Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 12:39:18 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: My Pet Human

                           MY PET HUMAN
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     The humans in the pen seemed to understand that I had come to take one
of them away. The mothers were scrambling after their children, males were
gathering their entire families in the same way, the parents herding the
children into the tiny mud-and-stick huts they dwelt in, so that the male
of their family could stand before the door of them with weapons ready,
ready to fight me off if I got too close. They may not understand my
language, but they had picked up quickly enough that they were up for sale
and I was a potential buyer...and they didn't like it one bit!
     The pet shop owner came up to me, smiled and said, "You can see that
the humans are very devoted to their mates and offspring, and with proper
care, they'll show you the same sort of devotion. I can make you a good
deal on a family group if you like, or they are of course also for sale
individually."
     "I wouldn't like to do that." I informed him. My own prior experience
with humans was my neighbor's group a mated pair and their three
offspring. When the eldest of these, a male, grew restless and
unmanageable, they'd given him away. The mourning of the remaining four was
immediate and heartbreaking. I know humans aren't really intelligent (no
species that doesn't communicate by telepathy can be intelligent, of
course, the communication barrier is simply too great, they can cooperate,
but never truly integrate).
     One of the males was advancing on me, his little spear to the ready. I
had to admire his courage, I was six times as tall as him and
proportionately large, and as we were greatly similar physically to each
other (the reason humans made such engaging pets, they were like tiny
versions of ourselves and one could watch their antics for hours.) "This is
a brave one." I observed to the pet shop owner.
     He smiled at me, sensing my interest in the human. "He is a singleton,
part of a family group until two days ago when I sold his entire family
save for him, his parents and two smaller siblings. He has been resentful
ever since, and will require careful handling. If you have no experience
with humans, you might want...."
     "I have experience." I told him, and reached a hand out for the human,
who jabbed his spear at me. I sent a wave of calming emotion at him and
when he hesitated because of it, I plucked his tiny spear from his hand and
scooped him up, turned him around so that I could look him over carefully.
     All he wore was a small piece of cloth about his loins. (Humans
insisted on covering this part of their bodies up, as if it were
shameful. My own body was uncovered entirely except for a small pouch I
wore at one shoulder.) His body was clean and free of nearly all hair save
for the top of the head and (I presumed) a similar thatch of it about his
pubic region. His muscles were well-formed and showed that he was both
active and athletic, no doubt playing endlessly at the wargames that his
kind relished so highly. I could feel the energy in him as he writhed in my
grip (I was gentle, mind you, but he wanted to be completely released which
I would not permit).
     "That one is a problem." the shopkeeper told me. "I've been thinking
of putting him down, you have to weed out the most aggressive of the males,
and he's been getting the other humans rather worked up lately, making
those noises they make at them and causing them to act mischievously when
they can."
     "Then my taking him away ought to solve your problem." I pointed
out. "And you'll be willing to sell him to me for a lower price, won't
you?" There followed the normal negotiations and I bought the human in my
hand. He had quit fighting me.
     The shopkeeper brought me a carrying box, and I put the human into it
and closed it. His hands clawed at me out of the bars of the window but I
ignored it. He would settle down soon enough.
     When we got out of the shop, my new human quieted down. I looked down
to see his face peering out at the busy city streets. I knew that it was
all weird and strange to him, looking at the cars, the trucks, the buses,
the people moving around the large, tall buildings. He'd grown up in a mud
hut he'd built with his own hands, and known only the confines of the pen
in which his tribe was kept, none of this was anything close to familiar to
him.
     I got him home and set the box on the floor and opened the door. Went
over and sat down in my armchair, and waited.
     The human's head peered out of the side of the box, looked around. Saw
me. "Are you coming out?" I asked him telepathically.
     Humans detect basic emotional states, I think, that or they understand
our body positions for they use such constantly in their own
communications, so my human knew that I wasn't going to oppose his exit. He
stepped out, looked around again.
     "It's all right, you're safe." I told him. "This is your new
home. Come on out, and make yourself comfortable. After you've settled a
bit, I'll feed you."
     He explored timidly at first, but as his curiosity was satisfied and
fears allayed, and his sense of safety grew, he grew bolder and began to
check things out. The softness of my other armchair amused him and he
bounced on the seat with a happy, laughing noise. I laughed as well and he
turned, saw me looking at him, and stopped, looked at me again, sheepishly.
     "That's all right. Go ahead and bounce all you want."
     I felt he'd settled in enough to feed him. But I insisted on his
coming to me to receive the food. I held out small bits of it for him. He
came to me timidly, took the first piece, and scurried away to eat it. But
the second time, he stayed nearer, then the third even nearer and before he
was done, he was standing right beside me, eating it as I doled it out to
him. I knew that the final treats, sweetened fruits, would be his favorite
and held the first one out to him. He reached for it, but I pulled it back
as he did, sat back on the chair, and held the treat up close to my
chest. The only way he could get the treat would be to get up into my lap
for it.
     He hesitated, looked at me, but I smiled and he slowly came toward me
and climbed up onto the chair with me. Took the treat and, as if to declare
his boldness to me, sat on my lap to eat the treat. I had two more of those
to give him, each made the human about three bites.
     I made him stand up for the second treat, and when he did, I reached
and snatched at his loincloth, took it away from him. He was nude before me
and he turned, looked at me, astonished.
     "This thing is dirty, filthy." I told him (for it was). "If you want
to live with me, you need to stay clean."
     I tossed his loincloth to one side, and when he started to go for it,
I caught him and held him back. Sat him physically back in my lap and
handed him the treat. He took it, looked at me for a time, then sat back
down, now nude, and ate the treat.
     "That's better." I told him. "We'll learn each other soon enough, and
then we can start having lots of fun."
     I handed him the third treat as soon as he was done eating the second
and he took it, looked up at me, and smiled. While he ate the treat, I
stroked his head with my fingers, gentle and carefully, not hurting him,
just touching him, feeling him. When I moved on down to his back, he
shifted and helped me to stroke him. His skin was so smooth and sleek, firm
and warm. I loved the way his muscles rippled as I ran my hands over them,
feeling how finely shaped and athletic he was. So much strength in this
little form. So much power.
     He was stiff at first, but soon enough realized my touches were meant
to be gentle and pleasant for him, and after some time seemed to begin to
relish them. When I stopped, he looked at me and smiled shyly. I smiled
back. "Let's get you a bath and then we'll put you in your bed."
     I reached for him and this time, he let me cuddle him in my arms
rather than clutch him tightly. He was adjusting to me, accepting
me. Excellent.
     The bath was one like the pet shop owner kept for the tribe, and he
understood the purpose as soon as he saw it and stepped into it
happily. His feet's pressure on the floor of the bath started the water,
and he scrubbed away at his body. The water was soapy at first, then after
he'd had time to wash his entire body, turned to a warmer rinse. He
cooperated fully with the bath and finished his ablutions when the flow
ceased. Looked at me and I showed him my drying towel. Normally those are
left lying around for the humans along with other cloth segments they use
to make their loincloths and other things. But I held onto the towel and he
understood, let me dry his body. Another chance to stroke him, make him
understand that we were to be close friends.
     By now, it was well on time for bed for both him and myself. I took
him into my bedroom and showed him his bed, a small cushion-like thing on a
low frame, it would let him sleep in comfort and ease. I got into my own
bed and lifted my covers over me. The human might try some act against me
during the night, I knew, but I had carefully placed any potential weapons
in my bedroom out of his reach and closed the door to the rest of the
apartment. I counted on waking up before he could do me any real harm.
     I did feel the bed stirring, realized he was getting into bed with
me. This could mean two things. First was that he intended to attempt some
mischief against me, though I didn't think that was happening. No, I
thought he intended the other, which was....
     He got to the top of the covers and sat down, sidled underneath them,
and cuddled up close to me. By lying partially on my upper shoulder and
partially on the pillow, he was able to make himself a comfortable bed
while still nuzzling my cheek. I smiled. Yes, my human male was going to
make a docile, delightful pet. I was looking forward to his company in the
days to come, watching him at his games, playing some with him, having his
comforting warmth against me and feeling his body against mine. I'd been so
lonely, it was when I'd begun hanging out with my neighbors, and now they'd
moved away, taking their human pets with them, and I wasn't sure which I
missed more. Humans are so simple in their devotion, so uncomplicated in
their actions, they give us love so unreservedly and....
     That was it. My human's name. I would call him "Lover."
     Lover shifted and now his body was wrapping itself around my head,
with his own head at my left ear, his lower body pressing against the soft
area beneath my chin, his legs resting on my neck, but his weight was so
inconsequential that...
     I felt it, then. His penis was pressing against my jawbone, and it was
erect! Was he asleep and having a dream or...no, he was awake, knew what he
was doing. He began to rub his body up and down, pressing his organ and
making it slide back and forth there.
     I know that our race and humans physically resemble each other
greatly, but that is simply one of those cosmic coincidences that can
happen. So many planets have so many differently shaped beings upon it, the
chance that two planets would evolve its lifeforms in a similar manner was
not so huge that it became impossible...merely unlikely. I'd watched the
neighbors' mated pair of humans making love and knew it was practically
identical to our own ways.
     Was this the underlying reason I'd wanted a human of my own, and that
a singleton male? For this? Humans adapt to their lack of telepathic
ability by being very good at reading your intentions. In my strokes of his
body, had my human picked up the suppressed sexual longings I held within.
     For, as I have been avoiding admitting, Lover's attentions to me were
not only welcome, they were...arousing. My own body was responding, my
penis was expanding, hardening, moving the covers upwards, and when Lover's
motions gave him enough pleasure to make him moan softly, I let out a low
groan of my own.
     Lover must have noticed my...excitement, for he moved and got onto his
knees on the pillow next to me. I looked around at him there and I saw his
own erection, sticking out in all its tiny majesty. A prodigal organ for a
human, it was still smaller than my littlest finger, but it was there and
it was warm and it was ready for my attentions.
     My mouth was able to swallow the entirety of it, and could have taken
a sizeable portion of Lover's head and shoulders had I chosen to do
that. But my intention was to give my little pet human pleasure, and so I
gently rested my lips upon him and when I did, he groaned and began to
thrust at my mouth, and I let him use me like that.
     His moans became urgent, and very quickly, he groaned very loudly and
his cock ejaculated into my mouth. The heat and sexual vibrations Lover
gave off were palpable and strong, he was all masculinity embodied in a
compacted form the height of the length of my forearm and hand, but his
spunk on my mouth and tongue was rich and satisfied something very basic
and essential within my soul.
     Lover moaned when he finished and slumped over my face, but he
recovered rapidly with the vigor of youth, and then he was kissing me, his
lips pressing against my upper cheek, his face looking into my left eye.
     I was glad I'd brought my little human pet to his climax but my own
body still proclaimed its own need and I kicked at the covers and pushed
them down with my hand, exposing my body.
     Lover saw my body and as I freed my dong from the covering and it
stood free in the night air, he looked at me and I felt the love flowing
from him. He had adopted me as his owner as I had adopted him. And he stood
and marched resolutely toward my cock, an organ larger than his leg and
nearly as long, and, though I had taken it in my hand, I lifted it away and
let my little pet approach it as he would.
     The very size of it confounded him briefly, but he resolved it with a
simple act. Stepping up onto my stomach, he slid down to sit upon my pubic
hair and straddled thus my organ, it before him like a pillar with the tip
of the glans coming just to the height of his eyes. His strong arms
enclosed my dong and he began to rock back and forth, his arms holding my
cock's skin and making it slide up and down on my glans.
     It was the oddest of feelings that this motion of my human pet created
in me. It was not quite like masturbation, in that his entire body was
pressed against my cock, holding it so warmly with his face against my
glans, and his lips kissed me there, and as my prong spewed forth precome,
it drained down and onto his face and he licked it as it came to him,
though it smeared his cheeks and forehead as well. His lips on my glans
were small but so warm and caring, that their pleasures seeped throughout
my entire prick, so that it was like being masturbated and sucked at the
same time, and my body treated it as the most ardent attentions from the
most adept of lovers.
     Lover kept up his attentions, moving his body with smooth, even tempo
even as my own climax grew in me and I began to shudder with my need and my
ecstasy. I was reaching my orgasm, I knew that I would not be able to hold
back much longer. I knew that Lover could not read my telepathic messages
to him, but he understood his own language of groans and moans very well,
so I let my mouth voice my thoughts rather than my brain, and I moaned with
increasing intensity so that when my climax reached its crescendo, and I
was ready to explode, I felt that Lover knew full well what was about to
happen. And if I'd any doubts about my new pet's loyalties, I lost them for
he raised himself up so that he could experience the fullness of my
ejaculation straight into his face.
     And that knowledge caused my spunk to fly with increased force, I did
not merely spurt my wads into the air to impact him in his young, handsome
face, I burst forth with a fury that assailed him from crown to throat all
at one time, he was bathed in my jism that splattered him again and again,
but he took it all, and a sound burst out from him that I had heard only
from the neighbors' human family upon rare occasions.
     Laughter. He laughed as I sprayed him with my sperm, and when it was
done, he rubbed his face against my cock, still chuckling, a sound like the
sound of water over rocks in a small brook, and then he released my
deflating dong, and I watched as he used his hands to rub my spunk all over
his body, as if it were the most magnificent of lotions.
     I had to smile myself, and I broadcast my own pleasure at his
enjoyment of my sexual release, and I reached up with a hand to stroke his
hair. That seemed to bring him out of his reverie and he crawled on all
fours up my body and laid himself down on my chest, the top of his head
against my chin, resting it further upon both his forearms, and the
entirety of his body against mine, warm, so warm, and like that, he fell
asleep and so did I.
     That was the first of many nights like that. Lover was young for a
human, and his passion for me was unslaked despite nightly expressions of
our desires. He gained a facility in his manipulation of my dong, and could
work me in several positions, each time all the way to my completion, and
for myself, it soon felt as if the diminutive size of Lover's cock was
right and proper for my sexual partner.
     I know that Lover shall age and die long before I myself do, and that
day shall be one of great pain and loss for me. But I shall give him every
care and he shall live safe and comfortable with me for as long as we are
given to share.
     He lies with me on the mornings when I have no place to go or to be,
and every time I happen to look his way, he is looking at me, and when our
eyes meet, he smiles with a genial benevolence that tells me clearer than
thoughts could convey that he loves me. Those eyes of his, I sometimes
wonder if our definition of what makes a being intelligent is too narrow
and sharp. We say that no being can truly be intelligent if they cannot
fully communicate with others as we do with our telepathic organs.
     On those mornings, I look into Lover's eyes and I think: Can you truly
hear me after all? Are you as intelligent as I, though bound forever within
the confines of your own smaller brain? All the experts say no, but still I
wonder.
     Oh, my pet, my lover, my dearest human...do you have a soul?

                             THE END
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