Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2003 15:46:53 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two.   Chapter 4.

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.