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"Separate Hells, Shared Heaven" (zoo human-m/wolfdog-f, rom) Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 10:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31021> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge <1st attachment, "Separate Hells, Shared Heaven.txt" begin> "Separate Hells, Shared Heaven" Written by: Eagle - 2001.06.22 Eagle@rthawk.com Freely distributable non-commercially with no modifications Twice upon a time, twice upon a place, existed a spirit drowning in misery. One, thirty-four year old Jeremiah Scottson, had lived on the street for a year after divorcing his wife of 5 years and was often found in a drunken stupor; the other, 4-year-old black-phase grey wolf/labrador hybrid Midnyte, was down to flea and tick-infested fur and bones as her owners found her an inconvenience to clean, feed, or even water regularly. Jerry's divorce devastated him, though the divorce itself put an end to an ever-increasingly dissatisfying marriage. Jerry and Samantha loved each other strongly enough at the beginning, but as time progressed, even having a daughter between them left Jerry feeling distant, as though he didn't belong though he had married Samantha so he could feel as though he belonged to -something-. Samantha pleaded with Jerry, told him how much she loved him, but grew wary of her efforts as Jerry drew more and more distant from both her and their daughter Laura. Jerry lost more than his interest in marriage; realizing losing his wife and daughter compounded to a growing emptiness within him, and he gave up on life altogether. Even before the divorce, Jerry more and more sought companionship with a bottle more than other people. He didn't hate his wife, and especially didn't hate Laura, but with the emptiness he felt, he just wasn't right for either of them. As for Midnyte, the family responsible for her thought it would be 'cool' to own a wolfdog after browsing the classifieds listing several breeders. She, too, found emptiness ... no sooner had she weaned than she was yanked from her labrador mother and grabbed by arms stroking and cuddling her. The stroking and cuddling lasted all of about two weeks, then faded ... and she found herself locked in the backyard, never allowed in after a couple messes and one shredded pillow. She was visited less and less, then only for food and water, and gradually even that came to a stop. Jerry gave up on living independently, and to try to fill his emptiness, volunteered for several organizations ... when they failed to help him feel better about himself for his work, he'd move onto a different one. Eventually he stumbled into a local canine rescue group. Jerry still didn't feel the emptiness fill, but tired of being tired of things, he stuck with the rescue group. Eventually, neighbors worried about the Midnyte's condition and (more likely) fearing having an uncared-for wolfdog in the neighborhood, made the call. Jerry had been on several dozen rescues ... he helped load the dogs into the van, bathe them, feed and water them, see to the cleanliness of the kennels and socialize with them as much as possible, and aiding with the euthanizing of dogs for whom a home could not be found within 60 days of rescue. Jerry's group had already dispatched someone to investigate, observing the pen where Midnyte was kept, who then called the police to report animal abuse and the center to arrange for rescue. The police authorized the center to proceed, and were interrogating the parents of the family outside when Jerry arrived in the van with other rescuers. The only access to the yard with Midnyte in it was through the house, which the police had opened for the rescuers to access. Jerry walked inside, making his way through ... the house itself was dirty, though obviously there hadn't been any dog in there for awhile. Jerry cringed looking through the kitchen window at the back yard; it was so mucky, he couldn't make much out. Then, a mud-and-dung-encrusted ghost of a wolfdog raised her head and looked at him through her blue eyes. Something within that barely-living creature reached into Jerry's own eyes and froze his heart ... he'd seen worse; he'd arrived with his rescue group and found dogs dead from neglect. But there was something about her ... Midnyte tucked her bony tail and hid from the rescuers until Jerry came out. Jerry stood in a line as two experienced rescuers tried cornering Midnyte to capture her, but she managed to get around them; she headed straight to Jerry. He reached out to hold her still, but it proved unnecessary; she sat by him, never taking her gaze off him, and raised a mangy, filthy paw to him. The other rescuers stopped in their tracks ... Jerry wasn't exactly a star rescuer. Jerry reached for her collar to walk her out, but found it was embedded into her neck, and considering how gaunt she was, it amazing anything would be too tight ... it had obviously been on her since she was a pup. As Jerry sat on his knees, checking her over, she put her paws over his shoulder. Jerry very gently rubbed her back, patches of fur, blood from fleabites, and a lot of mud sticking to his hands. She reeked of feces and urine, but Jerry found he didn't care ... he stroked her softly, and she lay; Jerry picked her up by her hind legs, keeping her forepaws and head over his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her back for support, keeping the other under her hind legs. "Uh, Jerry, you uh ... want any help there?" finally asked Rynn, the lead rescuer. "She's fine ... I want to carry her." Jerry spent more than his usual amount of time and effort bathing her at the shelter ... the amount of feces, mud and blood caked into her fur was horrifying, but even worse, how much fur came out as he gently bathed her. Huge patches were missing, exposing several large areas of bare skin. All the while he bathed and handled her, Midnyte remained very calm ... in fact, actually a bit non-plussed. She seemed to gaze straight through Jerry, but toward other rescuers, she was defensive and even hostile if they tried cornering her; with Jerry, she would stay near him, but not much react. The rescue group decided, however, because of her behavior toward the other rescuers, and the hysteria over wolfdogs, she would be put down less than a week after her rescue. A pain worse than separating from his wife and daughter welled within Jerry ... and then anger, to the point he told the group he would no longer volunteer after her scheduled euthanasia; they hardly blinked. More than that, Jerry realized if Midnyte was to be put down because no one wanted her, he would do the same to himself, since no one wanted him, either. The day before the planned euthanizing, however, a different scheme occurred to Jerry: steal her. Jerry had been sleeping at the group's animal shelter in exchange for his all-night volunteer work ever since he started, about 6 months prior to Midnyte's rescue, so he had access 24 hours a day. No one else dropped by at night, just an occasional middle-of-the-night call from someone trying to arrange for a rescue. About an hour after every else had left, Jerry retrieved a full series of vaccinations from the medicine refrigerator and injected Midnyte with them (it had been decided to not give her any, since she was going to be put down). He let Midnyte out of her cage, then packed his old sleeping bag and other items into his knapsack. He took a lead hanging from the wall, but instead of putting it on Midnyte, he just packed it into his knapsack, thinking to himself "... only if necessary." He took some treats, giving her one on the spot and putting a bagful into his knapsack, along with two bowls and a small bag of kibble that had been donated (but the center usually just tossed away anyway because its too low-standard and they needed to feed all the dogs the same kibble). Jerry decided to give her another bath, and it was 3 a.m. before Jerry finished up and headed out. He wandered around town for hours before finding the train yard ... he hopped into an empty, open car; Midnyte followed. He found a good hiding place between stacks of empty pallets and, exhausted from not having slept all night, lay on his side on the floor. Midnyte laid on the floor beside him, to the side Jerry faced. "It's jus' you and me, kid," Jerry quipped. Midnyte perked her ears, but didn't turn her head to look at him; she gazed at an angle between the pallets toward the door as dawn broke and the train started. Jerry softly stroked her head, then scritched behind and between her ears. She arched her head back, gazed at him, and softly licked his hand ... Jerry melted, unable to believe how soft her tongue was; most dogs have somewhat soft tongues, but hers was extremely so ... Jerry had assumed wolves would have rougher tongues to deal with the outdoors. Jerry scritched down her fur-and-skin patched back, and she panted. "I dunno what it is about you, girl..." he started, but not even knowing himself where he meant to go with that. "... but I -need- you," he whispered. Jerry suddenly looked off into space. "Christ, what the fuck am I doing ... talking to a dog ... jeez, running off with a dog?" Midnyte stopped panting and gave Jerry a freezing stare, baring her fangs. "Yeah, like you understand English ... dammit, what the fuck am I doing!?" Midnyte grrrrowled lowly, then stood up and padded a few paces in front of Jerry. Jerry looked at her ... and I mean, looked. Although she was clean, her coat was half-gone and though she had been fed, she was miserably gaunt. Still ... "Gods, you are beautiful..." Jerry's eyes were seeing something other than the physical form in front of him. "What -is it- about you, girl? What do ... what did you see in me? Why me? Why d'ja like me?" Midnyte turned around, faced Jerry, and padded closer to him. Something in her eyes ... Jerry reflected inward on himself ... when he suddenly noticed, the emptiness was gone ... the realization of this was very unexpected. "What the FUCK!?" Jerry forced himself to remember the wife and daughter he'd left. "Why the fuck did I feel empty even with -them-!? What the hell are you to take it away now!?" Midnyte sat silently, gazing directly into Jerry's eyes. "So you're a fricking half-wolf. Big deal. I can't have a family with dogs or wolf!" The more he heard himself downplaying the reality, the more Jerry knew he was feeding himself bullshit. "So what, do we have sex now!?" Her jaw suddenly parted and she panted. "Oh yeah, FUNNY." She walked to his side, nuzzled into him as she did so and raised her tail. Jerry couldn't help but gaze curiously under her tail as she passed by. "I'll be fucking damned if that isn't hot!" he chuckled as the train picked up its pace, as it headed out of the city. "Shit, what am I, a fucking closet bestialist?" he shook himself. "No fucking way ... NO ... FUCKING ... WAY!" Jerry stood up. "Dammit, why the hell didn't I pack my whiskey!?" he suddenly realized. "Getting wasted is a major fucking high priority right now!" Jerry walked to the open door as trees and thick country shrubs streaked by at some 80 miles per hour. "Or maybe the answer is to leap out." Barely heard above the noise of the train, Midnyte barked singly at him. Jerry turned his head around and looked at her ... she hadn't moved from the spot between the pallets, and gave a commanding stare. Jerry turned around and walked back to her. "Fucking hell, what -is it- with you!?" Jerry ran through the past week in his mind. Just a fucking week and his life was twisted around even worse than when he moved out onto the street after giving up on Sam and Laura. "You need to live, don't you?" Midnyte sat again, and Jerry perceived a negative response. "I need you to live. Is that it? I need you to live, and you need me to ... to ... shit! Fuck, that's what this fucking is, isn't it!?" Midnyte stood again, panted, and slowly swayed her tail back and forth. "We both need to belong ... and be needed!" The concept solidified whatever it was that had filled his emptiness. "God damn you, bitch .... god damn you! Fuck! Shit, this is heavy shit!" Jerry knelt in front of her; she licked at his face. Jerry nearly shuddered, and he licked her muzzle in return, as though it were perfectly natural for him to do so. ".... nuff words ...." he muttered to himself. In that empty car, Jerry stripped off what clothes he had on, felt the remnants of her fur against his skin, which only incited him further. Jerry felt himself in a second childhood, completely re-discovering and re-defining himself. She licked at his lips, and he slowly parted his to allow her in; she daintily probed her soft tongue inward. As unable to stop himself as he would the train, he returned the tongue by licking the inside of her muzzle; beyond the kibble and dog biscuit whose scent he was familiar with, she tasted wonderful and wild. She nuzzled down his side as he knelt on all fours and nuzzled down her side, scritched and massaged her with his hand. She nuzzled under him as she reached his thighs, sliding her cold, wet nose down the side of his cock ... which Jerry had suddenly realized was hard for the first time in years. "ohhhhhh my fucking godddd!" he muttered in ecstasy. "damn what you do to me...!" She inhaled his scent from his cock and balls, then tasted his flavor with several soft strokes of her tongue. Jerry trembled in combination of unleashed arousal and fear of the unknown as he softly stroked her underside, her tiny nipples and farther back to her furry mound; at this point, he trembled to near-convulsions. She continued softly lapping at his cock and testicles, though far from constituting a 'blow job,' the touch of her soft tongue inched him onward, as contradicting forces simultaneously told him to stop and go forth. He parted his hand around the sides of her mound, softly stroked her fur, but found it difficult to follow his drive to touch her there. A curiosity factor added its weight ... what does dog pussy feel like? It was enough to venture his middle finger down her mound to the entrance; her tail shot up. Jerry found himself so aroused, he had to walk his legs apart, and it wasn't the sensation of her tongue that raised his arousal further. He gradually worked his middle finger in ... she was hot ... hotter than Samantha when he fingered her ... and her interior flesh felt smoother. Definitely not as big, though ... He worked his middle finger in until it met resistance. "... guess they never had you fixed .... lucky me .... is that your cherry I feel? ..." Jerry suddenly realized the panting his ears detected was his own. Jerry withdrew his middle finger and slowly brought it to his face, glistening wet in the daylight shining in through the door. He gently licked his finger, then suckled it off ... the taste was tart and somewhat gamey. Jerry laid on his side first, then slid onto his back, his head between her hind legs as he moved his hand back to her mound, parting it and gazing at her exposed anatomy. She squatted slightly on her hind legs as he did this, continuing to tongue him ... he wrapped one arm around her hind end, pulling her down onto himself ... as she laid upon him, he started tonguing her mound, driven wild by the sensation. He maintained this for several minutes, a sort-of 69, as his euphoria and arousal climbed ever higher ... he realized he was nearing his limits, and something within him told him he needed her to take his seed ... in her womb. As he thought this, she padded off him and faced away from him, her head turned back to gaze at him with her tail raised. "Do you want this...?" She panted. "Do I want this....? He panted harder. "Fuck, yeah! ..." He stepped forward. It took awhile to position himself, but her scent and the feel of her fur and flesh against his own proved more than sufficient to keep him aroused. Midnyte panted and reacted much more enthusiastically than he had ever seen her ... okay, so he'd only seen her for a week; still, ... He parted her moistened folds and let them close around his tip. He grappled her from above, then used his hind legs to try and push himself in further ... it worked better than expected, and he somehow found the right angle as he felt the tip of his cock hit her cherry; her walls clamped and released around his cock, practically milking them. Samantha -definitely- didn't do this ... He slid in and out of her several times, before finally summoning the will to slam hard enough into her to break her cherry ... both the intensity and pace of her clamp-and-release rose with each thrust. Tears of passion rode down his cheeks as he felt his climax arriving quickly ... with one final thrust as deep within her as he could muster, his seed sprayed into her canine womb. Her walls spasmed around him as she suddenly yelped ... Jerry realized she had climaxed as well. He stayed within her well past the end of his own climax, unable to break from the sensation of her walls milking his cock. As her wall-spasms subsided, he finally withdrew ... she hopped around between the pallets, lapped the juices from his cock and created a ruckus, panting hard. This time, it was Jerry's turn to follow her everywhere with his eyes. "Damned if I hadn't thought for awhile now of taking a shortcut to heaven ... Jeezus Christ, never thought I'd be there and still breathing!" Midnyte finally calmed from her post-orgasm frenzy, padded back to Jerry, nuzzled and lay along his side as he failed to muster the energy to follow her pacing. She woofed softly at him as the words "You've brought me to heaven, too" entered his mind. <- THE END -> <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment, "Separate Hells, Shared Heaven.txt" begin> "Separate Hells, Shared Heaven" Written by: Eagle - 2001.06.22 Eagle@rthawk.com Freely distributable non-commercially with no modifications Twice upon a time, twice upon a place, existed a spirit drowning in misery. One, thirty-four year old Jeremiah Scottson, had lived off the street for a year after divorcing his wife of 5 years and was often found in a drunken stupor; the other, 4-year-old black-phase grey wolf/labrador hybrid Midnyte, was down to flea and tick-infested fur and bones as her owners found her an inconvenience to clean, feed, or even water regularly. Jerry's divorce devastated him, though the divorce itself put an end to an ever-increasingly dissatisfying marriage. Jerry and Samantha loved each other strongly enough at the beginning, but as time progressed, even having a daughter between them left Jerry feeling distant, as though he didn't belong though he had married Samantha so he could feel as though he belonged to -something-. Samantha pleaded with Jerry, told him how much she loved him, but grew wary of her efforts as Jerry drew more and more distant from both her and their daughter Laura. Jerry lost more than his interest in marriage; realizing losing his wife and daughter compounded to a growing emptiness within him, and he gave up on life altogether. Even before the divorce, Jerry more and more sought companionship with a bottle more than other people. He didn't hate his wife, and especially didn't hate Laura, but with the emptiness he felt, he just wasn't right for either of them. As for Midnyte, the family responsible for her thought it would be 'cool' to own a wolfdog after browsing the classifieds listing several breeders. She, too, found emptiness ... no sooner had she weaned than she was yanked from her labrador mother and grabbed by arms stroking and cuddling her. The stroking and cuddling lasted all of about two weeks, then faded ... and she found herself locked in the backyard, never allowed in after a couple messes and one shredded pillow. She was visited less and less, then only for food and water, and gradually even that came to a stop. Jerry gave up on living independently, and to try to fill his emptiness, volunteered for several organizations ... when they failed to help him feel better about himself for his work, he'd move onto a different one. Eventually he stumbled into a local canine rescue group. Jerry still didn't feel the emptiness fill, but tired of being tired of things, he stuck with the rescue group. Eventually, neighbors worried about the Midnyte's condition and (more likely) fearing having an uncared-for wolfdog in the neighborhood, made the call. Jerry had been on several dozen rescues ... he helped load the dogs into the van, bathe them, feed and water them, see to the cleanliness of the kennels and socialize with them as much as possible, and aiding with the euthanizing of dogs for whom a home could not be found within 60 days of rescue. Jerry's group had already dispatched someone to investigate, observing the pen where Midnyte was kept, who then called the police to report animal abuse and the center to arrange for rescue. The police authorized the center to proceed, and were interrogating the parents of the family outside when Jerry arrived in the van with other rescuers. The only access to the yard with Midnyte in it was through the house, which the police had opened for the rescuers to access. Jerry walked inside, making his way through ... the house itself was dirty, though obviously there hadn't been any dog in there for awhile. Jerry cringed looking through the kitchen window at the back yard; it was so mucky, he couldn't make much out. Then, a mud-and-dung-encrusted ghost of a wolfdog raised her head and looked at him through her blue eyes. Something within that barely-living creature reached into Jerry's own eyes and froze his heart ... he'd seen worse; he'd arrived with his rescue group and found dogs dead from neglect. But there was something about her ... Midnyte tucked her bony tail and hid from the rescuers until Jerry came out. Jerry stood in a line as two experienced rescuers tried cornering Midnyte to capture her, but she managed to get around them; she headed straight to Jerry. He reached out to hold her still, but it proved unnecessary; she sat by him, never taking her gaze off him, and raised a mangy, filthy paw to him. The other rescuers stopped in there tracks ... Jerry wasn't exactly a star rescuer. Jerry reached for her collar to walk her out, but found it was embedded into her neck, and considering how gaunt she was, it amazing anything would be too tight ... it had obviously been on her since she was a pup. As Jerry sat on his knees, checking her over, she put her paws over his shoulder. Jerry very gently rubbed her back, patches of fur, blood from fleabites, and a lot of mud sticking to his hands. She wreaked of feces and urine, but Jerry found he didn't care ... he stroked her softly, and she lay; Jerry picked her up by her hind legs, keeping her forepaws and head over his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her back for support, keeping the other under her hind legs. "Uh, Jerry, you uh ... want any help there?" finally asked Rynn, the lead rescuer. "She's fine ... I want to carry her." Jerry spent more than his usual amount of time and effort bathing her at the shelter ... the amount of feces, mud and blood caked into her fur was horrifying, but even worse, how much fur came out as he gently bathed her. Huge patches were missing, exposing several large areas of bare skin. All the while he bathed and handled her, Midnyte remained very calm ... in fact, actually a bit non-plussed. She seemed to gaze straight through Jerry, but toward other rescuers, she was defensive and even hostile if they tried cornering her; with Jerry, she would stay near him, but not much react. The rescue group decided, however, because of her behavior toward the other rescuers, and the hysteria over wolfdogs, she would be put down less than a week after her rescue. A pain worse than separating from his wife and daughter welled within Jerry ... and then anger, to the point he told the group he would no longer volunteer after her scheduled euthanasia; they hardly blinked. More than that, Jerry realized if Midnyte was to be put down because no one wanted her, he would do the same to himself, since no one wanted him, either. The day before the planned euthanizing, however, a different scheme occurred to Jerry: steal her. Jerry had been sleeping at the group's animal shelter in exchange for his all-night volunteer work ever since he started, about 6 months prior to Midnyte's rescue, so he had access 24 hours a day. No one else dropped by at night, just an occasional middle-of-the-night call from someone trying to arrange for a rescue. About an hour after every else had left, Jerry retrieved a full series of vaccinations from the medicine refrigerator and injected Midnyte with them (it had been decided to not give her any, since she was going to be put down). He let Midnyte out of her cage, then packed his old sleeping bag and other items into his knapsack. He took a lead hanging from the wall, but instead of putting it on Midnyte, he just packed it into his knapsack, thinking to himself "... only if necessary." He took some treats, giving her one on the spot and putting a bagful into his knapsack, along with two bowls and a small bag of kibble that had been donated (but the center usually just tossed away anyway because its too low-standard and they needed to feed all the dogs the same kibble). Jerry decided to give her another bath, and it was 3 a.m. before Jerry finished up and headed out. He wandered around town for hours before finding the train yard ... he hopped into an empty, open car; Midnyte followed. He found a good hiding place between stacks of empty pallets and, exhausted from not having slept all night, lay on his side on the floor. Midnyte laid on the floor beside him, to the side Jerry faced. "It's jus' you and me, kid," Jerry quipped. Midnyte perked her ears, but didn't turn her head to look at him; she gazed at an angle between the pallets toward the door as dawn broke and the train started. Jerry softly stroked her head, then scritched behind and between her ears. She arched her head back, gazed at him, and softly licked his hand ... Jerry melted, unable to believe how soft her tongue was; most dogs have somewhat soft tongues, but hers was extremely so ... Jerry had assumed wolves would have rougher tongues to deal with the outdoors. Jerry scritched down her fur-and-skin patched back, and she panted. "I dunno what it is about you, girl..." he started, but not even knowing himself where he meant to go with that. "... but I -need- you," he whispered. Jerry suddenly looked off into space. "Christ, what the fuck am I doing ... talking to a dog ... jeez, running off with a dog?" Midnyte stopped panting and gave Jerry a freezing stare, baring her fangs. "Yeah, like you understand English ... dammit, what the fuck am I doing!?" Midnyte grrrrowled lowly, then stood up and padded a few paces in front of Jerry. Jerry looked at her ... and I mean, looked. Although she was clean, her coat was half-gone and though she had been fed, she was miserably gaunt. Still ... "Gods, you are beautiful..." Jerry's eyes were seeing something other than the physical form in front of him. "What -is it- about you, girl? What do ... what did you see in me? Why me? Why d'ja like me?" Midnyte turned around, faced Jerry, and padded closer to him. Something in her eyes ... Jerry reflected inward on himself ... when he suddenly noticed, the emptiness was gone ... the realization of this was very unexpected. "What the FUCK!?" Jerry forced himself to remember the wife and daughter he'd left. "Why the fuck did I feel empty even with -them-!? What the hell are you to take it away now!?" Midnyte sat silently, gazing directly into Jerry's eyes. "So you're a fricking half-wolf. Big deal. I can't have a family with dogs or wolf!" The more he heard himself downplaying the reality, the more Jerry knew he was feeding himself bullshit. "So what, do we have sex now!?" Her jaw suddenly parted and she panted. "Oh yeah, FUNNY." She walked to his side, nuzzled into him as she did so and raised her tail. Jerry couldn't help but gaze curiously under her tail as she passed by. "I'll be fucking damned if that isn't hot!" he chuckled as the train picked up its pace, as it headed out of the city. "Shit, what am I, a fucking closet bestialist?" he shook himself. "No fucking way ... NO ... FUCKING ... WAY!" Jerry stood up. "Dammit, why the hell didn't I pack my whiskey!?" he suddenly realized. "Getting wasted is a major fucking high priority right now!" Jerry walked to the open door as trees and thick country shrubs streaked by at some 80 miles per hour. "Or maybe the answer is to leap out." Barely heard above the noise of the train, Midnyte barked singly at him. Jerry turned his head around and looked at her ... she hadn't moved from the spot between the pallets, and gave a commanding stare. Jerry turned around and walked back to her. "Fucking hell, what -is it- with you!?" Jerry ran through the past week in his mind. Just a fucking week and his life was twisted around even worse than when he moved out onto the street after giving up on Sam and Laura. "You need to live, don't you?" Midnyte sat again, and Jerry perceived a negative response. "I need you to live. Is that it? I need you to live, and you need me to ... to ... shit! Fuck, that's what this fucking is, isn't it!?" Midnyte stood again, panted, and slowly swayed her tail back and forth. "We both need to belong ... and be needed!" The concept solidified whatever it was that had filled his emptiness. "God damn you, bitch .... god damn you! Fuck! Shit, this is heavy shit!" Jerry knelt in front of her; she licked at his face. Jerry nearly shuddered, and he licked her muzzle in return, as though it were perfectly natural for him to do so. ".... nuff words ...." he muttered to himself. In that empty car, Jerry stripped off what clothes he had on, felt the remnants of her fur against his skin, which only incited him further. Jerry felt himself in a second childhood, completely re-discovering and re-defining himself. She licked at his lips, and he slowly parted his to allow her in; she daintily probed her soft tongue inward. As unable to stop himself as he would the train, he returned the tongue by licking the inside of her muzzle; beyond the kibble and dog biscuit whose scent he was familiar with, she tasted wonderful and wild. She nuzzled down his side as he knelt on all fours and nuzzled down her side, scritched and massaged her with his hand. She nuzzled under him as she reached his thighs, sliding her cold, wet nose down the side of his cock ... which Jerry had suddenly realized was hard for the first time in years. "ohhhhhh my fucking godddd!" he muttered in ecstasy. "damn what you do to me...!" She inhaled his scent from his cock and balls, then tasted his flavor with several soft strokes of her tongue. Jerry trembled in combination of unleashed arousal and fear of the unknown as he softly stroked her underside, her tiny nipples and farther back to her furry mound; at this point, he trembled to near-convulsions. She continued softly lapping at his cock and testicles, though far from constituting a 'blow job,' the touch of her soft tongue inched him onward, as contradicting forces simultaneously told him to stop and go forth. He parted his hand around the sides of her mound, softly stroked her fur, but found it difficult to follow his drive to touch her there. A curiosity factor added its weight ... what does dog pussy feel like? It was enough to venture his middle finger down her mound to the entrance; her tail shot up. Jerry found himself so aroused, he had to walk his legs apart, and it wasn't the sensation of her tongue that raised his arousal further. He gradually worked his middle finger in ... she was hot ... hotter than Samantha when he fingered her ... and her interior flesh felt smoother. Definitely not as big, though ... He worked his middle finger in until it met resistance. "... guess they never had you fixed .... lucky me .... is that your cherry I feel? ..." Jerry suddenly realized the panting his ears detected was his own. Jerry withdrew his middle finger and slowly brought it to his face, glistening wet in the daylight shining in through the door. He gently licked his finger, then suckled it off ... the taste was tart and somewhat gamey. Jerry laid on his side first, then slid onto his back, his head between her hind legs as he moved his hand back to her mound, parting it and gazing at her exposed anatomy. She squatted slightly on her hind legs as he did this, continuing to tongue him ... he wrapped one arm around her hind end, pulling her down onto himself ... as she laid upon him, he started tonguing her mound, driven wild by the sensation. He maintained this for several minutes, a sort-of 69, as his euphoria and arousal climbed ever higher ... he realized he was nearing his limits, and something within him told him he needed her to take his seed ... in her womb. As he thought this, she padded off him and faced away from him, her head turned back to gaze at him with her tail raised. "Do you want this...?" She panted. "Do I want this....? He panted harder. "Fuck, yeah! ..." He stepped forward. It took awhile to position himself, but her scent and the feel of her fur and flesh against his own proved more than sufficient to keep him aroused. Midnyte panted and reacted much more enthusiastically than he had ever seen her ... okay, so he'd only seen her for a week; still, ... He parted her moistened folds and let them close around his tip. He grappled her from above, then used his hind legs to try and push himself in further ... it worked better than expected, and he somehow found the right angle as he felt the tip of his cock hit her cherry; her walls clamped and released around his cock, practically milking them. Samantha -definitely- didn't do this ... He slid in and out of her several times, before finally summoning the will to slam hard enough into her to break her cherry ... both the intensity and pace of her clamp-and-release rose with each thrust. Tears of passion rode down his cheeks as he felt his climax arriving quickly ... with one final thrust as deep within her as he could muster, his seed sprayed into her canine womb. Her walls spasmed around him as she suddenly yelped ... Jerry realized she had climaxed as well. He stayed within her well past the end of his own climax, unable to break from the sensation of her walls milking his cock. As her wall-spasms subsided, he finally withdrew ... she hopped around between the pallets, lapped the juices from his cock and created a ruckus, panting hard. This time, it was Jerry's turn to follow her everywhere with his eyes. "Damned if I hadn't thought for awhile now of taking a shortcut to heaven ... Jeezus Christ, never thought I'd be there and still breathing!" Midnyte finally calmed from her post-orgasm frenzy, padded back to Jerry, nuzzled and lay along his side as he failed to muster the energy to follow her pacing. She woofed softly at him as the words "You've brought me to heaven, too" entered his mind. <- THE END -> <2nd attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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