I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 12
A collaboration by earbender and I.
I sighed, the bad emotions slowly draining away as my... mate... embraced me. But I couldn't help myself. I had to ask. Sniffling for a second, I looked up at him and asked "Natan, do you really love me?"
He looked back down at me, sort of shocked for a moment. "Larry, you are the bitch of my dreams," he replied, looking very serious, and began to lick and nuzzle my ears as we held each other close. Then he pulled back and added softly "I'm sorry you're mad I got you pregnant, but I'll do everything I can to make up for it, okay?"
And then he looked me in the eyes with his deep blue ones, and nose booped me.
I just stared at him. But then I had to laugh and shake my head. I couldn't believe Natan. I mean, it was an alien culture, but at least I could tell when he was being honest with me.
"Fuffers, I don't know what to do with you," I whispered, shuffling my feet and looking down. Then I looked back up at him, my tail wagging a little, and I licked him on the nose. "But thanks for being here for me."
He hugged me, crushing my beaded nipples against the soft leather of his party costume, and I pressed my head there too, listening to the rapid strong beat of his heart. I whimpered softly, not able to help myself. I was going to be having this guy's puppies, unless I aborted, and not a small number of them. I sighed. Well, at least Natan really did seem to be a good man. For a professional breeder.
And I really did feel like I needed him right now. After the last three days of intimacy we just had together, it was pretty damn obvious that we could share anything between us. I mean, when a guy comes inside you it doesn't get more intimate than that...
And I flashed back on how much I had enjoyed him breeding me, and those warm butterfly tingles once more settled in my underbelly, and I couldn't help but just barely whine a little as I felt and smelled myself grow a little wet...
I was horny, but it didn't have the overwhelming immediacy I had felt when I was in heat and Natan was breeding me. I felt excited, and happy, like on a good date. Not in heat, perhaps, but quite definitely ready for sex.
I stroked up across my two lines of nipples, making them all come erect as I felt tingling warmth fill my teats, and I smiled at Natan in a come-hither sort of way, and he took the hint in a heartbeat, his tail wagging furiously behind him.
This wasn't like when I had been in heat, and I needed it. No, I wanted it. More than that, I wanted the intimacy of making love to Natan. He was the father of my children, and he was in love with me...
I sighed, grinning, then swirled myself around and sashayed seductively towards the bed growling playfully "Come on, stud!" Natan's eyes were riveted on my swishing tail and he had been moving to follow me, but then he stopped. He rumbled "Larry, don't call me that. I love you. I didn't get you pregnant for the money."
Oh, crap. I'd hurt his feelings again. Why did I keep doing that? I didn't want to. It wasn't just that Natan loved me, it was also... that I was really beginning to love him? I put my hand-paw to my lower belly and rubbed the fur there, over the place I thought my womb should be. Children. We where going to have children together. Out of love.
Well, okay, his love and my ignorance of Vroufling biology, but still...
I turned and went back to him, seductively wagging my tail. I told him "Fuffers, I'm sorry if that word hurt your feelings. I didn't mean it that way. You're way too good to me." I nose booped him and he wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me in return.
"Let's take off our clothes," I suggested, and we both took off our entertainers' outfits carefully, to avoid spoiling them, but wasting no time for all of that. We stood naked before each other then, both of us suddenly giggling for no reason, then Natan reached his hand-paw down between my legs and cupped my pussy.
Melting pleasure shot through me at that touch and I whimpered softly, breathlessly. I mean I was already a little wet, but all at once I felt again that sudden need to have something fill that space inside me, and then he was kissing me and licking my muzzle as he tickled and rubbed the lips of my pussy. The need to be penetrated overwhelmed me and I backed away from Natan, throwing myself down upon that opulent Elizabethan bed. "Please, fuck me," I begged, raising my knees into the air as I spread my legs wide, burning with lust for him.
"Show me your tail and I'll be under it 'fore you can kink it crooked," he growled, teasing. He crouched close and reached out to flip me over and I said "Natan, I want to do it missionary style, so I can see your face as we make love."
"What's a missionary?" he asked, looking confused.
"Oh, it's not important," I replied. "Missionaries are humans who go off to distant countries and tell the people there about all the things they're doing wrong. It's very popular on Earth."
Natan rumbled "Got it. Missionaries are people who run around and teach other people new ways to have sex. Works for me!"
I smiled up at him and began to play with my soft, fluid and heavy teats, my big mommy nipples stiffly erect and that familiar warm sensation flooded through me. I licked my nose in wonderment at the feeling, thinking of what it might be like to nurse our puppies when the time came for that...
Natan moved closer and leaned over me, bracing his arms on the bed as the thick soft fur of his belly tickled sensuously against my own. He kissed me and at the same time I felt the tip of his penis touching me, probing gently for the right spot. He quickly found it and my breath caught half-sobbing as his tip slithered teasing between my folds then dropped deeper, claiming its place inside me with a tiny triumphant thrust.
He rocked his hips and thrust deeper, not waiting, and I arched my back and cried out as I felt the warm, firm length of his erection sliding all the way up my slick, sensitive vagina. A surging wave of pleasure poured through my body as I felt his manhood stretching apart my insides, deliciously filling me until he was hilted in me, his balls and sheath pressed up tight against my cunt.
Oh God, just feeling that made being turned into a Vroufling bitch okay. "Fuffers I love you," I murmured, my eyes partly closed, my head tossing helplessly at the sensation of his manhood completing my needful sex...
"I love you too Larry," he said, and then he pulled back and thrust again.
"Oh, fuck," I whined, and then I was twisting and whining and making those small cute girl sounds I always did when I got laid, my tail thumping on the bed and my titties bouncing and shaking to his motions as he let me have it.
God it felt so good to be fucked as a Vroufling bitch... and it made me wonder once again if I had been deliberately designed to be this way...
And so I squirmed and thrashed beneath him as he knotted me and rocked me with his big-ass malamute doggy dick, his love-making almost causing me to beg him for mercy as the heat and pleasure in my pussy spread tingling through the rest of me, growing more intense minute by minute.
And it was the expression of determination on his face that really took my heart! He looked so serious about what he was doing. It made me wonder if I had looked that way during sex back when I had been a guy. Probably, I thought.
I was caught by surprise as we both came at the same time, his penis pulsing out his semen into me as my vagina quiver-clenched tight around it and I yipped out sharp yips of ecstasy... and he growled over me in joyful male release.
Then I was blinking and looking up at him again... and I couldn't help but smile as he smiled back down at me, his cock still knotted and twitching inside me in that wondrous canine way. This was the guy I was going to have children with, and his love for me was total... and I was really beginning to think that I had no problem with that. Because I was feeling the same way too. Willing to go through anything for the cause of true love.
"Oh Fuffers, thank you for making me a mommy," I said, rubbing the fur over my belly as I smiled up at him, thinking of the puppies growing within me. He smiled back and kissed me. "Anything for you, Larry," he replied.
I smiled contentedly as I imagined myself breastfeeding our new litter of puppies, my tail wagging as Natan petted and licked me. I wondered how hard it was going to be to give birth to all those little puppies, but I figured Vroufling bitches did it all the time, so I should be able to handle it too.
We cuddled into each other, but eventually his knot grew soft and he pulled out of me. "It was fun to watch your expression during sex!" he laughed. "You looked kind of... well... confused."
I grinned. I imagined so!
"You're a bad dog, Natan!" I growled. "Leading poor gender-bent human replicates astray with your raunchy seductive wiles!" I reached out and pulled him closer to me, dragging us both to a comfortable resting place atop the bed-covers, then I burrowed my muzzle in the thick gray fur of his neck ruff and sighed, relaxing there. Natan's tenseness faded too, and gradually our breathing slowed. Soon we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I had this really weird vivid dream that I was at a theme park with Natan, some kind of Disneyland type place, full of music and rides and costumed animals and horrible food. But we did have a great time. In my dream I was still a Vroufling bitch, not a human.
We woke up the next morning to a knocking at the door. I yawned, surprised to be waking up after a party without a hangover, but then I recalled how I had insisted on fruit juice for our children's sake. Natan and I looked at at each other in confusion, for a second, and then Natan took his arms from around me and said "I'll get it." He got out of bed and I followed him, and I couldn't help but sigh as I watched his strong male body from behind as he walked to the door. I was so much in love with him...
Natan-daddy! I thought, swishing my tail and going all melty inside.
I guess it was my now-female brain, but I really did seem to be a lot more emotional now, as a girl.
I guess I had a lot more to learn about being a girl... or a woman. I didn't really want to, but then, this was my new life now.
Natan opened the door and there was Lewis, his classic black business suit looking disheveled.
Lewis looked so comically hung-over it was unreal. It was like seeing an unhappy Satan. And the scent coming off him....
I sniffed at Lewis. Yeah, he was covered with the scent of Vroufling bitch and sex. I grinned at him. "Lewis! You dog!" I exclaimed, and laughed a yipping laugh as lurid speculations surged through my brain. Lewis laughed with me and replied "Hey, you never get too old!" Then he changed the subject, telling us "Come on guys! The party's over. Now we have breakfast and music to make."
"Let me get some clothes on," Natan rumbled in is deep bass, and he closed the door with our boss still on the other side. He licked me on the nose and we went to our pile of discarded clothing, where I puzzled carefully over my scanty skirt and beaded... thing, trying to remember how to put them back on. Natan had to help me, in the end, and while we where doing that I smiled to myself, thinking of Lewis and his telltale bitch-sex scent again. God, that encounter had been so funny...
I put on the jade-glass fox pendant last, and as we walked back to the door I thought aloud "I wonder what's for breakfast?"
"A Yenta hangover potion," Lewis muttered from the other side. He pulled the door wide and we stepped through it, then Lewis squeezed between us and draped one arm across Natan's shoulders, and the other across mine. He leered at me, then at Natan, then he licked his lips and whispered softly "A hangover potion... and profit!"