Accommodating our New Canine Roommate, Part 1 by balmymemories456

Saturday mornings were always my favorite. Sleeping in as late as I wanted, staying in my pajamas until lunch, and not having to worry about seeing other people always made it one of my favorite small pleasures. It was also nice to have the apartment to myself for a time as well. I loved my girlfriend, of course, but I missed having a space that was completely my own, even for a brief time. Saturday mornings were when she worked at the local animal shelter, from 7am to 1pm. I would never be able to do that, but Carly loved animals with all her heart and she always came back with a new story to share. I wasn’t a huge animal guy. I could tolerate them fine, but living with one was not something I was interested in. Having the extra work and worry of an animal in the apartment just wasn’t something I was interested in, much to my girlfriend’s dismay. So you could imagine my surprise when I sat down to eat lunch and saw my girlfriend barge in with a massive pitbull that was lunging towards me.“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I jumped up and backed away from the dog.

“Don’t worry babe!” Carly reassured as she tried to hold back his leash. “He’s just friendly I promise! He looks scarier than he is, just play along and you’ll be fine!”

I was backed up to the wall at this point while the beast strained against the leash to get at me. Just as I was about to figure out an escape route, my girlfriend let go of the leash.

“Whoops!” She cried out sarcastically as the pitbull ran towards me.

I stayed backed up against the wall as he ran up to me and jumped up, placing his front paws on my shoulders as he began licking my face. I closed my eyes and tightened my lips, trying to prevent his tongue from reaching into any places it didn’t belong. I tried turning my face away, but to no avail. He was a big boy, at least 90 pounds, and was definitely mixed with some large breed of dog. He was able to keep licking no matter where I turned my head, and his weight on me made it difficult to move without losing my balance. His tongue ran over my face repeatedly, coating it in a layer of dog drool as he licked my lips, cheeks, nose, and eyes. He smelled strongly, and the scent of dog breath flooded my nostrils. Meanwhile my girlfriend was still by the doorway, laughing hysterically as I tried to evade his kisses.

“I think he likes you!” She said as she came closer.

I kept turning my face away from him, trying to respond. “Yeah, I think he likes me a little too mu-mmlph!” My sentence was rudely interrupted by his tongue popping my mouth as I tried to respond. Carly’s laughing resumed as the pitbull probed my unconsenting mouth with his long, strong-tasting tongue. He got about two licks in, scraping his tongue against my teeth before I closed my lips tight to prevent further entry. Unfortunately, his tongue was still in when I closed my lips, resulting in me accidentally sucking his tongue for a brief second as he pulled it out. As he started licking my face again, my girlfriend decided to take action.

“Alright boy, that’s enough! Get down now,” She ordered as she gently tugged his collar away from me. Right away he pulled off, leaving me sputtering and coughing from the unexpected intrusion. I could still taste the dog breath on my tongue, a musky taste as if I had just licked a patch of sweat. I went over to the sink immediately to wash my face and mouth out.

“Wow, not even two minutes and you two are already French kissing!” She laughed.

“I can assure you it was not by choice.” I said indignantly as I tried to wash the taste out of my mouth.

“Really? You sucked his tongue by accident?” She said sarcastically.

“Yes!” I insisted. “Why would I do that on purpose?”

She approached me playfully, “I dunno, you could be a sick freak and just chose that moment to let it show.” She said as she got close. “They say you never really know a person until you see how they kiss a dog”

“I don’t think anybody says that, actually.” I retorted as I brought my head up from the sink to face her.

“You’re right, I just made that up!” She giggled as she gave me a kiss on the lips. “Blegh, you taste like a dog babe” She made a face as she pulled back and began walking towards the door. “Anyways, he needs a bath and a tooth brushing badly as you can probably tell, and I made some plans with Beth to go shopping today, can you handle cleaning him up?”

I looked at the dog, then back at her. “Alright, but I expect something in return!” I said as she put on her coat.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Carly said with a wink, “You’ll get plenty later on if you play your cards right baby.” She smiled as she left the apartment and closed the door behind her. Not even two seconds later, the door opened again. “Oh! By the way, his name is Mac! Have fun babe love you!” she said as she rushed back out the door.

“Love you too!” I shouted back as the door slammed behind her. I looked down at Mac, who had been sitting patiently during the whole discussion. “You better not make this difficult, okay? I’m the alpha here, big guy.” I tried to say assertively. Mac just stared at me, tongue lolling as if he didn’t have a care in the world and didn’t hear a thing I just said. “Alright, so I’ll take that as a sign you understood me” I said as I walked over to the bathroom and opened the door, motioning him in. “Here boy! Come over here so we can get nice and clean!” I said in that high pitched, friendly voice that people use when trying to get a dog to do what you want them to. To my surprise, Mac trotted over without problem. “Good boy!” I approved as I coaxed him into the apartment bathroom and closed the door behind us.

“Alright, first thing’s first, gotta get rid of that smelly breath of yours…” I murmured as I looked around for the tooth brushes. Mine was on the counter, but I couldn’t see any other ones. I checked every drawer, I knew there had to be one somewhere but I just wasn’t able to find it. Mac just stared at me absentmindedly, seemingly amused by my frustration. I checked every drawer, then double checked, then triple checked, but couldn’t find anything. As I stood up, my eyes settled on my own toothbrush with a tube of toothpaste sitting next to it. I sighed as I realized what I had to do. “The things I do for love…” I murmured, annoyed as I put the toothpaste on the brush and got on one knee in front of Mac. “Alright boy, open up!” I put my sing-song voice back on. Mac sat there, mouth closed as he stared blankly at me. I tried to get through to him again. “Say ‘Ahhhh’ for me! Ahhhh-” My demonstration was interrupted again by his tongue entering my mouth for a second time today. Mac had stood up to get a better angle as he lapped inside my mouth a few times, his strong breath yet again overwhelming my taste buds. This time I closed my lips much quicker though, and was able to avoid any unintentional tongue sucking as I blocked any further entry into my mouth. As soon as he realized he wasn’t getting back in, he sat right back down where he was before, mouth closed so I couldn’t brush his teeth. Being careful to keep my mouth closed, I got down on one knee and attempted to lift his jowls to brush his teeth. However, when I lifted one halfway up, he turned his head and stood up, walking a distance away before sitting down again. I approached him once more and tried to lift his jowl again, with the same result. There just didn’t seem to be a way to brush his teeth if he didn’t want to even open his mouth! Carly was going to be so disappointed in me…

A terrible idea came into my mind. An idea that I really didn’t want to do, but seemed to be my only option. So far, there was only one thing causing Mac to stay still and give access to his mouth. I steeled myself as I got on my knee in front of him once more. “Hey boy!” I put on the voice once more, “Look here! Ahhhhhhh” I opened my mouth wide and almost immediately his tongue followed. I let him lick around in there for a few seconds to get him complacent as his rough, long tongue lapped against my own, scraping against my teeth and lips with each repetition. His saliva was overpowering my own as his dog breath was overtaking my mouth. Now was the time to put the plan into action. I closed my lips in time with his licking so that my lips wrapped perfectly around his tongue, resulting in me sucking on his tongue. I got up close, taking more and more of his tongue in my mouth until we were face to face and our lips were practically touching. There was no getting out of this one for him now. I pulled out the toothbrush, lifted his jowls and began brushing his teeth fervently as I looked him in the eyes determinedly and sucked his tongue hard, keeping it locked in place in my mouth. Mac didn’t seem to care at all, and in fact his tongue was wiggling around quite a bit in my mouth, happily exploring every nook and crevice as I focused on keeping it in there so I could brush his teeth. While sucking on his tongue to keep it in place, a lot of his dog drool was accumulating in my mouth, and I had to swallow what felt like a full mouthful of it in order to stay in place. Swallowing so much of his musky, strong-tasting drool made me shudder, but I stayed strong brushing his teeth even as he acquainted his tongue with my mouth. As I began brushing the left side of his teeth he seemed to be particularly interested in my tongue, rubbing his long, rough canine tongue against my own soft human one. My french kissing instincts accidentally kicked in and our tongues swirled a bit in my mouth for a moment before I realized what was happening and promptly pinned his tongue underneath mine. At this point any taste problems I had were dissipating as his dog breath had almost completely overtaken my own, which made it even easier to keep his tongue right where I wanted it. As I almost finished brushing his teeth, his tongue slipped out from my own tongue’s grip and began its feverish licking inside my mouth, but it was too late to stop me now. As his tongue brushed up against my uvula I gagged a bit, but a few seconds later and I had brushed all of his teeth real nicely.