and incredible intelligence, I knew what was coming Jack loved to show off. ‘Would you guys like a demonstration? It would do them good to stretch their legs’

Dante answered, a smile on his face as he thought of Camilla. "that's exactly how I feel about Dracaryx, I don't know if it's the whole fated mate thingy? But i feel that way about him" Valerie replied. "Wow! We Russo's sure have funny love stories, I fell in love with the girl I bought from an auction, you fell in love with the man who captured you and tortured you. Geremia, you are our only hope for a normal love story" Dante told Geremia. "I will do my very best" Geremia replied.

My heart galloped like a mother trucking horse as the image of a dog that spat lava entered my mind. I've never seen a Hellhound before but from what I've heard, they were ferocious beasts whose talons could slice through an iron door and canines could rip through a rocket ship. They had the ability to make themselves vanish before their prey's eyes, becoming invisible. At first, I thought it was an exaggeration of course cause let's be real. Why the hell would a dog want to chew a rocket ship? It's ridiculous. But when I was in high school, I stumbled upon a book of demons that showed me the image of how a true hellhound looked.

A woman came home from shopping to find her Doberman dog choking on something. She quickly put him in the car and rushed him to the vet. The vet told her to go home while he operated to remove whatever was lodged in the dog's windpipe, and he'd call her when she could pick up her pet. The woman hadn't been home for long when the vet called and told her in a calm but urgent voice to get out of her house immediately, and that he'd come by to explain in a few minutes. From her neighbour's window she saw the vet arrive with several police cars, and she ran out to see if her dog was all right and to see what was going on. As the police ran into her house, the vet told her what her loving pet had

Do what must have happened to the woman and her Dog? “I wish I knew, but maybe something's better left I'm in suspense,” I say as I shrug the thoughts off. “Anyways do you have any other funny stories” Iskander who seemed to have enjoyed the dog story asked raising his eyes like a puppy? “None I can remember for now” I reply putting on a fake sad expression.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown