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Subject: {ASSM} P2C: "We Do What it Takes" by Stasya (MF rom)
Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 10:10:03 -0400
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<ed. note: Stasya wrote this one before he retired that persona.
Save only some minor editing, the story is as he last saw it.>


      We do what it takes by: Stasya T. Canine (a P2C story)

My wife...my dear, beloved and faithful wife...had tears in her
eyes as she settled me in my mobility cart and carefully positioned
the controls at my mouth. "Let's go for a walk," she said, pointing
at the forest trail.

Inwardly, I raged at my inability to do more than force the few
sharp puffs it took for me to turn myself in the direction she
pointed. 

She babbled, talking for herself and for me, her descriptions of
the ordinary filled with the passion she had shown in the first
years of our marriage.

Every so often she would pause and bend to brush my lips with
hers.  All I could do was force a few puffs and blink my eyes in
response.  Was it enough to let her know I still loved her? There
was one other response I could make. In some irony that we never
understood, my penis still functioned normally. We discovered that
detail when she bathed me and I let my mind admire her body.

My erection had surprised us both. In an attempt to bring me out
of my introspective misery, when we were in bed that night, she
impaled herself on me and carefully watched as she made me climax
within her.

It had done the trick. I started paying more attention to the
world around me. It took months of effort on my part but eventually
I managed to get her and the doctors to understand that I *could*
communicate, if only they would help me. She and I learned Morse
code.

My first complete words were simple. 'Love you.'

She'd cried tears of joy and settled in my unfeeling lap. 'I love
you too', she whispered softly before she cried herself to sleep.

 From that simple beginning she became a woman possessed. She was
the one to find the mobility chair and help program the controls
before she surprised me with it. She was the one to help design the
system that let me have some control over a computer.

The following years saw us patiently rebuilding our lives as best
we could.  As best she could. There were many times when I gave up.
There were many times I refused to see the point in continuing my
life.

Each time I gave up, she smiled and lightly brushed one of her
hands against my crotch. "You can't feel this but I can. Your mind
can't remember but your body does." On those dark, dark nights of
despair she took the time to position me and then gently bring us
both to orgasm.

Her glittering and lust-filled eyes, along with my cherished
memories, were enough to keep us both going when it otherwise
seemed so hopeless.

Then, three nights ago, while I was staring at the computer and
dreaming of things that might have been, she surprised me.

"I want your child."

The resulting argument lasted for hours. I conceded when she
pointed out the one thing I'd forgotten. "How can you stop me? I
could have made you father my child any time I wished." She turned
me so she could look into my eyes. "For all these years, I've made
sure I wouldn't get pregnant. I still won't get pregnant until you
say one word."

I'd slowly puffed out the code for two words. "Our clearing."

She'd held me close that night and cried herself to sleep while I
stayed awake and worried about the future.

      * * *

A naked wood nymph danced in front of me. She glowed as she
beckoned me forward into her lair. Grass bent under her feet as she
danced across it. Her naked body entered and left my vision as she
enticed me into the center of her home.

Her laughter filled me as she removed all of my clothing. Her
touch was gentle, oh so very gentle, as her deft fingers spoke to
my body in the language I could never speak again.

Her need was so great I could smell it as the breeze swirled
around us.

Before my body could fully respond she pulled her hands away. My
mind raged anew at how fate had left me unable to follow my desires.

Her lips touched mine before there was a whisper. "Before you give
me your gift, I want to give you mine."

The wood nymph, *my* wood nymph, danced away from my helpless
body. She twirled, she laughed. With an abruptness that startled me
she stopped all movement and then arched herself so I could clearly
see what she had used to keep me interested in life.

Frozen in that triumphant arch, one of her hands reached down and
with a careful effort removed the final barrier to pregnancy. With
a smile that spoke volumes, she casually tossed it to one side.

The change in her startled me. She'd always been vivacious and
radiant. Now, she was female as female was always meant to be.

Unrestrained. Glowing. Filled with purpose.

One purpose.

To have her man's child.

She came back and eased me away from my seat. When she allowed us
to fall to the ground she was laughing. She held me as she rolled
so I was on top of her. Her hands moved my head so we could lock
eyes.

"It is time."

Without any more words she engulfed me. Within minutes, she gasped
and relaxed beneath me.

      ---

      Stasya T. Canine June 10, 2001

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