It was a beautiful but hot summer day in the upper middle class neighborhood of Springville. AC units worked on overdrive but none were able to keep the citizens sufficiently cool in the unforgiving heat, especially not Clifford, Clifford the Big Red Dog.
Clifford was trying desperately to find some relief from the scalding weather. He tried dipping in the city lake but even the water seemed almost boiling hot from the blazing sun.
It was when Clifford was taking the long trek back to town that he finely found his distraction. That distraction coming from a 6'3" tree that gently caressed his groin when her was stepping over it.
Clifford didn't know what to do. He was just an unneutered pup of 5 months, his owner not wanting to cough up the money to "fix" him. What was he to do? The sensation of the tree was exhilarating. Clifford could feel every nerve in his body tingle. After this moment Clifford felt another sensuous feeling come over the Big Red Dog; arousal.
The 6'3" tree was more than just a tree now. It was a companion. Clifford sniffed at its branches and licked its leaves. Not an unusual canine greeting, but he had never wanted to know a tree quite as much as he wanted to know this one.
Because it was a hot scalding day, Clifford had drunk a lot of water. He felt the urge to go. Only instead of a fire hydrant, it was the tree that he wanted to mark. And, he was still aroused.
The wetness of this newly marked tree only made the gliding of his pink length across it that much more satisfying. His breath became ragged as his pace increased. The violent ruffing and cracking of the tree could probably be heard for miles. But Clifford didn't care. He was just focused on his sweet release.
Suddenly the ground beneath seemed to tremble and his movements grew erratic. Then euphoria hit him as his hot white secretion left puddles on the ground.
Clifford decided that the white substance was a delicious mix of salty and sweet and must be shared with the townspeople, but this time he would rub up against something different…something human.
Clifford trotted into town square and began to bark. The townspeople came over to check out what was going on. They all looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary except for the Big Red Dog climbing onto the top of his owner, his young friend. "What is he doing," shouted a random citizen.
They all knew what Clifford was doing to the girl. No one moved, they all just stopped and stared at the dog fiercely rubbing his penis against the girl's face.
Clifford only stopped when Emily commanded he heel. He whimpered, but moved away.
Though he was sad, he felt immensely satisfied. His scent was all over Emily Elizabeth and it was the ultimate mark of love and possession a dog could give their master. He didn't understand why she was upset, but he knew she would forgive him. She always did.
