Chapter 2 - Love Dog

"Come on, Spencer, he really likes you," Glen begged his sister as they walked up the long dirt road that led to their house. For some, unfathomable, reason Daniel Wilkes had taken quite a shine to Spencer, which worked out great for Glen because he had a crush on Daniel's sister. So Danny had made him a deal, if Glen could convince Spencer to go out on a date with Danny, Danny would put in a good word with his sister for Glen. It was a foolproof plan, and yet…

"I don't care, Glen. I am not going out with Danny Wilkes," Spencer practically growled. It was bad enough that the aforementioned basketball player wouldn't stop staring at her on the bus ride home and now he was getting her brother to do his dirty work. Danny Wilkes had future stalker material written all over him. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop trying to pimp me out to your basketball buddies."

"Why? It's not like you're going to get a date anywhere else," he snarked, opening the front door to his home. The siblings stopped in their tracks as the mouth-watering smell of roast lamb hit them full force.

"It's not Sunday, is it?" he mumbled dumbly. Although having a roast on Sunday's was a Carlin family tradition, having it during the week was always reserved for the occasions when their parents wanted to soften the blow of bad news. The last time they'd had a roast during the week, Paula had announced that their Grandma Spencer was coming to stay with them for a whole month.

"We were just at school, Glen," Spencer reminded her brother.

"Kids? Can you come in here for a minute," their mother called from the living room. The siblings exchanged worried looks and skulked into the living room to find Paula sitting and their father standing, holding one end of a leash that was attached to the dog collar being worn by the young girl who was sitting at his feet, tugging at the scrubs shirt she had been forced into wearing with her teeth.

Hot naked girl!
Spencer recognized the girl instantly. While her brother's thought ran more along the lines of Oh God, they're so going to start talking about their secretly kinky sex life! I'm gonna puke.

"Uh, Dad, what's with the whole…" Glen gestured to the whole bondage set up.

"I'll explain everything in a moment. First, I'd like you two to introduce yourselves to Ashley. When you do, hold your hand out in a fist in front you, let her learn your scent," Arthur instructed. He knew that within a wolf pack, smell was the primary sense used to identify it's members. "Glen, why don't you go first."

Okay, this is freaky beyond the telling of it. Glen shuddered in disgust and reluctantly approached the girl. "Hey, I'm Glen," he said flatly. This is so stupid.

Ashley cautiously sniffed his outstretched hand, then turned her face away in disinterest.

"Uhh," Glen uttered, unsure of what to do next.

"Go and sit with your mother," Arthur told his confused son. "Spence, come here."

She's even prettier up close,
Spencer thought as she approached, willing her palms not to sweat. The nurses had cut off the unsalvageable parts of Ashley 's hair, leaving her with tussled, shoulder length locks that still needed some untangling. She even looks good in scrubs. Nobody looks good in scrubs. "H-Hi, I'm Spencer," she stuttered, getting flustered as she remembered exactly what was under those scrubs.

Ashley brightened, recognizing the girls delicious scent from the day before. Arthur thought that if she had a tail, it would be wagging. Ashley was sniffing Spencer's hand, trying to take in as much of her scent as she could, when her another overwhelmingly intoxicating smell flooded her senses and made her head swim. She wanted more, so Ashley lunged forward, burying her face in the source.

Spencer yelped and went bright red when Ashley unexpectedly started nuzzling her face into her crotch. As enjoyable as the feeling was, this so was not the way she wanted to come out to her family. She stumbled back, away from Ashley, clearing her throat frantically.

Ashley let out a whine and tried to follow her but was stopped by Arthur tugging back on her leash.

"Shut up, Glen," Spencer hissed at her snickering brother as she joined him and her mother on the couch,

"I think she likes you."

This time Spencer just punched him in the arm.

"Spencer, don't hit your brother," chided Paula.

"He started it!"

"Children," Arthur said warningly, noticing Ashley starting to become agitated by all the yelling. "Now I suppose you're wondering what's going on."

"I don't think I want to know," mumbled Glen.

"Yesterday, when Spencer…had her accident, she mentioned to me about there being a girl with the wolves."

"You didn't say anything about it to me." Paula frowned, wondering why her daughter hadn't confided in her.

Spencer shrugged sheepishly. "I thought you'd think I was seeing things."

"And today, park rangers were attempting to relocate a pack of wolves that have been terrorizing local farmers. They tracked the wolves back to their den and that's where they found Ashley."

"Wait, so she was living with the wolves?" Glen asked. "That's awesome!" Arthur looked pointedly at his son. "Or not."

"We believe that Ashley has been living with them since she was a child. And now she's going to be staying with us for a while. Don't worry, you're perfectly safe around her. Unless she's provoked, she appears to be rather harmless. What we hope is that by simply interacting with people, she'll pick up more human characteristics."

"So, she's going to be living with us?" Spencer asked, trying not to giveaway how excited she was.

"That's right." Arthur paused, pondering how to phrase his next question. "Now we're going to need someone to help Ashley with her grooming-"

"Like brushing her hair?"

"Yes, and bathing-"

Glen's hand shot up. "I'll do it!"

Arthur chuckled . "I don't think it would be appropriate for either of us to do it, Glen. Spencer, you're the one she seems to be the most comfortable with, how do you feel about doing it?"

Yes! Yes! Yes! "Um, I suppose I could give it a try," she said cooly.

"Good. They gave her a scrub down at the hospital but I'm thinking that a bath after dinner wouldn't go astray."

Spencer looked at Ashley who's eyes hadn't once strayed from the blonde. Oh fuck yes. "Okay."

"Alright, now I'm going to let her off the leash. It's important that we don't overwhelm her with attention and that she acclimatizes to her new surroundings at her own pace. So unless she approaches you, just pretend that she isn't here. Any questions?"

"What do we do if she starts humping Spencer's leg?"

"Glen!" Spencer squealed.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Glen," his mother said pointedly.

"What?" You didn't have to be a genius to see the way that the brunette was looking at Spencer. "It's a legitimate question!"

-

"Uh, dad, Ashley's eating the dog food," Glen informed his father, who was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner.

Arthur looked over to find Ashley chowing down on the kibble that was always left out for Lance during the day.

"Spencer," he called out, getting the attention of the girl who was setting the table. "Could you-"

Spencer nodded and set the stack of plates in her hands down on the table. "Ashley," she said sweetly. Instantly, she had the older girl's attention. "Come here."

Ashley obediently padded over to Spencer, happy to do whatever the blonde asked her to.

"That's not for you, Ash. It's for Lance. You get to eat with us now. You're going to be eating people food," Spencer explained. She stole a slice of the roast lamb that her father was carving up and held it out. "Here, taste it."

Ashley stuck her head forward and sniffed the meat cautiously then bit into it, tearing off a chunk.

"Good?" Spencer asked, smiling.

Ashley grunted, still chewing, and nodded her approval.

"Can she talk?" Glen asked, watching the exchange with great interest.

"Well," Arthur began, wiping his hands on a tea towel. "She was about five years old when she was taken, so she can understand most of what we're saying and she has a pretty basic vocabulary. But she hasn't spoken in so long that she probably finds it difficult to form words, let alone complete sentences. I hope that by spending time around us, she'll start speaking more."

"Cool." Glen gleefully began compiling a mental list of swear words he could teach Ashley.

"Don't even think about it," Paula warned, knowing exactly what was going on in her son's head.

"But-"

"No."

-

Dinner went well. As well as it could with one of the participants having to sit on the floor, at least. As usual, Paula had to leave for work straight after, leaving the cleaning up to the rest of the family.

Once that was done, Arthur retired to his study to re-read the Diary of Reverend Joseph Singh, confident that Ashley was in good hands with his children.

Ashley was content to sit with Lance and observe Spencer and Glen watching television.

"Spencer, the Cavs are playing," Glen complained as his sister commandeered the remote and flipped the channel over.

"Don't you get enough of baseball at school?"

"Basketball, Spencer. God."

Spencer just shrugged. She may have been a lesbian but she knew nothing about sports. "Whatever." She settled on a Gossip Girl repeat.

"Hell no." Glen snatched the remote out of his sister's hands to switch it back to the game.

"Glen!" Spencer tried to grab the remote back but Glen refused to let go. An impromptu wrestling session broke out between the siblings over the remote, as it did almost every night. But this not a normal night.

When Glen's watch scratched Spencer's neck as he put her into a headlock, causing the blonde to cry out in pain, Ashley reaction was instantaneous. Every muscle in her body tensed as she prepared to leap to Spencer's defence should Glen not back off. The two Carlin's froze as they heard Ashley's snarl.

"Dad!" Glen yelled, for the first time he was realizing what a danger the girl posed.

Arthur poked his head in from the study and was alarmed at what he saw. "Glen, let go of your sister and back away from her. Slowly."

Glen swallowed hard and did as his father instructed, feeling Ashley's eyes on him the whole time.

Keeping her predatory gaze on Glen, Ashley clambered up onto the couch beside Spencer. It wasn't until she was sure that the boy was no longer a threat, that she finally took her eyes off him and fixated on Spencer instead.

Spencer couldn't stop the moan from coming out of her mouth when Ashley started soothing the tiny scratch with her tongue. In fact, she very nearly orgasmed on the spot.

"Spencer?" her father called out. Spencer didn't even notice. "Spencer!"

Spencer jumped. "What?"

"Maybe this is a good time for you to give Ashley her bath."

"Okay!"

-

Ashley's naked body was even more enticing up close, although Spencer was trying her hardest not to look at her that way. Even though she was slightly on the malnourished side, Ashley wasn't skeletally thin by any means, but lean and wiry with defined muscles that had been enhanced through the constant exercise of running with her pack.

Stop looking at her boobs!
Spencer firmly instructed herself, as she massaged shampoo into Ashley's hair. Just keep your eyes on her face. Her pretty, pretty face.

While Spencer lusted over her, Ashley was having fun exploring the unfamiliar bathtub. Sniffing anything she could get her paws, er, hands on. She sniffed the opening of the shampoo bottle and sneezed as the pungently sweet smell of wildflowers assaulted her delicate nostrils. It made Spencer laugh, so she did it again and would've kept doing it, if Spencer hadn't taken the bottle away from her.

So Ashley busied herself with trying to drown the rubber duck that was floating in the water alongside her, getting frustrated when the yellow object wouldn't stay underwater. Just when Ashley was starting to think that this was so much better than playing in the creek, Spencer accidentally got shampoo in her eyes.

Ashley whimpered, blinking rapidly against the stinging pain as she teared up, not knowing what else to do.

"Crap!" Spencer exclaimed, realizing what she had done. "Sorry! I am so sorry. Here." She wiped Ashley face clean. "Better?"

Now that the pain was gone, Ashley hummed happily and went back to drowning the rubber duckie.

Spencer went about carefully rinsing the shampoo from Ashley's hair, contemplating the strange bond that she had formed with the feral girl. She wondered what if they'd met under different circumstances? What if Ashley had been raised by people instead of wolves? Would she have felt the same connection? Would they have ever met? Maybe this is fate, perhaps we were supposed to meet this way.

She looked up to find Ashley studying her curiously, and wondered if the brown eyed girl felt what she felt, or if Ashley was even capable of it.

"Since we're going to be spending a lot of time together, I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself," Spencer began, feeling foolish. She didn't even know if Ashley understood a word that was coming out of her mouth, despite what her father had said. "I'm sixteen, the same age as you, I think. I'm a junior at Sheridan High School and…and I'm gay. Wow, I've never actually said that out loud before," she rambled. Then she realized that if her vocabulary was limited to that of a five year old girl's, Ashley probably didn't even know what that meant. "It means that I like girls."

Ashley's face didn't hold a hint of anger or disgust, the reactions Spencer had always imagined she'd encounter once she finally came out. But how could it? Ashley hadn't been raised in a society that believed being gay was a sin.

Sensing Spencer's suddenly sombre mood, Ashley's gaze turned sympathetic and she tried to cheer the other girl up the only way she knew how, by licking her.

Spencer giggled nervously as Ashley lapped clumsily at her cheek. "You sure like licking, don't you?" As soon as she said it, her mind was in the gutter, imagining all the ways that Ashley's fondness for licking could be put to use. You are a bad person, Spencer Carlin. She could feel herself blushing again. "Uh, let's get you dried off."

-

It had taken some coaxing to get Ashley out of the tub but eventually, with the help of some leftover lamb from dinner, Spencer got her out and managed to rub her down with a towel, the best she could with her eyes closed. It was when it came time to put on the shirt and shorts that had been picked out for Ashley to sleep in that the trouble began.

Ashley hated clothes. Spencer didn't blame her, she guessed that if she had spent eleven years not wearing any then she would too. Although Ashley never showed even a hint of aggression towards the gentle blonde, she still did her best to make the job of clothing her a difficult one.

By the time Ashley was dressed, Spencer was exhausted. She flopped back on the tiled floor and watched Ashley try to tug the singlet, Spencer had just managed to get on her, off with her teeth. Suffice it to say that she wasn't having very much luck.

"I like your necklace," Spencer said, bringing the brunette's attention back to her. "Did your parents give it to you?"

"Daddy. Mine," Ashley's voice rumbled low in her chest. Spencer nearly fainted. Even her voice is sexy! This is so not fair.

Spencer reached forward and rubbed the tarnished metal between her fingers. "It's pretty."

"Spencer pretty."

It was like somebody set a flock of butterflies loose in Spencer's stomach and she knew that once again, she was blushing. "I,uh…I- we should go to my room…so I can brush your hair," she stuttered out, having a hard time thinking straight. Come on, Spencer, she said that you were pretty. It was hardly a declaration of love. Get a grip. You know that it would never work between the two of you, the rational part of her brain reminded her. Although it did work for Tarzan and Jane, Okay, maybe not so rational. You've gotta admit it would be hot.

"Shut up, brain," Spencer mumbled to herself, making Ashley frown at her. Is there any expression that doesn't look good on this girl? Spencer thought and then realized that there was one that she hadn't seen yet. She had never seen Ashley smile.

-

That night, Ashley slept soundly, curled up with Lance at the foot of Spencer's bed. The Carlins' had tried to get her to sleep in the bed in the guest bedroom but Ashley had found the hard floor and fluffy coat of their dog, far more comfortable than the unfamiliar softness of a mattress and blankets.

"We should get her a flea collar," Glen said, looking at Ashley who was still sleeping beside the large Husky even though the day was almost half over.

"Lance doesn't have fleas." Spencer turned away from her computer to frown at her brother.

"If you say so."

"What do you want, Glen?"

"Can I use your computer? Jason sent me this totally sweet video-"

"Why can't you just use your own?"

"Uh, it's not exactly working at the moment," Glen admitted, ducking his head.

"Let me guess, one too many videos from Jason?"

Glen grimaced. "Something like that."

"No."

"Spencer, come on, it's not like you're doing anything important."

"How would you know?" Spencer said defensively. "You've been in here for like five seconds."

"Fine. What were you doing that was so important?"

Spencer let out a long suffering sigh. "For your information, I'm doing research on wolves. I thought it might help us to understand Ashley better."

Glen walked over to Spencer and leant against the back of her chair. "You're looking up wolves on wikipedia, I'd hardly call that indepth research."

"I'm just getting started!" Spencer said in frustration. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? "Besides it has some information that already explains some things about her. Like that wolves are mostly nocturnal and sleep during the day, and that they mate for life-"

"What does them mating for life have to do with Ashley?" Glen asked in confusion.

Her behavior towards me for a start.
"Ahhh, nothing. I'm just saying that wikipedia is pretty helpful in this case, is all. It has a lot of information."

"Whatever," Glen sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn't going to be seeing Two Girls and A Pizza Delivery Guy, anytime soon. "Just hurry it up. Mom and Dad want us to have family time later."

"Oh God," Spencer groaned. "Not Scategories again."

Glen shook his head solemnly. "I heard something about watching a movie."

"Ew." The last movie they had all watched together during family time had been Air Bud 4 and that was just last week. For some reason their parents, or their mother at least, seemed to think that they were still ten years old.

"That's what I'm saying. So can I please-"

"No."

"Fine," Glen huffed dramatically and left with his shoulders slumped. Spencer shook her head at her departing brother and brought up the other browser window. The one with Two Girls And A Pizza Delivery Guy on pause in it.

-

"Spencer, why don't you choose the movie," Paula said as they all settled down to watch a movie together. Ashley included.

Spencer looked up from her position on the floor next to Ashley, where she had been playing with the other girl's hair while they engaged in an intense round of eye fucking. "Huh?" she uttered, dazed.

"We're letting you pick the movie, sweetheart." Arthur came in carrying a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn and took a seat next to his wife.

"Oh." Guess that guilt trip is still working in my favor. Spencer crawled across the floor to the cabinet underneath the television where the dvd's were kept. Of course, this was a mistake as Ashley thought that the blonde was presenting herself for mating.

Spencer was hunched over on all fours, debating between Stick It and John Tucker Must Die, when she felt a mouth gently latch onto the back her neck to hold her in place and a slight weight settle against her back.

"Oh my God!" Paula gasped while Glen laughed hysterically at the sight of his sister being humped by Ashley in the middle of the living room floor. "Arthur, what is she doing?"

The dark haired man was at a loss for words. "Asserting dominance, I think…" he trailed off lamely, hoping that his wife would by his bullshit excuse.

"Well, shouldn't we stop it?" she asked shrilly.

Arthur shrugged helplessly. "She might end up hurting Spencer if we try. I think it'd be best to just…let her ride it out." Spencer certainly didn't seem to be bothered by it, in fact she looked like she was rather enjoying herself.

"I'm going to show this every year at Christmas," Glen sighed happily, catching all the action on his camera phone. And I am going to go to hell for it.

-

The next morning was a Sunday morning and while the rest of the Carlins attended church, Paula stayed behind with Ashley, sighting that she had already been to mass on Wednesday as a valid excuse not to go.

Finally, she had some alone time with the girl who had turned their household upside down. Not that she blamed the poor thing, of course, in fact she felt incredibly sympathetic towards Ashley and her situation. But that didn't mean that she was going to mollycoddle the girl either. Especially when her impressionable young daughter was involved.

She found Ashley sitting by the window, anxiously waiting for the rest of the family to come home. "Hello Ashley," Paula said sweetly, approaching the girl with a large bible in her hands. "Today, we're going to have a little talk about Jesus."

-

TBC