Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 10:25:59 +0100
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon Chapter 9
Despite my having only brought forth my puppies that
same morning, I felt the old familiar twinge of lust stir
in my loins. I squeezed my thighs together and
squirmed slightly as I felt Betty's arm reach around my
naked waist. The huge bump of course, had gone, but I
was still swollen from my pregnancy and Betty gently
kissed my stomach as she whispered reassuringly.
"It won't take long for this tummy to go down. Do
some light exercises every day and it will soon tighten
up. When you are feeling up to it, you can join us
in the park again."
I lay silent and still as Betty's lips investigated
my lower nipples. I twitched then whimpered
nervously as her ministrations sent shafts of pleasure
sizzling down to my core. Billy whined and sprang
easily onto the bed to stand bestride me as he sniffed
Betty's face close to my bitch pussy. Betty recognised
his threat but being a vet she was well versed in animal
psychology. Billy was only defending his mate, - his
Alpha bitch.
To reassure him, Betty slid off the bed then unbuttoned
her skirt and stepped out of it. Then, with no more
ado, she slipped off her panties and tights and knelt
upon our bed again. She leant forward on all fours and
presented her pussy for Billy's inspection. Billy's
ears pricked up as he caught her delicate scent and he
nosed forward to sniff her exposed cleft.
Betty was now exactly the same as me. Her
lower parts were bare and only her silky blouse covered
her girly breasts. Finally Billy completed his
investigation of her genitalia and satisfied himself that
there was nothing there to compete with his cock for my
services. His eyes softened and the raised hairs on
his hackles settled back again as he wagged his tail with
evident satisfaction.
Then the dawning realisation struck me. Betty
was into animals! Her familiarity and ease around
Billy was a giveaway. She was just too familiar
and relaxed around him. It was more than just a
companionship, pet thing. She knew exactly how to
keep Billy sweet. He was after all a powerful
dangerous animal when roused but, by exposing her
vulnerable parts and 'presenting' her butt, Betty had
readily identified herself as just another submissive
bitch in Billy's pack.
Betty obviously knew all about pack behaviour and
dog psychology. Her vetinary qualifications and
training were simply a brilliant ploy to conceal her
sexual interests whilst providing ample opportunities to
satisfy her own needs.
My business partner Jack must have had an inkling of
this and that was why he knew I could trust Betty. I
sagged with relief as Betty's eyes caught mine. I
quickly recognised her message. Betty could never
blackmail me. We were in the same boat!
A single tiny tear had escaped down her
cheek as she nodded her secret confession.
"Can I share him?" She whispered. "I really do
love animals."
I swallowed nervously. Betty's confession had
thrown me completely.
'Was she really into animals that much?' I asked
myself.
I mean; it was not like my situation, I considered
my case to be different! I had unwittingly become
Billy's partner by force of circumstance. My
overwhelming transsexual condition and subsequent surgery
had unexpectedly precipitated my bitch condition.
I had become Billy's mate through 'force majeur'. My
new hormones now dictated my bodily responses. I
had I no way of stopping the bitch parts inside me from
making me behave exactly like a bitch. I was what I
had become and I was now a slave to my bitch-hood.
Betty's attraction seemed altogether somehow less
wholesome. After all Betty had a free will in this, she
was completely human. I felt that I had not; those
all-important parts of me, - the parts that directed my
sexuality, were utterly and completely bitch!
I lay thinking about it as Billy became more excited
and expressed an even greater interest in Betty. He
buried his nose deep into her receptive cleft then licked
feverishly as he whined knowingly and finally gave her
butt a gentle nip. Billy gave a little yelp of
submission and her jaw dropped in wanton, submissive
lust.
I recognised Billy's actions. They were exactly
the same as how he had treated me. Betty's body started
to thrust unconsciously back and forth and her butt rose
invitingly as Billy pranced eagerly awaiting my consent.
It was obvious she had been in this situation before.
She wagged her delicious butt to Billy and looked
hopefully over her shoulder. Billy sniffed her
urgently then whined again as a tiny white jewel of sperm
leaked from his organ.
Betty turned beseechingly to me.
"He wants to do it! Look! You're his alpha
bitch and he's waiting for a response from you. He
wants your permission. Will you let him take me?
Pleease!" She begged.
"Is this really right Betty?" I asked uncertainly.
"Some people would call it animal abuse."
"Why d'you think that? You do it with him. He
wants to do it with me. He is not hurt by it, so
where's the harm? It's strictly private and it affects
nobody else. Stop teasing me!"
"But it's different for me. There are bitch parts
inside me that drive me to do it. I can't help it!" I
argued. "With you it's sort of different; what about
your vetinary vows and stuff?"
"This is about me and my body, not my professional
position. I like dogs and I can't stand men! I've
got needs just like you," She pleaded. " Please will you
let us do it?"
"But I thought you liked women. What about your
jogging partner, what's her name, Jacky? She would be
terribly hurt of she found out."
"She's not my partner. She's only a friend and
business partner. She's my vetinary nurse and we go
jogging together. We share an apartment but we
don't have a relationship. People think we do but we
don't. It suits us to let people think were
partners. It puts them off. Our relationship is a
bit like yours and Jacks."
"It's not quite the same," I protested, "Jack is my
doctor. He knows all about me. With you and Jacky I
have to be sure. Are you sure your not lovers?" I
pressed. "I don't want to be blamed for the end of a
beautiful friendship. I've seen you together in the
club. You seem close enough to me when you are dancing
together."
"That's for protection and it keeps the bar flies
away. Jacky's been through a tough time. Her family
were real Bible-Belt puritans and her sexuality got her
into really bad stuff with them. She's been there just
like you and me. Why d'you think people like us
gravitate to the village?"
I knew the answer to that one perfectly. It was
mainly for protection and companionship. The village
now encompassed several old city blocks and its slummy
reputation was rapidly disappearing.
Property prises were rising as more gays, lesbians
and other dysphorics like myself sought shelter inside
its precincts. The village was becoming re-populated
so quickly that there was even talk of re-opening the old
derelict police station.
I considered Betty's words and tried to place myself
in her shoes. The old childhood memories came
drifting back and I shuddered nervously.
'Yes' I thought. 'Betty and Jacky had
probably both walked the walk, albeit down different
paths.' I finally capitulated and decided to let her
enjoy Billy's services.
"OK then. You can do it. But don't abuse him
or hurt him."
"Oh thanks! As if I'd hurt such a lovely dog!
He's fantastic."
She smiled eagerly as she manoeuvred her butt
towards Billy again and I grinned knowingly.
"You don't have to do it doggy style you know. He
can do it that way but if you really want to enjoy him,
you can do it missionary style."
"What?" Gasped Betty as surprised delight spread a
wide smile across her beautiful features. "You mean he
does it like us humans?"
"Yes. I trained him to serve me so that I can
enjoy our sex together. He's got it off to a tee.
Just turn over and part your legs, he knows exactly what
to do."
Betty immediately lowered herself from the
conventional, (for Billy that is,) doggy style posture
and turned to lie on her back. She parted her graceful
thighs and I stroked her stiffening nipples gently as I
whispered encouragement to Billy.
"Come on boy, 'go to it'." This was the
expression I always used to initiate our sex and Billy
fully understood the request. His ears pricked up
eagerly as he sniffed Betty's pussy for the final time.
Once more he whined then butted his huge forward to
lick my face as he shuffled his body forward. Betty
peered appreciatively at his rigid sex and manoeuvred her
pussy receptively to commence the act with Betty.
By letting Billy lick my face I was expressing my
permission for him to screw another bitch in the pack.
I was the Alpha bitch and the only one that could breed.
As he continued licking my face, I gently tugged his
collar and brought our heads together next to Betty's.
Then I encouraged Billy to transfer his licking from my
face to Betty's.
"Don't worry," I whispered to Betty, "I keep him
scrupulously house-trained and he behaves impeccably and
never goes near any dog shit. He always showers with
me after we've been out and he's got his own special
drying cubicle in the bathroom. I'll tell you all
about it after. There is absolutely no risk of
toxicaris-canis or any other worms or diseases." He's
absolutely clean."
I felt Betty relax. As a vet she knew all about
the dangers of letting an unknown dog lick her face.
As I lay beside them encouraging the pair, Billy
eagerly transferred his long tongue to Betty's nipples
and she gasped as her arousal intensified. Eagerly
she wiggled her hips one last time to locate Billy's
organ then she twitched salaciously as she finally felt
the hard tapered point contact her labia. There was a
soft squishy 'plop' and Betty 'yelped' with pleasure.
"Ooohh! That's nice! I've got him. He's
there." She grunted eagerly.
"Let him do the work." I whispered as our own lips
met. "He knows exactly what to do."
Betty wrapped her arms around both Billy and me as
we consummated our new troilistic relationship.
As I lay on my side snogging Betty, I gently nudged
her leg with my knee to wrap her long shapely legs around
Billy's powerful rump. Then I inveigled her toes into
Billy's thick glossy wagging tail. The sensation of
thick fur heightened her zooerotic engagement and Betty
started humping eagerly as Billy forged a new bond with
the second bitch in his pack.
Finally Betty let out a little yelping squeak as she
orgasmed and collapsed languidly under her new lover.
Billy also reached his climax and Betty let out a whoosh
of air as he collapsed onto her chest.
"Ooof! He's heavy!" She gasped as she struggled to
free herself.
"Don't move. If he's done what he normally does,
he's expanded his knot and you're now tied together."
Betty grinned knowingly.
"For God's sake Bev, I am a vet you know. I can
feel it down there. Don't forget, I've got a proper
woman's cunt. It's bigger than your little bitch hole.
The knot isn't so tight."
So saying, she wriggled again but Billy simply sat
up again and lodged his cock deeper. Simultaneously,
he expanded his knot further and Betty let out a squeak
of surprise as she found herself tied tightly to him.
There was now no escape as she groaned her submission.
"Oooh, My God. How does he do that? It's huge.
I can't move it!"
"He's learned a few tricks," I grinned. "You'll
be tied like that for at least half an hour. Longer
still if he feels threatened."
"Shit! I've got an evening surgery in an hour."
"Well then you had better lie still and demonstrate
your submission. You're his bitch now, you're one of
his pack."
Betty's face reddened with embarrassment as she
concluded that her new lover certainly had her where he
wanted her. There was nothing she could do to escape
the bonding. I kissed her again then demonstrated how
to make Billy move gently onto his side to ease his
weight of her chest. Betty sighed with relief as her
position became comfortable and her breathing became
easier. I eased myself off the bed and offered to
make some coffee.
" Oh yes please, and some cookies if you've got
any," she replied hungrily. "It's hungry work this sex
stuff!"
I smiled to myself as I pictured Betty munching
cookies and sipping coffee whilst Billy lay tightly tied
inside her.
I took longer than usual with the coffee as I looked
in on my puppies then I returned with a tray piled high
with cookies.
Betty still had nearly quarter of an hour to wait
before Billy released her so she took a biscuit and
opened her mouth to bite it. She never got a chance
before Billy seized it in his teeth and wolfed down the
titbit.
"Hey! You greedy thing," scolded Betty. "That
was mine."
"The secret is to give him one then eat your own
while he is busy. He's the boss don't forget"
Betty grinned and held another cookie out for Billy
to take. As he lurched forward to take it, Betty got
another pleasant thrust into her pussy and she gasped
with pleasure.
"Ooh, mmm. That's nice! This is much better
than getting him to beg!"
I giggled and gave her nipples one last final
soft caress before dressing. Eventually I heard Betty
give a grunt of pleasure-pain as Billy released her.
She appeared naked and walking a little gingerly as she
minced into the living room. Her face carried an
expression of utter contentment and her eyes sparkled as
Billy padded close by her side. Her gait betrayed her
sensitivity though as she held her knees tightly
together.
"Are you sore?" I asked.
"Only a little. Fortunately I took your tip and
didn't struggle. If you lie submissively and quietly,
he doesn't hurt."
"Teach your Grandmother." I replied over my
shoulder. "Are you going to stay and watch me feed the
pups?"
"I'd love to but I haven't time. Tomorrow evening
I'll be round. I'll re-schedule my surgery"
With that we embraced then separated as Betty minced
sensitively out and I turned to feeding my puppies.
I now had time to develop a routine with my babies.
I placed the nursing basket on a low stand beside the bed
within easy reach then I lay on my side with all my
clothes off. Firstly I selected the nine little girls
and arranged them on my nipples thus leaving one girly
nipple free. The pups started to suckle greedily then
I unexpectedly felt my spare girly nipple begin to feel
tight. I realised my milk was beginning to let down in
all my tits. This was obviously a bitch response.
After several minutes, the breast began to feel
uncomfortable and I wondered how to relieve it. The
milk started to leak down my breast and I hadn't put any
tissues handy. The complication was an obvious result
of having multiple nipples and bitch responses. As the
milk trickled down my breast I cursed and tried to
extricate the pups. It was too difficult. Every time
I tried to remove one pup the others sensed the threat to
their feeding. They latched on even tighter to my
nipples and hurt them. I was condemned to lie still
until they were fed.
'What was I going to do with the escaping milk?' I
wondered.
Fortunately, a very interested and greedy father
solved my problems. He must have smelt the excess milk
and ambled across the bedroom to investigate the source
of the delicious scent. Gently he sniffed the
sticky trickle then started to lick it eagerly. I
gasped with pleasure as his tongue rasped gently on my
nipple then I sagged as the sensations sent spasms of
delight to the main source of my pleasure. Billy
whined softly but had the sense to remain standing beside
the bed so as not to crush his children.
Eventually, all the little girls were fed and they
flopped backwards to fall asleep. It was now the boy's
turn. Fortunately, the milk build up had been
relieved so there was no more pressure. No more milk
escaped my tits, it only secreted, if they sucked.
The boy pups simply had to divide their time between
the eight bitch nipples. This however, still left milk
in my girly tits. We solved this by me suckling one
of my nipples as I gently instructed Billy how to suckle
the other without biting me with his huge teeth. He was
quick to learn and for the rest of the weaning period
with the pups, my suckling techniques developed in to
variants of this strategy until the pups were weaned.