The Dog Story

I don't know how I feel about this story, I may revise it later.

Here I am, working day in and day out packing shelves in some small town in Northwest Connecticut. This is truly a dead-end job in a nowhere place, but working at the Country Grocer has its perks. The people are great and the other employees are a riot to work with. Even the occasional customer has a story to brighten my day. One of these customers goes by the name Chris, and he’s earned himself quite the reputation around town. Chris always has some new girl hanging of his arm at least two years younger than himself, and his strange magnetism for little girls makes him last guy you’d want your daughter dragging home.

Chris came into the store the other day looking for something or other, and he recognized me among the shelves. We lamented the time spent in the crucible of high school shaping the horrible experiments which will ultimately become our lives. I felt something lacking about Chris as we talked, and before long I noticed he didn’t have the usual girlfriend. I brought my concern of the matter to Chris and he hushed me, pushing in close and telling me he and his latest girl took a few much needed days away from one another.

I asked what happened and his response was simple, “The Dog Story.”

What he told me then is a tale not for the decent or faint of heart. Just two weeks prior Chris convinced some young girl the world didn’t treat her the way a goddess such as herself should be treated, and that he wanted to show her how great she was. She must have swooned at the idea because she invited him to her home while her parents were out. Chris sauntered over to the lovely Karen’s house and was let in by the excited and willing girl.

Chris by this time made his first move, suggesting the party move to a more intimate location, namely Karen’s bedroom. The girl complied, bouncing up the stairs and bounding down the hall towards her private temple. The two settled close together on the pink for poster bed, and they got to know one another. As the two went kissed Chris suggested Karen take off her clothes which hid her beautiful body, so the girl threw her clothes off in a tizzy and they strewn the floor as soon as Chris finished his sentence. Karen spun around; standing so as to accentuate her curves yet kept her arms over her front retaining some modesty.

Chris smiled as he told Karen, “You’re coming in quite nicely.”

She giggled and danced around the room while Chris watched this divine show. He grew tired of his jacket, so he discarded it. The same with his shirt and pants until all that remained were his socks and underwear. Karen both didn’t notice or mind her audience’s transformation and continued on with her dance. Unable to remain a petty bystander, Chris rose and beaconed for the girl to come over to him. He whispered in her ear that she was so unique and wonderful that he wanted to do something special with her.

She cooed, “What?”

Chris responded, “Anal.”

Karen was a little disappointed and very much confused by the suggestion. She told Chris she’d never done it before and was too afraid to try. He told her there was nothing to be afraid of and promised her it would feel great. Karen had a hard time saying no, how could she refuse the requests of the worshiper come to pray at her alter? She gave her blessing and asked Chris what should next be done. Chris caressed Karen’s shoulders and guided her onto the bed. Following the necessary preparations and gentle prompting from Chris, the two got into their respective positions and got on with it.

Shortly into their romp Karen winced in pain and complained about her role in the whole affair. Chris reminded Karen the best was yet to come and on he continued. As she braved the experience as best she could, Karen felt something sink deep inside her. She jerked and tightened, upsetting Chris.

He made a sound as if to speak, but Karen cut him off with a terse, “Shit.”

Chris asked, “What?”

The girl screamed at him, “Pull out! Pull out!”

So he did, and along with Chris’s exit came a gush of excrement, a flood that washed over Chris, his member, and the bed. The girl jumped out of bed in a panic and belted down the hall towards the bathroom, spraying all over the carpets. Karen shut herself in the bathroom as Chris surveyed the devastation. With only a few short hours to clean before Karen’s parents returned Chris set to work. He stripped the bed of its sheets and covers, hauling them to the washer and throwing them in. He then found a sponge and collected a bucket of soap water, bringing it to the hall with the stained carpet.

Chris scrubbed the carpet for a long time, but he only managed to drive the brown sludge deeper into the carpet. After awhile Karen reemerged from the bathroom freshly showered and wrapped in towels, marching past Chris neither acknowledged the other. Karen shut the door behind her, and as Chris continued his futile cleaning the puttering of an idling car engine echoed from outside followed by the slamming of car doors and the sound of the car engine dying. Karen’s parents returned home early.

Karen burst through the door of her room and told Chris, “Hide!”

Chris dove into the nearest closet and held his breath as Karen’s father announced their return and asked if everything was alright. The daughter didn’t answer, and the fall of each of the father’s footsteps approaching Karen’s room counted down to her and Chris’s eventual doom. The father reached the top of the stairs near the closet with Chris hiding and stopped dead. For a moment there was complete silence.
With a sudden burst of force the father exploded, demanding to know what happened to his carpets, blasting out at the brown stains dug in the once pristine white. Karen sobbed and Chris bit his tongue, but Karen caught herself and said to her father, “It was . . . it was the dog that did it. He’s sick. I don’t know how it happened, but I tried to clean it up, I really did.”

The father took a deep breath and calmed down, demanding to see the dog in a reasoned tone. The animal managed to slip into Karen’s room following the debacle and found itself a place on the girl’s bed, right on top of a large brown stain on the bare mattress. The dog yelped in confusion as the father yanked it from its rest and dragged it outside. The rest of the family followed, allowing Chris the opportunity to escape through the back and steal towards home.

Just as he gets through his own door thinking he’s safe, Chris receives a phone call from Karen summoning him to the town vet, of all places. Karen threatens to tell her father the truth if Chris doesn’t show up, so he obliges reluctantly. Upon arriving at the vet, Chris is met by the imposing and unhappy father, who asks his daughter why this scum showed up.

The daughter answers flatly, “Moral support”

Both Chris and the father took Karen’s words at face value, but I don’t think the father needed worry about it and Chris shouldn’t flatter himself. From the sound of it Karen wanted Chris to see his folly come to fruition and continue the farce to the bitter end. Chris asked what was going on, so Karen told him her father, in a fit of rage, decided the best and only solution to the dog’s mess was to put the animal down for good.

Karen told her father as he handed the dog to the vet, “Chris and I want to watch.”

Chris pulled away at the suggestion but Karen glared at him, silently threatening the truth, so Chris gave in. The father tried to intervene but Karen insisted, “I grew up with Charlie and I can just let him die alone. Don’t worry about me.”

Karen takes Chris by the hand as the father wrangles with the vet, managing entry for the two teens. They watch as the vet tranquilizes the confused animal, administering the drug the puts it to sleep for good punishing the dog for its phantom illness. Karen squeezes Chris’s hand to much for comfort as they exit the vet clinic. Karen’s father picks up on his daughter’s frustration and offers to get her a new puppy, asking her to think up a new name on the way home. The group reaches the car, abandoning Chris by the side of the road, Karen only giving him a terse, “Goodbye.”

The car sped off and Chris stood for a moment before walking down the street in the other direction. I told Chris his story didn’t sound good and that he probably won’t be seeing Karen again. Chris told me not to sweat it, smiled and left me to my work, never losing his smile. I sometimes wonder how someone so stupid can continue to outsmart so many different girls, but he manages.