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Miscellaneous Zoo/Best Work (zoo, best, asst other codes, finished)
TBD
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This was the second story I ever wrote, and...

It shows.

I'm not proud of it, I dislike the way I wrote it...

Yet it was one many people used to request.

So, essentially unmodified...  I'll leave it available with most of
the original introduction still in place.  < sigh... >

This story concerns the sexual activities of a zoophile/zoosexual.

WARNING!!!!  The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual
acts with a bitch.  All of the usual warnings about suitability of
content, age restrictions and other legal stuff apply.  No one is
forcing you to read it so don't read it and then flame me telling me
how sick I am!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!   IT IS A STORY, PEOPLE!!

PLEASE STOP CONFUSING FICTION WITH REALITY!!

That done with, let's get on with the story.
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Bitch Sex!
---

Well, I've always gotten along fairly well with dogs.  Extremely well
ever since I was a teenager.  Many people have asked me how I do it. I
smile and tell them that I just seem to be able to bond with them and
become part of the 'pack'.  Also, I explain that it's a matter of
reading their body language.  So far all have accepted this as it is
something they can understand.  *grin*  I wonder what they would say
if they knew I've been a zoophile since my teens?  And the bonding
includes sex with dogs and bitches?  Is it any wonder we get along so
well?

It's fun to go looking for a partner.  Especially when a bitch decides
to 'seduce' me.

It starts with the usual getting acquainted.  I approach and hold out
the back of my hand for approval.  I allow her to make all the
movement from here.  By using the back of my hand I am saying 'here,
would you like to get to know me?  I mean you no harm.'  Too many dogs
associate an open palm with being corrected and will shy away or be
hostile.  Definitely NOT what I want!  If she sniffs and accepts me,
stage 2 begins.  I talk to her in a quiet voice and tell her I think
she is beautiful and is the most marvelous creature around.  I pet her
head and then work my way to petting her sides, scratching between her
ears, under her chin and gradually working my way over her whole body.
I even try using a finger to rub inside her ears.  Many dogs simply
collapse with pleasure at this.  I've had some paw my hand and drag it
to their belly.  A couple have even taken my hand in their mouth and
placed it where they want me to pet them.

After some time of this (and it may take several meetings),  I proceed
to the more intimate things.  By now the bitch accepts me quite well
and I proceed to the more intimate caresses.  If SHE hasn't started
seducing ME! (more on that later).  BTW: most of the foregoing is done
with me kneeling or actually sitting or laying down with her next to
me.  If I'm using a couch or bed, I will sometimes kneel on the floor
with her on the bed or couch.  Anything to get us on more equal terms!
Since I'm not a male dog, I've had to develop substitutes for typical
canine mating signals.  Obviously, I can't do much with my mouth, so I
use my fingertips and thumbtip and 'nibble' along the sides and
underneath her throat.  Then I slowly and caressingly start rubbing
her stomach and gradually work my way between her hind legs.  If she
starts getting uneasy, I back off and just pet her some more.  If we
are private, I talk to her quietly and lovingly throughout all of
this.  If she's in heat, by now she's usually frantic for some
intimate action.  And me? Well, by now I'm extremely aroused and
probably sending out sex pheromones of my own.  Since we're private at
this point, (This is not something I do in public!)  I am usually nude
during all of this.  My fingers slowly caress their way towards her
vulva.  I also have spent time scratching at the base of her tail on
top of her hindquarters.  At this signal, most bitches will, if ready
or aroused will start dancing a little jig from side to side and if
really horny by now will cock their tail to one side to indicate their
receptiveness to my advances.

For first times with a bitch, I prefer sex while she is in heat. There
is nothing quite like a bitch in heat.  She's so sexually aroused at
this point that all she wants is sex with something.  She's very
receptive at this point and penetration is accomplished with little or
no difficulty.  She's well lubricated, her vulva is extremely swollen
and it has risen upwards to allow penetration. Also, her vaginal
muscles are very relaxed and my penis can be inserted easily.  It's at
this time I can count on there being little resistance to my entry
when I fuck her.  Basically, she's doing nothing except thinking of
sex!  The pungent aroma of a bitch in heat is something that I find
extremely stimulating sexually.  It triggers an animal response in me
so that I too become an animal.  My only thoughts are of sex with this
beautiful creature.  I want nothing but to give pleasure and put my
throbbing hardon inside her.  However, I don't force myself on her at
any time.  If she shows signs of being uncomfortable, I slow down or
back off entirely.  I've learned that when having sex with bitches,
patience is well worth any frustration due to having to wait.  Sex
with a truly accepting bitch is, for me, the ultimate in
gratification.  She wants it, I want it, and there is no need for
words, thinking about it or anything else.  We are truly one in
purpose and all of our efforts are focused on our sexual activities.
Our orgasms, when they occur,  are the most intense I've ever had. No
woman I have had sex with has ever approached this intensity of
purpose.  An orgasm when in this state is when I truly feel one with
whoever I'm fucking.  Sex is part of it, but we become one to the
point that our souls merge.  It is this intense sharing that has
allowed me to understand and work with dogs so well.  We are able to
speak a mutual language or shared feelings and experience.

Anyway, assuming the bitch is receptive, I caress her intimately and
slowly work a finger inside her vulva.  I gently rub her clitoris and
enjoy watching her vulva twitch and rise towards her tail.  If she's
in season,  I inhale her aroma through my nose and allow my instincts
a little more freedom.  Many times, in season or out, I lower my lips
to her and lick and worry her treasure. Out of season, my saliva
mingles with her secretions and allows my fingers easier entry.

After using my fingers to stretch her so she will accept me, the main
course begins.  If she is unused to this action, I arrange things so I
can screw her from behind as a male dog would.  This is the payoff! By
now, we are both so focused that it is all I can do to ease myself
into her.  This is where all the stretching with my fingers has led.
Entering a bitch is not like entering a woman.  Unless she has been
well used and is very sexually active, you cannot just grab a bitch
and thrust like a male dog.  I do admit though that the experience of
being able to enter her without guiding myself is an unbelievable
experience.  Usually, I grab her right leg at the top with my right
hand  so I can steady and guide her.  I use my left hand to hold my
penis and work it into her.  I work the head around in her vulva and
get it lubricated so it will slide in easier.  If she is out of
season, I angle my dick about 45 degrees upwards and work it slowly
into her opening.  If she's in season. her vulva is swollen and has
risen to allow free entry.  At the very entrance is the first of 2
constrictor muscles I must get past.  When in season, these are
relaxed and she is so well lubricated that it takes almost no effort
to enter.  If not, this first one is the hardest one to get past as I
must provide support for my dick as I force my way in.  Then, with her
vagina providing some stiffening, I now concentrate on working past
the next muscle.  I work myself back and forth to get myself
lubricated. Suddenly, her muscles relax enough so that my penis slides
in and our pubes make contact.  We pause for a time and enjoy the
feeling as we get used to this.  I've noticed that when in season,
sometimes I can feel the beginning of her uterus against the head of
my dick.  A bitch's uterus is split and formed into a 'V' shape.  It
is the tip of this 'V' that I feel. A truly unique experience when it
happens.  Already stimulated, the pressure against the tip of my dick
sends me to new heights.  The only other time I've felt this type of
stimulation is during masturbation or manual stimulation of my penis.
If we are coupled dog style, my hands now firmly grasp the upper part
of her legs and pull her firmly against me.  I savor the heat of her
wrapped around me.  She feels soo hot and silky smooth.  Her muscles
pulsate and spasm around me. If she's really excited, she utters quick
little yips and growls of pleasure. We are surrounded by a cloud of
musk and sexual scents.  Slowly I start my movements and she hers. All
the while her muscles are squeezing me and pulsing.  At first I rock
back and forth without withdrawing any.  As our lust builds and she
becomes more lubricated, I start sliding a little bit more of me in
and out with each stroke.  If she is fairly new to this, I moderate my
pace and am gentle with her.  If we have been together a lot then I
can abandon myself and we slam together full force.  Either way, by
now, all we can think about is the joining of our bodies.  I become
nothing more than a penis trying to bury itself inside her.  I feel
her vulva as it slides up and down me and with each stroke it kisses
the area at the base of my penis.  Both constrictor muscles are
spasming on my shaft.  When she orgasms, it is like two fists
squeezing me with a rhythmic pulsing.  After a while of this stroking,
be it pounding lust or long and gentle strokes, urgency begins to
overtake me.  At the end of each stroke I force my dick as deep as it
will go.  Our pubic bones grind together.  I become so sensitive it
seems as though I can feel every bump inside her.  Every little twitch
of her vagina becomes almost unbearable.  I am now nothing more than
that part of my body from the tip to the base of my penis.  All
feelings and efforts are concentrated in that one part of my body. All
else ceases to exist until finally, with a huge surge my hands lock
around her legs and our pubic bones slam together.  All my muscles
lock and I freeze in this position, quivering as my orgasm finally
arrives.  My penis pulses as it pumps my semen into her.  For every
pulse, there is a quivering response from her.  Finally, after an
eternity that lasts but moments, I return to this world.  My orgasm
has been so intense that to withdraw or do more than ease a little of
the pressure between us is impossible.  Actually painful.  As I
continue to spasm and twitch, I press against her again and again.
Slowly, I soften inside her.  If we have been doing it 'dog' style, I
finally regain enough control to release my hands and allow her to
pull away.  As she shakes herself, some of my come goes flying.  If
things have been really intense, it will be some time before I feel
like doing more than collapsing where I am.  If we have been laying on
our sides, We simply relax where we are and sometimes take a short nap
while remaining coupled.  Our temperatures are so well matched that I
can no longer tell where my penis stops and her vagina begins.  I
stroke her and pet her.  Sometimes, this gets me hard again and I fuck
her again without softening very much.  Once in a great while, I never
soften at all and I proceed without stopping to fuck her again.  And
the cycle repeats itself.  If we are face to face, we share a kiss and
relax.  We have spoken the language without words, where lies are
impossible.  Does it matter that we are different species?  Do we care
that some people find this wrong?  NO!  We have each other.  AND, we
have no doubts about ourselves.  This is ultimate love.  There is no
doubt of it in my mind.  Without all the labels and other trappings we
humans use, we KNOW how we feel about each other.  This is a
'knowing-without-words' type of knowing.  It cannot be fully expressed
with words.  If you've experienced it, you know what I mean.  If you
haven't experienced it, then no amount of words will explain it.

My most pleasurable times are with a bitch who is so used to this we
can lay on our sides belly to belly with her legs around me and I
thrust into her.  In this position, when we climax, I can simply lie
there and relax while still coupled with her.  As I thrust into her,
some bitches are so aroused that they insist on using their tongue
inside my mouth.  At this point, I'm so far gone that I simply open my
mouth wide and allow her to wash the entire inside of my mouth.  I've
had a bitch put her tongue partway down my throat and I've been so
aroused that I never choke or resist. Every sensation becomes
pleasure.  At this point, pain doesn't exist.  Only later do I become
aware enough to realize I've sometimes picked up a new bruise, raw
spot or scratch.  As we reach our climaxes, her tonguing becomes
frantic and I can only focus on 2 things.  Her tongue inside my mouth
and my dick about to explode.  Heat, her fur against my body, the
smell of lust. All this and more combine and suddenly I orgasm.  My
hips slam into her and all my muscles lock.  All I can think of now is
to get as deep as I can.  My whole body slams into her as if it could
merge with hers.  Sometimes, she will give her own yips or low growls
as she orgasms.  If I haven't come when she starts, many times this
will send me over the edge. Sometimes she gets so excited that she
pulls off of me and dances and shakes and shivers with pleasure.  Then
she turns and starts to lick me clean.  My orgasm is so intense that
many times I have to hold her back because her licking me is painful.

Something else that really turns me on is that with some bitches, if I
feel just in front of the 'V' of her pelvis and apply pressure with a
finger, I can feel my penis moving inside her.  The first time I
discovered this, I had to make some unusual movements to convince
myself it really was ME I was feeling.  To pump away and feel my penis
moving back and forth is, for me, a very exciting sexual turn on.  I
enjoy it most during a long slow easy session rather than a vigorous
one.  That way I can savor the experience!

Of the two styles, I prefer making love to a bitch laying down.  I can
then devote my attention to contact and stimulation without having to
worry about the size differences or keeping my balance or all the
other little distractions.  Orgasms in this position are when we truly
become one and can savor every moment before, during and after our
activities.  It also allows us to remain coupled afterwards.  Many
times I've gone to sleep still connected with a bitch.  A nice thing
is that by being this close, even though soft, my penis remains within
her.  If neither of us moves while asleep, I found it not unusual to
wake up hard again and enjoy another session with her.  Also, many's
the time when I coupled with a bitch and simply fucked her without
orgasming and pleasured her. Or we simply coupled and then lay
together for the company.

With some dogs our partnership has been that of lovers in every sense
of the word.  And when we did separate, for me, it was the loss of a
lover, not just a dog.

I mentioned being seduced by a bitch earlier.  I'm not going to
mention being propositioned by male dogs.  Everyone is fairly familiar
with the idea that when a male dog wants sex, he can be pretty obvious
about it.  What most people don't admit is that a bitch can be just as
horny and just as demanding.  For a male zoophile to find a bitch like
this is to find the ultimate partner.  I've had a few and if anything
keeps me being a zoo, it's that knowledge.

A bitch will display sexual attraction in several ways.  The most
obvious is when she turns her rear towards you and cocks her tail to
one side (if she has one).  Also, as her tails moves to the side her
vulva will raise noticeably.  This is to allow easy access for a
penis, be it yours or a dogs.  If a bitch does this, she definitely
considers you a suitable sex partner.  Another indication of readiness
can be when she walks up and starts snorting your crotch.  This can be
accompanied by an insistence on you getting everything out of her way
so she can lick your dick and balls and other parts of your genital
area.  Jerking off while a bitch is doing a vigorous tonguing of your
balls and surrounding area is extremely enjoyable.  Note: a bitch is
more likely to want to spend time doing this than a dog will.

Most bitches I've been around also enjoy being vigorously scratched
right at the base of their tail.  If they cock their tail to one side
while you are doing this, they are usually getting sexually turned on.
Many times, we've made a game of this activity.  she'll approach me
and I'll start with the attention and deliberately ignore some of the
sexual signals she's sending.  As she gets more aroused, she gets more
insistent about things.  When we finally do have sex, I can visibly
see her saying 'it's about time damn it!'  That's when the pure lust
comes in and we both are nothing more than animals fucking our brains
out!

Until next time.........

Hope you enjoyed this!
~~~

This story concerns the sexual activities of a zoophile/zoosexual.

A quick word on working definitions. A zoophile loves and cares for
their partner.  A zoosexual is zoophile who has a sexual relationship
with their partner.  A bestialist (yes, correct spelling), USES their
partner for self-gratification with no concern for their partner. Sort
of like the difference between having a lover and using a rubber doll.

WARNING!!!!  The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual
acts with a bitch.  All of the usual warnings about suitability of
content, age restrictions and other legal stuff apply.  No one is
forcing you to read it so don't read it and then flame me telling me
how sick I am!

Author's Note: This story is the one that got expanded into 'Headed
for The Hills'.
---

The Camping Trip
---

I wake with the morning sun gently peeking through the pine trees.

I'm still groggy from the all night lovemaking session with my lover.

In fact, I'm semi-hard and still coupled with her.

Too tired to do more than think about what happened last night, I
admire my lover's beautiful body, savor the feel of my dick in her
cunt and go back to sleep with images of last night's passion to
insure pleasant dreams.

.......

Yesterday.

The first time that I've been able to plan an overnight  camping trip
in what seems like forever.

My bitch and I have been together for years now.

We've been lovers since her second heat.

We both love the outdoors and camping.

Unfortunately, job pressure has allowed nothing more than quick
weekend day trips to relax in the mountains.

With all of the people 'getting away' these days, we've been lucky to
get more intimate than a quick feel now and again.

Anything more intimate has been a virtual impossibility.

I don't know who is more frustrated by this, me or her.

Many's the time on day hikes that she has approached me for something
more than hugs and pets.  Each time I've gently refused, she has been
very disappointed.

The look in her eyes is always heartbreaking.

Her resigned snort of frustration tells me better than any words how
she feels.

Each time, I cuddle her, laugh, get a doggy grin in return and then we
continue with our day's activities.

Sure, we both enjoy ourselves at home.

Sex outdoors with your lover is special.

There is a feeling of being one with nature that makes it so
rewarding.

As I grab the always ready backpack from the closet, my lover opens
one eye and watches me from where she lays on the bed.

When I get out the tent we use on overnight trips she decides to get
up and express more interest in things.

When the sleeping bag goes on the table the room is suddenly filled
with a blur of excited bitch that now paces from the bedroom to the
front door.

I am being urged to hurry up now.

Since I'm still naked, I'm also being prodded with a nose and tongue
in my genitals.

Laughing, it's all I can do to finish putting the pack together.

Lick.

Snort.

Bounce on bed.

Stop in doorway.

Look over her shoulder.

Flag me by moving her tail to one side and displaying for me.

Head to the front door and repeat the cycle.

When I finally finish checking the ties, it's 'come here beautiful'
and I open my arms to be knocked backwards onto the bed by one very
excited and willing bitch.

After a short time nuzzling each other, I tell her 'enough already,
let me get dressed and we'll get out of this place!'!

.......

As we travel towards the mountains, I think about where we're going to
spend our time together.

I know where we're going.

Many years ago a woman friend and I found a small clearing well off
the normal hiking routes.

We had met while hiking and impulsively decided to join up for the
weekend.  After comparing notes we decided to do some off-the-track
exploring in some areas that neither one of us was willing to explore
alone.

We hit it off quite well and her dog and my bitch seemed to get along
with each other as well.

I think, too, that even then we had suspicions about each other.

I remember glancing at her and surprising a sort of half-smile several
times.  I'm sure she did the same thing when she watched me.

Both dogs were sometimes pretty obvious about things and neither one
of us really got upset about it.

Since then, our friendship became love and we are old, comfortable
lovers.

We're both comfortable with our lifestyles and neither one of us has
married.  We've discussed it and decided to go on as we are.  Over the
years, on the times we do get together, it's become a shared joke.

Anyway, we found this little clearing way back in the hills.  Over the
years, neither one of us has seen any evidence that other people have
found it. If they have, they leave it as clean and untouched as we do.
We have an unspoken agreement to never bring anyone else to it.  This
clearing is *ours* in a very special way.

There are several ways to get to it and some of them are fairly close
to where I can park the jeep.

Today, though, I've decided to park the jeep at the home of some
friends who live nearby and then hike in the long way.  I have the
2-way radio with me (always) and I plan to be in the hills for several
days.

I've already called ahead and advised them of my plans for an extended
stay and the general area I'll be hiking in.  As an on call
search-and-rescue member, I'm depressingly aware of how few people
think that far ahead.

There have been a couple of times I happened to be already in the area
when someone has had problems.  Happily, most times things turn out
ok.  When they don't, both of us are depressed for days afterwards.
Especially when we were the ones to find them.

Needless to say, my backpack contains a stripped down version of my
full search kit.

As I unload and get ready to go, she does all her usual dog type stuff
and gets reacquainted with my friends.  Finally, I'm set and off we
go.
..........

We've met some old friends and made some new ones on the way in.

The campsite is set up, we've both had dinner and we've relaxed by our
fire.  (note to the novice: don't do any serious cooking at a campfire
while nude.  More than the food can get burned!)

The whole trip in, she's been giving me 'the look'.  We both know
what's coming.

Do you have any idea how hard it can be to hike long distance with an
almost permanent hardon?  I would have loved nothing more than to stop
somewhere at the start of the trail and slam my dick into her and fuck
my brains out.

I sigh to myself.  No real good places to be found.  Don't think I
haven't looked.

Oh well, the thought of several days alone with her more than makes up
for the frustration.  I think the damn bitch has been deliberately
goading me.  She's GOT to be as frustrated as I am!

There is no finesse or gentleness as I take her for the first time.

After licking her to get some lubrication, I kneel behind her and use
my hand to get my dick started in her.

Her vulva and muscles are quivering with excitement.  As I slam into
her, I feel her legs tense and she slams herself backward at the same
time.

This is pure, animal, LUST!

Both of us want satisfaction.

We want it as soon as possible.

The years have taught us that there will be time for prolonged loving
later.

I think both of us are unaware of our surroundings.

As I drive myself, her muscles are spasming continuously.

It feels like only seconds and certainly only minutes when I grunt,
drive myself forward and spasmodically lock myself to her.

My orgasm explodes through me.

I sag when I finally release my grip and collapse to the ground on my
back.

She dances away from me and quivers and shakes.

If I didn't know better, I would assume she's gone into convulsions.

As she shakes, some of my come goes flying as it drips from her.

As I watch, I get glimpses of her vulva.  It's spasming and twitching
with an intensity I haven't seen in a long time.

As for me, I'm exhausted physically and mentally.  I'm oozing semen
still.

I feel like I want to pass out.

My awareness fades and surges as I slowly realize that I have released
tension I wasn't aware I suffered.

As I fade off into a nap, I am aware of a warn furry body laying down
next to me and a warn tongue carefully caressing me as my bitch lover
cleans me.

When I wake, I raise my head and look towards my feet.

I smile when I realize my lover has worked my legs slightly apart and
slept between them with her head laying along the join of my leg and
body.

She lies on her side with her long powerful legs across one of mine.

I savor the feel of her fur on my balls and penis.

As she feels me move, those beautiful eyes open and our thoughts flow
together.

We smile at each other.

Without a word or gesture other than smiles, we know that it's going
to be a long, loving time together.

This is what allows us to survive in that maddening place called
civilization.

We have learned to hide how we feel about each other in public.  She
becomes the well trained working dog and I become her well qualified
handler and trainer.

No displays of sexual attraction for each other in public except when
she's in season and then she displays for everyone regardless.

I think she finds it amusing then.

No.

I *know* she finds it amusing then.

I've seen the big grin on her face and the smile in her eyes.

The little moves that tell me 'see, I'm horny as hell and want sex.
I'm teasing everybody else, but *this* is for *you*!'

It has to be choice on her part.  I've seen her grab male dogs half
again her size and bodyslam them to the ground when they get too
persistent.

This when she's in the most receptive part of her cycle.  A time when
all of the conventional wisdom tells me she should be receptive to any
male dog who approaches.

With the ease born of doing something many times, we untangle
ourselves and we rearrange ourselves so we are belly to belly.

She's big enough so that when we lay on our sides and fuck, her head
is even with mine.

Now hard again, I move to work my dick into her again.  With a few
short movements, she is lubricated enough for me to sheath myself
completely.

No frantic pumping now.

Her muscles pulsate as they work me.

I gently work myself to a rhythm that consists of long slow steady
stroking.

My woman friend has accused me of being on automatic when I do this. I
am, sort of, I am aware of every sensation but I don't allow them to
carry me over the edge to orgasm.

As I concentrate on the feel of my lover's body against me, I start to
caress her and work my way over her body.

She shivers in pleasure and I can feel her back arch as I work my
hands along her spine.

Her nose presses against my mouth and her tongue works between my
lips.

Our tongues intertwine for a bit and then I open my jaws and allow her
tongue full access to my mouth.

As I relax my mouth she uses her tongue to search and wash every
portion of my mouth.

She taught herself this.  I didn't.  So far, she's the only bitch I've
had who's wanted to tongue my mouth during sex.

As I continue to stroke, I loose track of where my body ends and hers
starts.

I can't feel any temperature difference between my penis and her
vagina.

Her hind legs are on either side of my hips and her front legs lay on
top of me.

When she orgasms, there is no excited dance of joy this time.  I feel
her muscles spasm around me and her body tenses a bit.  Then she gives
a quiet little sigh and continues licking inside my mouth.

I feel her whole body relax against me.

She's limp in my arms.

As I continue to stroke and sometimes vary my speed and angle she
orgasms several more times.

15 minutes, half an hour, an hour,  who knows?  Time has become
meaningless.

There is only a long ongoing now.

This time, when I do allow myself to come, there is no slamming thrust
that grinds our bodies together.  My tempo increases slightly, my
thrusting a bit deeper and harder and when the release happens I
simply thrust deep and pause for a while with our pubes pressed
tightly together.

As we relax together, my penis softens inside her.

She is so used to its presence that even fully soft, it will remain
inside.

Neither one of us moves to destroy this moment.

I return to petting her and working my hands over her body.

We tongue each other long and deeply.

Our hips never move and we remain coupled.

Gradually, we fade off into sleep.

Several times during the night I wake up hard and we love each other
some more.

When we finally separate to go to the bathroom, it is with regret.

Twice, I take her as a dog would, in the open, under the stars.

I do it vigorously, but without the slamming urgency we shared the
first time.

Finally, just before dawn, desires sated, we enfold each other and
fall asleep.

It's going to be a very long, loving time during this trip
~~~

I'm finally pissed off with things. 

I'm angry. Very angry. 

Very, very, DAMN ANGRY! 

I'm not going to apologize for the tone of this message or the opening
to the story that follows. 

To find myself this angry at my fellow zoos is not something I'm too
surprised about. Usually though, I sit back and let things slide. 

This time I won't. 

Here's what did it. And I'm not taking a shot at the person who said
it most recently. I'm using the biggest rocket launcher I can find to
attack the whole attitude that accepts this statement so calmly. 

Hell, if I had a Saturn V with a nuke on top, I'd use it. And people,
the story that follows this tirade is intended to be as close to that
nuclear missile as I can make it. 

A couple of you already know just what kind of a job I can do as an
experiment. This time it's intentional folks. 

This time it's for real.

* * *

Here's the attitude:

'We don't exist in the eyes of the public so we can't be hurt." 

I haven't had such a 'Polyanna' good outlook since I went through the
hell of divorce court when I was 7. 

Here's reality neighbors. 

We exist all right. The media in their 'infinite' compassion to spread
the truth has gone out of its way to paint every zoophile as a
potential rapist, murderer or pedophile. Haven't you seen the damn
studies they quote? 

Damn near every time some idiot goes whacko, they produce evidence
that the person started out as a bestialist. An animal fucker. 

Turn it around. In the eyes of the average person who lets someone
else do their thinking, the OBVIOUS solution is to stamp out 'animal
fuckers' so they never get the chance to become something worse. 

How many god damned horror stories have we seen posted here? 

A zoo forced to watch as his lover is essentially beaten to death by
laughing police. People who have sworn an oath to protect the
innocent. 

Don't make me puke. 

I'm not saying there aren't good ones. Hell, My paternal grandfather
was a cop. I went out and put my life on the line every time I went
out as a security guard. The man I worked for was an ex chief of
police. And a damn fine person. Or I wouldn't have worked for him as
long as I did. As a security guard I had the chance to meet with
police who were clearly ashamed about some of the people they worked
with. 

When I delivered papers, I had times when I was pulled over for no
reason. No reason except the regular cop had a new partner and he
wanted to let him meet me so he knew I belonged out at that time of
night. They knew my route as well as I did. And two or three times a
night, they would drive past to make sure I was OK. 

Back to the tirade. 

We're animal fuckers. The average person cannot conceive of love
entering the equation. That's something only humans can do. If an
animal does something that looks like love, it's genetic programming.
Or instinct. Which amounts to the same thing. 

Never LOVE. Why if it were, WE MIGHT NOT BE THE SPECIAL CREATURES WE
THINK WE ARE. 

That's how we don't exist and we're safe. Just ask any zoo who didn't
exist while their animal lovers were killed because of the attitude
'They've had sex with a human, they're useless as pets now.' 

Right. I. Don't. Exist. We don't exist. We aren't real so idiots can
abuse us with virtual impunity. Ask all the brutally murdered people
in all the little 'actions' around the world how it felt for them when
someone decided THEY didn't exist as people. Are we so focussed on
animals suffering that we forget WE are suffering? Is it something to
do to let ourselves hide from the reality of our own suffering? 

A way for us to avoid looking at how we can be abused? 

Are we going to take a stand together? 

Or are we going to let ourselves be picked off one-by-one? 

Are we going to collectively stand around with our thumbs in our asses
and do nothing to help each other because finally, when all is said
and done, it would be inconvenient to each of us to do so? 

Stay with me folks. Please. 

The following story starts out dark. Horrifyingly dark and depressing.
I want you men clutching your crotch in sympathetic agony. I want you
so horrified you scream in shared pain with my character. He could be
you, your son, a neighbor, a close friend, the guy down the block
whose name you never knew but you waved at each other anyway. Every
morning for years as you went to work. 

I want you women furious that this could happen to a man you know. He
could be your lover, one of your sons. The young boy who used to
deliver your paper with a smile. And thanked you unfailingly every
time you paid him. 

I want all of you so damn furious all you can do is think of killing
the people capable of such brutality. 

Stay with me through this story. I promise you it has a happy ending.
Bittersweet, but definitely happy. 
---

I Didn't Exist
---

Hi folks. 

It's been hell there for a while but I'm back. 

I'm alive still. With new lovers. In a zoo legal state now. I couldn't
stay where I was. Too many memories. They wanted me to though. 

Most of you saw what was released of the tapes from the trial by now.
The pictures from the jail cell camera that the cops forgot to turn
off. The copies of the live news feed as they finally got to me. 

Here's what happened. The stuff that only the judge and jury got to
hear. 

It started simply enough. 

Some ass hole broke in and stole my computer. 

Here's where it gets bizarre. As only real life can. The kid
black-marketed it to a preacher. A born-again christian. Yeah, right,
tell me about it. A preacher who turned out to be fencing stolen
goods. Well, instead of deleting everything as an honest person would
or anything like that, he snooped. And hit pay dirt. I was working
with that study we had going back then and he found my archives I had
temporarily put back on the system. 

His puritanical, closed, mind had found the mother-lode of all time.
Here were the names and addresses of hundreds of animal fuckers. Glory
be! Think of all those people he could save by eliminating them. Get
them arrested and put in jail. All those potential rapists and
pedophiles he could stop. 

Never mind the info was illegally obtained. He didn't give a shit. He
had God on his side. 

So he turned my records over to the police. He was crafty though.
Anything that showed this was a scientific study got deleted. All of
my messages of care that I had sent out were gone. He thought he had
me now. 

Well, they came for me quietly with guns drawn. They cut the locks on
the gates. I heard happy barks from my dogs. Then shots, then silence.
As I went to the door to go see what was wrong, it was kicked in. I
went flying backwards and smacked my head on the opposite wall. In
pain and nearly unconscious. I remember hearing 'Come on you sick
god-damned animal fucker. You're under arrest.' 

As they brutally cuffed me and drug me unresisting to the car I had
only one comforting thought. 'Thank god I'd been prepared for this
moment for years. Time to see if I've done it right'. I'd get one
phone call. I hoped I survived the trip to the station in shape to
make it before they tossed me in a cell. I had no illusions about what
could happen during the trip. 

My fears were justified. Somehow, while getting ready for this raid,
they had needed an extra car because one they normally used was in the
shop. So they used the off-duty K-9 one. No dog in the back. I
definitely wasn't looking forward to the ride in. 

For those of you who don't know, either one of the doors can be
remotely triggered to open and let the dog out. 

Right on cue, (it was like a damn script for me) as we were making a
high speed turn, the outer door was 'accidentally triggered as the cop
riding shotgun reached to answer the radio'. Just as I was thrown
against it from the turn. The official verdict was that it was a
regrettable accident but no blame is to be attached to the deputy at
all. 

We all knew it was a setup. 

These were good cops. Damn good at what they did. That fall accounted
for the broken shoulder and fractured leg. 

In incredible pain, I waited for my chance. Sure enough, they had an
emergency call to return to the station. I would be taken to the
hospital from there. The station was somehow on the way anyway. I'll
never figure out how they worked that incredible lie into the
testimony and made it stick. Any drunk would have laughed at it. But
the damn jury bought it. Even after seeing the map that showed my
house then five miles away was the hospital and then three miles past
that the station. Somehow those cops made 12 people believe it was
perfectly sane to use a route that was 30 miles long to get to the
hospital. 

Anyway, as expected, there was a rash of emergencies about the time we
arrived at the station and nobody was free to take me to the hospital
yet. Pain killer and wait. Fine with me. I got my phone call. And that
saved my life, one testicle and most of my penis. 

What these ass holes didn't know was that I was extremely respected in
some very unusual places. I didn't call my lawyer. The desk sergeant
thought I was nuts. He paid for that error later. Not with his job,
I'm sneakier than that. 

I called a special friend. "Hey guy, I'm here at the station under
arrest, they killed all my dogs in the process. Seems my dogs tried to
attack from their runs and the cops feared for their lives.' I paused
to make sure he was fully awake. Then softly. 'Call the numbers in
that envelope. Now. I don't think I have much time after I hang up.' 

It seems that in my wandering around and meeting people in the course
of my regular work, I had become good friends with a man who had
connections with the 'grayer side' of the town. He owed me. I had
saved that debt carefully. I also counted a couple of the best lawyers
in town as friends. One of whom lived a couple of blocks from the
station. A top reporter that even the cops feared. The owner of a
couple of radio stations and more importantly for me, a TV station.
I'd kept it quiet all those years. And was rewarded that night. 

I was put in the general holding cell. 

And the nightmare began. As I knew it would finally. I hadn't expected
it to be as bad as it was in reality. I wish it had been a nightmare.
My security people say that sometimes they still hear me screaming in
my sleep. My head of security is one of the men who did this to me.
He's the one who gently wakes me and reassures me it was only a dream.
He's the one who cries along with me as I come back to reality. 

It started simply. I was in the cell with the other people who'd been
picked up. (I found out later from my friend that these arrests had
been carefully made that night. That came out at the trial.)

"Hey. Sarge! Where's that animal fucker I'm supposed to haul to the
hospital?" 

I suddenly found myself the center of attention. 

Horrible silence. 

"Animal fucker huh? How about we make sure he doesn't go on to fuck
some guys kid or rape one of our daughters?' 

"You know, I've always wanted to feel my dick up some guys ass.
Somebody hold him. Don't gag him. I wanna hear him scream."

Brutally a bunch of them grabbed me. They were all laughing as some of
them held me. One kneeling on each side of me and holding each of my
legs firmly and spread about 2 feet apart. Two more grabbed my arms
and held them stretched as though I were to be crucified. Several more
brutally ripped away my clothes. Finally, I stood naked. Damn near
unconscious with pain. 

The real nightmare began. 

The guy who had said he wanted to fuck me stood in front of me. I
found out later he was 11 inches long. All I knew at the time was that
he was big. Not any bigger than some of the dogs I've taken, but big.
I knew that given a chance I could safely handle him. I wasn't given
that chance. 

"Hey guys. I bet I can get it all in on the first stroke. Any takers?"
"Nahh. Who the hell's got any money anyway." 

"You're full of shit if you think you're gonna get anyone to bet
against a sure thing." Laughter now. "I've seen you in action before" 

"Just fuck the bastard" 

Well, the surgical report will tell you he would have won his bet. 

He lined up, grabbed my waist and thrust. One god damned painful
stroke and he made it. The son of a bitch never stopped stroking. Now
I was screaming. You see, they were pounding at my broken shoulder.
They twisted my fractured leg and finally broke it. My foot now
pointed backwards. Then someone noticed I was getting a hard on. Hell,
I couldn't help it. That damn cock was brutalizing my prostate. It
couldn't help but react. 

As the guy in me slammed to climax, I heard the words that still cause
me to scream at night. 

"Let's fix him so he never gets hard again. Who's got the longest
finger nails?" 

Folks, you can't imagine the pain involved as someone uses their
finger nails to rip open your scrotum and peel the outer skin of your
cock away. 

Mercifully, still impaled, I passed out. 

I was in a coma for two weeks. I damn near died from the ruptured
colon and infection in my crotch. 

When my lawyer and the reporters got there, I was still impaled on
some guys cock. They found out later he was the third one to fuck me.
My penis was flayed and half severed. My scrotum was hanging on by
less than a quarter inch of flesh. One testicle had been ripped
completely off my body and stuffed into my mouth and then they had
smashed my jaws closed on it. The other was still attached but hanging
12 inches below where it should have been. The doctors worked miracles
and saved that one and most of my penis. They even later replaced the
missing one for me. I asked for and received a 'neuticle'. 

All of us were covered in blood. 

My lawyer and my other friends had arrived while I was still awake and
screaming. Somehow, it had taken the police 10 more minutes to find
the key to let them into the cell block to get to me. 

For fifteen long minutes, I hadn't existed. 

The picture the reporter snapped as they got to the cell made her
famous. And rich. I got half of the royalties from it. I let her keep
the rest. She wanted me to have all of it. 

It made damn near every newscast and paper in the world. 

My buddy, the guy that owned the TV station was an instant
millionaire. You see, the whole incident went out live. 

I'm still thankful he trusted me. You see, the envelope also had some
instructions in it. "If you have to use these numbers, call my lawyer
first, then the TV station guy. Tell him to bring a live crew and
don't stop filming for anything. And use this name when you tell him
who you're calling for. And I had used my net name. You see, he was a
fellow zoo and we had agreed years ago to use our net names as codes
if ever we were arrested for our zoophilia. 

Not much more to tell. My records weren't used at all at the trial.
Oh, yeah, my arrest had been a mistake. Seems they had illegally
obtained the evidence and interfered with a scientific study. All
charges against me were dropped. The trial was the prosecution of
everyone else involved. 

No other zoos were ever contacted. The cops involved caught hell for
not having checked further. After all, their informant was a priest.
Why should he lie? 

I had a hell of a time convincing my friend not to deal with the guys
from the cell and dispose of them. He had people in place within an
hour of the incident. All he was waiting for was for me to give the
word. That was part of our long ago agreement. If anything happened
and I survived, he was to wait on my word. If I had died, use his own
judgment about it. 

I was lucky. My lawyer, the jury and the judge all agreed with my
suggested sentences for each person involved. 

I got enough money to retire here and hire my own security. 

Oh, you're wondering about the sentences? You're right, we kept that
fairly quiet. Some of you may not have learned of them yet. 

Let's just say I understand justice and revenge very well. Remember
that long ago quote of mine? "I have a teacher's attitude?" 

I won the case. And for an entire city, zoos exist and are welcomed. 

But for twenty people, 'I' exist. They'll never forget me. And what
they did. 

For a reduced sentence of a short time for assault and conspiracy to
harm, they were required to do the following. No shirking, no excuses.
And the guys from the cell knew there would be a very private sentence
if they screwed up. As did the cops involved. And most definitely no
options to back out in the middle. 

They were to serve 1 month each as veterinary assistants. 6 days a
week and on call in emergencies All time had to be consecutive. No
vacations during that month. They were to personally deal with people
who brought an animal who had to be euthed. Furthermore, they,
themselves had to perform the injection, They were to console the
people. They had to deal with the children who cried. 

I was feeling merciful. 

I could have asked for and received a judgment of 2 months. 

It's sort of funny now. You see, after they all served their
sentences, they got together and formed a non-profit organization
dedicated to helping people who had lost their animals. If you showed
up and admitted you were a zoo, you had an instant job. For as long as
you wished. Somehow, they would find a place for you. Several of them
are on lecture tours and forming branches. 

The cop that was driving when I 'Fell out the door'? He quit his job
and goes around lecturing police departments on how to deal with
animals without hurting them during the heat of an arrest. 

The first guy that fucked me? He has his own nightmares now. He still
can't forget that month of injecting that bright blue liquid as people
watched and cried. He's also my chief of security. The man who holds
me when I wake screaming in the night. As I hold him during his
nightmares. 

I almost forgot the priest. All they had on him was receiving stolen
goods and providing false information. 

I never did have to deal with him. 

But somehow, all of a sudden a lot of cops and beefy guys became
friends and got religion. They all sat together in the front row and
paid very close attention to the sermons. The poor guy actually turned
out to be pretty good at counseling people once he put his mind to it.
~~~

The Happy Father
---

Well, I'm a father of octuplets now.  < Happy smile >

The bitch even let me help with the delivery.

Yep, all the puppies are doing fine.

Of course they do come from good breeding stock.  *Smug smile*

Really, it's true.  I'm the genetic father.  In a way.  Ever since
they discovered that stem cells don't care whose balls they're in, I
wanted to try the experiment.

I found me a good stud dog of the breed I favor and with a bit of
discrete checking around found a zoo vet to perform the surgery on the
dog to get some stem cells.  Then we made arrangements to have them
implated on my testicles.  I was sore as hell for a while. (My bitch
wasn't too happy about the lack of favors while I healed.) When the
sperm started showing up in my ejaculate a couple of months later, I
was happy as all get out.

I don't know if she sensed this mating during her heat cycle would be
special or what.  All I know is that we seemed to merge on a deeper
level than usual.  I had held off ejaculating in her until she went
into heat.  Hell, I didn't even jerk off except for the sperm content
tests.  Six months of horny hell for both of us.  Of course, I kept
her satisfied in other ways but I could tell she was puzzled at my
refusing to finish the act.  I did insert and stroke sometimes but I
never let myself come.

Those two weeks during her estrus were heaven for both of us.  I was
thinking about making her pregnant the whole time we were together.
Funny how knowing that babies might result can change great sex into
something beyond that.  I've always enjoyed the extra responsiveness
she shows during her heat.  This time the sex was more tender and a
whole lot deeper for both of us. To say we merged on a deeper level
than I ever thought possible is understating the experience.

Well, not much more to say.  She tested pregnant and the vet and I
anxiously awaited the results.  The puppies look and test normal.

What more can I say?  When I call them my kids, I can smile a secret
smile.  Raising them will be fun.  You can bet I'll take special care
in locating homes for them later.

Fantasy and reality.  The line blurred just a bit more for me.

I love it.

I think I'll go out in the yard and play with the wife and kids for a
while.
~~~

Memories

I wake flaccid but still coupled to my lover.  We have
shared many years together.  Good times, bad times.  Mostly
happy  times though.  It's a shame my culture doesn't allow
mixed  marriages.  'Mixed  marriage'  indeed.  *smile*  I
can't think of  any  place where a man could legally make a
female dog his wife.   Mistress, maybe...  There's always
hope....

Still in this dreamy, contented state, I think back over the
years we've shared.  It is fitting that I take the time to
remember.   She  will  not be with me much longer.   Age,
and  unfortunately, cancer, have conspired to shorten our
time together.  I can mark its spread overnight.  It's been
a fantastic time, these 8, no, almost 9 years we've
shared...

* * *

We  first  met  at the local  pound.   I  was  intentionally
looking  for a bitch to get and have sex with.  I had a
specific breed  in  mind  due to some of my reading.  Of all
things,  I  had developed  an  obsession for this  breed.
Large,  aristocratic, portrayed  as devoted to family, the
breed fascinated me.   As  a result, since my job took me
past the pound, I was checking there on a regular basis.
This time, you and your brother were  there.  I could only
get one of you though.  The sex decided for me.  You I would
take home.  I found out that you were from a kennel  that
was  shut  down  due  to divorce  and  the  dogs  were
scattered throughout the county animal shelters.  As a
result, I could pick you up that evening.  In at 10 AM, out
by 5:30 PM.

Serendipity.

I also found out you were just less than a year old.

The  sex  started  about 2 or 3 weeks later.  At  first,  it
was simply  for myself.  You went into season and were
receptive  to the  male dog we already owned.  I figured it
was a good time  to try  you  for  myself.  Since we slept
together  on  the  bed,  I figured  you  probably wouldn't
mind this new form  of  sleeping.  Little  did I realize I
would unleash demons in both of us.   You never  protested
my actions and I enjoyed my first  sex  with  a bitch.   I
was  hooked.  And looking back,  that  was  when  you
started  helping  me.  In the time since, I figure  we've
fucked each other, made love to each other and for myself,
I've climaxed at  least  3000  times.  Probably more.   And
contrary  to  what 'normal' people might think, you actively
sought me out at  least as often as I sought you.

The sex has been great.  Everything from quickies to long,
slow sessions like last night.  Someday. I'll have to make a
list of all the different positions we've used.  About the
only thing left is doing it in public.  We spent years
living by ourselves, you, me and the male I got a year or so
after I got you.  Being private like that, I was able to
spend most of my time at home in the nude.  A state I prefer
anyway.  You have found some truly attention getting ways to
let me know how you felt when you wanted some sex.  I in
turn was able to enjoy you anywhere in the house when the
urge took us.  

We've also been on camping trips.  A fantastic way to spend
time outdoors.  You, me and the stars.  Or the dog. He had
his fun as well.  And he too will be missed.  Both of you
with different types of cancer.  Same result though.  I've
made arrangements for a friend's mother to take the 3 of us
to the vet's.  I know that I will never be able to drive
after I leave there.  If I were more cowardly, I would just
leave you and go home.  I can't do that this time.  I owe it
to what we've shared to be there during the injections.  I
don't know how I will react.  Losing both of you at the same
time frightens me.  And, I can tell no one why I grieve so
much about having to watch you die.  Sex-partner first, then
lover, and finally, for all practical purposes, wife and
helpmeet.

Do you know what you done for me these past years?  I grew
up terrified and hating women.  I was raised by a mother
who, through her bitterness about the way she was abused,
poisoned me against women.  Not her fault, she didn't know
what she was doing at the time.  When I look around me, I
see many who turned out far worse than I did.  AND, with a
better start in life.  By giving me an outlet for my sexual
needs, you allowed me to separate relationships with women
into 2  parts - sex, and friendship.  Over the past years,
I've been able to enjoy friendships with women without
having to worry about the sexual tension unless I wanted to.
It has allowed me to heal and overcome my early upbringing.

Thank you for that.  

For that and many other things, thank you.
~~~

Here's my holiday gift to the zoo community.

A story of a first time.

This is a work of fiction involving sex with a bitch.  All the usual
legal stuff applies.
---

Completion
---

As I pause with the head of my penis barely inserted in your quivering
vulva, I remember.

We have spent months arriving at this point.  No, just over a year.

It seems like yesterday that I brought you home.  Nothing more than a
small bundle of warm fur.

Puzzled and alone, you cried for what had been. I gently held you as
you cried yourself to sleep those first few days.

Slowly, oh so slowly, we learned each other's ways.  You learned that
there is a place for you to go to the bathroom.  Outside.  Your own
area.  Mistakes were never punished.  I just watched more carefully
for the next time.  Eventually, you learned what I asked.  And worked
out a way to tell me when you wanted out.

We played together and romped together.  Outside in good weather.
Inside if not so good.  Or when the mood struck us.

Sharing joy in lives shared.

Six months and obedience training in earnest.  Learning to be a team.
You learning how to learn.  Our shared excitement at each new thing
successfully mastered.

Eight months.  A maturing bitch.  First estrus.  Changes.  Puzzlement
at your new feelings.  Added dimensions to our quiet times together.

Intimate caresses on my part.  Gentle probing.

More puzzlement and then new joys discovered by you.

After estrus, a return to discovery.  Both of us challenging the
world.  Exploring new things.

Happy together at days end.  Sleeping together on the bed after
petting and intimate fondling.

My patience as you explore my maleness.  The control as you learn my
limits.  You learning control as you wash me.  My orgasms that spurt
my fluid and your eager acceptance of those fluids.  Eager
watchfulness as you learn to watch for that first spurt and not miss
any.

Laughter as you lick a few times and then pause and wait for your
reward.  "Much too soon my dear.  Patience."

Finally, one year.  My probing begins in earnest.  Gently I work a
finger inside your treasured part.  Always gentle, I work to stretch
your vulva.  Pausing to let you get used to this intrusion.  Fractions
of an inch deeper each time we lay together.

Then, after many days of gentle probing, two fingers.  Well lubed, I
start to slide the second one alongside the first.

Gentle words spoken in tones of love and reassurance as you begin to
feel *more* new feelings.  Different feelings.  Internal muscles
quivering around my fingers as they react in an inborn pattern.

At 13 months, I gently lay you on your back as I kneel at the edge of
the bed.  Naked, I let my stiffened penis lay across your vulva. Again
well lubricated, I stroke across you a few times.

Always, gentle words of love.  Reassured, you relax as I pet you and
let myself dream of the future.

A couple of weeks later, A new sensation for both of us.  I have begun
using three fingers and your vulva is stretched even more.

You are now used to laying on your back as I work you with my lips and
suckle at your flower of love.  Finally, another new thing.  Now used
to my penis stroking against your lips, I stop and place the head
inside your waiting vulva.  Just the head and I pause there and stroke
and pet you.

After what seems like an eternity, I jog my hips a fraction of an inch
at a time until you tell me you are uncomfortable.  I pause again for
a while and then withdraw.  As I use two well lubed fingers and my
mouth to bring you pleasure,  I know our time will be soon.

Our dance of love has been carefully planned.  More days of gentle
caresses  and partial penetration as I patiently wait for the proper
time.

You start demanding more of me as we play in the yard.  We enjoy
ourselves but you seem to sense there should be something more. Often,
in the privacy of our home, I laugh as you press yourself into me for
attention.

Finally, your second estrus.  You become wanton in your desires.
Mostly hormone driven, you are constantly asking me for attention.  A
few more days pass.

Finally, today, we are ready.  I can wait no longer.  I taste your
pungent female muskiness on my lips.  It is a heady aroma that drives
me to a new peak.

As we position ourselves in our old game, I know this will be the
time.  Carefully entering you with my maleness, I work to the depths
we are used to.  I pause and wait for a bit.

Finally, I murmur more words of reassurance  My hands speak of my love
for you.  I gently apply pressure with my hips.  This time I do not
pause and as your muscles slowly give way, I continue the pressure.

Suddenly, all your muscles relax and I slide home.  Both of us freeze.
Then, it as if a switch is thrown inside you. 'So *this* is what it's
all about!'

Your tail begins a mad dance between my legs.  I smile and return your
doggy grin of happiness.

Finally, I begin a gentle stroking motion.  After what seems like
seconds, our mutual excitement brings me to climax.

I freeze as I pulse in your depths.  Finally, I withdraw and lean down
to suckle you and acknowledge this new depth to our partnership.  I
only get in a few licks because you, in your newfound excitement flail
and turn yourself over.

Laughing, I allow you to clean me as I tried to clean you.

Twice more that night we love to completion.  Each time, our bond and
commitment is deepened.

Finally satiated, we fall asleep with arms and legs tangled together.

As I gaze deep into brown eyes, I see a new feeling there between us.
I speak aloud what we both know in our souls. The feeling we finally
affirmed this day.

"I love you."
~~~

I couldn't resist trying to write something that uses all the
hackneyed garbage about dog sex in it.

Consider this a humorous look at dog sex described by the
less-than-knowledgable.....

With tongue well in sheath, I give you....
---

Dream On!
---

As I walked through the field, I was relaxing and enjoying thinking
about screwing my bitch and having my dog fuck me later.

So, I was startled when this pack of Chihuahuas came from nowhere and
tripped me.

As I tried to rise, several of them jumped on my back as though to pin
me down.  Growling softly in warning, one of them grabbed my neck with
his sharp little teeth.  As long as I didn't try to rise, it seemed to
relent and leave me alone.

Dazed, I could only wait on hands and knees to see what happened next.

Next turned out to be a frenzied blur of growls and ripping sounds as
a couple of them tore my pants and shorts to shreds.  Once they had
exposed me, they fell back and seemed to be waiting.

'What the hell?...'

'Is this some damn perverted circus group?'

Two of them stood side by side with their butts against my legs. Then,
this Bloodhound with the largest sheath I'd ever seen climbed on top
of them, wrapped his legs around me as best he could and started
humping away.

I couldn't help it.  I started laughing.

"Is that all you guys want?  A piece of ass?  I would have cooperated
willingly."  And I chuckled some more.

The chuckles stopped when I felt the massively swollen head of his
cock pressing against me and demanding entrance.  Already swollen with
his lust, the huge head of his prick finally forced its way into my
bowels and I screamed in mixed pain and joy.  I'd never felt anything
like it.  I knew I'd be sore for days but I spasmed in excitement as
his head pounded my prostate and brought me to the first of my
orgasms.

As he slammed away at me in wild, frenzied lust, I could feel the 10
inches of his dick sliding in and out.  His 3 inch diameter head beat
at my prostate each time it slid past it.  That, combined with the
swollen bumps that covered his penis sliding in and out of my asshole,
caused me to peak yet again.  For the first time in my life, I lost my
senses as a lust driven dog hammered at me.

And still, after what had to be at least 20 minutes, he jack-hammered
away at my now tender asshole.  I was dripping from his precum and
spunk.  There was a puddle of my own semen glistening beneath me.
Still stiff from the constant attention my bruised prostate was
getting,  I had yet another surprise in store.

My nostrils were suddenly informed there was a ready bitch nearby.
Dazed, I could only stay frozen as my captors reminded me not to move.
She rolled onto her back and with some help from the other dogs, slid
underneath me.  As one of the males used his mouth to hold my
throbbing penis steady, she lined up and hunched herself at it.  A few
movements and she had me totally engulfed.  Once she put her front
legs on either side of my chest to steady herself, she started humping
me in earnest.

Once she got her rhytmn, the male, who had paused, started pounding
away again at my now bruised asshole and prostate.

Once again, his swollen head massaged me and brought me to orgasm.  My
seed was now captured by this bitch who was using me like some strange
dildo.

As my own penis spurted my seed into the bitch's pulsating body, she
writhed in the throes of her own multiple orgasms.  Her hot slippery
vagina and vulva cleched me in their painful embrace and locked us
together.  Her muscular walls were so tightly locked that I was in
incredible pain as my muscles were barely able to force my semen free
of my penis.  Any tighter and for all I knew, my balls would have
burst to relieve the pressure.

Twice more I came before my strange rapist softened and withdrew.  At
last, my abused prostate and penis could begin to recover from their
wild assault.  As the bitch lay sprawed underneath me, the two males
who had supported the Bloodhound turned and licked us both clean.

Dazed, I could only marvel at what my 'rapists' had done to me.

As I collapsed and rolled onto my back, I looked around at their
canine smiles and gave them a smile of my own.

"So do all of you want a home?  You've got it.  As soon as I recover,
we'll go to my place and I'll show you what a *willing* partner is
capable of."

Silently, I blessed whoever my unknown benfactor was.  Whoever they
were, they'd just lost all of their 'pets'.
---

Four Legs
----

"Go fuck that damn bitch of yours for all I care!!"

Cora's voice is soft and filled with venom.

I flinch as she slams the door in my face.

"I bet she's a better lay anyway."  My comment is quietly spoken.

What made me get together with Cora anyway?

Yeah...

I remember.

That damn after work party a couple of years ago.

We were both drunk and horny.  So we decided to go to my place and
screw our brains out.

Then fucking each other became a habit.

Something we did when we were seeing someone else who wasn't as
interested in sex as we were.

Both of us are 'blessed' with high sex drives.

So, we 'mercy fucked' each other.

We damn sure knew we didn't have anything else in common except our
jobs.

"Come on Belle.

"Let's go for that walk anyway.

"Let Cora sit here on her rag and bleed to death for all I care."

A soft whine answers me as Belle looks up.

I lean down to gentle her and ease her shivers.

Both of us are shaking at this point.

Belle from fright.

Me from anger.

Cora had no cause to fly off like that.

Her usual 'Sorry, it's that time of month.' is an excuse she's used
too often to get me to tolerate her attitudes.

Damnit, we both know she should have gone to get help for this a long
time ago.

I think she enjoys mind-fucking people more than she does sex.

Belle rumbles a soft growl in counterpoint to my mumblings.

"Yeah girl...

"Let's go relax at the park."

Then, the breeze shifts and I detect a pungent smell.

"Oh great.

"Now you're in heat again.

"No walk in the park.

"I'll have to put a sheet or something on the bed as well.  I'm not
about to let my bedspread get stained again.

Then I hug her.

"Not your fault kid.

"Just bad timing.  I still...."  I pause in thought.

"Love you?"

Because of my charged feelings from Cora telling me off, the word
'love' gets my attention.

Then her parting comment didn't help any.

"Or did it help?"  I whisper the words as I really look into Belle's
eyes.

As we head for home, I start reconsidering Belle's place in my life.

---

"Tim.

"We have to move.

"What should we do with Belle?  We can't keep her at the new place.

That was three years ago.

I had moved away from home and had my own apartment.

I could have a dog but just never felt like putting up with taking
care of one.

Belle was three then.

Her mother and then she - had 'raised' us kids.

So I knew what my dad was asking when he called me.

"I wasn't thinking of getting a dog but I'll keep her dad.

"I'll come get her tonight."

---

As I drift back to the present, I discover we are at our front door.

After we get inside and I lock the door, I hold Belle.

"I don't regret bringing you here girl.

"You've been the one constant thing in my life the last couple of
years."

My smile is lopsided as I look at her.  "Not like another 'bitch' I
can name."

Her answer is to wetly lick my face.

---

What can I say?

I was still horny.

Belle was in heat.

I found out she was damn horny as well.

I never did put the sheet on top of the bed.

The first time we fucked was just that.

We fucked.

Right, wrong...

After that incredible first time...

It no longer mattered to either of us.

Oh yes...

I was right.

Belle is a *much* better lay than Cora.

---

"Come on girl.

"Let's go to bed.

I got a quizzical look.

Belle knew the word bed.

It was daylight outside.  I only used 'bed' at night.

She followed me anyway.

I stripped and got on the bed.

"Come on up girl.

"New game to play maybe.

"Heh...  Not maybe.  I know damn well you can take me.  I'm smaller
than any of the puppies you've had.

When she got on the bed, my nervousness vanished.

Especially after I started probing her  with my fingers and she didn't
pull away.

Gods...

Wet.

Slippery...

Smooth and muscular...

As I felt inside her...

All I could picture was those same muscles throbbing around my penis.

I couldn't *believe* how responsive her vagina was to penetration.

By now, I was so filled with lust that I *had* to fuck her.  Or orgasm
without penetrating.

Odd how I never realized that she is just the right height for me to
kneel behind on one knee.

Now, with a hard penis to point the way...

I discovered we lined up perfectly.

At first, she resisted a bit as I pulled her to my crotch.

As my penis touched her nether lips, she seemed to realize what was
happening.

Rather than resist, she relaxed and allowed me to guide the two of us
together.

As I used one hand around a leg to steady us and hold her in place, I
used my fingers to transfer some of her fluids to myself.

Then, I slowly ran my fingers up and down my shaft to make sure I was
wet.

More fluid transfered to the tip.

I ached with need.

Same fingers used to guide myself.

One curled over the tip of my penis to act as a guide.

As I feel my finger enter Belle's vulva, I shiver with suppressed
desires.

I wait until my tip starts to enter as well.

I pull my hand back to hold myself and then...

I lift my penis slightly until I can feel the real entrance.  As soon
as I feel the way start to open, I push myself into her.

Slowly, implacably...

Inevitably...

We slide together as though we have been doing this for years.

I grab her by her legs and pull her against me.

I jog sideways and attempt to drive even deeper.

Slippery.

Heat.

Pulsating.

Fur on skin.

Skin on fur.

I moan softly with my need.

She whimpers in her own need.

I can't believe it.

Belle is not struggling.

Her hindquarters are limp under my fingers.

Her front legs brace and support her but she makes no effort to pull
away.

Fingers clench.

Eyes and mind turn inward to focus on the new sensations.

Not tighter.

I feel the ring of Belle's vulva slide up and down my penis as I fuck
her.

Her vagina is more...

'Muscular'?

I can't describe how she feels.

Different than any woman will ever be.

I know that much.

She gets even wetter.

More slippery.

I no longer care.

I am getting laid.

I don't care what is attached to what I am screwing.

All too soon...

I orgasm.

Habit makes me pull out and let go

Cora would, at this point...

Get up and go clean herself.

Belle doesn't.

She bounces off the bed and then just as quickly gets back.

I'm too drained to protest as she ducks her nose and starts cleaning
me.

Far from wanting to relax, she is obviously charged with energy.

Strange.

I'm tired.

Spent.

But this puzzles me.

For the first time in my life.

After intense sex.

I feel complete.

---

I never screwed Cora again after that day.

When she asked...

My answer was a gentle smile and some quiet words.

"I met another lady who likes to screw just as much as I do.

"We also love each other very much.

"Funny how you can stumble into having a *real* relationship.

"Thanks."
~~~

Sally and Rex
---

Sally was bored.

Living alone, she didn't have much to do to keep her small house neat
and clean.

On the other hand, Sally wasn't afraid of her sexuality either.

This immediately suggested a way for her to relieve her boredom.

It looked like Rex was bored too.

Rex was sitting across the room and looking at her with his gorgeous
brown eyes.

He was also grinning.

"Ooooohhhh...

"You brought me some lipstick."

She giggled and looked at Rex.

"How thoughtful of you."

His tongue hung out even more and his body quivered.  This was a game
he knew very well how to play.

Sally grinned and spread her legs wide in invitation as she settled
back on the couch.

That was something she liked about living alone.  Sally was also a
nudist.

A very horny nudist.

Almost as horny as her lover Rex.

They were a well matched pair.

Rex needed no further invitation.

He stood on all four feet, stretched languidly and walked over to his
woman.

Oh...  That's right.

Rex is a six year German Shepherd dog.

In his prime.

Most definitely in his sexual prime.

Sally made sure that he was never out of practice.

Slurp!

A powerful and very wet tongue licked from her asshole, up across her
crack and firmly through the folds covering her clit.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!"

Then he stuck his nose where his tongue had been.

Firmly.

Very, very firmly.

To Sally, it felt like he was trying to drive his nose inside her.

He inhaled deeply to see if she was ready for him.

Just to make sure, his powerful jaws opened just a little and his
tongue forced its way inside her.

He curled it and drew her juices into his mouth.

He tasted then carefully.

Sally groaned deeply when he stuck his tongue in her love tunnel.

Damn...

If she didn't watch it, she'd come too soon.

Not that it really mattered.

Rex was as insatiable as she was.

At least until he was able to bury that fantastic prick of his inside
of one of her waiting holes.

Then, once he deflated and pulled out he needed some time to recharge.

She would too.

If she hadn't already passed out from all the orgasms by then.

For four and a half years, they had been learning each other's bodies.

Sally looked down at where he was carefuly washing her.

Right now, he was being gentle.

His tongue wandered all over her.

She was dripping already.

No, she was a torrent of flowing juices.

She reached down while he was licking her inner thigh and cupped her
hand under herself to catch some of her moisture.

Then, as Rex watched, she brought her hand up and began to rub her
juices all over herself.

Rex licked her pussy some more.

She repeated her actions.

This was something they had learned years ago.  He would wait until
she leaned back and told him to clean her body.

Then, he would.

Of course, by then, he would be extremely excited.

He would use his nose and tongue to make sure he got every last bit of
her juices.

"Yesssss....

"Ummmmm..."

Lost in her passion, she savored Rex's attention.

Firm, demanding in a gentle way no man could ever be, Rex savored his
lover's body.

Sally had no fear of what he might do.

Sally was in no condition to do anything more than instinctively react
to whatever Rex did to her body.

Hot panting breath preceeded by a cold nose and followed by a wet
probing tongue.

Eyes closed, she moaned and quivered.

Fur on either side of her waist as he stradled her so he could better
lick her breasts.

Nudges as his nose firmly went under her tits and his tongue sought
out every possible crevice.

She felt his hot penis sliding along her lower lips as he moved
slightly.

Rex felt it too.

His hips began to quiver.

His sheath relaxed a bit to drop the tip into place.

Sally reached down to his belly and then to his penis.

She stopped him with a firm pressure.

"Not yet lover.

"Wait."

Her hands came up to gently grasp his massive head.

Lips met

Tongues probed.

Souls merged.

Reluctantly, she pulled back and let go.

With a practiced movement, she stretched herself and then, with sudden
urgency, twisted herself.

Rex was familiar with this movement.

Sally shifted herself so her buttocks drove at Rex's crotch.

She felt the heat of his sheath and the wetness of the tip of his
penis.

Back arched, she moaned.

It was a moan that carried with it pure animal lust.

Rex responded with pure animal lust of his own.

His hips started driving.

After thousands of times of screwing each other, the result was
predictable.

Sally didn't care which hole was filled.

Rex didn't either.

He relaxed his sheath and drove forward.

This time, a single mad thrust buried him in her cunt.

A couple of heartbeats and his knot was swollen inside her.

He knew what to do.

Instead of continuing his thrusting, he hunched himself as far forward
as he could and then collapsed on her back.

Sally knew what to do too.

Rather her body did.

It convulsed in an orgasm and she screamed.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!"

Her juices flowed.

Her tube spasmed and caused Rex's penis to pulse even more.

Mingled juices dripped from where they were joined.

She forced herself to become aware of her surroundings.

One hand reached back to feel their joining.

Fingers probed.

Her cunt clenched and spasmed.

His penis continued to pulse in time to his heartbeat.

Hot breath and saliva dripped on her neck.

Toenails hung over her shoulders and she reveled in feeling them dig
into her bare flesh in time to his pulses.

His legs pulled her back and his hips spasmed forward as she pushed
his knot deeper.

Finally, she relented and removed her hand.

Eventually, the swelling would go down and his penis would return to
his sheath.

That would be the end of his fucking her for a while.

On the other hand, it would be the beginning of her fulfilment.

While she waited, she relaxed and enjoyed the weight of his body as he
sagged on her back.

She allowed herself to feel absolutely dominated by him.

His animal lust had no desire but that of satisfying himself in her.

Still, there was something in him that was as gentle as any human
lover would have been.  More perhaps.

Except for some very early mistakes when they first made love, they
had never hurt each other seriously.

Scratches didn't count.  Those were inevitable when toenails and flesh
got together.

Sally was more than willing to get a few accidental scratches in
awkward places in return for the feel of her lover's fur against her
body.

It could have been twenty minutes or it could have been fourty-five or
more before his penis finally softened and gently slithered from her
love tunnel back to his sheath.

It was years since she had bothered to time how long he stayed
swollen.

Rex briefly checked himself and then turned to a job they both
enjoyed.

Neither would be satisfied until he had cleaned all traces of their
mingled fluids from her body.

From experience, she knew she would orgasm many, many times.

Rex would ignore her convulsing body.

His tongue would leave only if she forced his head away.

Sally would rather pass out first.

She sometimes did.

Several times, she had come out of her orgasmic swoons to discover Rex
had mounted her again and was swollen inside her.

That was how she had discovered his knot felt as good on the inside of
her sphincter as it did on the outside.

She had been on her knees enjoying his licking her and the multiple
orgasms that always happened.

Suddenly, she had become aware he was on top of her again and his
penis was in her asshole.

She's never let him get fully inside before.

It felt good.

Very good.  Very different as his knot tugged from the inside rather
than tried to force entry.

Even better was the rhytmic pulsing of his flesh against her ring.
Pulse.  Tug.  Quiver-tug-pulse.

She felt full.  Overwhelmed by his huge penis as it filled her colon.

The feelings of his moisture as it filled her ass and then squeezed
out and trickled down her body.

Sally felt sooo  tired.  Languid.

Comfortable.  Completed.

Dominated yet not.

Loved yet used.

Sex so pure she knew a mere man could never give her these feelings.

Rex didn't care bout love. Not then anyway.

He just collapsed on her back and waited like he always did.

Damn it felt good.  The stretching effect of his knot was completely
different than when it was in her cunt.  Her anal ring was spasmed as
closed as it could get around the narrow base of his penis.

'So this is how a bitch feels when tied.'  Was Sally's dim thought.

She knew she dared not try and pull away.  If she tried, she felt the
beginnings of pain as his knot created pressure from the inside.

It's was a good thing Rex was used to waiting.  He was more than
strong enough to rip himself free.

It was a good thing Sally was used to waiting.

Of course, the throbbng, hot pulsations of Rex's dick made it easier
to wait.

She decided to finger herself.

She did.

It was nearly a mistake.  She spasmed in her orgasm and her body
jerked wildly.  Each jerk away and she felt like Rex would turn her
inside out.  Each jerk back would relieve the almost pain and she
would feel that wonderful fullness.

All in all, she decided she and Rex would do this more often.  If
nothing else, she was sure practice would help.  Maybe someday, she'd
be able to feel him force his way inside after he was fully swollen.

It felt good when he did it to her pussy.  She bet it would feel good
up her ass.

The same for having him pull out.

After all, she smiled just before she fainted again.  The human body
is adaptable.

Sally was adaptable.

Or she and Rex wouldn't have become lovers.

Good lovers.
~~~

F/dog zoo/best cons oral
---

Revelation
---

How can I express how I feel about what happened last night?

Will I be able to deal with life now that ours together has changed so
much?

Last night seemed so... inevitable somehow.

But now...

In the clear light of a new day...

The harsh reality has set in.

Last night, I kidded you about being 'a real animal when it comes to
sex'.

Now, as I roll over to gaze at your muscular body...

I realize I can never tell anyone else how much we truly love each
other.

Because you *are* an animal.

My latest lover - is a dog.

In the clear dawn of a new day, I wrap my arms around your warm body
and cry.

"I couldn't help myself."

"I needed what you gave me."

"That raw passion that you mixed with your love..."

"It felt so good."

"So intense..."

"And now, where do we go from here?"

Wise young eyes open to look at me and then a long tongue reaches out
to lick my tears away.

My crying slows and I gently grab your muzzle and kiss you.

"Well, we've done it now."  I  smile ruefully. "There isn't any point
to denying my feelings is there?"

As we cuddle and your heart beats a gentle rhythm against my body, I
remember.

---

Was it almost two years ago I brought you home?

You were just a shivering bundle of fur that whimpered softly.

I don't know what made me pick you out.

I suppose it was the way you left your brothers and sisters to stand
against the edge of the box and look at me.

'Free Puppies' - the sign said.

I walked past that sign several times before I relented and bothered
to stop and notice all of you.

Even then, I knew that if I stopped to look, I would get one of you.

My eyes open briefly to look at your sister where she lies at the foot
of the bed. OK...  So I wound up with *two* puppies.

When I reached to pick you up, another one started crying as you were
lifted away.

Even at that age, the two of you were a pair.

In a spirit of whimsy, I named the two of you Zeus and Hera.

I suppose the names were fated.

Certainly, you are both wise beyond anything I expected.

Wise...

And patient.

Together, the three of us formed a relationship as I learned how to
care for dogs.

It wouldn't surprise me to learn that the two of you believe I bought
this house and yard for you.

In a very real sense, I did.

I always wanted a place of my own.

Home.

Such a simple word to have so big an impact on my emotions.

Our home.

I savor the thought.

OK, so you and Hera were an excuse of sorts.  After all the battles
with the landlord as the two of you grew... I decided *I* wanted to be
able to decide who entered my home and stayed with me.  So, I bought
this place.  I have my privacy and nobody runs my life but me.

It was during Hera's first estrus that I realized I had a problem.

I know...  I *should* have had the two of you 'fixed'.  I didn't
because I firmly believe in not tampering with nature.  I figured the
three of us could figure out some sort of solution to that problem
when it happened.

We did.  After some heated and very charged sessions, you learned that
just because your instincts were telling you you should be screwing
something, you had to leave her alone.

You also, finally, learned to to leave me alone.

I got very frustrated when you would come and sniff me to check me
out.  Not sexually frustrated, frustrated as in 'Don't do that!'

The training helped all of us.

I still remember how embarrassed I was when I asked the trainer if it
would be possible to teach you to leave bitches in heat alone.

I suppose he had heard it before.  Instead of making ribald comments,
he took the time to cover the subject in a calm and realistic manner.
I think he knew what I was *really* asking.  I wasn't the only woman
there who looked a bit embarrassed.

Oddly, it has been Hera who approved or disapproved of my male
friends.  You've been tolerant of everyone.

She, on the other hand, has been very open and sometimes vocal in her
opinions of people.  They are not always good opinions either.

After a couple of brief and failed relationships, I learned to pay
attention to her.  Since then, while none of the men have become
permanent lovers, I have found that we tend to at least stay friends
and there has been far less emotional stress in my life.

'OK Elizabeth Kay.  Quit lying to yourself.  Since you got the dogs
and started paying attention to their opinions of possible partners,
you've suffered less *sexual* stress and frustration.'

I smile wryly to myself as I reach to pet Zeus.  My hand, with a mind
of its own, finds his sheath and lightly brushes it.

Denial.

I've denied my feelings and desires for close to a year now.

Ever since I discovered that a 'responsible' dog owner should see to a
dog's sexual relief if he is kept around unneutered bitches.

I was repelled by the idea of having to masturbate Zeus.  But, if I
didn't want him to possibly suffer other medical problems later, it
was that or neuter him and/or spay Hera.

Oh, there are chemical solutions.  Typical male ones that involve
interfering with the female's hormones.  Nobody I talked to offered
anything similar for Zeus unless I specifically asked if there was
some way.  Every one of those had long term side effects.  Negative
ones.

I value these two far too much to subject them to such risk for
something that is not their fault or even a real problem.

That left 'physical' solutions.  Masturbating Zeus, castrating him or
a vasectomy.  Except, no vet here was willing to do the last.

Of course, I could have had one or both 'fixed'.  That's what everyone
expected - no - pretty much *demanded* I do as a 'responsible' dog
owner.

Right.  Put the blame on them.  Don't try to find a better solution.
Avoid the real problem.  Avoid facing my freely chosen
responsibilities.

Out of the question.

I chose what was, to my way of thinking, the least repugnant of all
the evil choices.  I decided that when Hera was in season, I would
masturbate Zeus.

It was an unpleasant 'duty' that I had to perform - so I did.

A very self-mocking smile curves my lips as I remember my 'reasoning'
and the results.

I paid close attention to his reactions so I could find out the
fastest way to get him off.  It was obvious he enjoyed the attention.
So, when Hera was in her next estrus, I took him in hand every time he
got too obviously frustrated.  It became a twice a day ritual until
she was done.

Then, the long months of quiet until the next time.  At least that was
what I had thought would happen.

Zeus had other ideas by the time she was done.  It took me weeks to
get him used to the idea that I wasn't going to do him every day.

A few more months and then we had it to do all over again.

Was it because I knew how much men liked blowjobs that I finally tried
giving Zeus one?  Or was it the accidental taste of his semen on my
hands?

No.  If I'm to be honest with myself, it was my own hurt and
frustration that led to that action.

My last partner didn't like oral sex.  All we ever did was fuck
normally.

So, I came home upset because I missed the taste of a man's penis and
the feel of it in my mouth.

There you and Hera were.  Happy to see me.  She was in season so I
knew I would have to do something for you before we got some sleep.

As we shared hugs, you started humping me to let me know you were
ready.

I can't deny it now.  I had quit hesitating when I reached for your
sheath.  And you, you always stood there and let me proceed at my
pace.  What we did was 'normal' in your mind.

Mine too.

Emotionally drained from this last effort to get a man to allow me to
suck him, I was sort of drifting as I watched you emerge from your
sheath.

With skilled touches and pressure, I quickly got you expanded to your
full size and you began your orgasmic spurts.

Gods...  I ached with the need to taste semen.  So, I finally bent my
head down and tasted yours.

Fresh from the source.

At that point, it seemed natural to hold you as I placed my lips to
your tip and then opened them and slowly swallowed your shaft.

Eyes closed...  I dreamed that you were a human and I was allowing you
to fill my mouth with your semen.

"Zeus."

"I'm sorry about how I've treated you since that night."

"I was disgusted with myself for what I had done."

"Blamed you for everything that had happened."

"Rejected your friendship, your love..."

"Because of my own fears and self-hatred."

I know...

Apologizing to a dog sounds crazy.  I need to though.

I know he understands somehow.

If he didn't, what happened last night would never have happened.

Sure...  everyone else will just smile and tell me that since Hera was
in season and I offered myself, he was bound to screw me.  Dogs will
screw anything that bends over if they are in the mood.

Not Zeus.

I spent the last year and a half teaching him to not screw anything or
even try.

Especially, to not stick his nose between my legs and ask me.

So, when I came home after breaking off this last relationship, I was
sexually frustrated.

Zeus, in spite of my yelling at him for the last week and ignoring him
except to feed him and jerk him off, was happy to see me.

---

Picture...

A mountain valley dotted with homes.

On one hillside is an ordinary double-wide mobile home.

Not new, not old, it is well maintained.

Ordinary field fencing surrounds about 5 acres of land.

At the back of the home is a small yard that is not much wider than
the mobile is wide.  It extends about 60 feet back and is enclosed
with a solid wood fence.

There are two dog runs, a porch, the trailer awning and a lawn.  Out
front is another porch that faces another lawn.

Something indefinable suggests that a woman may have designed this
yard.

One did.

I did.

I originally designed the back yard for myself, the dogs - and privacy
in case I needed it.

No, not in case.

Deliberately.

I have always wanted my own yard where I could be myself.

Dress or go nude whenever I wanted. Someplace I could just relax
without worrying about prying eyes.

A place where I and my lovers could be outside.

Make love to each other if we wished.

Sex - with someone you care for - outside - is...

Awesome.

Emotionally charged.

Somehow...

More - everything.

Unless you have loved outside, under the stars or in daylight, without
fear or worry of being interrupted, you will never understand just how
much it changes a relationship.

It creates a special bond between you and your partner.

There aren't words for it.

But, as anyone who *has* loved outside will tell you, there are
feelings that you will never get any other way.

So, there we were.  I was naked and feeling sorry for myself while I
watched the two of you romping.

As I watched, I slowly realized that a male dog does more than hump a
bitch.  There's a ritual to it.  A poetry of asking and gentle
refusal.

At that point, when Zeus came by and playfully yet seriously swatted
at me, I knew what he was asking.  Instead of getting upset, something
in me finally realized and *accepted* who my next lover was going to
be.

Instead of rebuffing him, I slowly got down on my knees and hugged
him.

My hands wandered his body.  Inevitably, they found his sheath and
gently caressed it.  This time, instead of hurrying through a 'duty',
I closed my eyes and touched him as I would a lover.

Gentle.  Teasing.  Knowing.  At long last, I wasn't hiding from what
Zeus and my body had known for some time.

This time, it was with a sure knowledge of my goal in mind that I
shifted so I was on my back.

Remember what I said about love outdoors with someone special?  Last
night I discovered what it means to be outside during that all
important 'first time' with a new lover.

Then too...  I have to laugh softly at myself and Zeus - both of us
were too horny to even think of moving somewhere else or worry about
where we were.

The end result was that in a very special way, what Zeus and I did was
more *natural* than any other first time I've been through.  It didn't
deserve to be kept hidden inside.

Once I was comfortable, my mouth found the opening to his sheath as
though I had been doing it for years.

With easy skill, I squeezed the base of his penis and eagerly
swallowed it as drove forward.  Once I had nearly all of him sheathed
in me I felt his bulbs touch the outside of my lips.  I stopped his
movements so we wouldn't become locked together.

It was then I first became aware of how powerful his haunches were.  I
shivered at the raw power I discovered.

Liquid flowed.  Salty, tangy, it flowed.  As it flowed, I savored the
newness of it.  Quickly, he reached full hardness.  He was slippery.
His bulbs felt like a rock wrapped around his penis.  The only soft
part was some wrinkled flesh at the back of his bulbs.

Experimentally, I began moving my tongue and caressing him.  I was
rewarded with increased pulses of liquid.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to lean my head back on
the grass and keep his tip in my mouth.

My eyes opened and I looked into his furry belly.  I followed his
length until I reached his knot.  'My god!  It's huge!'  I kept my
hand cupped at his base.

Dark blue.  Veins that rippled along its surface.  His penis extended
from my lips then tapered outward to a bulge.  After that, it abruptly
fell off in size.

Watching him slowly vanish, I raised myself and let his length slide
into me once again.  Yes, the tapered portion of his bulbs did
gradually stretch my lips.  I paused when I felt I could go no
further.  Sooo...  natural to stop with him filling me.  I could feel
my lips respond as his  heartbeat pulsed his penis.

Pulse.  Pulse.  Pulse.  Endless gentle nudges against my senses.  No
man was ever like this or could be.

I finally pulled back and let my head rest on the ground again.

Mesmerized, with him still pulsing every so often, I thought about
what I was seeing.

Things were clearer now.  Here was an instrument of reproduction
designed by nature to do one thing and do it well.  Even if partially
hard, the taper would help gently stretch a vulva as it penetrated.
Once in, the abrupt change in size at the base would help prevent that
same easy stretching as it tried to withdraw.  Instead, the transition
would be so great, it would act almost as a lock.  I knew there was
more to it than that.  If one's muscles were able to relax enough,
withdrawal would be easy.

With that thought in mind, I was no longer worried about letting him
take me as he would a bitch.

I continued to suckle.  As Zeus got excited again, his fluid flowed
into my mouth.  I pulled away and let him dribble on me.  Eyes closed,
I used my free hand to slowly spread his semen across my body.  It
wasn't sticky like a man's.  It flowed.  I felt like I was anointing
myself.

In a real sense, I was.  In me.  On me.  And soon, *within me*.  Of
that I had no lingering doubts.

Lust, love, care...

Last night I finally admitted to myself that Zeus and I have a long
future ahead of us as lovers.
~~~

 Canine POV   K9POV   Zoo
---

Nature's Way
----

Still asleep
A gentle breeze
Wafts a
Familiar message.

Nostrils quiver.
Inhale.
Inner awareness.
Awakening.

First.
Deep breath.
Yes.
Message confirmed.

Eyes open.
A blur.
Vision clears.
Searching.

Her.
Waiting.
Ready.
For me.

Silence.
I rise.
Toenails tread
A familiar path.

Scent.
Stronger.
Desire.
Lust.

Not bitch.
Yet bitch.
Familiar.
Mine.

She waits.
Nose searches.
Tongue tastes.
Is ready.

I mount.
Legs wrap.
Paws inward.
Possession.

Urges.
Passion.
She moans.
I probe.

Wetness.
An opening.
Haunches tense.
I enter.

I drive.
Urgency.
Front legs
Pull backwards.

Fur.
Flesh.
Meeting.
Swelling.

Warmth.
I pulse.
She squeezes.
Liquid flows.

Moans.
Growls.
Pleasure.
Collapse.

Time.
No time.
I wait.
She waits.

Front legs
On shoulders
Pull back
Again.

Toes clench.
Body pulses.
Heart hammers.
Liquid flows.

No time.
Time.
Relaxation.
Release.

Myself.
Taste.
Mingled
Flavors.

Scent.
Nose.
Femaleness.
Taste.

Quivers.
Pleasure.
Hers.
Mine.

Tongue.
Deep.
Probing.
Curling.

Scent.
Stronger.
Liquid.
Flowing.

Urges.
Desires.
Right.
Normal.

Bitch.
Not bitch.
Mine.
Joy.

Stroking.
Gentle.
Together.
Sleep.
---

note: The longer lines at the beginning are deliberately done.  I
wanted a transition from thinking/reasoning to instinct/lust.  Moving
from longer lines to single words was my way of showing this change in
conceptualization.
~~~

Run Silent - Run Deep
---

"My Lady."  Brown eyes open to look at me.

"I wish..."  I pause briefly as tears begin to flow.

"Oh hell.  We do the best we can don't we?"

I hug my lover/wife and let my tears flow freely.  Not surprisingly, a
long tongue reaches out and licks my face.  Her way of saying she
cares.

I dig my fingers into her fur and gently scratch/rub along her sides
and spine.  A groan escapes her lips as she arches in ecstasy.  This
is a familiar routine for both of us.  It's almost a daily ritual.

As I continue, she rolls to her back and spreads her hind legs.  This
too is familiar.  She wants attention.  She's also telling me she's
willing to be seduced.

Smiling gently through my tears, I begin to softly taste her belly
with my fingers.  I'm rewarded with total relaxation and a soft sigh.
Carefully, I gently shift her so her vulva faces me.

Without hesitation, my lips find it and I gently lick her.  My fingers
find their way to where her legs join her body.  Lightly, lovingly, I
stroke her body as I tenderly kiss and lick her vulva.  Her juices
start flowing and I savor them.

As some of her muscles relax, I feel others begin to quiver against my
probing tongue.

I increase my gentle stirrings.  I also work my hands under her and
begin to lightly dig at the base of her tail.  If a bitch can be said
to have a g-spot, this is hers.  Shortly after I begin my efforts, her
quiverings intensify.

When her quivers subside, I gently kiss her.

Without a word, I get up from where I have been kneeling at the side
of our bed and lie next to her.

For once, I don't feel any driving need to 'finish' my seduction with
full sex.  For now, just holding her close is what I need.  Oh, I know
she's willing.  Most of the time she's eager to continue.

I'm too pensive for that right now.  Every once in awhile, I look back
at my chosen lifestyle and wonder.

"Did I choose right?"

Overall, I'd have to say yes.

But, I paid a price few will understand.

When it comes to discussing the love of my live, I must hide it.  Tell
lies when pressed.

That takes a toll eventually.  So, rather than brood on
might-have-beens (there have been plenty), I take time out to spend
special time with my lover.

I can't help my smile as I think about how sneaky we are in public.
Sure, we look like just a dog and man who are exuberant about being
together.  Her 'unrestrained enthusiasm' as most call it.

The nicest part is that all people see is what they want to see.  They
don't realize just how close we truly are.

I'm not about to tell them either.

A nose in my crotch brings me back to awareness of the world.  It
seems someone isn't satisfied.

Not surprisingly, she is seducing me.  She's letting me know that she
wants more tonight.

"OK.  I get the message."

I briefly debate if I should use the lube or just remoisten her with
my saliva.

The mouth wins.  I shift her so I can worship briefly at the altar of
my love.

I love how she tastes.  In or out of estrus, I enjoy and savor the
taste of her.  Tonight, I taste the subtle seasonings that indicate
she is entering her estrus.  Ahhh...  Now I understand.

She's normally horny.  During her estrus, she goes beyond that to
absolutely demanding.

The next couple of weeks will strain my sex drive to its limits.

Do I mind?

No, not really.  It really only means that for a while, she will be
seducing me more than I seduce her.  Over time, I think it averages
out.

I long ago quit keeping track of who initiates our sex.

I shift us so that the head of my penis is resting in her vulva.

Just as I'm about to enter, she pulls away and stands with her
hindquarters facing me.  Her hind feet shift as she braces herself and
then flags me.

Oh.  It's going be one of *those* sessions.

I chuckle softly.

"Dog style is it?"  I oblige her whim and kneel behind her.  This
time, instead of stopping me, she braces herself firmly and allows me
to slide home.

If I wasn't used to it, I'd swear her tail is broken at a right angle.
It shifts further to one side and her vagina pulsates around me.

I let myself rediscover the gentle rhythm that will eventually bring
me to orgasm.  On automatic, I start sctritching her at the base of
her tail.  I get rewarded with internal spasms.

I pause and savor the nuances of our love.

Somewhat regretfully, I gently wrap my hands around her legs and begin
a more driving thrusting that will bring us both to orgasm.

I slip.  I slide.  I feel heat that slowly matches my own. Eventually,
I can no longer tell where I end and she begins.

I feel...  A sharpening tenseness.  My balls begin to send a nervous
signal that tells me release will be soon.

Exquisite 'almost pain' that precedes orgasm.  All I am aware of is my
tip as her inner warmth surrounds it.

I begin to drive deeper.  Instinct takes over now.  I want one thing
and I want it as soon as possible.

It happens.

Release.

Painful spurts as her walls clamp on me.

I freeze with my pubes against her.

I feel the velvety ring of her vulva as it presses against me.

My last rational thought is a desire to feel myself orgasm deep inside
her warm embrace.  I pull her back as I arch forward for maximum
penetration.

I become the spurting tip of my penis.  I have no body.

My lover has demanded - and received - everything I have to give her.

I am complete.

She stands firmly and patiently as I slowly return.

Once she feels my hands unclench, I am rewarded with a low, rumbling
growl and soft whines that tell me she too is completed.

Finally, unable to contain her excitement, she jerks herself free of
my loosening embrace

She bounces off the bed and then back.

She turns to lick herself.

A few licks and then she lunges for my crotch.

Years ago, this would have made me flinch away in terror.

Now, used to her ways and able to trust her even in her excitement, I
arch myself forward to meet her lunge.

Her tongue reaches and eagerly searches for any of our mingled juices.
She uses her nose to force space so she doesn't miss anything.

I close my eyes and savor this.

Trust.

Love.

Lust.

Satiation.

She is all action.  Ready to run and jump.

I am exhausted.  All I want to do is fall backwards and recover.

Instead, I force myself to awareness and cautiously climb off the bed.
A nose is pushing me.

Still languid, I manage to put my robe on and head for the door.

Toenails skitter on the tiles.  Throw rugs get wadded up as she races
through the house.

As I open the door, she uses her nose to force it out of my hand and
go outside.

Tiredly, but with a smile, I watch as she races around the yard.

While she romps and tells the world how happy she is, I settle on the
old couch I have on the porch.

Eventually her energy wanes and she slows down enough to join me.

Her head settles in my lap and I laugh quietly.

"About time you remembered I'm here."

I gently pet her and as she drifts into a relaxed sleep, I marvel once
again that I have been blessed with such a lover.

"No, I guess I don't regret my decision after all."  It is a whisper
that doesn't even make an ear twitch.

Smiling, I watch as dusk turns into night.

Yes, our love runs silent.

But...

It also runs deep.
~~~

Midnight Mare
---

Tom was backing away as I jabbed his chest with my finger.  "Look, if
I'm going to make a fool of myself, you can damn well make it worth my
while."

He grinned at me and held his hands up to defend himself.  "Ok.  I
didn't think you'd feel that way about it.  You have to admit that you
sound full of it."

Linda, bless her dear sweet and *stupid* heart, picked that moment to
make one of her more inane comments.  "Twenty dollars says you can't
do it.  I've seen her try to kick everyone who's ever tried.
Besides..."  She drawled it insultingly.  "She's *mine* and has better
taste than to let somebody like *you* stand behind her.  Let alone
*fuck* her."  She grinned at me and laughed.

"Each."  I snapped back.  There were ten of us so I figured making
them shell out $180.00 to watch me fuck Linda's mare would add insult
to injury.

They stepped away and consulted briefly.  When she looked up there was
a glint in her eyes.  "All of us, including you, will put in twenty
dollars.  Every guy gets a shot at her before you get to try.  The
winners, *if* there are any, will share the money."  She tossed her
head back in a gesture that reminded me of her mare.  "They've tried
before but I want to give them a second chance.  *Then* you get to
try."

'Second chance, hell.'  I thought to myself.  'She just wants to make
them all look like fools and thinks I'm an even bigger one.  Wendy,
her mare, is going to be nervous when they get done and Linda thinks
there's no way...'

I pulled out my wallet and got out a twenty.  I held it out to Linda.
"Deal.  Now, are the rest of you going to put up?  Or are you all
going to shut up and leave?"  There was silence.

I waited.  Nobody moved.  I reached to retrieve my money.  "No balls.
What's a twenty to any of us?..."

Tom was the first to break out of his trance.  "Wait.  I'm in."

I glanced around.  "Twenty bucks profit.  If that's it, the rest of
you can take a hike."

There were whispered conversations with girlfriends.  When it was all
over, Linda was holding $200.00 in one hand and Wendy's reins in the
other.

After some discussion, we decided that everyone should strip.  We all
skinny-dipped together anyway so it wasn't like we didn't know about
the differences between boys and girls.  Since we were typical horny
farm kids, we'd all fucked each other and not all of that fucking had
been hetero.  We didn't care who got us off as long as we got off.  It
would have been stupid to pretend any of us were body shy.

It was no secret that as the night wore on and each guy failed, he was
going to be pretty worked up.  The girls decided to take advantage of
that.  Someone jokingly called it 'give them a consolation prize' and
we all laughed.  I wasn't sure which way Linda was going to go.  It
would be just like her to figure on telling me to go play with myself
if I failed to win the bet.  At the same time, I knew how horny she
could get from watching others.  When it came to sex, she  seldom said
no when *she* was ready.  Ego vs hormones.  Usually I stood back and
waited to see which won.

I snickered to myself softly.  If things went as I expected, both
would lose.

Tom started and immediately blew it.  Oh, he took the time to soothe
Wendy but he went for the prize way too fast to suit her.  A slight
shift in body weight and a cocked hind leg let him know his chance was
over.  None of us were stupid.  All of us knew how to read mares. We'd
seen enough breedings to know what they were capable of if they
thought the stallion was too pushy.

Wendy, patient mare that she was, stood there and put up with it all.
Still, by the time I got to her, she was damned nervous and more than
ready to get away from us.

I didn't blame her.

I carefully went a bit away from things and then made a point of
talking to Wendy as I approached.  "Easy girl, it's just me coming to
say hello again."  Her ears flickered slightly and she nickered
softly.  "Yeah, just me."  She turned her head so she could watch me.
Yeah, she was nervous.  "Easy...  Easy..."  I soothed her in a quiet
voice until I was in front of her and could lightly rub her nose.

I continued to watch and gentle Wendy as I gave Linda some
instructions.  "Come over next to me and let her see you give me her
reins.  Then go sit down with everyone else and keep your mouth shut."

Linda looked at me and then shrugged.  "You're the one that will get
hurt if you fuck things up."

"Maybe."

She handed me the reins and walked away.

The rest of my words were whispered.  No point in giving away all of
our secrets yet.

"Easy beautiful."  I held up the reins.  "See?  Just the two of us." I
stroked her forehead and smiled.  As I did so, I gently moved her head
from side to side so she could see everyone.  "See?  I'm here now and
I'm not going to let them bother you any more tonight.  Just us.
Relax..."

I gentled her into a headhug and we held that pose for a bit.  I could
hear her nervous breathing slow and finally steady.  "Yeah.  That's
it...  It's ok now.  Just relax..."

Finally I felt her muscles loosen and she snorted softly.  I grinned
to myself.  Now I'd have to fuck her.  But, not yet.  There were
things we had to do first.  Wendy had her own ideas about the proper
ways to do things and I'd learned them all.

She pulled her head out of my grasp and looked around before she
turned back to me and nickered softly.  I gave her my best nicker and
then leaned forward.  She extended her nose and we exchanged breath.

At that point I lost track of the idea I was doing this to prove a
point.  The reins fell from my hands as I reached for her head and
cradled it.  I kissed her nose gently.

When I pulled away I whispered.  "Love you, Wendy."  Reluctantly I let
go and moved to lightly stroke her right flank.  I felt her muscles
twitch with her nervousness at first but eventually they relaxed under
my gentle movements.  I came back and scritched her chest and smiled.
"Like that don't you?"  She nickered as she arched her neck in
pleasure.

I continued my scritching and ducked under her head as I moved to her
left flank.

This time, after I had soothed her left flank, I let myself begin
massaging her left hind leg.  I marveled at her muscles as they
rippled and flowed under my touches.  I teased her by letting my hands
dart to the back of her leg and then go back and slide down the full
length of the outside of it.

Eventually, as I had known she would, she tired of the foreplay and
let me know she was ready for something more serious.  I barely
noticed the gasp as she shifted her legs slightly.  'Fools.'  I
stopped and looked towards her head.  Sure enough, she was watching
me.  I smiled.

"Ready aren't you?  Well, so am I.  Just a minute while I get ready."
I trailed my fingers along her flank as I went back in front of her to
get the grain bucket someone had brought out for the lucky guy to use.

She whuffled softly as I picked it up.  She nudged me gently and then
lowered her head to my throbbing penis.  She snorted and I chuckled.
"Ok."  I pushed at her head and made her move it out of my way as I
walked back and set the bucket behind her.

She watched as I stood on it.  "Ready?"  I whispered.  She waited
calmly.

I reached out and gently ran my hands down the backs of her legs.  She
shifted again and spread her legs some more.  It was obvious she was
bracing herself and getting ready for me.

As I let my hands come back up, she twitched her tail to one side and
began winking her clitoris at me.  I looked up.  Our eyes met briefly
and then she turned her head to face forward.

Both of us were ready.

I took her.  Slowly, gently, I entered her.  I paused and enjoyed her
heat.  Sometimes my fucking was hard and fast.  I knew that tonight
she needed my gentleness.

That was exactly what she got.  Slow strokes and lots of pauses while
I used my hands to massage the parts of her legs and back that I could
reach.  I know I lasted longer than fifteen minutes but I couldn't
tell you how long it was before I finally increased my tempo slightly
and focussed on orgasming.

Soon, it was over.  I stayed behind her and waited until my softening
penis slipped from her folds.  My hands told Wendy to just stay where
she was for now.  Slowly, carefully, I stepped down from the bucket. I
didn't want to shatter the special magic we had just shared.  I walked
along her right flank and spoke to her softly as I worked my way to
her head.

When I got there, we shared another headhug.  Finally, regretfully. I
let go.

Wendy stood there and watched me as I picked up her reins.  I draped
them over one of my shoulders and then reached out and disconnected
them.  I let the ends go.  She stood there calmly.  I'd known all
along that what connected the two of us was far stronger and more sure
than the control given by two pieces of leather.  "We don't need
these.  Do we, my love?"

"It was perfect.  Now, go relax and I'll see you soon."  I slapped her
flank playfully and she snorted as she moved away from me.

I watched as she ambled off towards her stall.

My penis glistened with our mingled fluids as I walked over to Linda
and collected my money from her unresisting grasp.

As I settled on the grass beside her, I whispered...

"You bought her body."

"I earned her love."
~~~

M/dog best/zoo

At long last, something I seldom write.  A sex scene with a man and a
dog.
---

Samson and Delight
---

"All right already...  We'll go someplace where we can relax. You'd
like that, wouldn't you?"  I grinned as Samson quit pawing at me with
his foot and tried to get behind me.

I probably smelled as horny as he was.  Before we headed back in the
house I knelt down and hugged him.  "You're a good guy. You know
that?"  I felt his muscles tense as he fought free of the hug. "OK.
Inside and then we'll talk about your problem."

I laughed as his ears perked.  'Talk about it' is my code to let him
know we're going to fuck each other.  Usually he gets to fuck me.
Sometimes I dock with him and sometimes I just let him straddle me and
I masturbate him and then jerk myself off while his semen continues to
cover my body.

When we get inside we head for the bedroom and he jumps on the bed.
While I stand next to the bed and take my clothes off he keeps nudging
me as if to tell me to hurry up, he's horny and wants to get laid.

"Easy kid.  I'll get there.  Unlike *you*, I have to get undressed."
When I'm finally naked I settle on the edge of the bed and he tries to
mount me.  His front paws are on my shoulders and I reach up and
enfold them in my hands

The pressure and attention is getting to me.  I love how he feels when
he mounts me.  That raw power as he wraps his legs around me and pulls
us together.

Regretfully I work him off to one side and crawl on the bed.  I start
rolling him over and when he realizes what's happening he quickly
rolls over on his back.  His lips peel back in a canine smile as his
front feet legs curl limply on either side.  His back legs are spread
and I have a great view of his crotch. He'd be the picture of puppyish
innocence if it weren't for the bright red tip and the beginnings of a
huge bulge at the base of his penis.

I bend down and kiss his penis.  He starts to buck into my mouth and I
indulge him for a few strokes before I pull away.

Quickly, surely, I straddle him and hold my willing asshole above his
sheath.  Years of experience lets me quickly expose his full length. I
hold the base of his penis and line us up. With inner amusement and
growing lust I realize that he's already mostly swollen from the
excitement.

I lower myself and feel his wetness as I engulf his throbbing and
slick penis.  Once I'm safely partway down his shaft I let go and
allow my weight to settle on him.  I feel his knot begin to stretch
me.  The pleasure/pain is wonderful.  I move my hips around as I begin
to force his knot through.  I play with myself as I focus on
extracting the maximum pleasure from his insertion.

I rock my hips back and forth.  I raise slightly and then settle
again.  As I let more of my weight settle I force myself to open as if
I were taking a shit.

Each time, on the downstroke, I feel myself accept a bit more.

The speed of my stroking increases.  Eyes closed, I think of only one
thing.

I want it all.

The six inches of his swollen prick isn't enough.

The knot.

I have to feel his knot inside me.

I stroke.  I drive myself onto him.

Suddenly, so quickly there isn't time for anything more than 'almost
pain', I feel my asshole stretch over the final bulge of his knot.
Once my sphincter is past that point, there is no return and his knot
quickly slides home.

Now, when I rise slightly, I feel him tugging against me from the
inside.

The extra sensations drive me over the edge.

I spasm and my semen coats his fur as I grind our bodies together.

Each movement sends waves of pleasure shuddering through me.

Now that his penis is inside me, my sphincter has reclosed around the
base of his shaft.  When I stop moving I can feel his pulsing in time
to his heartbeat.

I clench and unclench and get rewarded with newer, stronger throbbing.

I lean back slightly and brace myself.  Once my hands are firmly in
place I shift my hips forward until I feel his penis pressing against
my prostate.

I reclose my eyes and focus on every subtle movement.

We are tied and it will be ten to thirty minutes before he softens
enough to slip out.

Every so often I move slightly and feel his penis shift deliciously.

This time, with well planned movements and clenchings, I manage to
keep him swollen for the full half-hour.

Eventually, lust and pressure loses to physical reality and I feel his
prick deflate.  Since I am straddling him and his penis cannot return
home, I let myself thrill to the moist flaccidity and wait while my
sphincter regains enough tension so it will hold his semen inside when
I pull away.

I feel a tense and invigorating fullness from the semen he has pumped
into me.  Gently I rock my hips and use his penis to stir my insides.
He's used to these games and lays there limply.

Patiently, I wait and allow us both to recover.

Fifteen minutes later, my gentle clenchings and hip movements are
rewarded with the fantastic feeling of his penis expanding back into
my colon.  At the same time, I get to feel the gradual stretching as
his knot reinflates and locks us together again.

Once he's tied I focus on making myself spasm again.

Strokes.  Internal tuggings.  The feel of his penis shifting as I rock
my hips.

It all combines and I orgasm.

This time, when I am finished, I don't have to wait long for him to go
soft.

Slowly I raise myself away from his body.  As I feel the tapering that
tells me he is almost completely withdrawn, I clench firmly so nothing
flows out.

I love the feel of the pressure his semen creates within me. If I stop
thinking about keeping the fluid inside me, it will leave. With
practiced skill I clench with an inward drawing motion that helps to
keep his warm fluids within my greedy colon.

Once I am clear of Samson I shift and settle on my back beside him so
I can watch as he cleans himself.  When he nuzzles me and tries to
clean me, I keep my legs closed and just give him free access to my
penis and balls.

This time I'm going to keep his offering inside me and let my body
absorb as much as it can.  It will take time but the slow reduction of
pressure is as exciting and in it's own way, as sensuous as when he
put it there.

The raw sex.

The fulfillment.

The cuddling.

I live for these times.  I don't need to question if what we do is
right or wrong.

For the two of us - sex is incredibly *right* and that's all we need
to know.
~~~

Dream Sequence:

Brown bitch, medium, large breed.

She and I meet at home I guess, and she adopts herself into the family
with me and the dog.

At some point we cuddle and when I try to explore her belly and vulva
I realize that at some point she's been stretched and easily accepts
the penetration of my finger.

We fuck and cuddle as if we've been doing it all her life.

The impression I have is that she's ok with what's happening and stays
around even when she has the chances to leave.
---

I combined this with the following idea:  

The Unexpected Encounter
--

Guy meets a loose bitch and while petting her notices that her vulva
is displaying the signs of being fucked on a regular basis by a human.
He returns her and makes some sort of comment to her owner that hints
he knows, and is zoo himself.  She's welcomed is attention and is
obviously comfortable with intimate petting.
---

M-Bitch rom zoo/best

All the usual yadda-yadda goes here:  Released to the public domain,
repost it elsewhere, share it with your friends and enemies, steal it
and make money by claiming it as yours...  Whatever.  I'm not going to
waste time trying to enforce a privlege misleadingly called
'copyright', as if it applies equally to all.

The decent folks know what I mean and the others will delete this
anyway, right?
---

The Adoption
---

I heard some excited barking from my dog, then a slightly higher
pitched 'yip' that was obviously friendly.

Surprised, and wondering whose dog had managed to get in the yard, I
looked out the window to see what was going on.

What I saw made me smile.  My guy was romping and tussling with a
reddish brown dog, who was enthusiastically returning his attention.

I lost my sense of urgency and fear of possible problems, then got
dressed and went out to settle on the porch to watch them play.  A few
minutes of observation let me see that the 'dog' was actually a
bitch--and I grinned.

Q and I had a decided fondness for bitches--and since I knew that, I
finally relaxed completely.  She'd have to get extremely aggressive
before he'd resent her and assert his dominant position as 'boss dog'
in our yard.

That thought made me smile.  This one looked to be fully adult and
based on the way she played, I suspected she was unspayed or she
hadn't been spayed until she was fully mature and settled in her ways.

It didn't matter right now since she wasn't in season, or Q would have
been a lot more focused on her hindquarters as something more than a
chew toy.

I, on the other hand, had my own reasons to welcome a bitch into our
lives...

I shook my head wearily and started wondering where she'd come from.
We knew every current dog and bitch for a couple of miles around us,
since we took almost daily walks, and I'd never seen her before.

I sighed.  Oh, well.  I'd make sure the gate was open for her to go
when she was ready to leave.  Folks were easy out here and as long as
the dogs didn't cause problems, nobody, including animal control, got
upset with loose dogs.

Not, I suddenly realized, that an open gate was needed.  She'd got in
the yard somehow, and she could probably get out as easily, even if Q
and I didn't know how she'd done it.

Smiling, I got up to head for the walk through gate, and was spotted
before I'd gone twenty feet.  Q came over to pant happily and get some
attention, and she settled in on the other side and made no protests
when I stopped and petted her, too.

It didn't last long though, and suddenly both of them were off and
running again.

I was almost to the gate when I saw them approaching at full tilt.  Q,
of course started slowing his headlong rush so he wouldn't run into
the fence.

She, on the other hand, never slowed down and when it looked like she
was going to slam into the wire, she launched herself and gracefully
sailed over six feet of chain link fence as if it were no strain,  to
land and keep running.

When she realized Q wasn't behind her she skidded to a stop and turned
around quickly to stare at him in obvious puzzlement.

Then, she seemed to reach a decision and came back over the fence to
go back to playing with Q.

My jaw dropped with my stunned surprise, then I started laughing while
I turned away from the unopened gate.

I watched them both fondly and spoke aloud.  "Five years, and he's
been convinced it was too tall for him, and has honored the boundary
by not trying to dig under it.  I hope he doesn't learn that trick
from you.  If he does, I'll never be able to keep him home when any
bitch is in season."

I laughed again, and then went back in the house to get back to my
life.  She'd stay, or she wouldn't, and I wasn't going to force the
decision on such a free spirit.

I did make it a point to dig out a second dog dish, just in case she
decided to stay for lunch.

I did my usual daily chores, sometimes with company, sometimes not. By
lunchtime it was pretty obvious she'd made herself at home, since she
was using the dog door without hesitation, and she and Q had become
almost inseparable.

I finally shrugged about it.  She was housebroken, well behaved--and
got along with Q and I.  I'd take the time to call a few friends
later, and if she stayed long enough I'd have animal control check to
see if she was chipped, the next time they were in the area.

If she'd ride well, I'd get her shots taken care of, and then see what
happened.

I put two bowls of food down, and after a brief look at me,she ate
what she was offered, then settled on the side away from Q to help him
beg.

"Huh, Bitch.  Hope you stick around."

After I finished she and Q went outside to go do whatever, and I went
to bed for a nap.

When I woke up I had two dogs on the bed, so I petted Q until he got
tired of the attention and shifted to let me know he wanted to sleep.

I turned to her and tentatively reached to stroke her lightly.  She
groaned a little and rolled to her back in a bid for more attention. I
petted her cautiously at first, and when she didn't seem upset, I
moved my attention away from her head and chest to her stomach.

Much to my surprise, she looked like she was going to sleep.   Pleased
with the situation, I started looking at her more closely while I
lightly stroked and nibbled her with my fingers.

And, I have to be honest here, I started thinking other thoughts about
her.  As relaxed as she was, I was remembering other bitches, and
petting that had led to more.

To sex.

Now, I dared to look at her with a lover's eyes, and I wondered if
she'd let me do more, such as fondle her and explore her more
intimately.

Daringly, I slowly moved my attention closer and closer to her vulva,
until I was rubbing lightly on either side of it.

All she did was sigh and let her tail relax until it was flat on the
bed, fully exposing her vulva to my view.

That was when I realized something.

It was as if...

My mind froze briefly with my astonishment.  'Impossible!  Yet...'

Shivering with suppressed desires, I realized I had to know the truth.

I watched her face carefully while I slowly worked my finger across
her vulva, and then dared to bend it, and gently start working the tip
into her.

Nothing.  No reaction at all.  Amazed, I pushed slightly, until I felt
her first ring.

That was when things changed.  Her expression never shifted, but her
hips arched, suddenly driving her vagina onto my finger until it was
in as far as it would go, then I felt both of her rings alternatingly
clench and release to milk my finger.

My shock made me whisper but my words were tender anyway.  "My God...
You're a zoo bitch.  You *have* to be."

The outside world vanished while I gently worked her with my inserted
finger, and petted her stomach and chest with my other hand.

When I could tease no more spasms from her rings I reluctantly dared
to remove my finger.

She never moved, just opened her eyes to watch me calmly.

Amazed, I petted her a little longer, then dared to pull away enough
that I could strip.

The only reaction I noticed was a slight shift of her ears when my
penis came into view, and then she closed her eyes again and seemed to
go back to sleep, except for her tail, which twitched from side to
side slightly to let me know she was happy.

Naked, I had to know how far I could go with her.  I knew I was
pushing things, and I was ready to stop at the first hint that she
didn't want me doing what I was doing...

But I doubted if she'd stop me.  It was as if she *wanted* what was
coming next, and that made me wonder what she was doing here, alone
and apparently adopting Q and me as her new family.

So I spoke softly as I petted her again and adjusted myself until I
was able to look along her body from between her wide open hind legs.
"Easy girl.  You're beautiful, but I bet you know that already.  Just
let me know and I'll stop as soon as you tell me to, ok?"

With that I looked again at her vulva and then bent my head and
touched it with my tongue.

She groaned in a way that told me she was happy, and I felt her hips
briefly curl towards my touch before they relaxed again.

That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started working her
gently and with enthusiasm.

Eventually I had her soaked enough that I knew penetration would be
easy, if she allowed it, so I pulled away and settled on my side so
that her sprawled body was at a right angle to me with my penis lying
along the V between her still spread legs.

Then I took a deep breath, lined us up and started myself gently.  I
wasn't surprised when her first ring resisted briefly, then relaxed to
allow me into her warm depths.

I no longer had any doubts.  She been fucked by at least one human,
who'd been gentle and loved her often enough that she knew what she
wanted.

I fucked her gently and carefully, until my body forced me against her
and I orgasmed deep inside her body.

She sighed again, and didn't try to pull away.

I smiled tenderly, shifted us until she could reach my mouth with hers
if she wanted to, then spoke quietly.  "Well, I hope you stay,
beautiful."

She kissed me with her tongue, and then we both fell asleep.

When I awoke from my nap we were still coupled, and I was erect again
so I fucked her once more, then reluctantly withdrew to see if she'd
let me clean her.

She did for awhile and then she rolled away from me to briefly check
herself and apply a few swipes of her tongue in places she thought
needed it.

After that she forcefully nosed my crotch and thoroughly cleaned me
before she settled with her head on my thigh.  I laughed and scratched
her between her ears.  "Ok.  You have a home if you want it."

We stayed like that until Q came in and bounced on the bed to nuzzle
her.  She seemed to glare at him briefly, but he lost none of his
enthusiasm until it was obvious she wasn't going to move, then he
quickly settled.

I laughed, and then lifted her head gently and moved my leg.  "Sorry.
I'll be back, but I need to use the bathroom."

I watched her follow me with her eyes, then, when I was inside the
bathroom and taking a piss, she got up and left on her own business.

I shook my head and smiled dreamily.  "I hope you stick around."

* * *

That evening, when I called Q for his dinner, she was right behind him
when he came through the dog door, so I figured I had my answer for
now and made her some food, which she inhaled before she shook herself
and looked at me.

"So?  What now, Bitch?"

She looked around and I could swear that she was considering her
options, before she padded down the hallway to my bedroom door.

She paused and turned to look at me.

I smiled and gestured.  "Go ahead.  I'll be right there."

She sneezed, as if she was saying 'You'd better be!' and I laughed.

"Really.  I'll be there."

She turned and I heard the thump as she landed on my bed.

I chuckled and looked down at Q before I scratched his head.  "Looks
like we get to share the bed again, guy."

I made sure the water bowl was full, then the two of us headed for my
bedroom, and my latest lover.

* * *

And that was it.  The pattern had been established that first day.
'Stray' and I would have our morning fuck, then if I took a nap she
was there again, and we usually fucked and snuggled in the evening,
falling asleep connected and quite often fucking again during the
night if I woke up and felt like it.

Q, being a typical, independent minded dog, would sometimes be there,
investigating with his nose, but most often he'd settle out of our
way, then come back for his share of the attention once we were done
and cuddling.

There was never an argument between him and Stray about who was in
charge and I was thankful for that since both of them were large,
muscular and obviously able to take care of themselves.

I made it a point to be outside and waiting on the day animal control
made their round in our area, and flagged them down.  It was the woman
this time and she was smiling when she greeted me.

"New dog?"

"Hello, Cathy.  Yep.  She moved in a week ago and decided to stick
around.  I need you to check and see if she's been chipped, since she
didn't have a collar."

She nodded and grabbed her unit and then scanned Stray.  The unit
beeped and she looked at me.  "Yes.  She's chipped."

I sighed.  "I was afraid of that, but yeah.  Ok.  Let's find out if
they want her back."

She studied me.  "Attached already?"

I sighed and looked down at Stray.  "Yeah.  Too attached."

She nodded.  "I understand.  Hang on, and I'll see what I can find
out."

She pulled up the records, then called the registered owner.

I could hear her side of the conversation easily, but all I could hear
were angry tones without words, for the other side.

Apparently Stray heard them too, and she must have recognized the
voice because she started a low, rumbling--and very angry--growl that
didn't stop until the voice did.

Cathy was watching Stray with an odd smile by the time the
conversation was over.

I took a deep breath.  "Well?"

She sighed.  "Why is it?..."

She looked up after she recovered.  "It's up to you.  The original
owner died in a car wreck recently, and because the rest of the family
had never really wanted a dog around, who'd only been there because
her original owner took care of her...   They brought her out here and
dumped her."

I sighed and looked down at Stray before I knelt and hugged her.
"Pretty obvious the hate was mutual, wasn't it?"

"Sure was.  You want to press charges for abandonment, if we don't?"

I sighed again.  "I should, but 'Stray' has made herself at home and I
know that in the long run, pressing charges would be a waste of time
better spent doing things that are more productive."

I stood and gazed off at the distant mountains.  "Just make me the
registered owner, and expect to see her drifting around the area in
the future.  She jumps that fence like it's part of a game, and I'm
not going to go to the expense of installing a run to keep her here
against her will if she decides to leave."

Cathy smiled.  "Pay now, or send you the bill with the new tag?"

"Send me the bill.  Oh, is she current on her shots?"

"Yes.  She'll be due for her rabies to get the next license renewal."

I smiled.  "It doesn't surprise me that she's current.  She's already
told me her original owner took care of her. Quite well."

"Oh?"

I laughed.  "She made part of the bed hers the first day, and she
loves being petted and groomed.  Definitely a well loved, spoiled
house pet, and she didn't deserve what was done to her.  Matter of
fact, I haven't seen her jump the fence since the first day, when she
was playing with Q, so maybe she won't wander the neighborhood.  Seems
to be quite the stay at home type right now."

Cathy was laughing by the time I finished.  "Good for her.  She's got
you wrapped up in her paws already, so there's no need for me to give
you the usual 'new dog' lecture.  I'll see you in a couple of weeks
and if we have time, you can tell me how she's doing."

I nodded and she smiled after she got back in her truck and leaned out
after she did her paperwork for the stop.  "It's nice to be able to
relate a success story now and then.  Thanks."

I sobered and waved when she drove off.  "You're welcome."

Then I looked down at Stray, who was standing and wagging her tail at
me.  "And thank *you*, young lady."

She woofed happily, then ran off to go find Q.
~~~

Note:  Ken and Valerie first appeared in 'Trust Me?'
---

Life Moves On
---

I sighed.  "Ok.  You've seen my records on my last bitch, talked to my
neightbors, AND my vet.  You've also seen how secure the yard is.  I
own the place, I have a steady job, and an insurance policy already in
place for any dogs I own."

I glared at the officious woman who'd invaded my life.  "Do you think
it's *remotely* possible I'm more qualified to own dogs than you are?
Or, should I just go ahead and turn you folks in for all the *visible*
violations a casual walk through of the runs let me see?"

She flushed, so I figured I'd scored a hit, finally.  "I had to make
sure you're...  Not one of *those* people.  Not many people want their
dogs intact."

I sighed.  "Look.  I told you.  I'm set up for breeding, because I
used to raise papered German Shepherds.  Circumstances forced me to
close the kennel down and get rid of most of the dogs except for my
favorites, who eventually died of old age.  Frieda is papered, and a
good example of the breed.  I want to keep my options open.  If things
keep on the way they are, I'll start a new bloodline...

"So I don't have to go through this CRAP, every time I want another
dog or bitch!"

She flinched, then sighed. "I'm sorry I doubted you.  You can have her
as soon as you sign the paperwork."

"Thank you."

I took the clipboard, signed the paperwork, handed her the money as
she handed me Frieda's leash, then I smiled.  "Now.  Get off my
property and don't come back without an appointment, if you want to
check on her."

"But...  You agreed we could check on her."

"Nothing in those papers gives you the right to come here uninvited.
They clearly state 'at my convenience', not yours.  As far as I'm
concerned, if you or any of your people set foot on my property, or I
catch you in the area, you'll be tresspassing, and you'll be
prosecuted for invasion of privacy, something I let you get away with
this time, because I wanted to see how far you'd push me."

"I..."

"No.  Get.  Off.  My.  Property.  NOW!"

She finally got back in her car.  I waited until she was gone, then
closed and locked the gate before I looked down at Frieda and turned
her loose.  "What an arrogant busybody, girl.  You're home, and unless
you can jump a twelve foot fence, or are patient enough to dig out
from six feet away and go three feet down, you can't get out unless a
gate gets left open."

I chuckled.  "I saw the dog doors in the runs, so I'm going to get us
some food, then see you on the porch if you haven't come in by then."

I waved at the yard and she took off to go explore.

I put some food and water down for her, put a pizza in the oven and
set the timer, then settled in the living room and got on the phone to
a friend who worked part time for animal control.

"Hey, Ken."

"What's up, Ray?"

"You know that combination rescue and breeding operation we were
wondering about?"

"Yeah?"

"I just tossed the officious bitch who runs it, off my property, after
I bought the one bitch I know is honestly papered, since she comes
from one of my old bloodlines.  I called the owners of her parents to
make sure she'd been placed there with her papers."

"How much evidence did you get?"

I laughed.  "She interrogated my neighbors, my vet, and even saw the
plans for the runs and fences before she admitted she was making sure
I wasn't 'one of those people', because I wanted a papered bitch left
intact."

"Anything else?"

I sighed bitterly.  "Yeah.  When I walked through, I spotted enough
violations to get them shut down and banned from owning animals for
life.  If you move quickly, they won't have time to hide everything."

He matched my sigh.  "Ok.  We don't have the room right now.  Can we
do the usual and stage them all through your place?"

"Send the volunteers over so we can get it all ready.  It will be
crowded at first, but less so than what she's doing to them.  Send a
couple vets, too, and about one hundred vaccinations, just in case.
They all seemed to be doing well enough, so keep track of how they are
grouped so we can dulplicate that here, at first.  I have enough space
I think I can get it down to two dogs per run, once we have them all
here."

"Thanks, Ray.  Sounds like it's going to be another long day for us."

I chuckled tiredly.  "I'll let the neighbors know what's going on. How
soon can I expect company?"

"Soon.  Might be as soon as fifteen minutes, if some of the volunteers
are available for emergency work."

"When will the dogs start showing up?"

"Depends.  Goes politely, probably about an hour.  If the police have
to back us up, no more than two hours."

"Got it.  Call them in.  I have a gut feeling you'll need them."

"Shit.  I hate that.  Ok.  I'll call my boss and get things started.
If I'm lucky, I'll be there with the first load, then stay to help get
them settled, and be the official presense."

I snorted.  "Don't forget the paperwork, this time."

He laughed.  "You didn't keep blank copies?"

"I did, but I don't know if they've changed since the last time.  Been
a few years, remember?"

"Wish it had been longer, Ray.  I'll bring a couple sets, just in
case.  Should I agitate to get you put back on our list of regulars,
so you get stuff emailed to you, again?"

"Sounds like you expect this to start happening pretty often."

"It's not that.  I'd like to be able to get all the animals out
immediately, instead of taking days, or weeks."

"Got it.  Put me back, as long as you folks can provide the extra
hands and food.  I'm getting better financially, but it's going to be
a few more years before I can run a full kennel 24/7, again."

"Got it, Ray.  Thanks.  See you soon.  I'll call and tell Valerie to
grab the one ton and fifth wheel so we have a place to stay while we
deal with all this."

I chuckled.  "I'll move the van and leave the gates to the guest area
open so she can pull in from the back.  Hey...  Hang on...  Let me
think a minute."

"Something wrong?"

"Maybe...  I was looking at the dogs when I was there, but there's
something...  Yeah.  I won't swear they were on the property, but I
remember hearing horses nearby.  Pretty isolated out there, so they
might be part of the same operation.  You'd better have Val hook up
the horse trailer and stop by, just in case.  Be tight, but I think I
could find room for three or four, by putting them in the training
area, if you need a place to put them."

"Wonderful.  I hope they belong to the neighbors.  Fortunately, all
our stalls are empty, so we can handle them like usual, unless we see
a huge herd.  Val's going to hit the roof, though, if she has to help
load horses."

I sighed.  "Sorry.  Let's hope she doesn't know any of these."

"Yeah.  Still, better her than her parents.  At least she won't call
the media in immediately, then milk it for days."

I winced.  "Are we going to see the media?"

"Probably.  We haven't closed one down that's this big, in quite
awhile."

"Ok.  Don't forget to warn your people.  I'll warn my neighbors when I
call to let them know things are going to be busy here."

"Right.  Anything else?"

"If you want something other than pizza for dinner, bring your own
food."

"Pizza will be fine.  See you when I show up."

"Right.  See you when.  Bye, Ken."

I hung up and sighed.  "So much for letting Frieda get used to the
yard at her own speed."

I heard water being lapped, then she showed up and jumped on the couch
before she settled with her head on my lap.

I laughed and started petting her.  "Spoiled bitch, weren't you? Good.
Once things setlle, I'll spoil you some more.  First up, will be
giving you a new calling name."

Her only response was to roll to her back and groan contentedly.

I petted her some more, then sighed and got up.  "Sorry, beautiful.
Things to do before we can relax."

First stop was the kitchen, to turn the oven off, and move the pizza
to the microwave so it wouldn't get over cooked, since I knew that
once people started showing up, I'd forget about it.

Then, I hooked Frieda's leash on her and went out to close the gates
to my private yard, and introduce her to her run.  After that I turned
her loose again and let her wander while I checked the fence line and
made sure everything was locked so the volunteers couldn't
accidentally open something and let her out.

By the time that was done, cars started pulling up and parking outside
the fence, so I sighed a little, apologized to Frieda, then left her
in our area while I met everyone and started them on getting the runs
ready.

An hour and a half after I called him, Ken showed up with the first
load of dogs, followed by Valerie, who had a load of horses.

Fifteen minutes later, a media crew showed up, and then, for the next
six hours or so, things were hectic, but fairly routine, if you
ignored the fact Valerie was seething.

It was dawn when we got the last of the dogs settled, and could relax
a little before we decided what was going to happen next.

I cooked us some breakfast, then settled and watched Valerie.  "Ok.
I've been too damn busy to ask before now.  What got you so wound up
you're ready to bite the head off anyone who gets in your way?"

She ate a few bites, then sighed.  "I should have known I couldn't
hide it from you."

I chuckled.  "I know you usually avoid horses, and I can't blame you.
But last night, I had the impresion you weren't going to leave these
alone unless you had to."

"You're right.  Fortunately, there were only three of them.  To save
time, I bought them."

"Hold it.  You *bought* them from an operation you were closing down?"

She sighed.  "Relax.  It was a token payment, and small enough they
knew I was being generous when I could have given the money to the
shelter instead.  It's only for a few days, until mom and dad get here
to pick them up and reimburse me."

"Call me confused.  Ken?"

"Be glad you weren't there when she went off on that...  Woman and her
husband."

"Oh?"

Val sighed again.  "Sorry, Love.  Last thing I expected was to see
three of our retired show horses out here.  Mom must not have checked
them out, because if she had, she would have shut them down.  She's
worse than Ray, when it comes to shutting down mills and rescue
operators who don't care about the animals."

He frowned.  "I don't believe that story about them buying the horses
directly from your parents.  I think they bought them from whoever
originally bought them.  We'll know more after all their paperwork has
been gone through."

It was my turn to frown.  "I thought you haven't been back to see your
parents since shortly after you got married to each other.  That's
been about fifteen years, hasn't it?"

She smiled.  "Just over fourteen years since we spent time on the
ranch.  Until we settled here three years ago and funded the local
animal control until it was self supporting, we tried to make it to at
least one show a year."

She shook her head and sighed again.  "Wouldn't have mattered, in this
case.  You should have heard them as soon as I got upwind so they
could smell me coming.  They recognized me before I had a chance to
see them.  And..."

She ducked her head and started crying.  "You tell him, Love.  I
can't."

He sighed, then went over to hug her from behind.  "She was there when
they were foaled.  All lthree of them.  One is Lucy, the mare she used
to ride when she needed to get off by herself."

I winced.  "Damn.  I know how you folks feel about having your own
horses, since you're on the road so much.  What if we built a small
barn and I kept them here, so you don't have to rent when you want to
go riding?"

He looked down.  "Honey?"

"It's tempting."

She raised her head and looked at me.  "You sure you can handle them?"

"If I can't, I'm sure we can find someone to help me with them.  If
things work out in a few years, I was planning on starting the kennel
again, and I'll have to hire people to help me with that.  This is
animal country, remember?  You folks are so loved, you'd have people
standing in line to take care of them for free, if you put the word
out."

Ken laughed and stroked her cheek.  "Val still isn't used to that."

She slapped at his hand.  "I'm *used* to it!  I'm not comfortable with
taking advantage of it."

"Point.  If you let your parents take them, they'll just sell them
again and next time we might not know what's happening, in time.  They
weren't abused, just...  Not loved like they are used to."

"That's abuse, for an ex show horse, and you know it."

"Ok.  You're right.  I say we take advantage of Ray's soft heart, and
invest in his kennel at the same time, so he can go back to being a
full time operation.  With all the recent building and people moving
into the area, this stuff is getting worse, and we need someone like
him that we can stage our rescue operations through.  Be better if he
had his own crew on call, too."

She nodded.  "I'll call and let them know they don't have to come,
after all..."

We waited.

She got up and went to look out the window.  "Ray?  Did I see some for
sale signs on the way in?  I wasn't paying attention to anything
except getting here safely."

"Yes, most of the property around here is for sale.  Got something in
mind?"

"Of course.  Any of your neighbors want to sell out?"

I sighed.  "All of them.  Kyle and Jennifer have theirs listed. Nobody
is buying because they all figure the price will keep dropping. That's
probably the for sale sign you saw, since they own the place just
before mine on the way in."

"That the barn and house I can see from here?"

"No.  That's Oscar's place.  His wife died last year, and he's been
making noises about going to live with one of their kids.  They were
here first, and raised a family on that land.  Used to raise alfalfa
and sell it to the locals so they didn't have to go all the way to the
feed stores in town.  Most  folks have moved away though, so he quit
farming and the fields are fallow."

"So a lot of the farms are abandoned?"

"Not abandoned, even though nobody is actively farming to produce more
than they need for their own animals, if they have any left.  No
squatters that I know of.  Anybody you see out here is a caretaker, if
they aren't the owner."

She spoke softly, more to herself than Ken.  "This is good riding
country.  Be a good place to raise sheep and goats, too.  Getting
harder for a lot of our herders to find people who tolerate them."

He stood next to her and wrapped an arm around her.  "Riding stable
using your parent's horses when they retire them?"

"You know me too well.  Be nice not to worry about hiding who we are,
from our nearest neighbor, too."

"Let's go introduce ourselves, and apologize for all the lights and
noise last night."

I laughed.  "I told you.  Oscar used to farm.  He probably misses all
the noise from the animals.  Don't worry about waking him up."

Ken laughed.  "He feels guilty when it's daylight, and he's in bed?"

"Yes.  Ring the cow bell at the gate, if you don't want to see the
business end of a shotgun.  He's old fashioned, that way.  Be sure and
close the gate after you go through.  That's it.  Do that, and he'll
be friendly."

Val smiled.  "Maybe he'll stay and raise feed for the horses.  We can
always buy the land on the other side and use it, if he doesn't want
to sell out yet."

I chuckled.  "You know the saying by now, right?"

Ken laughed.  "Of course.  'Money talks, bullshit walks.'  That is the
one you had in mind, isn't it?"

"Yep.  Good luck."

Ken laughed.  "Thanks.  After last night, I can use a relaxing stroll
in the country, with my wife and the dogs."

They left, and I smiled when I saw them walk through the gate, with
their dogs on their leashes.  'Good start, taking the dogs on the
leashes.  Oscar's a sucker for responsible folks and well behaved
dogs.'

I finally looked down and smiled.  "Well, Frieda, we have guests in
the caretaker's cottage, and they know what to do, so you and I can
finally relax and get to know each other better, after I take a
shower."

Her head tilted to one side, then she followed me when I headed for
the bathroom.

Once she figured out I was going to take a bath, she vanished.

I smiled and wondered how soon it would be, before that reaction
changed to getting in the shower stall and waiting for me to join her.

It didn't matter, and there were more important things that had to be
done first.
~~~

Whatever
---

"Hullo, Jason."

"Hey, Marge."

"Haven't seen you for awhile.  Do you even have a life?"

I shrugged.  "Not really.  Sleep, get up in the morning, feed me and
the dog, get on the computer.  Eat and sleep when I feel like it, then
repeat."

She glanced at Heather, my bitch, then looked at me again.  "Any plans
for more than that?"

"Why bother?"

"Curious."

"Huh.  Curious.  Usually means a woman is thinking about making a guy
change his life to suit her."

"Seriously.  You seem to be a good man."

"Yeah.  Thought so.  Hunting?"

"Sorta.  Lonely.  That's the weird part.  For living alone, I've never
heard you say you're lonely, ya know?"

"So?  Been me and Heather for years.  We get out on our walks.  Got
people like you to visit with once in awhile.  She has her own friends
at the dog park.  Don't need more than that.  We're content with our
lives."

"What about?...  Got any special friends?

"Special?  Just say it, Marge.  No.  I don't have any special friends,
male or female."  I held up my right hand and flexed it.  "Got this
for my special friend  All I need."

"You're not making this easy for me, are you?"

"Why should I?  Plenty of guys out there that would be willing to hop
your body, right?  No need to be chasing me."

She took a deep breath.  "Maybe.  None of them are you.  I've done
everything except expose myself, and you're...  I don't know what you
are, but whatever it is, you aren't normal."

I sighed.  "What I am, is not interested in getting sweaty with you,
or anyone else.  Simple, right?"

"Too simple."

"Never had a man you couldn't get in bed, when you decided to scratch
your itch?"

"Yes.  Until you."

I put my left hand on my crotch.  "Nothing here, for you or anyone
else.  Get used to it, then forget it."

"Works though, right?"

"I told you it does."  I held up my hand again.  "For this, when I'm
in the mood."

"That hand work on women, or men?"

"Used to.  Not for years.  Same is true for my mouth.  Wasting your
time.  Accept it."

"Can't.  Trying to solve a puzzle.  As far as I can tell, you're
normal, yet...  Celibate."

"And I shouldn't be?  Can't I enjoy visiting without trying to bed
every woman I meet?"

"I think you're getting laid, but not admitting it."

"So what if I am?  None of your business, right?"

"Takes a woman to give a man a certain look."

"Not going to let go, are you?"

"Probably not.  Woman thing."

"I know.  It's one reason I can't stand being around women, except
casually."

"So you *are* getting laid."

I studied her and thought about her sudden focus on my sex life.  "So
you've been offering yourself because you want to be one of the women,
or *the* woman, who gives me 'The Look'?"

"Uh huh."

"And if I did say yes, you'd want to keep getting screwed, as much for
yourself, as it would be for me, right?"

"It wouldn't be for just the sex, but...  Yes, of course.  I have
needs, too."

"Forget it.  You're not my type.  No woman ever will be.  Came to
terms with that a long time ago.  You need to do the same, and try
with some other man."

Then I smiled the kind of smile I knew would get most women wishing it
was for them, and directed it at Heather.

"Come on, Love.  Let's go home and...

"Give each other 'The Look'."

Then we walked away without looking back, because we had more
important things to do, than stand around and politely put up with
Marge's clumsy attempts to get the use of my prick.
~~~

Confession:  Two
---

He looked around the dining area and sighed to himself.  'Shit.  I
knew I should have skipped that meeting.  This place is packed.'

He was resigned to eating with one hand, while he held his tray and
waited for a table to clear, when he realized a red haired woman was
watching him, and she was the only one at her table.

He thought about it briefly, then decided being able to sit down was
more important than worrying about someone being offended, so he
gestured at his tray, then at her.

She nodded slightly, so he wended his way through the crowd, set his
tray down, then settled and studied her before he spoke softly.
"Thanks.  I got caught in a meeting and..."

He shrugged.  "Thanks."

"Carrie?  You're welcome."

"Yeah, Carrie and one of her blame sessions, followed by her idiotic
morale building talk.  Wish she'd get the memo that those things died
out years ago, and if she wants to motivate people, she should offer
money instead of platitudes."

"Cynic.  I don't see a ring, or evidence you had one.  You hunting?"

"I'm male.  Always.  You up to being hunted?"

"Always.  You've cleared the first trap, by being honest.  That gets
you the admission that I don't have any place important that I have to
be, until tomorrow."

He ate most of his meal in silence, then, after he leaned back and
started sipping at his soft drink, he shook his head and smiled
thinly.  "I live in a house I own, it has a clean guest bedroom with
its own bathroom, and the doors are lockable with deadbolts and
chains.  If you need to do some laundry, before you go where you have
to go, tomorrow, there is a washer and dryer in the garage.  Since you
know about Carrie, you must know that we were given the rest of the
day off, to 'relax and get rid of the stress that's built up on the
latest job'."

Her slight smile matched his.  "Keep going."

His eyebrows went up, then he nodded.  "I have a well stocked pantry,
a side by side that's pretty large, and both sides are full, since I
recently went shopping.  I also have a stove, and a covered patio with
a decent sized grill installed.  I'll offer you a home cooked meal
that hasn't been cooked in a microwave, with no expectation of
payment, other than the pleasure of having female company to share the
experience with."

Her eyebrows went up, then she lowered them and nodded slightly.
"Carrie hasn't changed a bit, has she?"

"Not in the eleven years I've been here."

"Coming up on fourteen years, for me.  I was there when she sold the
idea of having a 'motivational director', to the board, and made
herself the 'logical choice' to be that person."

His eyebrows went up, then he lowered them and shrugged.  "The jacuzzi
is in the garage, with a picture window that lets you see the
mountains.  I got tired of not being able to use it year round, and
constantly replacing the filters because of the insects and debris."

Her smile widened at last and she offered him her hand.  "Jean
Kinneret.  I hope you like to snuggle in the nude, in that jacuzzi. In
return for that snuggle, I'd like to share the cooking chores."

He took her hand briefly, and watched her eyes.  "Cameron Volante.
Unless I have prudish company, the only time I wear more than skin at
home, is when I'm cooking, or have to be outside where I can be seen
by the neighbors, or passersby.  The back yard has a solid fence, and
the shrubbery is tall enough it hides me from second story peepers.
There are no three story houses in the area.  Zoning won't allow
them."

"Nice.  Who supplies the transportation?"

"Depends, I suppose.  I have to be back here, tomorrow afternoon."

"As long as I log the right amount of time, I set my own hours.  I'm
already over for the month, so accounting would appreciate it if I
slow down some.  I do have to put in an appearence in my department,
but it can be a token one that's long enough for my people to have
access if they need a face to face.  As long as you have room for me
and my laptop, I'll be fine with taking whatever you drive."

He nodded again.  "You done here?"

"If you are."

He sighed and let go of her hand.  "I was 'done' before I went to that
meeting, so as soon as I get rid of the debris, I'll be ready to go."

She stood and gathered her own trash onto her tray.  "I need to
collect my laptop, then I can leave.  Let's go.  My car will be fine
where it is, since I have a space in the secured parking area."

He laughed suddenly, then stood up.  "And I was wondering if you'd be
ok with going there so I can collect mine."

* * *

The garage door opened and revealed a well used pickup.  He parked the
car, and while the door was closing,  Jean got out and walked around
the truck before she stopped in front of his car.  "You must live an
interesting private life.  I saw the Stetson holder."

He laughed.  "Same for you, since you were able to recognize it.  That
was Pa's truck, back when this was a working farm."

"Second generation?"

"Third.  Nobody else in the family wanted it, so I wound up with it
all, then, during the next to last boom, earned some glares from
family, along with a couple of lawsuits that were greed based, when I
sold all but the ten acres I kept, so I'd still have some privacy and
elbow room."

"What happened in court?"

"They lost.  I'd made reasonable buyout offers back when it was all
being transfered to me, and all of them accepted, in writing."

She nodded.  "Big mistake for them, sounds like."

"Yep."

She moved to wait by the door to the house and when he approached she
opened her arms.  "C'Mere."

They kissed, and eventually she pulled back slightly.  "Does your
cooking taste as good as you do?"

"Better.  Yours?"

"Umm...  I'm one of those lazy microwave cooks and I stay away from
getting exotic.  So...  I'd better limit myself to fetching and
carrying, mostly, because I have the feeling that you might be more of
a chef, than a cook."

"That wasn't an answer."

"Sorry.  I probably taste better than my cooking.  You're the first
man who has asked."

He chuckled.  "Before we get involved in making food decisions, we
have a more important decision to make."

"Oh?"

"We're in the garage.  Should we strip now, and start the laundry, or
wait until later?"

"Only thing I'm hungry for, is the feel of flesh against flesh. Strip,
then, if it's ready, the jacuzzi."

"Turn around, and flip the switch next to the timer.  That will turn
everything on.  If you're willing to divert to one of the bathrooms,
by the time we take a lingering shower, or bath, it should be ready."

"I'm willing."

She turned, flipped the switch, then looked around, spotted the
washer, and walked over to it before she stripped and looked at him.
"Since we're pretending we're practical, I'll assume you know enough
to separate whites from colored."

He walked over, stripped, then started loading their clothes.  "I do.
If you'll open the cabinet to your left, you can hand me some of what
you find, so we have a full load."

She did, then handed him the soap and softener after the machine was
loaded.

He made the properly arcane gestures, and once the machine started
filling, he nodded his thanks.  "Now?"

"Tour, shower, then...  Relax."

"Sounds good to me.  You lead.  I like the view, and I've seen the
house already."

She laughed.  "Let's go.  Any place off limits?"

"None.  Anyone who gets this far is someone I trust with all of it.
Besides, only thing worth stealing, as far as I'm concerned, is my
heart.  The rest of it is...  Not valueless, just...  Tangible
memories I can live without, if I have to."

She was already part way through the door when he made his comment, so
she stepped the rest of the way, plus a few more steps, then turned
around and waited for him to close the door behind himself.

Once he faced her again she studied him thoughtfully before she spoke
softly.  "What about earning your heart?  Is that possible?"

He sighed.  "It's always possible.  Pretty unlikely that anyone would
ever earn all of it."

She waited, and after he stood in silence for awhile, she nodded
slightly.  "When would be the best time for you to tell me the reasons
earning all of your heart is unlikely?"

He thought about it, then shrugged.  "Depends on you.  If you want
some good memories of your time with me, we wait until your clothes
are done.  If you aren't worried about that, and want to be able to
get out of here as soon as possible, I can tell you now, then you
could either wait for your clothing, or we could remove it from the
washing machine and I could give you a robe before I take you back so
you can retrieve your car.  No hard feelings if it happens.  One woman
called for a taxi, because she wanted out of my sight, immediately."

"A hint?"

"I'm not a pedo, or a registered sex offender.  If I was, I wouldn't
have the job I have, which is that of being the senior customer
service supervisor."

"No wonder you're so calm in stressful situations.   I'm the senior
web designer for the company, which means I get to deal with the web
site problems and balancing marketing with honesty, so we manage to
keep as many of our customers as we can, while we try to suck in more
business."

He smiled.  "So...  Changing the subject slightly, I've never heard a
good reason to justify not letting our departments coordinate with
each other more.  It would be nice to get *some* feedback, once in
awhile."

"Excuse me?!"

Then she recovered.  "Later.  We're here for us.  I've heard some
pretty...  Unusual stories, over the years.  Some of them were spun by
my own lovers, others were told second hand, by people I've known.
Only type of person I'd want to get away from immediately, would be a
sociopath, and you don't act like one of those.  Plenty of people know
we're together, so, given a worst case of one of us being an impulsive
murderer, the survivor will see justice dealt out to them..  Give me
the short version, and let's see if you can surprise me into running
away."

"On your head, be it.  Short version.  I'm bisexual, and zoo."

She studied him briefly.  "Species?"

"Dogs.  I prefer bitches, but once in awhile, I need to be a bottom."

She thought some more, then walked around him while she looked him
over.  When she was back in front, she smiled.  "I didn't see any
obvious scars."

"I have some.  They're faint, but there.  One of the dogs was too
enthused and limber.  His hind toenails tore my scrotum.  Deep
scratches only, so I didn't need any treatment for them."

"You wouldn't happen to be looking for a wife, would you?"

"Goes with the 'always hunting'."

"I was watching you in the cafeteria, because I suddenly realized that
in a lot of ways, you move like a dog."

"I do?!"

"Yes.  So...  I can guess, but I'd appreciate knowing the answer.  If
you're a zoo, how come no dogs or bitches in your life, now?"

He sighed.  "You're taking this well.  The job, mostly, and I got
tired of staying alive after my lovers died.  Plus...  They don't have
hands."

He watched while she obviously turned inward.

Eventually she refocused on him, stepped forward, and wrapped him in a
hug.

His mind blanked when she whispered 'I'm one, too', before she started
crying.
---

End: 'Confession: Two'
~~~

End: Miscellaneous Zoo/Best
======








First part of a multipart work that never got added to (sigh)
---

Freedom's Just Another Word for Persecution
----

"Thanks for helping.  This hasn't been easy for me."

I was mostly sober, but I could see the humor in the situation so I
let that color my response to Vicky.  "You're welcome.  Don't mind.
Besides, I know how hard it is for you to find a strong back on short
notice, as weak as mine is, these days."

She sighed, stopped her careful packing, and came over to hug me.
"You've been pretty quiet, considering what you're helping with."

I sighed and looked down at the photo album I'd casually picked up,
then focused on when I realized what it contained.  "You haven't said
who this person was, or why we're doing this, but please, for their
sake, make sure this album is kept for them."

She sighed.  "Oh?  You sound pretty certain."

"I am."

She looked at me and studied me, and I knew she was wondering at my
unusual abruptness.  "What's wrong?"

I opened it to the first page.  "This is."

I put my finger on a picture of a woman, with a name below it.  "I
went to school with this woman.  Same class, in fact."   Then I paged
through until I found some other notes and pointed at a name there. "I
know this person, too, even though we've never met."

Vicky looked, nodded slightly.  "Unusual name."

"I know.  Makes me think there's a chance we at least know of each
other.  Not many folks know this guy under this name."

Vicky sighed.  "You know, Duncan, I was kind of hoping this was a
nightmare.  Mac is a good young man, I always thought.  So are you"

"Thanks.  But?"

She settled on the crowded bed.  "He trusted me enough to show me that
album.  I notice you didn't say anything about some of the suggestive
pictures in it.  I did, and he explained them."

I sighed.  "Since it's in the open, I'll say it.  'Mac', whoever he
is, was a zoosexual, wasn't he?"

She nodded wearily.  "He was arrested for felony animal abuse,
yesterday."

I winced.  "Makes sense, since bestiality is legal here.  Prosecuters
who are trying to make news have found that charge works well, and
then they inflate the charges until a plea bargain gets them an
admission of guilt, and at least one count left for a conviction."

I looked out the window, as if examining her yard.  "You don't have
any animals, and I don't remember the neighbors having any..."

I sighed and faced her.  "They got him for tresspassing, too, didn't
they?  Idiot was fence hopping somewhere."

She ducked her head miserably, then slowly raised it to watch my face.
"You know a lot about this stuff."

I sighed, and gestured at the album again, then tapped my head
lightly.  "Been a zoo since puberty.  After Carrie died, I decided to
go inactive, and have stuck to women ever since.  I knew I'd beaten
the odds, so I decided to quit while I was still free and hopefully
unsuspected.  It was a good decision, even though I regret it.  The
hysteria has been getting worse the last few years, in spite of the
legit studies the fanatics refuse to admit have been done."

I smiled a little sadly.  "I don't have anything except the usual,
innocent pics, for people to find.  The important images are all in my
head."

I took a deep breath.  "You got any problems with what he did?"

She looked away, then back.  "Not really.  Told him he shouldn't keep
any pictures around.  Wasn't happy about him using other folk's
animals instead of his own.  I offered to rewrite the rental agreement
so he could have a pet in his room.  He hadn't made up his mind yet."

I nodded.  "I'm surprised they haven't showed up with a search warrant
and seized this album."

"They did show.  Wasn't anything in it they could use to help get the
conviction.  They didn't even bother taking his computer.  Tore this
place apart, then left it all and said I could deal with it and do
whatever I wanted, but figure he was going to be away for at least a
year or two."

She sighed wearily again.  "Mac is taking it well, since he knew he
could get caught.  Signed a statement putting me in charge of taking
care of his stuff.  No family."

She corrected herself suddenly.  "No family he cared about.  That
picture you pointed out?  His mother.  Hasn't seen her since he moved
out to rent the room here, three years ago."

"She know?"

"No.  Guess she will, pretty soon.  Just lots of friction because he
wasn't shacking up with anyone, male or female.  Mac said she's
convinced he's neuter as far as sex goes."

She laughed.  "He's functional.  We get along well enough we've mercy
fucked a few times.  Pretty obvious it was mechanical for him, mostly.
He looks a lot more relaxed after..."

I sighed and closed the album after studying Jackie's picture, then
set it on the pile of stuff we'd decided required special handling.
"Jackie wasn't a prude, but she wasn't fast and free, either.  I never
ran in her or anyone else's crowd, so most of what I know about her
was learned second hand in school, then news passed between classmates
who run into each other, since then."

I handed her the album.  "To be honest, I think he never should have
taken the pics, let alone put them in an album.  On the other hand,
he's still just a kid, really, and finding like minded people isn't
the easiest thing to do, anyway.  I suppose the album could be called
an honest mistake, and maybe it wasn't one, since the prosecutor
didn't want it."

She sighed.  "I think they left it because the photos are only
'improper' in context, and individually, they wouldn't be seen as
anything unusual.  They thought about using the quantity as part of
the prosecution, but after awhile I had the impression the case they
have is solid enough they don't need to be that 'creative'.

"The guys joked a little about how they would have loved to find
anything that even hinted at pedo, but they couldn't, so they took the
little bit they decided to take with them and left me with the mess
they'd made."

I nodded and sat in one of the chairs.  "Sorry.  I need to get off my
feet for a few.  Mind if I call out for some food?"

"Italian?"

I laughed.  "Fine with me.  I'll pay."

"I can pay part of it."

"Relax.  This will be my monthly indulgence.  Just means I'll
eliminate one later if it looks like I'll be short by the end of the
month."

"Thanks."

She settled on the bed, then closed her eyes and sighed.  "Can you...
Help me out?"

I sighed.  "Probably."

"They got pretty...  Intense when they asked me what I knew.  I asked
for an attorney, and they backed off, but...  They 'searched' the
whole place, and left me with the aftermath.  I've already called a
good lawyer, and she thinks I have a good case against them, but...
Justice moves damn slow for the innocent.  I...  Could use a place to
stay, that has some male arms attached to someone I know I can trust."

"And who you know has some empathy?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

She lifted her head and looked at me.  "Be nice if it was permanent.
As soon as I get stuff put in storage, I'm selling, and...  They
mentally *raped* me!  They made it sound like they felt I was just as
guilty, maybe worse, just for renting him a room."

"Crap."

I thought about it and sighed again.  "What the Hell.  We've known
each ofther for years.  Seems like when the shit's really, really
deep, we wind up in each other's arms.  Yeah.  I know I don't sound
very enthused, but...  As far as I know, no matter how much they want
to associate me with it, there's nothing there.  Ok, Vicky, if you can
keep it to me being a long time friend and all that, you have a
home... And a husband, if you want one.  Will your neighbors keep an
eye on the place if you close it up and take a vacation for a few
days?"

She studied me, then nodded.  "They will.  I want to get Mac's stuff
boxed and put in secure storage, somewhere, before I leave for any
length of time.  Oh.  That was a yes, to all of it.  You have a wife."

"Is this everything he owned?"

"Yes."

"If you store it, are you going to have to tell the cops where it is?"

"No.  They were pretty casual about suggesting I might as well toss it
all in the dumpster."

"Damn.  Where were their heads at?  From what you've mentioned, any
half-assed lawyer could get Mac off free and clear."

"Know any?"

"Unfortunately, no.  Used to, but...  Lost track of them a decade ago,
or so.  Never regreted it until now.  Don't remember their names, and
all the emails got lost in a drive crash about five years ago."

I looked around the room again, thought, hard, then nodded to myself.
"Ok.  We've pretty much sorted it all, and I see about two boxes of
critical stuff in the must keep pile.  I'm going to make a suggestion,
and let you decide if you want to accept it."

"Fair enough."

"Thanks.  Let's box the important stuff and put it in your car,  Then
we go find a storage place that has something big enough to hold all
of Mac's stuff.  We'll leave those boxes there, then take a break and
get something to eat.  After that, we can call around and find some
movers, get them in as soon as possible, and let them box everything
of his and yours for storage.  We let them take his stuff to wherever,
and then...  If what you want to keep will fit, we'll put all your
stuff in my garage for now."

"That sounds pretty extravagent, for a man on a tight budget."

"It's not something I talk about very often.  Fairly simple, with a
lot of luck involved.  I had a dot com with twenty people working for
me, someone bought me out, for cash, and I dumped the principle into a
retirement account.  'Living within my means' has always been living
on the interest, plus what I make from my regular job, and never
touching the principle.  It was a sweet setup, because I was bought
out just before the bust."

"Do I get to know how much?"

"Twenty five million."

"Oh.  Could we hire some private security?  Just a bad feeling.  I do
have a monitored alarm system, but...  I'm not expecting the cops to
rush if they need to respond."

"What the fuck did they do to you?!  Never mind.  If you box the
essentials, and load up what you have to take with you, and we can buy
all new, if you want to leave the memories behind, I'll go through the
phone book and get someone here before we leave."

"Thanks, Duncan."

* * *

Vicky settled on the couch while I was still on the phone, so I asked
the woman if she'd hold on while I talked to Vicky.  She agreed, so I
thanked her and took the time to grin at Vicky.  "A couple of man and
dog teams will be here within thirty minutes."

She nodded.  "Good.  Thanks."

"Welcome.  Is it definite that you want to sell?"

"Yes."

"Ok.  I assumed that was the case, so I've been working on a deal.  I
have the place sold.  Free security until you get what you want, out.
They'll keep the rest and not put any pressure on you to move out.  If
you'll accept the free security as the down payment, they'll cover all
the costs, pay you full market value, and make the payments three
thousand a month until they pay it off."

She was staring at me in obvious shock by the time I finished. Finally
she nodded slightly.  "Any other surprises?"

"They have enough part time people that they're sure they can find
more than enough folks to help pack everything and help us move it.
They'll provide the trucks, since a lot of their people own pickups.
Willing to make that part of the down, if you're agreeable."

"Tell them yes."

I spoke into the phone.  "Deal.  Give us a couple days, and we'll be
back in touch.  In the meantime, nobody on the property except us and
your people.  Anyone else will need a search warrant, and we want to
know about it when it happens.  Thanks for the heads up on the storage
facility.  Tell them we'll be there as soon as we can, after your
people show up."

I got confirmation, and a very sincere thanks, then I hung up.

Vicky studied me thoughtfully before she shook her head and smiled.
"Are you *insane*?  How on earth did you get a security outfit to buy
this place and do all the other stuff?"

"We had a problem, and they had one, too, but they didn't know it.  I
turned the problems into mutual solutions."

"Let me guess.  That was your business?"

"Yes.  Wasn't easy, but I managed to find twenty people able to do the
same thing.  The rest was finding one person who knew how to get us
net presence.  She stayed when I sold out, and got herself an absurd
salary for doing something she would have done for free, because she
loved it so much."

"So all we have to do is take a breather, then we come back and I
point at stuff utnil I have everything I want to take with me?"

"Yep."

"What about my neighbors?"

"They're going to provide a full time presence and neighborhood watch
program, using their people, for free."

"Are they insane?"

"No.  They needed a permanent training facility for their people, and
a way to be able to train their canines for house searches.  They'll
only do the training during the day, and if anyone wants to take part
and help, they'll teach them how.  Plus, they're going to open up a
training program for anyone who wants to go through it.  They'll be
making more than enough to make those payments.  Might even pay it off
early."

"I know the rough market value, Duncan, and I think it's a miracle
that you managed to sell a home worth about half a million, in a
matter of minutes, from a cold start."

I shrugged.  "It's a knack I've had, ever since I was a kid.  Don't
know where I learned it, but to me, everything I see is a solution,
and I have to go looking for the problems they solve."

She thought about it, then smiled.  "So...  To you, it was obvious
that you and I were each other's solutions?"

"Yeah.  Sorry it took me so many years to figure that out.  Took you
asking for help, to make me see us that way.  Once that happened, it
was inevitable, as far as my head was concerned.  Wasn't sure you'd
feel the same way."

"Ever make the offer, before?"

"Half dozen times.  A couple knew about me, the others didn't, because
it was after I quit.  Didn't matter, because they couldn't deal with
the way my mind works under stress.  You have to admit my idea of a
marriage proposal isn't...  Typical."

"It was exactly what I needed to hear, backed by love.  Don't worry
about it."

"Ok.  You ready to load whaat goes in storage right now?"

"Three boxes.  Already in my trunk.  I'll worry about Mac's car,
later.  I'd like to put it in storage for him.  I'll assume you don't
want to give the cops any reason to show up and search your place, so
keeping it there wasn't an option I considered."

"Thanks, Vicky."

I handed her the notes I'd taken.  "Storge place they do the security
for.  Chain, so if this one doesn't have what we need, they'll call
around and find it for us."

She took the notes, read them, then looked up.  "Pretty close to your
place.  Thanks."

"I figured it would be awhile, before you'd be ready to get near this
neighborhood, once you don't have any real reasons to come back."

"Smart man, but I already knew that.  I took the time to load up my
flight bag with the necessities, and it's in the car, too.  Once those
people get here, and we deal with the paperwork, we can leave this
behind for a few days.
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