Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2003 20:08:05 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two Chapter 8

Two by Two
Chapter 8.


     As Steve-Zac continued to recover the first thing
the group did was agree a different name for their new
'companion'.
     "So what's it to be?" asked Vicky, as she turned to
cuddle Steve-Zac.
     The 'dog' hesitated over the keyboard then slowly
tapped out his reply.
     "Well; although Ahmed says there's not much of Zac's
brain left in here, I must confess I sometimes get a
vague intangible 'awareness' stirring in my own brain.
It's hard to put my finger, - or should I say my paw -,
on it, but there's a definite something.     I'm
convinced that Zac isn't all gone away. I get some
uncanny stirrings of memory that are definitely not mine.
His brain has definitely left some sort of intangible
presence."
     "Perhaps it's Zac's soul," suggested Ahmed, "though
I wouldn't say that if there were any Muslim
fundamentalists around.       I did leave a substantial
part of Zac's brain and corpus attached to the cortex.
I had to, in order get a proper cerebral attachment.
In addition to that, both your pituitary glands coexist
beneath your combined brain.      That was to maintain
the proper hormonal and pathological balances for both
metabolisms.    There was also the problem of ageing.
I am sure that the ageing process will be controlled by
the human endocrinology and therefore proceed at a human
rate.     Steve-Zac should live the full 'three score and
ten'.                Because of this essential inter-
brain networking, I can't be absolutely sure if there
won't be some cross-fertilisation of awareness.      The
idea of a dog's 'soul' infecting a human soul and brain
seems bizarre to me, though nothing surprises me these
days.    If Zac really is somehow still alive in Steve's
brain then I think it can only be a good thing."
Finished Ahmed uncertainly.
     "Do dogs have souls?"   Wondered Vicky aloud.
     "This dog does; now!"     Typed Steve-Zac.
     Ahmed chuckled nervously then rubbed his jaw
thoughtfully.   He was still struggling to resolve the
moral issues in his mind.   In trying to settle his
discomfort, he brought the subject back to the lighter
issue of a new name and turned again to Steve-Zac.
     "Maybe we should mix up the letters of both your two
names and see what you can make of it,"
     "Seems good enough for me," typed Steve-Zac.
"What do you think Vicky?"
     The group sat silently as they ran combinations of
the letters from the two names by each other until Vicky
smiled.
     "How about Stazevec."  She suggested.
     "Using Staz for short," finished Ahmed.   "I know
you Americans always shorten names.
     "It sounds like a Balkan war criminal to me,"
giggled Beverly.
     "Are you happy with it?" asked Betty to Steve-Zac.
     "It sounds OK."   Typed Steve-Zac.    "It's a bit
different from the usual Rover or Fido."
     "Are we all agreed then?"    Finished Jacky.  "Are
there any objections?"
     There was a general murmuring of consent and Staz
barked his agreement.     One of the first agreed
conventions had been 'one bark for yes and two barks for
no'.    It would save a lot of awkward complications when
they were out jogging in the park.    Additionally, a
wagged tail obviously signalled contentment whilst a low
whine signalled discontent.
     By now Staz had realised that he was somehow
learning to produce 'human' sounds with his new doggy
mouth and tongue.   It was still crude so he was too
scared to inform the girls that he could feel a distinct
sense of control over his canine voice box.
     Whilst alone, he had been secretly trying out a few
simple vowels and consonants.   The high-pitched
syllybilic consonants were the hardest.     His long
'floppy', doggy tongue allowed air to escape
uncontrollably from the sides of the roof of his long
upper mouth.     The 'S' and 'T' and the explosive 'D'
sounds where the hardest to achieve.   He had persevered
however until he had managed to enunciate a few simple
words by substituting various whines for the vowels in
the early stages.    With time and practice, he was
actually beginning to enunciate crude vowel sounds.
For the time being, he would keep his unexpected ability
a secret.   He didn't think the girls were ready for
'talking dogs'.       He knew it would be a much nicer
surprise if he revealed his secret when he had more skill
and a decent 'vocabulary'.     He wagged his tail to
reinforce his satisfaction with the new name and Vicky
smiled happily.
     "So Staz it is then," she declared, happy to be rid
of the double-barrelled name.
     Staz leapt up and eagerly licked Vicky's face as his
tail continued wagging fiercely.   Vicky gave him a huge
hug and turned to Ahmed.
     "Well Ahmed?   All in all I think it's an excellent
result.    What are your plans?"
     "To go to Mecca on a Hajj, and beg Allah for
forgiveness!"   Mumbled Ahmed thoughtfully.
     "Does it bother you that much?"
     "I don't know.      Staz tells me he's completely
content so I must concede that I have done him a good
turn.    Allah alone knows how I shall be judged but I
have made Staz happy and making people happy cannot be a
sin."
     Staz turned to Ahmed and gently licked his hand to
confirm his gratitude.   Ahmed reached down and tugged
Staz by his thick ruff to pull him to his face.   The
pair exchanged the traditional Muslim cheek gesture and
Ahmed felt a small wave of relief ease his conscience.
'There was no doubt about it.     Staz had a human soul
and Allah judged the soul not the body.'    By this
reasoning, Ahmed believed he could make peace with
himself and Allah.    Despite his conclusions though, he
determined still to go on a hajj.
     By expanding his science he had put himself far
beyond the aspirations of religious scholars to discern
his morality.   This he felt to be doubly true
considering that both Zac and Steve had been brought to
him as a canine vegetable and human quadriplegic
respectively.

     Despite rationalising his science thus, he still
felt a distinct need to somehow convene directly with the
almighty.         For this his faith and cultural values
dictated that that would best be served by a very special
pilgrimage to Mecca.
     His own personal Hajj would therefore entail a
veritable hike from North Africa to Mecca. There in the
lonely depths of the deserts, he would have ample time to
think through the rightfulness or wrongness of his work.
Ahmed was a troubled man, not for him, the luxury of a
comfortable flight directly to Mecca.      He felt uneasy
about the religious strictures but felt that the
teachings of the monotheist religions were not keeping up
with science.   Only a deep communion with the Almighty
could answer his private questions.
     A part of this process began with a detailed
questioning of Beverly and Staz.
     How happy where they?     Did they feel he had done
them ill?       Would they advocate for him if it ever
came to a question of morality, right or wrong?
Ahmed had many questions and a Hajj seemed the best
solution.
     Eventually, Staz was deemed OK.      There were
several other loose surgical ends to tie up but Staz was
not aware of the other operations that Ahmed had
performed on all the girls.     With excitement bubbling
inside all the girls, the time had come for them to take
Staz home.
     As Ahmed prepared to make his long pilgrimage east
to Mecca and face his maker, the Girls and Staz, made
their easy flight west.   They arrived home relaxed and
happy.    Fortunately, Staz had a new 'pet-passport' that
enabled him to enter after a vetinary check.    Not for
him the privation of six months isolation in quarantine.
     Of course, Staz could not be introduced as the old
Zac to Vicky's college colleagues.     His misshapen head
and Steve's blue eyes would have immediately declared him
to be an impostor.    Vicky simply declared her new 'pet'
to be an exotic African crossbred Alsatian that she had
very much taken to.      When colleagues asked she always
answered that she was not prepared to put her new 'dog'
to stud.
     Staz's true identity was of course no secret to
Zeta, Billy and Dido, the remaining young bitch from
Beverly's litter.    There was no disguising the familiar
scent of Zac but all three dogs were vaguely perplexed by
the feint trace of Steve.    This trace became even more
noticeable after Zeta's first copulation with Staz.
     The girls had not indulged in any pleasures with
Staz whilst they were in Africa because they thought Staz
was still a 'bit of an invalid'.        On the first
night home however, Zeta showed no hesitation by
responding eagerly to Staz's advances.      She whined
appreciatively then presented herself and Staz
immediately engaged.    Naturally, when both types of
semen erupted, Zeta quickly recognised the familiar
seminal scents and she whined knowingly.    Staz bent
over her and softly whined in her ear.
     "Yes.   It's both Zac and me, Steve.        Glad to
meet you again darling."
     Zeta's vaginal sphincter spasm'd with orgasmic
surprise as she recognised the feint, scented echoes of
her former human lover.       Despite the doggy voice box
being Zac's, the control and intonation was entirely
Steve.
     Attuned to the greater range of voice frequencies,
Zeta had readily recognised some of Steve's distinctive
higher pitched consonants.
     As she squirmed nervously, Staz felt that familiar
ring clench delightfully around his knot.   Having re-
discovered her long lost lover, Zeta was not about to
lose him again. They would remain tied firmly together
until Vicky found them in the morning.
     During the night, Staz tried several times to
extract his penis from Zeta's love tube but her sphincter
was every bit as secure with his new dog cock as it had
been with his previous human genitalia.      Staz
realised that at some stage in the past, Vicky must have
carried out the same modification to Zac's penis as she
had to his old human one.   Thus, when his knot was
squeezed by Zeta's sphincter, it remained swollen and
impossible to remove.
     Had Staz been able, he would have grinned to
himself, but now, with only a dog's head to express his
feelings, Staz's facial expressions caused confusion.
A simple attempt at a human smile appeared more as a
snarl as his teeth became bared behind his curled lips.
He had studied these attempts to express himself in the
mirror and been amused but disappointed by the misleading
results.    Instead he was forced to reconcile himself to
the more familiar doggy expression of pleasure so he
simply wagged his tail appreciatively when Zeta clamped
him inside her.
     Even in her sleep, Zeta could not bypass the
unconscious natural spasm reaction of her sphincter and
thus she continued clenching Staz's cock tight within
her.     Staz remained helplessly tied throughout the
night.         Realising this, Staz savoured the
exquisite pleasure of swivelling around so that he could
sleep tied to Zeta face to face; missionary style.
     It was in this intimate, 'human' embrace that Vicky
found the pair in the morning.    She smiled knowingly
and her own juices started flowing as she anticipated
Staz's services.    Both Staz and Zeta smelt the
distinctive aroma of Vicky's juices and they both whined
knowingly as Zeta struggled to rise and sniff her
mistress's damp, intimate cleft.
     Her efforts tugged at Staz who was still tightly
bound by his trapped penis. Cautiously he swivelled over
and re-mounted Zeta thus enabling her to walk forward and
press her nose into Vicky's warm moist sex.    Because he
was considerably larger than Zeta, Staz was able to
stretch over Zeta's head and force Zeta's nose aside.
Then he inveigled his nose and tongue into that same
appreciative cleft.    Vicky let out a low wail of
pleasure and lurched back onto the settee as Staz's
knowing tongue landed firmly on the bull's-eye.
     She flung open her peignoir to reveal her sleeping
teddy and gartered stockings. Staz's knowing human eyes
glittered greedily as he pressed his suite further.
His tongue of course, still had all the dimensions and
flexibility of a normal dog, but with the additional
mobility and control of a human tongue.       With human
understanding, he delicately nibbled at Vicky's crotch
then popped the snappers of Vicky's teddy with his
massive teeth.   Vicky gasped with surrender as she felt
the tails of her stretchy teddy flick up the cleft of her
bum and Staz's teeth brush against her exposed button.
She now lay helpless and exposed.
     Staz utilised his advanced human control of his long
doggy tongue and stiffened the long wet organ to form a
little groove along the centre.   His wet, rigid tongue
now resembled a second penis, as he pressed it harder
against Vicky's bud.
     The roughened surface of Staz's tongue sent
paroxysms of delight through Vicky's core and she arched
her back helplessly as the portals of her vagina finally
surrendered. Within moments, her hips were humping
desperately as Staz's tongue rapiered into her sex and
rasped softly against Vicky's desperate clitoris. The
deep rough groove down the centre of Staz's tongue guided
Vicky's screaming clitoris like a plough down a furrow
directly onto Staz's cold wet nose.   The sudden surprise
of feeling a cold stiff nubbin of doggy nose probing her
scorching button was the final sensation to tip Vicky
over the edge.
     Underneath and still tied by her sphincter to Staz's
dog cock, the faithful Zeta was eagerly licking Vicky's
love juices as they dribbled down her love lips into the
cleft of her bum.        Vicky was being stimulated three
ways and she soon made it four as her own fingers
wandered uncontrollably to her heaving breasts and gently
rolled her turgid swollen nipples.
     That very morning, the once frigid vetinary
professor was converted wholeheartedly to a helpless
wanton slut.
     As she moaned and squealed with delight, her cries
caused Staz to become more aroused.   His cock-knot
started to swell with excitement and Zeta started to
whine with nervous delight as she felt the knot becoming
uncomfortably large.    Staz felt his canine partner
tense with appreciation and her sphincter tightened
around his knot until it was finally clamped hard around
the root of his cock.    The exquisite pressure caused
him to erupt with earth shattering force and he whined
uncontrollably as the waves of lust crashed through his
loins.     So powerful was his orgasm that he let out an
involuntary 'Yesss!' and Vicky went rigid with shock.
     "My God!      You said something!"
     Staz was too far-gone to realise he had betrayed
himself and he simply kept pumping frantically.        So
tightly were Staz and Zeta tied, that Zeta's back and
head exactly mirrored Staz's thrusts.      Thus his
thrusts translated themselves along Zeta's spine so that
her nose repeatedly poked provocatively into Vicky's butt
as her tongue probed futilely against the puckered rim of
her anus as though trying to gain access to the last
vestiges of Vicky's innermost core.    For long moments,
Vicky tried to maintain her sentience as she tried to
discern any more words from Staz's lips but it was a
forlorn task.    The action in her erotic love centres
had now overwhelmed her.    She let out a long low wail
of demented passion and finally collapsed exhausted as
her orgasm overwhelmed her.
     They were still in this collapsed state when Betty,
Jacky and Beverly arrived later that same morning.
Only Staz was awake to hear the soft tap on the front
door.     His ears pricked as he turned to face the door.
In her contented sleep, Zeta's sphincter had finally
slackened after her final orgasm.    Her love tube was
slack and Staz's knot was now deflated.    When he heard
the girls special tapping code, he reluctantly slid his
penis from Zeta's delightfully warm soft scabbard then
disengaged himself from the 'mnage a trois'.    Once
free, he trotted into the hall to release the door.
It was a simple matter to grip the large 'T' shaped bolt
in his jaws and twist it to release the lock.
     As the door swung back, he greeted the three girls
and their dogs by wagging his tail furiously, then
barking and making obvious signs of doggy joy.        The
girls entered just as Vicky was making herself
'respectable.
     "Gotcha!" squealed Betty, as Vicky's face crimsoned.
     "Shut up and put the coffee on," she riposted as she
tucked her ripe globe into the cup of her teddy then
fastened her peignoir.
     "So late in the morning," grinned Beverly.   "Has he
been a busy boy then?"
     Vicky smiled ruefully and described the situation.
     "He's been busy with Zeta.   I hardly had a look
in."
     Staz barked angrily to contradict her statement.
Then he loped off to the study and returned with his
laptop in his jaws.     Patiently he tapped out his
reply.
     "I was tied to Zeta.      Her sphincter wouldn't
release me.   You've done something to my cock!"
     "A likely story, but it sounds interesting."
Giggled Jacky as the idea tickled her fancy. Staz's
message reminded her of the special surgery Ahmed had
performed on all of the girls and she felt her own cunt
tighten involuntarily as the newly grafted sphincter
clenched uncontrollably.
     Staz barked again then reared up and plonked his
paws on Jacky's lap.   He desperately wanted to answer
with normal speech but he felt his language control
wasn't ready yet.      Instead he nosed her face with a
doleful expression on his face as he begged her to
believe him.    Jacky sensed his beseechment and hugged
his head to hers.
     "OK I believe you, but I want first dibs after."
     Staz was not sure what to do.      He felt obliged
always to serve Vicky first.     It would have been crass
and unfaithful of him to deny his wife the first
consummation of their new relationship.    To demonstrate
his feelings, he padded across to Vicky and pressed his
nose into her crotch.     The delightful scent of her
arousal sent shivers of delight down to his loins and his
cock stiffened appreciatively as it emerged again readily
from his sheath.
     "Dam!"   He thought.   'Having such a sensitive
olfactory organ in his canine nose, certainly made sex
more interesting.     Vicky's arousal was all too obvious
to his doggy senses."
   Vicky gasped with delight and sagged with anticipation
as Staz's nose pressed exactly against her starter
button.    Jacky and Beverly watched knowingly then fell
silent as their own lustful thoughts preoccupied their
minds.
   Betty returned with the coffee tray and a plate of
cookies then paused at the door.   She put the tray down
then nodded knowingly.   The tension was electric and she
sensed the situation precisely.
   "You greedy bitches," she giggled, "give him a chance
to recover!"
   Her words fell on deaf ears.      Already, Vicky was
stumbling breathlessly towards the bedroom.      Staz
escorted her close to heel and kept reaching up to sniff
the scent of Vicky's promise.    As the pair left the
living room, the three other girls exchanged smiles then
followed in close pursuit.   The three other dogs, namely
Zeta, Billy and Billy's daughter Dido also followed
along.   They had become well versed in their functions
during these activities.
   Within moments of flinging herself on the bed, Vicky
had slipped out of her peignoir and lay provocatively on
the bed in her satiny teddy and stockings.
     In his previous human form, Steve had always
delighted in Vicky's eventual opening up.    By
tenderness and understanding, Steve had slowly brought
Vicky back to a normal sex life.       Vicky was slowly
recovering from her previously terrified dysfunctionality
and lately she had started to emerge from that damaged,
bluestocking pupae into a liberated sexual butterfly.
     Now after the earlier tricks with his doggy tongue
and nose, Staz had triggered off some deep unrecognised
needs.    The new Vicky had finally metamorphosed into a
wanton liberated nymph.
   As Vicky lay submissively receptive, with her legs
parted invitingly and her eyes pleading for release,
Staz's human eyes widened appreciatively.     He leapt
easily onto the bed and deftly nibbled at the poppers of
Vicky's teddy again.
   Vicky shuddered with anticipation as his massive teeth
delicately parted the poppers again then brushed
tantalisingly against her starter button.     She knew
immediately that in the future, she was always going to
savour this little bit of titillation and she resolved in
the future to always wear a teddy with poppers.    The
sense of being 'popped open' by Staz's teeth had already
become an essential part of her feeling of 'surrender' to
the 'top dog'.   She sighed and raised her knees slightly
to make Staz's access easier.   This made a pair of vee-
shaped bends at the joints of her thighs for the doggy
Staz to press his forelegs into and gain a better
purchase for entry.       But before he indulged his
matrimonial rights he set to tantalising Vicky
unmercifully.       Her body shook and trembled as she
whimpered her submission then widened her raised knees
still further as Staz started to work busily with his
tongue on her stiff little bud.
   Beverly, Betty and Jacky exchanged wide-eyed greedy
stares as they watched Vicky's ascent into nirvana.
Billy immediately picked up the scent of arousal and
whined eagerly to he allowed to join in.    The three
girls each squirmed with anticipation as they tried to
decide who would receive Billy's attentions.
   Before the group had left for North Africa, Billy's
Vicky had adapted Billy's cock so that it performed like
Staz's.         That very first night after their return,
Billy had been tied to Beverly just as Staz had been tied
to Zeta.     Beverly bit her lip as she decided to forego
the pleasures of the previous night.
   'It was time to let Betty or Jacky enjoy the new-found
pleasures of Billy's services.'
   "One of you two can have a go.    Look, he's ready."
     Betty and Jacky noticed Billy's emerging erection
and they both grew damper as they decided who was to go
first.    By a secret signal that only the two girls
shared, they decided to let Betty enjoy, Billy's
attentions.     Within minutes, Staz and Billy were
busily tonguing Vicky and Betty as Jacky and Beverly,
gently availed themselves of their mutual human lesbian
skills.    Zeta and Dido refused to be excluded and they
quickly joined Beverly and Jacky in their pleasures.
   Eventually Vicky released an urgent cry and grabbed
Staz's thick ruff to pull him bodily onto her shuddering
body.     Staz growled a bit to demonstrate his dominance
but Vicky was too far-gone to care.     Once she had
hauled his head up to her stiff throbbing nipples she
wrapped her thighs around his powerful rear legs and
forced his splendid cock against her gasping, soaking
sex.   Vicky needed penetration urgently.
   "Do it!     Do it now!" she demanded, half begging and
half ordering him in her desperation.
   Staz knew now that he had his wife utterly bent to his
will.    Gently he shuffled forward on his haunches and
introduced the hot slippery tip of his organ to her
threshold.     Then he started wagging his tail in wide
sideways sweeps to brush the backs of her thighs and
tickle her butt.    Vicky let out low mewling gasps as
she felt her bud being probed by Staz's rigid cock and
the glutinous creases of her bum being tickled by his
delightfully bushy tail.
   "Now!" She moaned.     "Stop teasing me!    Do it
now!!"
   Having finally reduced his wife to a slavish wanton
bitch, Staz then pushed ever so gently and his hard
pointed cock rapiered easily into Vicky's soaking cleft.
   "Aahh!"  She gasped as the portals of her core parted
readily and she felt her lover's organ enter with
consummate ease.
     Eagerly she pulled him into her and felt her bottom
rising up to meet his powerful thrusts.    Then at last,
his cock was lodged as far as it could go and she felt
her clitty squeezed between his belly and the root of his
bony cock.      Vicky had hit the jackpot.
   Vicky's body now reflected her mental state.     Just
as she humped eagerly to take all that Staz had to offer,
so her body reflected her needs.    As she felt her warm
sticky love juices running down her crack.   For a
fleeting moment she wondered if she would soak the sheets
but her body was now in complete control and she could
have done nothing about it even if she cared.
Her fears were unfounded though for she was suddenly
pleased and surprised to feel a warm wet tongue gently
licking her juices as they dribbled down her cleft.
   'Either Zeta or Dido were savouring the flood of
Vicky's passion', but she cared not who.    It was enough
that the extra tongue served to send her over the
threshold into wanton abandonment.    With a tremulous
squeal she felt the release of her first orgasm and with
it the uncontrollable clench of her newly fitted
sphincter.    Staz and she were now locked together and
there would be no release for an hour or more.
   At last!    She was all his and he was all hers!!!