Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 21:19:07 -0000
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon  Chapter 16

Two by Two
Chapter 4


	In the eventual marriage of Vicky and Steve, the terms emotional
attachment had a very loose association with the O.E.D.  (Oxford English
Dictionary.)
	Steve could not change his nature overnight and he remained what he
had been since his teens.  That is socially inept, coldly logical and
intolerant of those who wasted time with lightweight conversation.  Slowly
however, he came to recognise that his new partner, Vicky was infinitely
more 'damaged' than he was. He grew slowly to be patient and forbearing
with her as he recognised her mental injury.  Vicky on the other hand,
found herself hugely attracted to Steve but her brutal experiences as a
young girl left her cold and unresponsive in the bedroom.  She just could
not bring herself to let any man touch her.

Even a man like Steve, who had proved beyond doubt that he would never do
her any harm.

Their marriage was not a marriage of convenience, they each, within the
constraints and boundaries of their injured personalities, found themselves
attracted to each other.

They enjoyed each other's company and never tired of being with each other.
Often finding themselves happy to share their interests both at home, and
at work in their adjacent labs.

And always, there was Zac, the big friendly mutt who had been the catalyst
that sparked their relationship and then became the cement that secured it.

It was about a year into their marriage, that Vicky's clock started
ticking.  On vacation they grew even closer.  Their artistic interests were
similar so they were never bored when touring historic or scientific sites.
On this particular holiday, they had combined their vacation with a
scientific expedition into the wilderness.  There, Vicky gathered wild
animal specimens for her research whilst Steve collected plant samples for
investigation into medicinal properties.

It was probably the constant exposure to the wild, vernal fecundity around
her that eventually ignited Vicky's sublimal clock.  She was in her mid
thirties now and knew if she was ever to have a child then this was
probably her last chance.  When she returned from the vacation cum
expedition she went to see her gynaecologist.

"Well Professor Morgan, there's no medical reason why you cant have a
child.  I'm quite sure if you continue having sexual relations with your
husband Steven then eventually, you'll conceive."

Vicky did not mention her problems about her rape and left the consultation
in a depressed mood.  It was a Wednesday and she knew Steve would be
shopping for food.  It was a chore she found irksome and was more than
pleased to let Steve do.  She knew he would be in the hypermarket as she
arrived home.  She loathed returning to the empty apartment and steeled
herself as she opened the door.  Instead, she was greeted by an unexpected
rapturous welcome from Zac.

Steve had thoughtfully left Zac at home to greet her whilst he had gone to
collect some groceries.  She sighed wistfully.

Steve had come a long way from that cold unemotional automaton she had
first met and she felt guilty that she could not respond by improving her
own behaviour.  It was just that, well - the brutal rape had left her
scarred, forever.  She bent down to hug the dog.

'Good old Zac.'  She sighed, `always there, always faithful, always a good
friend.'  She slumped on the bed and started sobbing her heart out because
she just could not bring herself to make love to Steve.  Zac whined softly
and jumped on the bed to start licking her face in an attempt to cheer his
mistress up.

"Ah, if only it was you and not Steve that could give me a child.  Then all
my troubles would be over.  You with your beautiful eyes, alert ears and
wonderfully soft fur."

She found herself hugging Zac eagerly and her hand unconsciously wandered
to Zac's soft velvety sheath.  Zac let out a soft whimper and his penis
started to emerge responsively.  Vicky let out a soft gasp of surprise.

"What!  Don't tell me you find me attractive as well?" she giggled.

By way of reply, Zac scraped forward on his belly and she felt his penis
press hard against her fingers.

"Oh you sexy boy.  What you want is a wife."

Embarrassed by Zac's response, she withdrew her hand and Zac whimpered
again as he pushed his nose against her breasts.  It was obvious that Zac
needed relief.

Vicky reached across the bedside table and gathered some tissues then
gently squeezed Zac's cock until he exploded into the tissues and let out a
low growl of contentment.

He playfully nipped her shoulder then pressed up against her and lay still.
Vicky savoured his affection for about half an hour then rose from the bed
and dumped the tissues down the toilet.  She had only just cleared away all
the evidence when Steve returned home.

He dumped the groceries on the kitchen table and started to put them away
as Vicky prepared supper.  Over the table they chatted about the
consultation.

"So what did the `gynea' say?"  Asked Steve.

"There's nothing wrong physically.  I could conceive quite readily if only
I, -"

She fell silent and tears filled her eyes as she failed to finish the
sentence.  Steve wanted to hug her to him but Vicky stood from the table
and stumbled into the bedroom.

Steve knew her problems of course and silently continued eating.  It would
only compound her problems if he tried to somehow comfort her in the
bedroom.  It was hard enough for Vicky to let him sleep in the same bed!
If he tried to hug her and comfort her, she would only tense up and cringe
in habitual terror.  The rape had done permanent irreparable damage to
Vicky's psyche.  Steve cursed silently and only wished he could somehow
confront her high- school attacker.  He knew however that it was a hopeless
wish.  Instead, he crept up the stairs then silently opened the door and
encouraged Zac to join Vicky on the bed.  Despite his dysfunctional social
insensitivity, Steve had not failed to notice that Zac made Vicky happy and
relaxed.  It was almost as if she preferred dogs to men.  Zac whined, and
slid through the narrow gap to pad softly across the bedroom and join his
sobbing mistress.  That night, Steve slept in one of the spare bedrooms
unaware of what occurred across the landing.

As she lay sobbing on the bed, Vicky resolved to try and find some way of
addressing her morbid horror of men.  Eventually, she stopped sobbing and
undressed before stepping into the shower.  After slipping into a brand
knew peignoir and nightie she had purchased at the mall that same
afternoon, she crept across the landing and peeped in on Steve.  He was out
for the count and she slid silently alongside him to try and slowly address
her psychosis.  She thought if Steve was asleep, she could somehow take his
semen without him knowing.  Steve slept on as she gently investigated his
body and eventually managed to touch his penis.  Naturally, his penis
responded to her touch and became hard.

This sent a wave of revulsion though her and she tensed up yet again.

It was no good.  She just could not bring herself to do it.  With a heavy
heart, she slipped silently out of the bed and returned once more sobbing
silently to the main marital bed.

After she slid between the sheets, she felt Zac's warm soft fur slide onto
the bed and she inevitably found herself exploring Zac's body.  She found
the faithful dog to be no threat and eventually, one thing led to another.
As the distant campus bell faintly tolled the small hours, Vicky eventually
engaged physically with Zac.

For the first time since the rape, she managed to allow herself to be
penetrated.  She found Zac's approach disarmingly tender and gasped with
surprise when his narrow pointed organ finally inveigled itself into her
tense clamped vagina.  At other times it was almost impossible for her to
even enter herself with her own two fingers.  She felt as though she was
even trying to deny to herself the very existence of any opening between
her legs.  She could not even use tampons, such was the trauma associated
with penetration.

Now to her stunned surprise, she found that somehow, with his warm soft fur
and long sloppy tongue, Zac had unexpectedly managed to release her
vaginismal spasm.

Nervously she raised her butt and felt the inquisitive tip of Zac's penis
thread its way deeper into her traumatised core until his sheath fetched up
against her love lips.  She was stunned by her own courage and the total
lack of pain.  She wondered if Zac emitted some sort of pheromone that made
her more receptive.  She knew that these pheromones worked with the lower
orders of animals and wondered if there was something between her and Zac.

'No!' she scolded herself.  'There was no way her metabolism could respond
to Zac's even at the lowest sublimal level!  Still, her sex seemed to be
slipperier and more relaxed than ever since she been a teenager, before the
ra -, uurgh, she couldn't even bring herself to whisper the word.'  Perhaps
there was something, perhaps she should speak to Steve in the morning.'
She gave a low throaty sigh as he slowly started to piston.

Finally, Zac gave a low throaty whine and she felt his hot seed pumping
into her core.

'Perhaps, if she could use Zac to gradually bring her round to accepting
Steve, she might finally be able to complete the circle of her life and
conceive Steve's child.'  After Zac stopped pumping, she felt his knot
start to expand, but it was not painful.

He simply slid over her side then twisted around to face the door.

 Vicky grinned to herself in the dark, as she remained tied to Zac with his
penis hinged backwards and still lodged inside her.  She sighed with relief
that the whole experience had been one of pleasure and relief.  She had not
orgasmed of course, that was simply expecting too much, but she had at
least completed the act without any trauma.

Eventually she became tired of resting on her hands and knees so she slowly
lowered herself onto her side.  Zac whimpered a bit but eventually grasped
the idea and rolled over into the same posture.  This took any strain from
their union and made them both comfortable.  For almost an hour, Vicky
waited for Zac's knot to subside but she was surprised and secretly glad
that he chose to remain tied to her.  It made her feel safe and secure to
have her most vulnerable parts thus protected.  In this mood of contentment
and security she fell asleep.  Zac soon followed suit and they remained
tied all night.  It was a surprised Steve who found them still tied
together in the morning.  He was so shocked that he nearly dropped the tray
but he managed to place it silently on the bedside table.  As he turned to
creep silently away, he caught Zac's eyes following him.  His tail wagged
softly as his deep brown eyes followed Steve out through the door.  Vicky
twitched sleepily then squirmed licentiously as the thick wagging bushy
tail tickled her naked bum.  She awoke to find Zac still lodged firmly
within her and the breakfast tray beside her with the teapot still
steaming.

"Oh my God!"  She croaked with a sickening realisation that Steve must have
seen her tied to Zac.

Carefully she turned to look at Zac and gently tried to separate herself
from him.  His knot was still too large and she realised she was still
stuck.  She debated calling Steve to somehow help persuade the dog to
release her but eventually she managed to distract him away with a
delicious slice of bacon.  Zac sniffed the morsel and whined confusedly as
he tried to reach for it.  Vicky simply extended her arm further until Zac
had to release her to reach the bacon.  As Zac tugged and strained to reach
the titbit, Vicky felt her labia being dragged inside out by the knot
lodged inside her.  She tried several pelvic thrusts before finally
managing to twitch her crotch and force Zac's swollen organ out.  Her inner
and outer labia were pulled almost inside out until Zac's knot finally
dragged out of her scabbard and made a distinct plop as Zac lurched to
reach the bacon.  In seconds the meat was gone.

Vicky grunted with pain and winced as her sex lips slowly returned to their
normal configuration.  Gently, she explored her offended vagina and sighed
with relief when she learned there had been no tearing or ripping.  Her
actions attracted Zac again and he gently nosed into her secret places as
his soft sloppy tongue gently washed the pain away.  Vicky sagged with
pleasured relief then turned on her back to eat her breakfast while Zac
continued administering to her other need.

Suddenly, Vicky felt a strange warmth flooding through her body.  Slowly
she started to squirm as paroxysms of pleasure overwhelmed her.
Frantically she just managed to replace the coffee mug on the table before
a wave of lust overwhelmed her.

Desperately Vicky started to hump at Zac's nose as his tongue continued
lashing eagerly at the sensitive little nubbin that gave off such an
unusual but evocative scent.

Suddenly Vicky gave of a squeal of lust and collapsed exhausted on the bad.
Zac sensed his mistress's completion and stopped licking as he slithered up
alongside her and rested his head between her heaving breasts.  Her orgasm
had been so powerful that Steve heard her squeals from the kitchen
downstairs.

He was finishing his breakfast when a terrified Vicky emerged guiltily from
the bedroom and minced sensitively downstairs.  He peered over his coffee
mug as their eyes met and Vicky's gaze fell guiltily to the floor.

"Was that your first?"  He asked softly.

Vicky was stunned by her husband's sagacity.  'How could he possibly have
known?'  She wondered.  She tried to deny it.

"No.  I've orgasmed before!""

"Yes but not with someone else."

Vicky fell silent.  There was nothing she could say.  Steve had caught her
in flagrante-delicto with his best friend. Tears filled her eyes as she
waited for the hammer blow to fall, the demand for a divorce.  The silence
became unbearable and she looked up to see him still studying her.
Strangely, he was stroking Zac, an action that perplexed her.

"You can't blame him," she sobbed.  "Please don't punish him!  He's not to
blame.

Just blame me!"  She wailed.

"I'm not blaming either of you."  Replied Steve softly.

Vicky looked up again expecting to see menace accompanying the softly
spoken reply.  Instead she saw a soft single tear leaking from Steve's grey
eyes as he spoke again.

"I blame the bastard who raped you and so damaged you."

Vicky was stunned.  Her jaw sagged as she gaped stupidly at her husband.

"What!  You mean you forgive me?"

"I'm not sure about forgiveness, that will take time.  I'd be a fool to say
I'm not hurt by your actions, but I can't blame you; and I certainly can't
blame Zac.  He's just a dog.

It's instinct for him."

"I couldn't help it."  She sobbed.  "It just sort of happened.  I came to
your bed last night whilst you were asleep.  I thought of mounting you and
having sex but it didn't work.  I tried, oh how I tried but I just
couldn't.  When you became hard I just felt sick.  It's not you, it's me,
inside, I'm hopeless!  It's never going to work.  I so want your baby!"

"And I want yours."  Replied Steve.

Vicky's hand shook as she poured herself another coffee then held out the
shaking pot to Steve.  He gently steadied her trembling wrist with one hand
as he held the mug out with his other.  Vicky's heart thumped as she felt
his delicate tender touch.

"Yes please," he replied as he held out the mug.

It was the first act of normality since she had joined him at the table and
Vicky felt the tension inside her releasing.  The conversation was becoming
less tense.  She felt she was on safer ground.  She still felt overwhelming
guilt of course but things were becoming more rational, more productive.

"We could try insemination.  The gynea says I'm fully able to conceive."

"That seems a bit cold and insensitive."  Observed Steve.  "A baby should
be conceived in a proper emotional situation.  I don't like the idea of a
'Turkey baster' baby."

"Then it's a none-starter," wept Vicky.

"There are other ways."  Whispered Steve softly.

"Like what," replied Vicky nervously suspicious?  "I'm not sure yet.  I'll
have to have a long think about it.  Leave it with me while I run it past
my imagination."

Vicky felt a fricassee of excitement tingle through her bones.  From her
work she knew that Steve often came up with some of the most original and
sometimes most successful solutions to many of the problems that his
colleagues put to him.  If nothing else, Steve was imaginative and
creative.  That coupled with his medical skills, was what made him so
valuable to the university.  What Vicky didn't know was that Steve was
becoming sexually frustrated with his enforced celibacy.  He rose from the
table and bent over to kiss Vicky gently then lick the tear from her cheek.

"Don't worry, darling.  I'll see a way through this."

She pulled him down to her and hugged him tight as the dam burst.  Her
shoulders heaved as the sobs shook her frame and relieved tears poured down
her cheeks.  She followed him to the door and Her heart thumped as she
watched him mount his cycle.  Their new apartment was a couple of miles
from the university but there was a safe traffic free route that Steve used
to keep fit.  Vicky watched him pedal away with Zac loping easily beside
him.  Later she would ride that same route herself and then they would
return together after finishing up in the labs that night.  It was a
regular rhythm that had at last brought some normality and stability to
Vicky's frustrated existence.

A few days later, as they dined together, Steve broached his idea.

"I think I've discovered a way of giving you my baby."

Vicky's heart thumped nervously as the fork stopped midway from plate to
mouth.

The silence hung like a thick mantle until she finally responded.

"How?"

"Will you promise me you won't be disgusted?"

Vicky's heart missed a beat.  'What weird solution had he thought up?'  She
wondered.

"Try me," she mumbled nervously.

"Well, I know that you've got, uuhm, - problems with men," offered Steve
warily.

"Yee-es," replied Vicky cautiously.

"And you seem to manage to function with uuhm, - Zac."

Vicky nodded softly, wondering where it was all going.

"Well, if we could somehow introduce my sperm via Zac, then you should be
able to conceive."

The words tumbled from his lips as though Steve was dumping a heavy sack of
potatoes.  Vicky was stunned.  She began to wonder if Steve was some sort
of clairvoyant.

After a long thoughtful silence, she replied monosyllabically.

"How?"

"Well, as you know, Zac was used for organ rejection experiments and each
of the dog embryo was injected with human tissue DNA to make the organs
more acceptable."

"Yes," replied Jacky beginning to suspect the direction of Steve's
reasoning.

"Well I suppose you know that Zac's embryo was injected with my DNA."

"So?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll realise that there's a good chance that Zac's body
would accept an organ donation from me."

"What!  You mean swap cocks with Zac?"

"Uuhm no.  I wasn't thinking of that.  You've got a dirty mind.  But if we
transplanted one of my testicles into Zac's scrotum, then he would start
ejaculating my sperm as well as his own."  I wouldn't miss one testicle, as
I would still be producing testosterone from the other.

Vicky's jaw dropped at the simplicity of Steve's idea.

"Good God!  Why didn't we think of this before?"

"We weren't desperate for a baby before."

"Do you think it could be done?"

By way of an answer, Steve carefully pulled up his shirt and peeled down
his pants.

Carefully he spread his pubic hair until Vicky noticed a strange little
stripe of light tawny hair.

"What's that?"

"It's a skin graft from Zac.  Do you remember those experiments to make
compatible organ tissue?"

Vicky gasped as she realised the implications.

"My God! Zac!  Of course!  You and your student volunteered tissue
material."

"Exactly.  Zac and I are already genetically compatible.  This bit of fur
confirms it."

Vicky couldn't resist kneeling down and fingering the soft furry strip.

"My God!  It really is Zac's fur!  You are compatible!"

"Exactly.  He should easily accept one of my testicles to replace one of
his.  If he retains the other testicle then that will provide him with the
correct dosage and type of hormones to keep him healthy."

Vicky stood up and hugged her husband.

"This could really work but who will do the surgery?"

"I was thinking you could.  You're more than competent.  I've seen your
work."

"It's not ethical for a doctor to operate on a family member."

"It's not ethical for a vet to operate on a human.  Who's to know?"

Vicky chuckled.  She had never realised Steve had a rebellious unorthodox
side.

"I'd have no trouble with Zac but I'm not too sure about you."

"Oh come on Vicky!  It's not rocket science!  A human testicle is little
different from a dog's testicle.  We're both mammals for God's sake!  I
thought you wanted this baby?  Any way, if I only took a local I could be
conscious while you did it.  I could guide you if you really were that
unsure."

Vicky stood silently considering the idea then finally agreed.

"O.K, then.  When shall we do it?"

"Soon as possible."

"Yes but I think you'd better have a general anaesthetic I am quite capable
of doing both procedures simultaneously."

Steve frowned thoughtfully.

"No That's too risky.  There's more danger from the general anaesthetic
than the minor surgery.  I'd prefer to be conscious.  Just give me a
local."

"OK.  Is there anything else you want, bushy tail, alert ears, nice big
teeth?"

"Don't be cheeky Miss Riding Hood," he grinned as he pinched her bum.

She turned to scold him but fell into his embrace.  She tensed for a moment
then steeled herself for the few seconds that he held her.  He noticed the
tension and released her like a red-hot coal as he shook his head.  She
still had problems with intimacy and men.

Even a simple affectionate hug, sent cold shivers through her body.  There
was no way, Vicky was ever going to endure sex with a man; - any man.  He
looked into her tearful eyes and sighed.

"This transplant is going to be the only way of you ever having my baby
unless you use a turkey baster."

"Uurgh.  You make it sound horrible."

"I feel that it is.  It makes it too mechanical and impersonal."

Vicky felt forced to agree.  She nodded her head in silence as she
contemplated conceiving Steve's genetic child from Zac.  The idea sent a
warm glow through her loins and she squeezed her thighs secretively.  Her
action was not as secret as she thought.  Steve noticed her tense her
thighs but he remained silent.  Vicky had enough problems without him
drawing attention to her zooerotic affections for Zac.  He felt he would
have been a hypocrite to make an issue of her deviant sexuality.  After the
traumatic rape of her childhood, it was an unusual but not totally
unexpected outcome.  He felt sorry for Vicky and was determined to
accommodate her desires whilst accepting her phsychosis.