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When Bitches Can Type
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OK.  I admit it.  It was a crazy thing to do, but I was all alone...

The coffee shop had free Wi-Fi and I had my palmtop with me so I killed some
time by skimming through the 'meet-your-mate' sites.

I was browsing a newly created zoosexuality site when I spotted an unusually
worded ad that wound up changing my life:

"Bitch seeks master. Willing to bestow affection and a lifetime supply of
free food and free medical care.  In addition, will supply 'to the death'
devotion and act as bodyguard.  Willing to share bed, if master agrees to
stroke in return.   Massages appreciated, bonus payments for services will be
excessive kissing, intense cuddles and other perks to be named after
settlement of initial terms of lifetime contract.  lonelybitch@bpanml.org"

I recognized the domain.  You couldn't avoid knowing about it because the
media had gone crazy while sensationalizing the trial that won the Biolab
animals recognition as full humans.  I'd waded though all the coverage
because I had a fantasy that I seldom shared:  'I couldn't see myself loving
anything except a bitch, a bitch who could love me in return--and clearly
express that love.'

Don't ask me why I had that dream, or why I didn't fantasize about humans.  I
still can't answer those questions.  I'd done ok growing up.  I didn't hate
other people, just didn't have much use for them personally.  Maybe it was
because I grew up in the city.  My parents weren't very social, and all my
life, it was 'keep your head down and avoid attention'.

Maybe that's part of it.  If I got serious about someone, or 'they' found out
I was still a virgin, I'd be a laughing stock, a joke.

I was already that.  I didn't need to make it worse.

Why, then, my fascination for sex with bitches?  Or, not bitches, really, but
women who *looked* like bitches?

I still don't know.  Denial?  Maybe.  Because I liked dogs?  What a joke that
thought is.  My only meetings with dogs had been encounters with guard dogs
and *those dogs* were never friendly.

Casual encounters?  No...  None of those, either, nor had I or my parents
ever owned one.

Yet, ever since I discovered sex, I'd looked at pictures of bitches and
they'd gotten me more excited than any other images.

Was I confused?  You bet, especially during those rare times when I did more
than jerk off.

'Discovering myself?'  Yeah...  I did that.  I knew a LOT about what turned
me on, but that was as far as I went, and any news about talking bitches was
just fuel for my fantasies.

Anyway, 'bpanml.org' was operated by the animals who had decided to leave the
original project and make their way in the real world.  It stood for 'Biolab
Project Animals', and visiting their site was the closest I had ever expected
to get to living my fantasy.

How could I NOT reply to an ad like that?

I entered a simple yet, I hoped, different enough reply that it would get her
attention:

"I've dreamed of meeting someone like you.  Are you the Bitch of my dreams?
Wondering... studdog@fantasyland.net"

Two days later the doorbell rang.  Surprised, I opened my door to discover a
Golden Retriever bitch settled on her haunches and studying me.  "Are you
'studdog'?"

I blushed.  "Err...  Yeah."

Her ears shifted backwards slightly.  "Are you one?"

"Ahhh..."  I shuffled my feet, embarrassed.  "No. Idon'thaveaclueI'mavirgin."

"Good." The ears came forward slightly but stayed low on her head.

"Huh?"

"Willing to learn?"

What the hell?  Who wrote this script?  This wasn't a bit like anything *I'd*
dreamed up.  "Umm.  Yeah.  Suppose so."

She sneezed delicately.  It was, I noticed, a decidedly feminine sneeze. Then
she stood up and turned sideways to me.  This time her head was turned away
slightly, lowered, and her ears were almost flat and shifted to the back of
her head.  "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Umm..."  Where were these hot flushes coming from?  I didn't think she was
'pretty'... I thought she was my living fuck fantasy come to life!  "Ahh..."

"Sexy, huh?"  The ears had come up and shifted forward a little.  Her head
had stayed lowered.

Obviously caught, (I didn't know about her nose, then), I sighed.  "Very."

She turned a bit more, then raised her tail and bent it slightly to the right
at the base.  It looked like it was broken, but I wasn't paying much
attention to that.  I was getting  my first good look at the sexual parts of
a real bitch, and...

She lowered her tail and walked over to poke her nose past me and inhale
deeply though it.  "Masturbate a lot?"

I blushed again.  "Uh huh."  I dared a comment of my own, since it seemed
like she wanted me to say something more.  "You make me want to masturbate."

Her reaction surprised me.  Her head jerked up and turned so she could stare
at me.  Her ears, I had the feeling they would have been perked straight up
and facing me if they'd been able to.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  You're a lot better than the pictures I use."  I figured I'd blown
it, might as well be honest, now.  I didn't know what else to say that
wouldn't make things worse.

She laughed.  "Honest and selfish.  I like that.  We can work the rest out as
we go."  She suddenly pulled back and resettled on her haunches to look up at
me.  "I want to try.  Do you?"  This time there was none of the assured
forcefulness behind her words.  She sounded...

I couldn't stop myself from staring at her.  She sounded like I did.
Vulnerable.  Easy to hurt.  Scared.  I didn't know it then but if I'd been
familiar, even a little bit, with dog body language, I would have known the
forceful attitude was a pose.  Her ears had been telling a different story
all along but I'd never seen it.  I'd never known it was being told.

Memories and knowledge filled in the details I'd missed because of ignorance.

We looked at each other in silence. Finally:  "Well?  Going to invite me in?"

"Ummph.  Yeah...  Uhh...  Come on in..."

She saved me.  "Lonelybitch.  Jessica.  Jess, to my friends.  I've never had
a lover so you can pick what you like.  OK?"

I choked.  "Umm.  Yeah.  I'm Tom.  Come on in, Jess.  My home is yours, and
all that."

She stood, then pushed past me.  "Where's the bedroom?  I'm tired of
masturbating alone."

Well, I'd had my fantasy answered.  I think.
-----

That had been a year ago.  It had been just as much of an 'adventure' since.
-----

"Hey, Jess!"

She rolled over and looked at me.  "Morning, Tom.  You're excited.  Got a
good reason for waking me up this early?"

I grinned, not taking her needling too seriously.  We always woke up with
enough time for a morning fuck before going to work.  Grumbling about the
time was a shared private joke.   "Yeah.  Happy Anniversary, Bitch."

She sneezed.  "Fine.  Now fuck me.  We can figure out what to do with the
rest of the day after we get home this evening."

I chuckled and reached to slide her into position.  "You have the day off.  I
was thinking we could go use one of the Biopartner's guest cottages."

"Off?  But..."

I moistened a finger with my saliva and started working her vulva.  The
action served two purposes:  Get her ready and shut her up.  "Your boss
doesn't have a problem with it.  We've been saving it for a surprise.  Wasn't
easy, as nosey and dedicated as you are."

Her response was one I'd learned to enjoy during the last year.  Her hips
curled into my crotch and she started licking my face.

I lined us up and worked my way into her, teasing her a little by stopping 
and partially withdrawing before pushing further home.  We'd only been fully
fucking for about six months.  I'd been surprised that even though she was
several years old, she'd been as virginal as I had been.

Odd.  I'd never thought that both of us would be inexperienced sexually.  She
hadn't even mated with dogs and I hadn't done anything more than looking at
porn and reading once in awhile to fuel my masturbation fantasies.

Memories like that one made me chuckle in the middle of fucking her but she'd
had some inappropriate grins of her own I'd made her explain.  All in all, we
both liked to fuck for the selfish pleasure we felt, as much as we enjoyed
the closeness of the afterglow.

So, so far, it was just like any other morning had been for the last six
months.  And days.  And evenings. And nights...

One thing I'd had a hard time adapting to was how fast she reached orgasm.
We'd learned about it during the classes we'd taken but the reality of it was
difficult to adapt to for both of us.  We'd been offered chances to have sex
with experienced partners but we'd talked it over and gone on to learn on our
own.  

We'd both been young enough to dream of making that first time something
special between us, I guess.  For most of the animals and people in the
organization, their first times had been casual, done as part of learning
about sex with a different species.  Granted, some of the teachers and guides
had been experienced zoos before they joined but...

Jessica and I were suited for each other.  It was that simple, and yet so
complex.  It had, however, made our explorations and first penetrative sex
all the more special.

None of that mattered right now.  I moved in her a few times and then held on
and pressed our pubes together as hard as I could before stopping my
movements.  Practice had let us discover that this frozen moment was the
closest I could get to a full tie and it triggered her primary orgasm.  Her
tonguing grew more frantic and out of control for about a minute, then she
slowed down and her movements were more controlled.  It was the only
indication I had that she'd orgasmed, and I was selfish enough to get more
turned on by knowing I'd caused it.

Besides, I was shivering from all the hormones that were trying to take over
and it was a relief to let go and franticly fuck her.

I seldom lasted long during our morning fucks and this time was no exception.
I slammed us together again and felt my semen pulse through my penis.  It
would be a contest to see which of us cleaned her up as it oozed back out but
for now I was only thinking of and enjoying the idea that I was putting it
inside her.

A minute or so later we shifted, keeping the connection, but finding a
position that let us cuddle and share the afterglow.  Usually we just fucked,
hugged and then got ready for work.

I chuckled, still high on the emotions from the sex as well as thinking about
the rest of the day and ways we could celebrate our first year together. "OK,
Jess.  I'm not sorry I managed to keep the time off and the cottage idea a
secret from you."

She growled a little then relented.  "I love you, too."  She lifted her head
slightly to look past me.  "The picture needs straightening."

"Picture?"

"The one with the ad in it."

"Oh.  I like the one taken when we graduated and you were outfitted for your
first job."

Her sneeze of mild disgust was carefully directed away from me.  "You would.
I'll never forget how funny it was to watch you learning how to work my
waldos and run my suit by remote control."

I blushed.  "I only learned how to walk on two feet."

She switched subjects.  "Did you pick out a place, yet?"

"Left it for you, Jess.  I don't care where we go, as long as it's together."

"Good.  When I said 'lifetime', I meant it."

"Yeah.  Figured that out right away and I always wanted the same.  Never
thought I'd get this lucky."

We kissed and I let her clean the inside of my mouth.  I'd never understood
how she could deal with my 'morning breath' and so far every explanation
could be summed up as 'it's a dog thing'.

"Hey, Bitch."

"What?"

"Swap ends, will you?"

"Make me."

I stroked her belly a few times, enjoying the contact.  "Roll over."

"Hmmph."  But she complied.

I pushed and shoved until I could stick my face between her hind legs.  The
oozing semen looked tasty, so I cleaned her up while she stuck her nose in my
crotch and licked me clean.  It felt right to be this close, and her tongue
got me excited again.  Instead of doing anything about it, I let her lick me
into another orgasm.  When I felt it near, I pressed my mouth over her vulva
and sucked on it noisily, probing and tasting her.

I eventually shuddered and relaxed, then kissed her vulva lightly.  "Thanks,
Jess."

"I was being selfish.  You taste good."

I grinned.  "And you smell good.  Sexy.  I think you're finally going into
heat again.  'Bout time for it, isn't it?  I don't keep track."

"Never out with you in my bed."

We laughed at each other's whimsey, then stayed put for another cuddle.  I
fell asleep with my head between her legs and her nose in my crotch.

It felt as good as the raw sex did.

* * *

We were strapping on her waldo when she finally made her decision.

"Mountains.  I'm tired of the city.  I'm tired of clogging my nose with smog.
I'm also tired of the beaches and those damn Frisbees."

I laughed.  "Guess that makes us different.  I'm used to the smog, never
notice unless it's real bad.  I'll call transportation if you find out where
we're going."

She laughed.  "Definitely a mountain cabin.  I'll call and find out if any of
the close ones are available.  When are you going to learn how to drive?"

I sighed.  "You know how I feel about that.  I don't have the focus needed.
I'd probably get us killed if I tried."

She sat in front of me and looked up, then caressed my face with one of the
'hands' on her waldo.  "It's OK.  I can drive in an emergency, but I'd rather
use public transportation, or walk.  Being close to the job is more important
than my comfort, for now.  Besides, being chauffeured is one of the perks we
get for being who we are.  Nobody expected the breakthrough in automated
hardware design or the wireless interfaces that let us have our own hands."

I nodded.  The waldos weren't common yet and Jess was already a senior field
tester of the latest designs.  Nobody knew what was happening with the
Biopartner teams but we all assumed their designs were more suited to the few
specialty jobs they favored.

The waldo I'd helped Jess strap on was a general use model that was still in
the prototype stage.  Along with her 'suit' the two items allowed her to do
just about anything a human could do, with a few 'dog specialized' abilities
thrown in.

Jessica, as she'd hinted earlier, was unusually skilled at using her
mechanical hands for 'rapid response' tasks.  A demo we were both heartily
sick of was having to play Frisbee on the beach while being filmed.  The
whole 'Frisbee Issue' was a stereotype neither of us enjoyed living with.

We made our calls, then settled to wait for our ride.

* * *

The trip to the cabin took about an hour and we chatted with the driver and
her partner, catching up on any news about some of our friends.  Jess's
friends, mostly.  The class time had been a hectic blur for me and all I
really remembered were a few vivid, and usually embarrassing, scenes that
showed my ignorance of dogs in general.  On the other hand, I glanced over at
Jess and felt smug...  I'd scored unusually high on recognizing canine sexual
signalling.

We got out and the driver escorted us to the small cabin, chatting all the
while.

"I think you two will love it here.  We've spent some of our time in the
area.  Take the time to wander, some.  Don't spend all of your time in bed
with each other.  I know it's a special day but really, do more than
remembering the past year. Take the time to add some new memories for next
year."

She hesitated, then rushed on.  "There's an encrypted log you can access with
your usual account passwords.  Please, update it while you're here.  Leave
some memories and thoughts for the rest of us.  It's a tradition, now, and it
helps us all cope, sometimes..."

She turned abruptly and left us standing on the porch.  Jess and I looked at
each other and I wondered about what had happened to give the driver's voice
the unmistakable tones of pain.

I finally shrugged.  "We're here for our anniversary, right?  Let's worry
about that for now, if you don't mind."

She shook her head slowly, indicating she wasn't going to drop the subject
yet.  "It's an old wound, Tom.  The one we're all warned about, even you.
It's such a part of our lives that it's easy to forget how much it hurts."

I took a deep breath as I felt the sudden pain of remembering some of the
milder hate incidents we'd already suffered through.  "Oh, that.  The
fanatics who still think you folks are just glorified animals.  Aren't you
ever going to tell them the truth?"

She turned and started for the door.  "No.  We have enough problems without
that one thrown in.  Nobody has ever successfully disputed that we have to
take a long term view on it, no matter how we feel as individuals."

I sighed.  I still wasn't sure how I felt about 'the truth' and keeping it
secret.  She was right about the problems, though, and had generations of
collected experience to call on during any discussions.

Me?  I had nothing other than a desire to learn who I was, without fear.

It looked like that wasn't going to happen.  Like my first teacher had
said...  'Live with it folks.  The fanatics are always going to be here.'

"Yeah.  Live with it.  No choice, is there?"

"No, there isn't.  Get in here and help me get out of this contraption so I
can be a real bitch for awhile."

* * *

We'd found the log and skimmed it, then added our first impressions and why
we were there.  For the first time since we'd left the academy and started
working to earn our keep, I felt like I was part of an extended community.
There was a continuity in the log that gave me hope that we'd survive,
somehow.  What was also there, but it took Jess to point it out, was a sense
of small changes that had been taking place over the years.  The tones had
shifted from extremely frustrated and paranoid, to more relaxed ones of
feeling good about the world in general.

Maybe Jess had a point about not telling the truth, yet.  Only thing was,
logic had nothing to do with the way I felt about it.

We'd also found the latest map of the area and printed a couple of copies to
carry with us while we did some hiking.  

* * *

We stood on one of the local overlooks, enjoying the view.  I'd hiked, she'd
run and bounced, obviously exhilarated by the chance to relax and 'be a dog'.
I'd chuckled and threatened her with dire consequences, up to and including a
bath when she'd found something particularly obnoxious to roll in, but my
heart had been more involved with the game than making the threats seriously.
I'd learned that she enjoyed water and loved to just soak in the tub or let
the shower cascade over her.

Sex under those conditions was enjoyable, too, especially when soap was
involved.

For now, though, we both had other ideas.

Even so, I'd suddenly discovered I had a shy streak in me.

I was having problems with getting undressed so we could have sex in the
open.

"Come on, Tom.  I can smell your need from here.  This is private land and we
both know we aren't the first to want to fuck each other in the open.  It's
not..."  She definitely grinned at me.  "As if we haven't fucked in some
unusual and far riskier locations."

"I know, I know."  She'd surprised me into blushing when she'd first
suggested we fuck in the open instead of in a more secluded area.  It was a
new side of her personality I hadn't seen before.  Stripping hadn't been the
major problem.

I was so paranoid about being seen that I was having problems getting an
erection.  

"Can we just cuddle for now?"

She sneezed her frustration but came over to let me hug her.  Then she danced
away and flagged me.  "Deal with it. Now.  You have a tongue, use it."

I sighed.  I still wasn't sure about this but I definitely wanted to get
laid.

So...   I spread the blanket and got comfortable.  "Get over here, then."

She settled, rolled to her back and spread for me.   "Get to it."

I chuckled and started licking her hungrily.  It wasn't long before she
curled to give me easier access and when I stuck a couple fingers in, she
clenched and spasmed almost immediately.

That was all it took.  I shifted until I could fuck her and started pumping
away, using her legs to help roll her into a better position so I could drive
as deeply as possible.  This time, with the edge removed by our morning fuck,
I was able to slow down some and make it last.  Neither one of us wanted
'gentle', but we did want it to last more than a few minutes.

She didn't mind the multiple orgasms, either.

Eventually, though, my need drove me deeper and harder while I started
putting more weight on her.  It wasn't long until I let most of my weight
drive my cock as deep as it would go and I froze there while I spurted into
her again.

When I finished, I settled back and left us connected, then looked down.  Her
vulva was still twitching and when I put my hand on where we were joined, I
could feel her muscles quivering slightly as she kept spasming.  When I
looked along her body, her front legs were folded down and she had on a
dreamy smile that I knew meant she was perfectly content with things.

Even without words between us, I would have known she enjoyed the sex.

I yearned for the camera I'd brought with me but I wasn't about to go get it.
Instead, I had to be content with catching my breath and petting her stomach
while we recovered.

While I did that I looked around.  I was a little uneasy, still, but it was
being replaced with something else as I realized what we had just done.  For
the first time, we'd had sex in the open.

The *real* open.  Trees.  Sky.

Us.

My god...

I'd never dreamed I could feel this free.

"Jess."

"Mmm?"

"What are the chances of coming back here on our usual days off?"

"Good, I suppose.  Why?"

"I want to repeat the experience."

"Umm."  She didn't move her head, just closed her mouth a little and let out
a short, contented sigh of satiation.  "I think we can do better than that.
What would you say to moving here to live?"

I stared at her.  "You're serious?"

"I am."

"Can we afford it?"

"No, but I think I can convince either the company or the Biopartners to
transfer us here for 'field testing'.  The BP will understand why, even if
the real reasons are never mentioned."

I thought about it.  A city boy, born and true, and I wanted to spend time in
the wilds, just because I wanted the sex to be special.  "Yeah.  Let's try
it."

She curled to disconnect us and stood up.  "Grab your clothes."  She bounced
away with more energy than usual, then came back.  "It was intense for me,
too.  Let's go back to the cabin.  I have some calls to make."

Just before she took off at a dead run she glanced back over her shoulder.
"Happy Anniversary, and thanks."
----

"Community togetherness can lead to a consensus outlook that seeks and destroys any dissident element, no matter how small and really harmless"

Dean R. Koontz - "A Darkness in My Soul" - published June, 1972

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