Summer Shorts 6: Summer Shorts, #6

By Huck Pilgrim

Short stories that trace the private lives of residents drawn to a small town named Carnal. This is the sixth volume, the magical realism issue.  A young woman walks through the park on a leash. She is eighteen, lean, and nude. Her leash is short. She has a terrible secret. Becoming a human pet is her last good chance for a satisfying life. Meanwhile, another girl trapped in a small town discovers she can walk in dreams, but then she wakes up in a nightmare. Finally, an American man on business in Japan discovers the limits of his own imagination.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Huck Pilgrim Presents
• Release date: Oct 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393388746

Huck Pilgrim

Huck Pilgrim has lived on the streets of New York City, in a communal home for Christians, and on an American submarine out of San Diego. He has washed dishes, made costumed helium balloon deliveries, and robbed designer jeans from department stores. Huck writes gritty stories about submission, blackmail, and coercion. Occasionally he tosses a hand grenade of action and adventure into the mix. Huck's stories are vivid fantasies, exploring the darker sides of submission and exposure. In Huck's stories, the mousy girl becomes suddenly bold and capable, often discovering the hidden slut inside her. The men are handsome, hard-bitten, and cruel, enjoying all manner of debauchery. Follow Huck Pilgrim's latest releases by joining his mailing list. http://huckpilgrim.com/news Contact Huck at [e-mail]

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Summer Shorts 6

By Huck Pilgrim

Huck Pilgrim Presents

Summer Shorts 6 © October 2020

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Huck Pilgrim

First Edition, May 2018

Cover design © 2018 by James, GoOnWrite.com

Editing: Huck Pilgrim

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Summer Shorts 6

In a small town somewhere in the USA . . .

A girl becomes the pet of a wealthy family. Her first day, the son whistles her into his bedroom and puts his cock in her mouth. Later, mom enjoys humiliating the pet, fingering her ass on the patio and then making her wet herself in public. If everyone agrees she's a good fit, the head of the house will take her in the backyard and fuck her, breeding a whole new generation of pets for his family. Meanwhile, another girl discovers she has the power to inhabit her dreams, but these dreams are dirty and raw. In one, her father fucks her, then films her with a gang of well-hung, black men. Finally, on a hellish Japanese commuter train, an American man dominates an innocent schoolgirl, simply because he can.

Welcome to Carnal, the little town with the most wicked stories.

Bailey, the Family Pet

1

Bailey woke, the scent of something in the backyard strong in her head.

Rabbit? Squirrel? Her stomach did a slow lazy roll and she fought to keep the nausea at bay. She got an unnerving image of herself using her teeth to tear into the flesh of some tiny creature. The hormone shots were working, but not as fast as she’d hoped.

Bailey rose to all fours.

The mat she slept on still held a faint odor of the last pet. A female. Fertile. Eighteen, the same age as Bailey. She straightened her arms and lowered her hips in a silent but satisfying back stretch. It was dawn, the rest of the house still asleep. Bailey laid her cheek against the soft sleep mat, its dark wispy hairs tickling her nose. She let her mind wander to the bitch that’d slept on it before. What had happened to her? Where was she now? A sinking feeling rose up in Bailey.

Scrambling to her feet, Bailey whimpered. It was a soft, insistent noise that she didn’t realize she was making. She caught a glimpse of herself in the backroom mirror and the mewling caught in her throat. She was completely nude, tall and with a swimmer’s lean body. Yesterday the groomers had given her hair a layered razor cut and color. Her long blonde tresses were gone and now she sported a pink and apricot bob. They’d also given her a deep muscle massage, as it was the surest way to quicken the effect of the hormones required to make her a human pet.

Bailey craved the attention—the adulation—she received as a pet. Here at the Williams’ house, she got that in spades. She turned to admire her backside.

The stylist had trimmed, painted and polished the nails on her hands and feet. They’d also woven colorful beads into her hair, oiled her skin, and shaved her pubic patch into the shape of a heart. When the groomer led her out to present his work, Warren made a satisfied animal noise in his throat and commented first on her mons.

Nice touch, he said, clipping on Bailey’s leash.

Even without her heightened sense of smell, Bailey could tell Warren was aroused. She felt it too. She wondered if it was purely the work of the hormones. After all, she’d known Warren Williams since she’d first begun swimming at Brynmoore Club as a child. He had silver hair, a square chin, and the sculpted body of a Marine. He was also one of the wealthiest parents in a club noted for its wealthy members. But he wasn’t Mr. Williams or Warren to her anymore. Now he was Master Warren. When his eyes dropped to her crotch and the corner of his mouth turned up, her response was physical and immediate. The folds in her pussy grew moist and the color rose in her face and neck. Nothing like that had ever happened in all the years she’d swum at the club. Just thinking about it now made her nipples tingle.

Bailey padded through the big house to the hall outside Warren’s bedroom. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she gazed at the door knob. It was considered bad form for a human pet to use her thumbs. If the door had been ajar, Bailey could have slipped inside and curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. As it was, Bailey slid to the floor and stared at the ceiling with her hand between her legs.

The door on the other side of the hall opened. Bailey remained immobile, only her eyes tracking movement. It was Brian, Warren’s son.

Bailey, Brian whispered. Come girl.

Bailey raised her head.

Brian was a legend at the club. He left for a tour of duty about the same time Bailey joined the club. He came back a few years later, forever changed. Silent. Images of desert warfare tattooed on his arms and chest. He never rejoined the team, but instead swam laps endlessly.

Come, he whispered.

Bailey got to her feet. He had a wild, unpredictable scent that made a current of electric juice pulse through her body.

She padded to his door.

He grinned, brilliant white teeth. He wore pajama bottoms and no shirt. His muscular chest was covered with a fine mesh of curly dark hair.

Good girl, he whispered. Petting her head, he slipped a salty meat treat into her mouth and let his fingers linger. Bailey gobbled it up, licking the salty taste from his fingers. He gave her another and then scratched her affectionately between her breasts. His fingers passed lightly over her hard nipples. Bailey felt the air leave her lungs.

He led her into his room and softly closed the door. Kneel, Bailey. He whispered. Kneel.

Bailey cut her eyes to the door.

The sex scent in this room was strong. So strong she felt certain Warren would smell it. How could he not? If he did, would it bring him barreling through the door, snarling and ready to attack. Bailey thought of the young bitch whose scent filled her sleep mat.

Brian used his finger to move her chin. He had a wolfish look in his eyes. Kneel, he commanded, his voice low and cool.

Bailey’s legs felt weak. Holding onto his hips, she lowered herself to her knees.

Good girl, he said. He patted her head and put two more treats into her mouth.

The treats made her salivate. Bailey sucked the salt from them to bolster her courage. He lowered his pajama waistband. The hair on his chest went all the way down and surrounded his cock. Taking it in his hand, he gave himself a quick pump. It was already fat and hard, with a slick round head. Bailey swallowed what was in her mouth and licked her lips.

He rubbed his fingers over the head, then pressed his big pink helmet against her lips. Bailey licked the meaty treat taste from his cock. He made a soft groan. Putting both his hands on her head, he tugged her close, filling her mouth with his cock.

He gave a deep sigh.

Bailey melted with pride at the sound of his moans. Communication was the single great challenge of being a pet. The hormones took away the power of speech almost immediately, leaving human pets with the ability to make only the most rudimentary sounds. Bailey mewled and whimpered to show her satisfaction. The cock was large and hard and fulfilling, and best of all it was attached to a man making contented noises of approval. Bailey squeezed her thighs together and whimpered around the fat cock stuffed in her mouth.

Bailey, Brian hissed. Taking a handful of her hair in his hand, Brian yanked her head back so hard tears filled the young girl’s eyes.

Brian’s eyes were on the door. Shush.

Shoving his tip of his cock back into her mouth, Brian stroked himself. Bailey held onto his thighs. His fist feather-kissed her lips with each pump. The big advantage of human pets was the speed with which they could bounce back from disapproval. Cupping his ball sack with one hand, Bailey worked her other hand around his shaft at the very base. This was arguably the most legitimate use of thumbs for any pet. Bailey knew it and raised her eyes to gauge his satisfaction. Putting his fists on his hips, he watched her intensely.

She pumped his cock. Massaged his balls.

He gripped her head tightly and filled her mouth with salty semen. Bailey knew from her former life as a girl to continue stroking his cock as the jets of warm cum squirted into her mouth. Soon he stilled her hand, taking his cock from her.

He squatted to look in her eyes. Swallow, he said.

Bailey swallowed.

Ahh, he said with delight. Good girl!

Brian stood, stroking her cheek. Reaching into his pocket, he stuffed half a dozen salty meat treats into Bailey’s mouth. Helping her to her feet, he cooed words of praise and comfort. Bailey glowed with satisfaction.

He put his hand into the small of her back and herded her into the hall. The door thudded softly into its jamb. Bailey spit the meat treats into her hand. It was her favorite treat, but on top of his salty load of semen, it was just too much for her. Hiding them under the hallway runner for later, she padded to her big water