**Please Note
I did NOT write this story. This is a re-upload from a different website.
I have permission from someone who's claiming to be the owner, and here it is.
I'm not really into all that "Beastality" (Dog X Human) stuff, but here we go!


Carly Shay is a beautiful 16-year-old highschool girl who is also the hostess of her own webcast show simply called iCarly. She stood a mere 5'2", and 95 pounds, but her body was just beginning to make its transition from a girlish figure to that of a woman. Her tits had budded in the last year, and her waistline was showing the enticing curves that all woman begin showing when they approach womanhood.

Carly Shay, Freddy Benson, and Samantha (Sam) Puckett were returning home after another frustrating day at school. The three 16-year-olds had been the closest of friends ever since they teamed together to produce the web show , with Carly and Sam as hostesses, and Freddy their technical producer. And surprisingly, especially to them, the show became a hit for teens, getting tens of thousands of hits with each broadcast.

"Can you believe Ms. Abernacky giving us all that homework today," Sam said. "Who does she think she is?"

"Err, your teacher," Freddy replied, which got him a fist to his shoulder from the always abrasive Sam. "OWW!"

"Sam! Behave will you," Carly said, being the referee of the threesome as she usually is. "We have to get to my place and do our show quick so we can do this homework tonight."

"Yeah, right," Sam said sarcastically. "Oh, you were serious."

"Ye-es," Carly replied.

Just as they were rounding the corner they came face to face with a mangy looking dog, a Collie from the looks of it. Though they were hard put to recognize its breed in its present condition. Its fur was badly matted in dirt and mud, disguising its breed until they took a closer look.

"Ooh! Poor doggy," Carly cooed. "I wonder where she came from?"

"I don't know, I can't see anyone around," Freddy replied.

"What's the big deal," Sam scorned. "It's just a dirt old mutt."

"Well, I don't think she's all that bad," Carly snapped back. "Sure, she's kinda dirty."

She leans toward the dog and gives a sniff. The friendly dog reaches up and licks Carly's face, making her giggle.

"Err, and she is a bit funky smelling," Carly continued.

"A BIT funky," Freddy said. "I'm tearing up from here."

"I bet if we clean her up she'd be a real catch," Carly pouted.

Seeing her pout always breaks any resistance by Freddy. That was always the problem with having a deep-rooted crush on the teenaged brunette.

"You want the mutt!" Sam broke in. "Then you gonna get her girlfriend. Hey! Freddo, gimme your belt."

Knowing better than to argue with Sam when she was in this mood he unbuckled his belt.

"Why do you want my... OWW!" Freddy yelped as Sam pulled out his belt sharply, his pants slipping down to his knees.

"Cute undies, nerdo," Sam said as she eyed his underwear. "I need the belt so we can make a leash for this stupid mutt."

"But why my belt?" Freddy complained. "You have one too, you know."

"HEY! DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO HAVE FLEAS!" Sam shouted back.

"ANA I DO!" Freddy shouted back.

"I figure they'd die off on you," Sam snorted. "Just like any girl that comes near you."

"Guys!" Carly broke in, pointing to the homeless dog. "The dog."

"Oh yeah," Sam say as she reaches for the dog and wraps Freddy's belt around it furry neck. "So what you want us to do with the mangy mutt. Take her to the pound."

"I think I'm going to ask Spencer if I can keep her," Carly suddenly declares.

"Say what!" Sam exclaims. "Why in the world would you want something this ugly in your house. Isn't it enough that you allow Freddy inside."

"Sam! You'll hurt her feelings," Carly retorted.

"Hey! What about my feelings," Freddy complains.

"My only worry is how to we get her by Lewbert," Carly adds.

"Yeah, he hates pets," Freddy agreed. "He won't even let us keep a bird."

"You let me worry about Lewbert," Sam smirked.

They then turned and resumed their way to Carly's apartment building. Along the way Carly had Freddy hold the dog while she went into a nearby Pet store. She purchased some dog shampoo, food and doggy toys for her soon to be pet.

As good as her word Sam distracted Lewbert until Freddy and Carly managed to sneak the stinky dog up the stairs and made their way into her loft apartment which she shared with her brother, Spencer Shay, her legal guardian, and a wannabe artist.

"SPENCER! You home?" Carly called out.

"Right here..." her brother came rushing out of his ground floor bedroom and stopped in his tracks at the sight of the dirty dog next to his kid sister. "Err, Carly, what is that THING next to you?"

"Oh, this is my new pet," Carly smiled meekly at her big brother. "I think I'm going to call her Bernadette."

"Oh no, you don't," Spencer objected. "You know you can't take care of pets."

"Of course I can," Carly countered.

"Oh, yeah, well what about Swimmy," Spencer said. "He died."

"That was you," Carly responded.

"Oh yeah," her brother admitted. "Then there was Rock."

"You," Carly countered.

"Glenn," Spencer went on.

"You."

"Greeny," Spencer continued.

"Greeny? Greeny was a fern," Carly said.

"Yes! But he died," Spencer said confidently.

"You," Carly said.

"Oh yeah," Spencer said, head bowed. "Ah-ah! What about Spinny?"

"Spinny! Who is Spinny?" Carly was stumped.

"Spinny was our hamster, remember," Spencer said, confidence on his face. "I called him that because he kept going around that spinning wheel in his cage."

"We never had a hamster," Carly told him.

"Yes we did," her brother told her. "It was seventeen years ago."

"Spencer, I wasn't even born then," Carly told him.

"Oh yeah," he said. "But he still died."

"You," Carly told him.

Spencer looked down at the dirty looking dog and back at his little sister's pleading eyes.

"But it's so dirty... and... *sniff*... smelly," he told her.

"Don't worry about it," Carly assured him. "I stopped by the pet shop and picked up some shampoo and stuff for her. After I'm done cleaning her up she'll be a gem. So, can I keep her? Ple-e-e-ase."

"Oh all right," Spencer finally relented.

Carly leaped into her brother's arms and gave him a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," Carly said cheerfully. "I'll take good care of her. We'll wash her right now before we do our show. We'll give Bernadette a good wash, you won't even recognize her once we're done."

"WE?" Sam cut in. "What's this WE business?"

"Yeah, Carly," Freddy chimed in. "We have homework to do tonight, remember."

"Oh yeah... homework," Sam somewhat agreed unenthusiastically.

"C'mon guys," Carly gave them her pout. "It won't take long, honest."


**Reminder**
This story was not written by me.

I have re-upload permission from a person claiming to be the original owner.