Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 21:00:08 -0000
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon 6

     I woke the next morning shocked to find my
partner still embedded within me.
     'Heck!'   I asked myself.    'Did this stud
ever get soft?'
     As I stirred so did Billy.    He slept
exactly like the old welsh sleep dogs.   One eye
open; one eye shut.     Now I was awake, he
responded accordingly.   Not many women can
honestly wake up to find their lover's dick
still engaged and ready to resume lovemaking.
This is how it was for me.    Once again we
shared our trip to paradise and it was mid
Monday morning before we finally separated.
This time it was fairly painless and I was
pleasantly surprised to find I was not at all
sore.   Billy was obviously hungry and ignoring
me as he busily finished his breakfast.

     Ruefully, I examined my ripped panties then
threw them to Billy as a token of our union.
He played with them excitedly then ran outside
to bury them like any other trophy bone.    I
realised that from now on, I would have to sleep
knickerless or suffer the indignity of having my
panties ripped off me whenever we indulged.
     I was really pleased that my cunt felt OK
despite the several reamings I had enjoyed.
     'Bitch cunts were obviously used to plenty
of sex' I concluded happily as I prepared a huge
breakfast with an extra portion for Billy.     I
was starving after so much fun and I reckoned
that Billy was just as hungry.
     Billy returned from the garden and wolfed
down his extra portion of ham and eggs followed
by an extra bowl of milk.    It seemed crass of
me not to share the same food with my lover when
we shared the same bed.
     Finally I was dressed and ready to start
work.    Downstairs, I met Jack who smiled as he
remarked.
     "Well you look smashing!   There's a real
sparkle in your eye today.   Late nights must
suite you."
     I smiled enigmatically and my heart sang as
I whizzed through my chores.   Billy just lay
languorously on one of the sofas and watched me
like a lord watching his lady.
     When I went outside, I found him close to
heel and soon realised why.     I was still
menstruating and every dog in the neighbourhood
could tell.   Within minutes of my stepping
outside, the sidewalk was alive with hopefuls
sniffing my groin and trying their luck.
Billy savagely established his dominance over
the other dogs and I retreated inside to escape
the hue and cry.    Fortunately nobody noticed
the hullabaloo and I hid my embarrassment as
Billy took up station by the main door.    I was
a prisoner of my body and it's cycles.
     This situation continued for over a week
and began to wonder why.   Normally a woman's
period only lasted about five days or so but my
situation seemed to go on forever.   There was
no discomfort, and I was grateful for that.
There was very little flow and a single sanitary
napkin could have normally lasted for a week if
I had not showered several times per day.
I changed it whenever I showered.   Usually this
meant about two or three times a day, depending
on what I had been doing.   Each time I showered
I liberally scented my bitch parts with
expensive perfumes but there was no hiding my
condition.    The dogs could detect my
pheromones and bitch scents half a block away
even though I showered three times and changed
clothes four times each day.
     I was giving off pheromones like crazy and
nobody knew that better than Billy.    There was
no hope of a jog in the park; I would have
attracted every dog for miles.     Of course the
up side was the fantastic sex with my partner
and my heightened state of horniness.
     After nearly a fortnight however, I began
to get worried.    I drove to the library in the
safety of my car with Billy beside me.   There I
read up on dog physiology.     It appeared that
a bitch could continue in heat for over two
weeks but I learned something much worse.
     Since my ascent into womanhood I had
studied women's physiology closely.    I had
presumed that being a woman, I could not get
pregnant during my periods.    I had heard of
women being horny during their periods and I had
presumed I was one of those types of women.
As I read the veterinary manuals my pulse
weakened and I began to feel faint.
     It appeared that humans were the only
higher mammals to actually become receptive
between their cycles.    Dogs, horses, cattle,
sheep and nearly all the other higher mammals
became receptive during their cycles.     Like
some ignorant virgin juvenile, I had been
indulging in constant sex throughout the whole
of my fertile period.    I should have realized
that was why I was so horny.    A bitch came
into season during her menstrual cycle!
     If I could get pregnant, then I bloody well
was!
     Sex, four times daily in a hurricane of
lust for the past ten days had almost certainly
put me in the club.    As I sat numbly staring
at the wall I wondered how I could check.
     I slipped into the library caf‚ and drank a
strong coffee to steady my nerves then, with
Billy walking close to heel, I bought a
pregnancy testing kit at the pharmacy across the
street.    Once home I ran the test and paced
nervously up and down the apartment until the
test had run its course.   One glance confirmed
that I was pregnant to Billy.    It could only
be him for I had not had sex with anybody else.
The doctor's warning about sex with dogs now
rung like the doomsday bell in my ears.
     I did not know whether to laugh or cry!
     My eyes fell upon the beautiful, pedigree
Alsatian father and I wondered if he knew.    I
studied his wonderfully proud head and
magnificent posture and began to get excited.
I also recalled the Alsatian pedigree of the
puppy who had donated her parts to me and I
found myself trying to imagine my own puppies.
They would be Alsatians as well.
     Cautiously, I felt my tummy but there no
signs and I smiled to myself.
     'Two months to go yet, you silly goose,' I
told myself, then I corrected myself 'No, two
months you silly bitch!'
     I wondered if I would begin to 'show'.
After all, real bitches did not seem to show
much, just a sort of general thickening around
the belly, almost like putting on weight.    On
the other hand, human pregnancy was nearly
always obvious.     A woman's bump always
preceded her to advertise her condition.      I
secretly began to fantasise about having a bump.
Then I scolded myself for being stupid.
Everybody would think I was expecting a baby,
not puppies!        I realized I would have to
hide my condition and fell to wondering how I
would cover a prominent bump.      My pelvis was
that of a woman's so I would naturally carry
fetuses like any other woman.   I was bound to
make some sort of a show!       Furthermore I
did not know how many puppies I would have.
Half a dozen puppies would easily equal a single
human foetus.
     Then I shuddered.   I had heard of some
dogs having up to twelve puppies or even more!
     'Hell!' I cursed silently, 'I could be
huge!'
     I considered having an abortion but any
gynaecologist would immediately ask questions
when he pulled a litter of dead pups from my
womb.
     I did not want to let Jack know at this
stage either.
     Medical help was therefore out of the
question unless I went back to Africa.    I
could not afford that though.   I had invested
what little savings I had in the club.    The
alternative was veterinary help but that would
expose my secret as well.    There was no way
out!    That damned dog had got me pregnant!
      The only consolation was that they would
be small and I should have little trouble during
parturition.    Human women needed a wide pelvis
and uterus to pass the large human baby's head.
Thanks to the hormone blockers during my time in
the psychiatric unit and the later natural
hormones supplied by my bitch implants before
the end of my puberty, I now had a splendid pair
of childbearing hips.    Male eyes regularly
turned when I worked in the club during the
evenings.
     I slumped upon the bed and self-consciously
felt my tummy as Billy eagerly shuffled across
and tried to mount me again.
     "Not now boy," I giggled.         "I'll
have to take it easy.    You're a daddy now and
you'll have to take your responsibilities
seriously!"
     I clamped my thighs together and his ears
pricked up curiously.    Obviously he was
wondering why I was denying him his rights.   He
whined softly then sniffed inquisitively at my
panties.   His damp nose pressed against my
trigger button and I gasped helplessly as my
legs started to part automatically.    It seemed
that the bitch in me still had complete control.
Billy then surprised me.    He whined again then
yelped softly as his tail started to wag
furiously.
     'Did he know?'  I asked myself.
     I concluded he must have known.    His nose
told him much more about my condition than I
would ever know.   Apart from a wonderful sense
of smell, I concluded that dogs had some sort of
extrasensory ability.
     'Probably my scent or pheromones or
something,' I concluded.
     Whatever it was, Billy certainly knew
something.    Instead of straddling me and
domineering me to make me submissive and
receptive, he crawled beside me and rested his
soft damp nose on my tummy. I twitched
involuntarily as the cold damp nose tickled my
tummy and he whined inquisitively.   Unable to
resist his beautiful expression and big brown
eyes, I reached forward and softly stroked his
head as I spoke again.
     "Yes.   You're going to be a daddy!"

     He squirmed knowingly and any reservations
I might have had, finally melted inside me.
     As all resistance to his advances faded, I
gently rolled sideways and passed one leg over
him as I arranged myself into what had become
our normal copulation position.   Billy gave a
long low whine as he realised what was being
offered and his rod soon began to emerge from
its sheath.      Eagerly I thrust my hips
against him and manoeuvred myself onto his
exciting organ.
     This time however, he was much gentler.
I did not know if it was because I appeared to
no longer be on heat and so his urges were
suppressed or he perhaps understood my delicate
condition.     Whatever it was, Billy was much
less forceful as I indulged my needs.    I did
feel him orgasm, and his knot tied us together
again but he seemed much more languorous after
the deed.    Gratefully, I remained tied to him
and curled up between his paws as we fell
asleep.
     A loud knocking on the apartment door woke
us both.
     "Who is it?"  I mumbled.
     "Jack.   Who do you think?    It's nearly
eleven.   Are you O.K?"
     Billy gave a low growl but I pressed my
lips to his to silence him and his big sloppy
tongue gave me a delicious lick.
     "Shhh darling," I whispered as I gently
tried to disengage us and reply to Jack through
the locked door.
     "Yes, I'm fine.    Give me a few minutes.
I'll be down."
     "It's not like you to be late.   I'll see
you down there."
     "O.K." I replied as Billy whined softly
again.
     I squirmed again but Billy's knot had
swollen quickly and I was now tied to him
helplessly.   It seemed that Jack's voice had
presented a threat and Billy could expand his
knot at will.
     'Perhaps he had learned this little trick
since living with me', I concluded.   My human
libido coupled with my continual urge for bitch
sex had precipitated some changes in Billy.
He must have somehow realized that if I was not
regularly serviced, I could stray.
     Whatever the reason, I was now tied to him
again, and my promise of 'a few minutes' was
impossible.    Billy's knot invariably took a
good thirty minutes to soften so I was stuck and
no mistake.   The only way to soften Billy's
knot was to bring him to orgasm.    This I did
with enthusiasm driven by my promise to Jack.
     Once again we orgasmed together and I
revelled in our new relationship.    Even if
Billy was the dominant partner, I at least could
train him to service me properly.    Our sex was
becoming fantastic!   Sadly however, I knew we
had to part soon or Jack would be worried.
After our orgasm, I remained cuddled to Billy
until I finally felt his knot begin to shrink
slightly.     Thinking I could seize my chance,
I carefully tried to ease myself off Billy's
knot but it was still too swollen.     Whatever
I did, I was forced to wait until Billy was good
and ready.     He recognized my attempt to
separate us and immediately re-expanded his
knot.     It was a clear message that I was his
and he was in charge.    I resigned myself to
waiting and eventually I felt his knot shrink.
This time I waited long enough to convince Billy
that I was his obedient bitch and eventually he
slipped his organ out of me and padded towards
the bathroom door.    He turned to look
expectantly at me and I wondered what he wanted.
Then he whined softly but I still couldn't get
it.   Eventually he growled and I sensed his
threat.     Obediently, I opened it and he went
straight to the pan to relieve himself.
     I was stunned!     He simply stood sideways
to the pan, cocked his leg and jammed his cock
under the toilet seat then urinated casually
into the pan.  The seat held his penis down so
that he did not even splash as he relieved
himself.    I was amazed and bent down to praise
him gratefully.  Here was a truly thoughtful
partner who even kept the toilet clean!
Billy gave me a sloppy lick then sat down to
watch as I sat to relieve myself.   There were
no secrets between us now.    I made a show of
wiping myself then flushed the pan and he peered
curiously as my waste sluiced away.      He gave
an excited little bark then cocked his
intelligent eyes at me and nuzzled the handle
inquisitively.
     "Do you want to go?"  I giggled.
     This was my usual question when he wanted
to go and do his business outside but I began to
suspect he was thinking something else.     He
gave another excited little bark and wagged his
tail eagerly as the cistern finished filling and
the water sounds fell silent.           Gently I
depressed it again with his nose and he got the
idea.   The water flushed again and he stood
watching it curiously.   As I washed my hands, I
was grateful he did not try to drink it.
Instead he surprised me further and scrambled
onto the pan to crouch and defecate himself with
all the aplomb of a seasoned user.   My jaw fell
to the floor as I watched dumbstruck with happy
amazement.   Then I seized my opportunity to
reinforce his training.

     "Good boy!"   I praised as I hugged him
affectionately.      "Very good boy!   Mummy get
you a present!"
     Billy knew these expressions well and he
slipped off the pan to follow me to the kitchen.
I took a piece of prime beef from the fridge and
held it up for him to sniff then I had another
idea.
     "Go flush the toilet boy."  I instructed.
     He looked at me puzzled so I led him back
to the toilet and attached his powerful jaws to
the cistern handle.   Repeating the word `flush'
several times, I gently I forced his muzzle down
until the cistern flushed again and I praised
him again.   He whined eagerly and I reinforced
my praise with more hugs and the steak.
     "Good boy, flush the toilet.   Good Boy!"
     He watched his own waste disappear then
yelped happily and wolfed down the meat.   He
was obviously getting the idea!
     Next he joined me in the shower and I
lathered him affectionately before shampooing my
whole body as well.   I had bought a new doggy
shampoo that did not sting his eyes and it was
obvious that he appreciated this development.
Next I washed myself with my own shampoo and he
snuffled disgustedly as the splashes stung his
eyes.     Then we made a game of rinsing down as
he snapped happily every time the nozzle jet
came near his jaws.    Fortunately it was a
large shower with plenty of room to share with
Billy so I kept him in the shower as I dried him
with my hair dryer.    I was setting our hygiene
standards early if Billy was to share my life so
intimately.    It was long gone twelve when I
finally emerged down stairs.   Jack looked at me
and wagged his head knowingly.
     "Good night last night?"    He asked.
     I smiled enigmatically and turned to serve
a customer.    Jack smiled knowingly and
returned to the office.   Billy had taken up his
usual station on the sofa nearest the door.    I
knew it was to keep other dogs at bay for I was
still giving off the signals.   My secret parts
became damp as I considered the messages my body
was giving to all the neighbouring dogs.