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Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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"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 ->
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"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.

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