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The Introduction
by Stasya T. Canine
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A teenager stands in front of a small gathering. Beside him is a Belgian
Shepherd. Her coat is glossy and she sits quietly with no nervousness.

His voice as he starts to speak is quavering but it gradually becomes more
normal as he tells his story. Several there notice that it became fully
normal when his hand seemed to unconsciously reach out and make contact with
her fur. A couple of *those* people smile to themselves and reach out to make
contact with *their* companions. They *know* how he feels. In the only way
possible. They traveled the same path.

"Hi.

"I'm Tom.

"I'm a survivor.

"I think I'm ready to tell you about it.

"No....

"I *need* to tell you about it. Not for you, for me.

"Thank you for letting me."

He sips at his glass of water.

"I loved my father and brothers. I would do anything for them. I did do
anything for them. Eventually.

"I was in junior high school before I found out that not everyone did what we
did.

"It wasn't love. It was their lust dominating me.

"Until then, I thought they loved me.

"When they tired of me and turned their attentions on my youngest brother, I
felt empty.

"Natalie was just a puppy then. Mother didn't seem to care but Nat always
seemed to be there for me." He affectionately ruffles the fur on her head.

"Just as she is now.

"I found myself turning to her when I was hurt and needed someone. More than
my parents, she raised me through puberty.

"She was my emotional support several years before we became more to each
other.

"After all, love was, to me, getting fucked in the ass. Sucking off other
men. I was an object, A tool to satisfy someone else. I didn't know I could
give of myself. I had learned that love was supposed to be demanding.

'Take off those clothes and come here.' 'I love the way your ass feels around
my dick. Boy.'

"They were only 'tender' if I didn't resist.

"Nat here was my lifeline. I could go to her and she'd accept whatever I
could give her. Many times, all I did was cry in her fur.

"Nat knows all my secrets and she has never betrayed me. I can *never* say
that about humans.

"I started having urges of my own. Strong ones. I had sometimes let Nat lick
me clean after one of them had their way with me.

"Finally, one day, she was licking me and she was in heat. I couldn't resist
my lust.

"So, I took her. She didn't object. She didn't abuse me after. She turned
back and cleaned me again.

His voice turns to a shout that echoes in the small room.

"Damn it, she accepted me! For the first time, someone was concerned for how
*I* felt!"

His voice turns soft with wonder.

"No one had ever done that before. Ever.

"That calm acceptance of hers helped me decide to go and tell someone what
had happened to me."

Crying, he kneels beside his dog and hugs her. The room is silent as they
wait. These people *know* he isn't finished yet.

Finally, defiantly, eyes filled with a burning anger and depth of raw hatred
that is felt by everyone and makes the dogs present raise their hackles, he
stares out again and speaks. This is the cold, frozen anger of a young man
who has walked the depths of hell and survived.

Natalie's low and rumbling growl is an eerie echo to his next words.

"So, here *we* are.

"If anyone.... ANYONE!" People actually cringe as his shout echoes, "Tries to
separate us, I'll rip their balls off and feed them to Nat!"

Softly, with his tears flowing and *still* with that frightening coldness, he
utters his final words and falls silent.

" *That's* a *promise*."
----

Stasya T. Canine
Feb, 1997

---Effective August 9, 2001: I, Stasya T. Canine, release this original work
to the public domain
__________________
Immortality has a price:  We get to live with our memories.
    From: World of Immortals - Awakening  by: Stasya T. Canine 

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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