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zoo F/dog MF

This was my 'zoo' answer to 'Maria's Challenge'.
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Summer Nights - An Evening's Entertainment
by: Stasya T. Canine
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As Lotus and I were checking the fence line, one of my neighbors, Kim,
motioned us over to visit.  After Lotus got her required attention,
Kim watched her wander off.

"Want to go see a special show tonight?"  Is that a blush being forced
down?

"Special?"  I'm cautious when Kim asks me something like this.  She
has an unusual sense of humor and she isn't afraid to use it on me.
"And what kind of show?"

"Something you might be interested in.  A dog and bitch show with a
dog fucking a woman."  She's definitely blushing.

"You're kidding.  I didn't know there was a woman around here willing
to do that."

"I've seen her in action.  She really gets into it.  More..."  She
hesitates and then rushes on.  "Like you are but willing to do it in
front of others."

That gets my attention.  Kim's a good judge of people.  If she thinks
the woman is a zoosexual, then I'm definitely interested.  "Sure, I'll
go.  She sounds like a person I might want to get to know."

* * *

We arrived at an ordinary house in a residential area on the other
side of town.  Kim and I had been talking a little on the way over.
She told me that the woman, who calls herself 'Justina Leggs', doesn't
live where she puts on her shows.  She has someone else provide the
place.  Not surprisingly, it's also expected that folks will give her
some sort of tip when they leave after the show.

Kim first heard about the show when one of her co-workers mentioned
her boyfriend had gone to see some woman let herself get screwed by a
dog.

Kim also mentioned Justina brings her own dog. I was surprised and
said so. "One of the guys asked her if she would fuck someone else's
dog.  'I prefer my lovers experienced' - was how she brushed him off."

I had to chuckle at that.  "Makes sense.  Especially if she really
does love her dog.  It would feel like you were cheating and wouldn't
be the same as being with a long time lover."

Not too long after we arrived, everyone was led into a large room that
was well lit and had chairs around a large bed.  Seated on the edge of
the bed was a woman who was naked except for a party mask over her
eyes and an obvious wig.  Next to her was a handsome German Shepherd.
She was petting him and didn't pay attention to anyone as we settled
ourselves.

"That's it Justina.  They're all yours now."  Our host quietly closed
the door as he left.

Justina lifted her head and then shook her hair back before she swept
the room with her eyes.

One gesture and it was as if five years had vanished.

'Justina Leggs' was Lynne, the woman I probably would have married if
she hadn't been too uncomfortable with the relationship Lotus and I
shared. We'd agreed to stay friends after we admitted the spark wasn't
there but eventually I lost track of her.  When I remembered her, I
figured she had gotten on with her life and was happy.  During the
time we'd known each other, she'd never been one to dwell on the past
or let it hold her back.

Seeing her like this was a shock.  What could have made her take a dog
as her lover?

As her eyes scanned past me, there was no hint that she realized who I
was. Considering how close we'd been and how long we'd been lovers, I
had to accept that for whatever reasons, she didn't recognize me.  Of
course, I'd never been interested in sex shows as a way to get turned
on.

That lack of recognition was definitely going to be a problem.  I knew
that more than likely, once she had a chance to really get a good look
at me, she would recognize me.

It hurt to watch the 'show'.  All my doubts that this person could
possibly be Lynne were gone by the time she and her dog finished.  All
the gentle moves she and I had shared - were now shared with her
latest lover.  The little moans and grunts of pleasure that I
remembered as clearly as if we had just made love yesterday rather
than almost five years ago - were the same. Her subtle skin and muscle
shifts that I remembered as indicating her intense pleasure and
finally orgasm...  were all there.

I sighed deeply as Justina was calmly waiting for him to soften and
withdraw.

"Paul?"  Kim whispered in my ear.  "What's wrong?"

"Plenty.  I'm scared."  I squeezed her leg slightly.  "Later."

She looked as if she wanted to ask more but I shook my head.  She
looked at Justina and finally turned back to study me.  Whatever it
was she saw, it must have satisfied her because she wrapped an arm
around me and gave me a gentle hug.

I leaned into her and started crying.

When Justina finished with her dog, she settled on the edge of the bed
and calmly asked if there were any questions. She also smiled slightly
and said she'd take the time to visit with any of us privately - if we
wished.

After she answered the few questions people were willing to ask
openly, there was an awkward silence.  One of the men stood and then
walked over to place some money on the bed before he walked out.  That
was all it took to start a general exodus.  I noticed that most people
sort of looked embarrassed as they left money on the bed next to her
and thanked her or just looked away and stammered that they had
enjoyed the show.

Before I stood up, I pulled out my wallet and dug through it.  When
Kim's eyes widened and she started to comment on what I was about to
do, I shook my head and whispered "Not here.  I'll explain later."

While we waited for everyone else to leave I concealed the torn one
dollar bill - that held so many memories - in one hand.  As the last
person left we walked over to thank Justina.

"Hello Justina.  I appreciate what you shared with us.  I'd like to
give you this."  I reached down and gently tried to turn her hand
over.  I noticed she flinched slightly before she relaxed enough to
let me turn her hand palm up.  I showed her what I held and gently
placed it in her open palm.

She glanced down and then jerked her head back to stare at me.  Her
face turned white and she raised her hand to study what I had given
her.  She looked at me and I could sense her studying me.  I saw a
question start to form as her eyes flickered sideways to Kim.  "No,
she's only a neighbor who moved in a few years ago.  Nothing more.  I
haven't formed a serious attachment with a woman since..."  I pointed
at the torn bill.  "I'll wait around if you think I should."

"Paul?  It is really you?"  It was a mere breath of sound. I nodded
instead of saying anything.

She flushed and looked at Kim.  "How well do you know him?"

"If you are asking me if I know about Paul and Lotus, yes, I know that
much. The rest of it?"  She shrugged slightly.  "We're neighbors who
relax together sometimes.  Nothing more.  It was my idea to have him
come here.  I thought he'd be interested in meeting someone I thought
might be a zoosexual like he is.  I didn't know the two of you knew
each other until just now."

Justina turned her head and petted her dog.  Eventually she nodded
slowly. "Please.  Kim, I'd like to see Paul - alone - after everyone
else has had a chance to talk to me privately."

"Of course."  I turned my head slightly.  "Kim?"

Kim turned and studied Justina for a bit.  Her voice was gentle when
she finally spoke.  "Take as long as you need."

* * *

When I entered the room again, Justina pointed to one of the chairs
next to the bed.  I paused and then nodded before settling in it.

"Lynne?"

She flinched and shook her head.

"Lynne died about 4 years ago.  I'm Justina, now."

I nodded slowly.  "OK.  This..."  I gestured at the room and the dog.
I let my hand fall to my side.  There wasn't anything I could say that
would have fully expressed my shock and dismay.

She smiled slightly and then tilted her head to one side in a gesture
I remembered too well.  She was asking me to wait until she had the
words to say what she wanted to say.

I leaned back and waited.

"This could be a bit awkward, you know.  I call him 'Thunder'.  His
real name is Paul."  She turned away and hugged the dog.  His fur
muffled her next words.  "I nearly died, after.  I needed a reminder
there was someone I once trusted.  Someone who was honest and didn't
betray me."

"I couldn't face you in person after it happened but I needed you
close.  I needed your support.  Paul was my answer.  At first, he was
there to protect me.  He's attack trained.  The police..."  She turned
and I saw the anger in her eyes.  "Couldn't assure me they would be in
time to save me if it happened again."

I heard a low rumble and Paul shifted to watch me.  I froze until
Justina calmed him.

"Paul.  Meet Paul."  Her lips quirked ever so slightly.  Her eyes
though... Haunted.  Pain filled.  Terrified.  Then she returned.
"He's OK.  Friend. Good friend.  Go check him out."

He jumped off the bed and cautiously checked me over.  I held out my
hands with the backs facing him.  Our eyes met and held.  Without
breaking contact, I shifted my head slightly in her direction.
"Well?"  I made it clear I was asking him for his opinion.

He turned away and studied her.  Eventually he raised his head and
sniffed deeply in her direction.  I watched as they studied each other
some more. She smiled ever so slightly, nodded, and then made a small
gesture in my direction with one hand.  His ears flickered slightly in
my direction and then back.  She nodded again.

His ears came all the way alert and he turned back to me.  That huge
head worked its way under  one of my hands and he lifted so my hand
slid up his nose.  I was accepted and his invitation was clear.  "Pet
me."  Cautiously, I did.  Apparently I was too cautious.  He got more
forceful in his demands for attention.

Eventually I looked up from my namesake.

"Congratulations.  You're still Paul."  I must have looked startled
because she continued.  "I ask.  He decides who we can trust."

"Oh."  I nodded slowly.  This wasn't the woman I had known almost five
years ago.  That person had complete faith in her ability to judge
people. Justina obviously had little faith in her skills.

What had happened?  How come she hadn't sought me out?  We parted
friends. No, more than friends.  We had still been lovers in every way
except physically.

What had happened to destroy that closeness and trust?

I sighed as I decided to take a chance.  "Do I get to know what
happened?  I can wait forever if need be.  This can be the last time
we ever meet if that's what you want from me..."

"NO!"  It was jerked from her.  "I've tried to imagine us meeting
again.  I never dreamed..."  She shrugged.  "Things will never be the
same for either of us.  I know that much."

She paused and called Paul back to her side.  "I don't know if I'll
ever again trust a human enough for sex.  Oh hell.  I don't know if
I'll ever be able to trust enough to let someone simply hold me and
comfort me."

She locked her eyes with mine.  There was fear in them.  And hunger.
"I've found you again.  I was so afraid of men I couldn't bring myself
to get in touch.  Yet, here you are."

"I don't want to lose you again.  I can't yet live with anyone who
would even hint at wanting me for their sexual pleasures.  I need
companionship but I can't stand to be held.  What are the chances that
I could find anyone else who would accept that and..."  There was a
long pause as she turned away and gazed at something only she could
see.  "What are the odds I could ever find someone who would
understand what Paul means to me?"

"I can't promise you anything.  I may never be able to cuddle with
you.  I may never be able to share what we once shared."  She lowered
her head and I barely heard her next words.

"I lost you once.  I don't want to lose you again.  I need *you* far
more than you'll ever need *me*."

I shivered.  I could see her pain.  I could feel it.  Her remembered
terror and what it had cost her to force herself to say those words
was obvious.  Her naked body was covered in sweat.  There was an odor
in the air that had nothing to do with the sex of a short time before.

She shuddered and then reached for her purse.  I was startled by how
quickly she found what she was looking for.  Gingerly, fearfully, she
stood up and faced me.  I could tell she was forcing herself to take
each hesitant step.  Her hands shook as she took one of my hands and
turned it over.  I watched as she carefully placed the other half of
that dollar in my hand.

"If you'll have me, I want to try and be Lynne again."

My mind drifted back to just over seven years ago.  I remembered the
years after I had decided to bring a terrified and insecure bitch into
my life. As those memories brought me back to the present, I closed my
hand around that torn bill.  "As I long ago did for Lotus...  I'll do
my best for you now."

"Welcome home.  Lynne."  I was rewarded with a spark of life in those
haunted eyes.

"Lotus."  She barely breathed it.  "I had forgotten..."

She closed her eyes as she started crying.  "Lotus returned with your
help. You've done something nobody has been able to do since..."  She
shivered.

"You've given me hope."

"Thank you."
----

Stasya T. Canine
June 6, 2000

---

"All I am is 'words on a screen'."

In this group (ASSD), more so than many on the net, that isn't true.
You are the words, true.  But, you are also the emotions those word
choices, and the order you use them in, reveals.  Word choices and how
they are used, is the 'body language' of a 'words on the screen' world.

--Stasya T. Canine, December 29, 2005--

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