Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 23:10:13 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two.    Chapters 6

Two by Two
Chapter 6.


     Eight months later, Vicky noticed Zeta beginning to
thicken around the middle.    Being a vet, she gently
palpitated Zeta's tummy and confirmed her suspicions.
Vicky had long since known that she was pregnant to Zac.
In fact, she was eight months gone with triplets and
already enjoying maternity leave.   Vicky had been
wondering for months, why Zeta had not become pregnant
then she began to have suspicions.
     'Perhaps Zeta was affected by some sort of
pheromones that established her 'Beta' status.'
     In the normal pack structure only the Alpha bitch
could breed, unless food conditions were abundant and
there was ample space for rapid expansion of the pack.
Then sometimes, the 'Beta' pair could raise a litter.
Zeta must have somehow responded to the pheromone
structure in their exotic family arrangement and
suspended conception until the 'Alpha' bitch was ready to
deliver.   Vicky hugged herself with excitement as she
studied the daily series of frozen urine and blood
samples she had gathered from all four of them during her
pregnancy.     When she returned to work, the samples
would provide an excellent opportunity to study
pheromonal effects on canine pack behaviour.      She
admitted to herself that the pollutant human pheromones
would make the research technically invalid, but the
circumstances would still form an excellent basis for
formulating a more certain theory for one of her
doctorate students to research a degree.   By conducting
her own private research on the family samples, Vicky
would be able to provide a PhD.' student with an
excellent starter hypothesis.
     Vicky hugged herself when she realised that Zeta and
she would probably deliver within days if not hours, of
each other.    That very minute, she took two further
blood samples from herself and Zeta.    After studying
the final samples under her microscope, she stopped
running the samples.     The stress of taking further
samples might upset Zeta's pregnancy and now that she was
pregnant, the pheromone behavioural question was no
longer an issue.
     She then bundled both dogs into the car and drove to
the college where she met Steve in the labs.     There
she broke the news.    Steve let out a whoop of joy and
hugged Vicky tightly.     Everything was working out O.K.
     "Hey, steady on darling," giggled Vicky as Steve
hugged her tightly.      "I'm in a very delicate
condition now.     You and Zac are going to have to treat
both of us girls much more tenderly."
     "How far gone is Zeta," demanded Steve eagerly.
     "About a month or maybe a bit more, I've suspected
it for a week but I wanted to wait until I could be
certain.    She'll be having her puppies at about the
same time as our triplets.      I thought you'd have
noticed what with you sleeping with her every night.
She's grown quite plump."
     "I'm a doctor, not a vet."
     "Well you'd better not indulge in any relations from
now on.   I'm not sure how she'll be affected.    Bitches
don't usually have sex morning, noon and night.     It
might cause her puppies to abort if she continues having
sex at that rate."
     Steve nodded dejectedly.     He had been enjoying
excellent sex with Zeta so to forego it until after the
birth of the puppies would be a real sacrifice.
'Still', he thought, 'better than causing any harm to the
puppies.'
     Vicky kissed him for being so agreeable.
     "By the way, I'm going for a final scan on our
triplets next week.    It'll be the last one.    D'you
want to come?"
     "Yes, of course.     Make it Wednesday then we can
all come along."
     Vicky reached out and kissed Steve as she whispered
affectionately.
     "I already have.    Did you think I wanted you to
miss it?"
     "D'you think the doggy factor is what caused you to
have triplets?" wondered Steve aloud.   "You know,
multiple births and all that."
     "It might be.    There's no history of twins or
triplets in either of our families," observed Vicky.
     This led the conversation around to the effects of
pheromones and they inevitable fell to discussing Vicky's
pheromone theory.     Next they discussed any potential
commercial or medical development and listed some likely
PhD students who might be suitable to research any
findings that Vicky made.   They talked into late evening
before Steve drove them home.    Vicky had grown huge
carrying the triplets and the day had worn her out.
     A month later, everything fell neatly into place.
Vicky and Zeta had their babies without any
complications.     The triplets turned out to be
identical twin girls and a boy whilst Zeta had five of
the prettiest puppies imaginable.     Vicky and Steve
were ecstatic.
     "A complete family at one single stroke," he grinned
as he held all three babies in his arms.
     By this time, Vicky was too exhausted to say or do
anything.     Immediately after delivering the babies,
she fed them briefly then fell asleep.
     It was the following morning before she was properly
able to cope and by the time they were discharged she had
developed a regular routine.      When she got home, she
was pleased to find that Steve had arranged a nanny
called Sally to help with the triplets.    Within a few
weeks, the household had settled into a regular routine.
Vicky had returned to work and Sally brought the babies
in to college to be breast-fed every four hours.    At
other times, Sally took charge of the babies, the puppies
and some light house-cleaning duties.
     Within a few months, Sally became a regular site in
the park with her special pram carrying the triplets and
a pack of Alsatians walking obediently to heel.   It was
an amazing sight to see the two adult dogs controlling
their puppies and Sally received hundreds of compliments.
On weekends of course, Steve and Vicky did the honours
whilst Sally took time off.

     After a few months, Vicky was recovered and she
regularly indulged in some gentle jogging whilst Steve
took more vigorous exercises.    Zeta usually accompanied
Steve whilst Zac and the puppies stayed close to Vicky
and the triplets.    It was while Vicky was gently
trotting along with her new buggy that she eventually
formed a new friendship with a trio of girls and their
dogs.       She had often seen the group jogging
strenuously at a level far beyond her current condition.
     Then one day, she was jogging gently along pushing
her buggy when she bumped into them as they came around a
blind bend where the bushes grew dense.    The trio and
their pack of dogs came hurtling at speed around the bend
and ran straight into Vicky with her entourage of Babies
and dogs.
     For a moment, Vicky panicked.   She thought the dogs
would start fighting, but their training held and after a
brief state of chaos, order was restored.    The dogs
settled obediently whilst the puppies gathered behind
their respective fathers and gazed curiously at each
other.    The three girls noted Vicky's dogs and grinned.
     "Snap!" they chorused in union and then fell about
giggling at their identical responses.
     "Uh, snap," replied Vicky as she gaped at the other
dogs.
     "So you like Alsatians too."    Observed the taller
woman.
     "And babies," grinned Vicky as she checked to see if
her triplets were O.K.
     She had swerved rather sharply to avoid the leading
jogger and then collided with one of the other two.
Her babies must have had quite a jolt.
     "Are you OK?" she asked.
     The girl checked that her knee was OK then smiled.
Her tights weren't even torn or laddered.
     "Yes I'm fine.     It was the soft part that struck
me.   No harm done.
     Vicky sighed with relief and checked her babies
again.
     "Oh!   Can we see?"    Asked the third girl.
     As one the trio bent forwards and studied the babies
lying 'top to tail'.
     "Oh my gosh!   Triplets."   They chorused again.
     Vicky was becoming amused.   The three women seemed
to share the same brain.    She nodded her head as the
girls peered in closer.    Zac let out a low growl and
moved forward to protect the babies.    This elicited a
similar response from the other adult male dog.
     "Billy Sit!!"    Ordered one of the women as she
turned again to Vicky.
     "Can we hold them?"
     "Vicky wasn't sure what to do.    She didn't know
the women from Adam and they outnumbered her three to
one, not to mention the dogs.   She counted fourteen and
their puppies were much bigger than Zac's five puppies;
almost full grown she noticed.     She didn't sense any
threat but one could never be certain.
     There was nobody else close to hand and her
nervousness became obvious. The three women hesitated as
they sensed Vicky's nervousness.   Eventually one
responded to reassure her.
     "OK.     We understand.     We're here every day.
Perhaps another time."
     Vicky began to feel terrible.   She hadn't wanted to
snub the girls, after all, nearly every normal woman
liked to hold a newborn baby in their arms.      Three
girls and three babies; Vicky began to feel she had been
a little churlish.     The girls seemed perfectly
ordinary and perhaps she had over-reacted.
     She wanted them to stay and chat for it was a rare
treat to talk babies with ordinary people.    All day she
was working or lecturing and in her spare time she was
with Steve.     The chance meeting in the park was a
refreshing break.    Fortunately Steve appeared at that
moment with Zeta close to heel.      Vicky relaxed.
The odds were now in her favour.    She unclipped the
buggy cover and held her son out to one of the girls as
they turned to study Steve.
     "Oh it's OK.   This is my husband, you're welcome to
hold the babies."
     With the appearance of Steve, the women realised
Vicky's nervousness had passed.   They grinned to each
other as they realised that they must have presented an
imposing group to a single mother alone in the park with
only a single dog and a litter of puppies to protect her.
They quickly defused the impasse by accepting her offer
and gathered eagerly around the buggy.    Within moments
they had settled on a nearby park seat and each woman was
playing with a baby.    Introductions and names were
quickly exchanged as they fell to talking about babies
and dogs.    Vicky was enchanted to learn that Betty, the
taller girl was also a vet, the smaller girl named Jacky,
was her nursing assistant, whilst the third girl, Beverly
owned the huge Alsatian dog called Billy and his litter
of puppies.     As they chatted at length, the puppies
soon began playing with each other and Zeta.        Both
Zac and Billy however, seemed more reserved and they
simply watched protectively from opposite ends of the
park seat.   They were obviously keeping their distance.
     "Where's the puppy's mother?" asked Vicky
innocently.
     "Oh she's not here today."   Replied Beverly
hesitantly.
     Vicky sensed a ripple of uncertainty but thought no
more about it.   She found the trio's company to be
stimulating and original.   Time flew by and even the
normally introverted Steve came out of his shell.
Strangely, the more Vicky chatted, the more she felt any
threat diminish.    It was quite obvious that none of the
trio showed any predatory interest in her husband and
that pleased her.    At first, Vicky thought they might
be a lesbian trio but their reactions to her triplets and
their own interrelationships seemed to point away from
that spectrum.    Nevertheless, there was something not
quite perfect about them.    Occasionally, the trio
seemed guarded when the conversation touched on certain
subjects and they always seemed to guide the conversation
away when she mentioned them.     The none-appearance of
the puppy's mother was one taboo topic and where the
three girls lived was another.      None of the three
girls seemed prepared to discuss their neighbourhood.
     As the evening chill, beset them, they made their
excuses and Vicky and Steve watched them jog easily
across the park towards a large 'people-carrier'.
     "Nice people," observed Steve as he watched the
three tight little tushes bouncing provocatively inside
their tights and leotards.
     Vicky noticed the giveaway bulge developing in
Steve's trousers and realised Zeta would be busy tonight.
     "Come on you.    It's time we went home and got
these babies fed."
     It was several moments before Steve's wandering mind
reacted to Vicky's instructions and she rolled her eyes
with patient indulgence.
     'Poor old Steve," she mused.    "Ever since
receiving Zac's testicles, his libido was working
overtime.
     Eventually Steve's gaze fell upon Vicky again and he
grinned guiltily as he adjusted his pants.
     "Sorry love.     You must admit though, they're nice
girls."
     "Oh yes!   They're very nice, very nice girls
indeed.    Just remember you can look but not touch."
Steve grinned and hugged Vicky to him.
     "I've got all I want in you and Zeta.   That's more
than enough for any normal man."
     Vicky swallowed guiltily as she considered his
words.
     "The trouble was,' she confessed to herself, 'that
with Zac's balls pumping all that testosterone around
Steve's body, he could not be considered a 'normal' man.
She was only too glad that Zeta kept him busy enough to
satisfy his overpowered libido.   As he slackened his
embrace, Vicky nodded towards their own car.
     "Come on, time to go home, my breasts are beginning
to ache."
     As Vicky trotted towards the car, Steve had a final
'wild moment' with the triplets in the buggy and whizzed
them squealing with delight around the park whilst the
dogs gambolled and barked excitedly.   Vicky grinned as
she watched her brood 'letting off steam'.
     Never had she felt more content and fulfilled.
So much so, that she was even considering, trying sex
with Steve, that very night.    She had come very close
in the last few weeks
     That evening, for the first time in her life, Vicky
finally managed to indulge in a normal act of love.
For weeks now, she had been gradually lowering the
barriers and carefully advancing their foreplay with each
adventure under the bedclothes.    That night, something
finally clicked inside her and she achieved full
consummation.           She didn't orgasm of course; she
realised that was a long way off, but Steve managed to
penetrate her and there was no pain.       Vicky sobbed
with relief as she savoured the moment and considered the
huge emotional hurdle she had just cleared.    For the
rest of the night, she lay curled up between Zac and
Steve alternately sobbing with relief then hugging
herself ecstatically until she fell into a deep contented
sleep.   Things were finally coming right for Vicky.


     For the next few months, Vicky felt she was
ascending a ladder to nirvana.     Her relationship with
Steve finally reached its zenith and the friendship with
the three girls in the park blossomed.        The only
worrisome issue for Vicky was that the mother bitch never
appeared with Beverly's puppies.     It was only ever the
father, the dog Billy.
     'Still' she concluded, 'there must be a genuine
reason for the mother's absence.'
     Then one day, the inevitable happened.        Steve
had left to go upon a short lecture tour and Vicky was
alone at home for a month.   The second Saturday morning
she was jogging in the park with the babies and the dogs
but she was feeling pretty lonely and it showed.
Betty, Jacky and Beverly decided to cheer her up and
invited Vicky to their regular Saturday afternoon
barbecue.     Vicky seized the chance for some company
and accepted the invitation immediately.        She
didn't even go home to change, but simply bundled the
babies and the dogs into the people carrier and drove
over to Jacky's house.
     It was only when she arrived that she realised Betty
and Jacky lived close to the gay village.      It puzzled
her for a moment, for they had never shown any sign of
being sexually attracted to each other.   She hesitated
outside Betty's house as she pondered the situation then
she took the plunge.
     Her 'car decanting routine' was well practised by
now.    Zac and Zeta kept the puppies in order whilst she
unshipped the buggy and transferred each of the triplets
with practised speed.     She had completed the task
before Betty and Jacky had realised she was outside the
house.         They rushed out all apologetic as Vicky
was wheeling her brood up to the door.
     "You should have come around the back," advised
Betty, "your car can come through the rear gates."
     "Well you take the children and Jacky can show me,"
replied Vicky.   "Where are your dogs?"
     "Down with Beverly.   They're her dogs.   She'll be
along later."
     "Where does she live?"
     "Jack's bar.   That big place on the corner of
Eighth and Central."
     "What.   D'you mean the uuhm, gay bar; the
transvestite place?"
     "Yes."   Replied Betty without even reacting as she
hoisted one of the triplets into her arms."
     "Is she gay then?"
     "No.   Not exactly."
     Vicky shrugged then continued lifting the babies out
of the buggy and placing them in a large playpen on the
rear patio.
     "Would it worry you if she was?"   Pressed Jacky.
     "No."
     Vicky felt the tension ebb away but she ignored it.
She turned to Jacky.
     "Come on, you can show me how to take the car around
the back."
     Jacky's shoulders seemed to unbend with relief as
she breathed deeply and nodded her head.
     "You don't mind gays then?"   She asked as they
climbed into the car.
     "Not at all.     We are what we are.   Why?    Are
you and Betty lovers?"
     "Like the song," grinned Jacky ignoring Vicky's
direct question.
     "What song?"
     "You know;   'I am what I am'."
     "Oh that.    I've never worried about it.    We all
have our crosses to bear."
     Jacky felt she sensed something being 'unsaid' but
she did not press it.     The easy unconcerned way that
Vicky had accepted whatever relationship she and Betty
shared, left Jacky feeling deeply relieved.         She
gave directions past several blocks and took Vicky
through the gay village for good measure.    It was an
unspoken way of confirming that She and Betty had a
relationship.
     "There's Jacks Bar."   Pointed Jacky.
     "Oh.   It's bigger than I imagined."
     "What," grinned Jacky.     Did you expect a hole in
the wall?   A squalid little dingy back-street dive."
     "No.   Not that; but you must admit.   It takes up
the whole block."
     "And the hotel on the next block."   Observed Jacky.
"Look at the name; Jack's Hotel."
     "Is that were Beverly lives?"
     "No.   She lives in that apartment on the second
floor of the club.    Look, up there, overlooking the
intersection."
     "What, the big windows?"
     "Yes."
     "Wow!    Some pad!"
     "Well she's part owner.    Jack lives out of town
with his wife and family."
     "Oh.    I didn't realise Beverly had shares in the
place.    It's become quite famous."
     "Oh yes.   She's done very well, considering where
she came from.   Oh look!   There she is, coming out now.
Stop and pick her up!"
     Vicky tooted and Beverly waved as her dog Billy
barked eagerly.   They clambered into Vicky's people-
carrier and Vicky noticed that there were less puppies.
She asked if Beverly had sold some.    Beverly confirmed
that she had given them away to good homes.
     "You don't breed for money then?"
     "Good gracious me no.     These puppies are special.
I make sure that they go to good homes where I can keep
in touch with them.    All of them live locally.
There will be no more puppies for a long while."
     "Glad to see you don't over-breed their mother, "
agreed Vicky, "but it's a pity she never comes out with
you.    Is she ill or something?"
     "No, she's fine.   She's just a bit shy of
strangers."    Replied Beverly, reddening slightly.
     Vicky ignored her reaction and concentrated on
manoeuvring the people carrier through the narrow rear
gates of Betty's garden.      The barbecue was getting
under way and several people were playing with her
triplets.    One was even trying to teach her son to
walk.   Zac and Zeta let out a whine of concern and
dashed from the people carrier to check the babies over.
Their concerns quickly abated when everybody started
making a fuss of them and the puppies.    Before long,
the barbecue was in full swing and Vick savoured the
easygoing atmosphere.   It appeared that Betty and Jacky
chose their friends well and Vicky quickly felt at ease.
     Even though she was still wearing the tight
revealing leotard and tights, nobody once made a pass or
made her feel uncomfortable.      Vicky concluded that
gays and suchlike were far more respectful and tolerant
of an individual's space, or at least, Betty's friends
were.   The company proved so convivial that she left the
party much later than anticipated.   By the time she
arrived home, the babies were fast asleep.
     On the Sunday, Steve returned from his lecture tours
and Vicky indulged him with a veritable orgy of sex.
Now she was 'cured' Vicky felt she had every right to
'make up' for the lost years of sexual denial.       It
was a shattered Steve that wobbled to work on his bicycle
that following Monday morning.
     The following Saturday, Vicky persuaded him to forgo
his researches and accompany her to Betty's regular
weekly barbecue.    The friendship between the five dog
lovers blossomed and after six months the three girls
slowly let down their guards.      Steve and Vicky were
stunned yet secretly excited when they learned of the
truth behind the three friends.          The most
stunning discovery was the fact that Beverly had actually
born the puppies and that her pet Alsatian, Billy, was
the actual father.     Both of them were overwhelmed when
Beverly finally revealed her 'secret anatomy'.
     "You mean you actually carried the whole litter to
full term and bore them naturally through your canine
vagina!"   Gasped Vicky.
     Beverly nodded and crimsoned slightly until Vicky
hugged her tight and put her at her ease.
     "And you were a transsexual boy before all this!"
Observed Steve; intrigued to meet a real 'post-operative'
transsexual.
     Beverly nodded again and curled up defensively on
the settee.    Steve recognised her 'body language' and
moved to put her at her ease.      Gently he stroked her
hand then stepped into the kitchen to prepare some
coffee.    Vicky watched him leave then cuddled up to
Beverly and whispered in her ear,
     "He's very, very understanding.    He waited for
months before we finally consummated our relationship,
and even then, it was me who made all the moves.    Your
secret is safe with us."



     Vicky felt Beverly's body sag with relief so she
hugged her again to reassure her.   She debated telling
Beverly of her own circumstances but decided to wait
until she had discussed it with Steve.      In the
meantime, Beverly unbuttoned her frock then placed
Vicky's hand on her tummy.   Vicky gasped as her fingers
discovered the secret of Beverly's lingerie. Beverly
twitched salaciously and Vicky squeaked softly as she
giggled.
     "D'you mean to say that all your nipples are
erotic?"
     Beverly nodded her head and squirmed breathlessly as
Vicky's fingers lingered over the soft satiny cuplets of
her body shaper.    At that moment, Steve returned with
the coffee and Vicky whipped her hand away.    Steve had
not noticed their activity and they settled down to share
the cookies with the dogs.
     By this time, Zac and Billy had become friendly and
they settled affectionately on the settee alongside the
girls whilst Zeta and the remaining puppies clustered
around Steve, Betty and Jacky.
     That night, as they drove home, Vicky persuaded
Steve into declaring their own zooerotic relationships to
the three girls.
     The following Saturday, they finally revealed all
their secrets and the five of them giggled and laughed as
they each revealed their peccadilloes.   Their friendship
became even tighter when Steve and Vicky were introduced
to Molly, the corsetiere who made Beverly's special
lingerie.     Their friendship had now become a virtual
secret society.
     By this time Steve and Beverly were now fully on top
of their work.   Their respective lecture courses were
well established and a lot of research projects were
finishing off as the end of the academic year was
approaching.       Steve and Vicky had persuaded Beverly,
Betty and Jacky to accompany them on a vacation and as
June approached, their festive holiday mood intensified.
They flew to Northern Canada then arranged for three
'camper vans' and a 4x4 to tour the Mackenzie River
basin.   Their main objective was to study wolves and
collect plant samples.
     It was during the second week that catastrophe
befell them.     Steve was driving alone along a narrow
dirt road and misjudged a narrow rutted bend.    The 4x4
veered off the road and crashed into a narrow gorge.
Steve's neck was broken and his body badly burned.    His
legs and arms were terribly deformed and twisted by the
breaks and scarring.   Zac suffered massive brain and
scull injuries that left him a virtual canine vegetable.
Fortunately, Zeta had managed to escape injury and
streaked back to camp.   Her single arrival signalled an
emergency and the girls drove off with Zeta loping ahead
as a guide.    They were fortunate to discover the wreck
that same evening before night fell.   Steve was
'helicoptered' to hospital whilst Vicky and Betty
persevered with Zac.
     The upshot was that Steve was a serious quadriplegic
whose limbs had become twisted burned stumps.   They also
faced the added horror of having Zac put to sleep.
Vicky was hysterical with grief.    Steve was totally
paralysed.
Fortunately, his main body trunk was not burned so his
respiration was not seriously affected or he would have
suffocated at the scene of the crash.   Nevertheless,
Steve faced a lifetime in an intensive care bed utterly
paralysed from the neck down.
     For several weeks, Vicky was too distraught to face
the situation.    She could not even face turning off
Zac's life support where he was lying in a coma at her
laboratory.     Every day, Beverly, Betty or Jacky came
around but there was no improvement for either of the
'boys'.    Vicky was becoming depressed and Steve was
sinking into a deeper and deeper state of depressed
introspection.