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Chapter Two: And Then There's the Ho

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

"When there are three girls that are friends there's always one sweet one, one smart one...and then there's the ho!" - Margaret Cho

***

It's always hard waking up to the sound of the phone after a hard day's fighting and a harder night's...but you get me. I felt the weight of Girl in my arms, felt her cuddle still closer to me for warmth as I stretched out a hand to grab the cell lying on the end table. We hadn't made it to the bedroom, the sofa in the main room having to serve as a sleeping place once we'd finally tired ourselves out. If it hadn't been for the adrenaline crash after the events of yesterday, I think I could have gone a lot longer than I did. For once, Girl and me ended up needing sleep about the same time. Usually I'm all restless, eager, ready to go even after I've worn out the poor, sweet bitch that I know full well I'm so lucky to own. Don't know why that is. For some reason, all us male morphs were made to be more virile, more charged with Freud's libido nonsense than our female counterparts. Guess it might be 'cause of the military applications that our kind had before we hit the public sector. I dunno. Made life in the barracks kinda awkward before I punched out my unit's human commander, though: bunch of always-randy, supposedly-straight males, with not a canomorph bitch for miles. High tension situation, no joke.

Looking at the time flashing on the cell as I picked up the flimsy thing in my heavy paw, I grinned as I saw that it was almost noon. Yeah, rough day yesterday indeed! But I was feeling revitalized already, the meat Girl had gotten into me, and the meat I'd gotten into her, helping my body set itself back into its proper working order. I didn't recognize the caller ID on the phone, somebody named Rebecca McMichaels, but I flipped it open anyway. Just glancing at the callback number I could tell it was from a nice part of town, and that meant that this call was about business. What sort of business, I'd find out soon enough.

"Spike's Junkyard," I said in my best business voice, trying my best to keep the usual intimidating growl out of my voice. "Spike speaking."

"Ah, yes," said the voice on the other end, a hesitant one that tugged at my instincts - if we'd been in the jungle, I'd have pegged her as prey right off, hesitant and fearful. "Hello Mister Spike. My name is Mrs. McMichaels, and I understand that you met my daughter yesterday."

"The carrot t-I mean, the girl with the red hair, chauffer named Miss Benny?" I recalled quickly enough, just barely stopping myself from slipping back into my usual way of talking. This lady was quality, however much she might sound like prey. She deserved some respect at least.

"Yes, that's my daughter Rachael," continued the woman, and I could hear the pride accenting her voice just as surely as if I'd been there in person. "She said that you saved her from a sticky situation. I want to thank you very much for that. Rachael is my pride and joy, you see, and I've tried so hard to bring her up right after her father passed on."

"Think nothin' of it, Mrs. McMichaels," I answered quickly enough, rolling my eyes. It's not like the kid, Rachael, had been in that much danger, whatever she might have thought. Miss Benny, stuck up bitch though she might be, could probably have cleared off those kids...probably. As I thought about it, I had to rethink my stance: Miss Benny, if she'd given those streetdogs the same tease she gave me, even a bit of sass, would probably have set them off. After all, morphs don't have any locks on fighting other morphs. On hurting other morphs. On killing other morphs. She'd probably have ended up getting raped right in front of her little mistress, Rachael. Probably not one of those things that the human girl needed to see in her life.

"Oh, but it means so much to me, that somebody would be so willing to help somebody that they didn't even know," the mousie lady on the other end of the line kept gushing. "And that's why, well...I've got a business proposition I'd like to make you. It's not every day that I can get the services of a real hero for something like this."

Now she had my full attention. While I wasn't going to be hurting for cash for a little while, thanks to the brawl of the night before, where I'd come back with a nice, fat wad of cash in my back pocket, I knew well enough that it never, ever hurt to have a little something extra stashed away for leaner times when (never if) they came.

"Happy to help out, Mrs. McMichaels," I replied, keeping my tone as businesslike as possible, now fighting off a predatory eagerness that threatened to overwhelm my reason. "What sort of business are we talking, and when do you need it done?"

"Well, you see, I read over your business card, the one you gave Rachael," continued the voice on the other end of the line. "And then I did a little checking up on the claims it made. You're very impressive, Mister Spike. The people I talked to say that you've got some very high performance ratings in your line of work."

That made me smirk. I couldn't help it, really. See, my business on the side, as I've said before, is the training of canomorphs with discipline problems (I only deal in dogs, bein' one of 'em), and in a bit of breeding as well. If she'd done any poking around on the Web, she'd have found the little site Girl maintains for me in her spare time. Girl's a fast learner, and she likes making videos. Especially videos of me balls-deep in a hot little bitch, filling her up with my sperm. If I were a keptdog, my sperm might run a couple cool hundred-thousand, easy. But as a freedog, rates are a lot lower, though the product is still prime, I assure you. And those little 'advertising videos' have netted me a fair number of customers. 'course, if Mrs. McMichaels had personally checked around with anybody in the know about my services, either for discipline or breeding, she'd also know that I delivered one-hundred percent on all counts. I kinda got the feeling from the accent of her tones that she'd probably only gone the latter route. Or if she had seen my advertising , she wasn't gonna bring it up - too conservative, like I pegged her.

"It's about my dogservant, Benita," Mrs. McMichaels, finally getting to the meat of the matter. "Ever since my husband died, she's been almost impossible to rein in. He used to be able to get her to obey him, to do her proper, normal duties, but once his presence was gone, she's been getting steadily worse. Now it's just too much, and I can't take it any more. I've been told by some of my friends that this sort of disciplinary problem comes from a lack of a strong male figure. They've said that sometimes breeding a rebellious female dog will bring her back into line, help to straighten her out. What do you think, Mister Spike?"

"I think your friends have a decent amount of sense," I answered, and not completely dishonestly, either - oddly enough, a lot of female morphs do tend to calm down after they've given birth. Something to do with hormones, I dunno. But that probably wasn't it in this case, though there was no way I was telling Mrs. McMichaels my suspicions. In this case, I figured out the problem pretty fast: Miss Benny had been playing bury the bone with Mister McMichaels, probably 'cause he couldn't get everything he wanted from Mrs. McMichaels. This also explained the lack of pups, coupled with her obvious knowledge of her own sexuality when she gave me that filthy tease at our first meeting: guy was probably sterile, but still had all the needs of a healthy male. Now he was gone, and the level of attention she was used to had dropped to zero, and she'd been getting steadily more antsy with every passing estrus cycle. Even if it's not a fertile breeding, a couple really good orgasms will usually quiet even the most rebellious bitch down for a while, and a few every day during heat times will usually help to get her through until she's out of the woods, so to speak. "My professional opinion, after having met Benita yesterday, is that you're doing the right thing in bringing her to me, and I believe that I can help you with your problems. Now, just to clarify, you're wanting me to do both discipline training and breeding services for your dogservant. Is that right? I don't want any miscommunication here, after all."

"That's right, Mister Spike," said the woman on the other end with all the determination of a dyed-in-the-wool prude finally deciding to give in to the process of losing her virginity. I could tell that she'd been agonizing over this for a while, so there must be some pretty serious issues going on here, or else I wouldn't have gotten this call at all. "When can you start work?"

"When can you get Miss Benny over here?" I replied with a grin that I just hoped didn't show in my voice over the line. "All I need are the permission and payment slips, printed off my website, with your signature on 'em both, and Benita, of course, and I can get going today, if that's all right with you. It'll take about two weeks, just to give you fair warning. No extra charges if it takes more time, though that's only for the worst cases."

"That's a while to go without a chauffeur," Mrs. McMichaels said with a bit of hesitation. "She's still a very good chauffeur, but that's almost the only thing she'll do for us now, as you likely know for yourself, when she didn't come to help out my darling Rachael. When that happened, I...I just knew that things couldn't continue like this any more. I'll have Rachael print out the forms for me - she's quite good with computers, you know - and have Benita drop herself off later today. Will four o'clock work for you?"

"On a Friday, Mrs. McMichaels? Should be perfect."

The conversation ended pretty quick after that. I could tell that Mrs. McMichaels was naïve, to say the least. She'd deliberately put her blinders on for so long, it took a major upheaval to her world to make them come off. An upheaval like her doted-on daughter getting harassed by a bunch of young morphs, and her dead husband's precious keptdog not lifting a finger to stop them. Woman wouldn't want to know any of the details, and I knew better than to talk about 'em. Or to ask her permission to post up any videos of the breeding of Miss Benny on my advertising site. It might not be considered pornography by the law, since it's just morphs and not humans, but that's the sort of stuff that a high-bred woman like McMichaels just wouldn't condone. So, do what I need to, but play it cool and soft when I'm anywhere she might see what I'm up to. However necessary it might be, I kinda doubted that she'd approve.

As I snapped the phone shut - I always have such a hard time paying attention to anything else when I'm on the phone - I almost ran right into Girl. My precious keptdog was up and wearing nothing but a loose-hanging bathrobe, some wet fur, a wagging tail, and a beautiful smile. Fresh out of the shower, and smelling pretty good (wet canomorphs don't smell like wet dog, no matter what our detractors might say). It was more'n enough to get my motor gunning, let me tell you. Not needing to work right then, and it being a Friday, I think that I'd have probably gone full out to do everything it took to make my honey as pleased as could be before the next fight bouts on Saturday night. But with business later that day, I knew I'd need to rest up, hard as that might be on the both of us.

"That collie bitch I told you about, Girl?" I began, getting a nod from her to go on. "Her mistress just called and wants me to do a full job on the bitch. She'll be here at four this afternoon."

The second time I said the word 'bitch' wasn't just a technical term. Oh no indeed, and Girl could tell right away in the tone of my voice. This was more than a little bit personal for me. She was wanting it as bad as me, maybe even more, but when I told her the news, there wasn't any disappointment. Instead, Girl grinned.

"Guess I'd better fix you a breakfast with lots of protein, huh?" she said with a teasing wink, turning and flicking her cute tail above that hot, plump butt of hers, mostly hidden by the terrycloth of the robe. It was the same sort of move that Miss Benny had pulled on me, the same tease that any bitchdog pulls when she wants to make a male randy, especially when she knows he's not going to get to tap the tail that's teasing him.

"Rrrr," I growled, walking up to slap that fine tush of hers, making Girl yelp, then shiver as I teased my sharp teeth along her tender ear, careful not to bite down hard. "Once I'm done with this job, I am so gonna make you walk funny for the next month."

"Promises, promises," Girl taunted, even while giving me that knowing look that told me she knew full well I'd make good on 'em, and was eagerly looking forward to it - the taunt was just to make sure I didn't forget. As if! "I'll get to work with the film equipment, too. Public or private?"

"Private collection stuff only," I said with a reluctant sigh. "Much as I'd like to let everybody know what I did to that stuck-up bitch, it'd probably make her mistress go into seizures. Conservative sort, you get me?"

"Gotcha," said Girl, the happiness just bouncing off her body as she went into the kitchen and cracked open a pack of bacon from the fridge. It's hard not to love somebody who's as happy as she is all the time. Only times that Girl's not happy is when it's really bad, and that's not often, so long as I'm there to take care of her. Hard I may be, but I'm not one for lethal violence, unless it's for Girl. Anybody makes her sad is dead, far as I'm concerned. Or seriously wishing they were. "You'd better get the training area in the back all set up while I'm at work in here, cleaning up the room. Busy day ahead."

Busy, all right. Busy, but satisfying. Little did I know, however, that the afternoon would be the start of the weirdness that's entered my life. And it's all the fault of crazy human bitches.

***

The sound of three loud honks out by the front gate brought a grin to my face as four o'clock rolled around. That's what the sign out front says for drivers to do to get my attention, and Girl and I'd just finished work around the place, tidying it up some. Girl's not much for heavy lifting, little as she is, so I had to haul around most of the bigger stuff in the training area, but she was happy enough to help sweep the place out once it was cleared. I made sure to get in my daily work in the meantime, though not enough to wear myself down and make me get slow - for a bitch like Benny, if she was gonna challenge my alpha rights in any degree, I'd need to be on my guard and ready for action. Just from my little encounter with her, I could tell she was already fully trained as a bodyguard. It's in the way she carried herself, telling me so clearly what she could do, and what she chose not to do, and not just in sexual terms. She'd also been telling me that, if I tried anything, she could beat me down. Cocksure, confident, probably too much so. She was a young adult morphbitch just asking for trouble with an attitude like hers. Thinking like that, it could be said that I was going to save her life, correcting her attitude before it got her seriously hurt, or worse.

Ambling out, dressed in my red cotton sweat pants, not bothering with a shirt, a string with a single shark's tooth hanging from it the only thing covering my chest, I hit the button to let the front gate slide open. Leaning against the outside of the large, enclosed booth near the front, where I did my business with the junkyard and Girl did her best to keep my books straight, I watched one truly fine piece of automotive machinery come sliding through. It was like watching a swan among ducks, comparing that beautiful limo to the wreckage of cars long dead all around the yard. Hitting the button again as it got all the way past the gate, I waved the yet-unseen driver around, along one of the many little pathways that led through the junkyard, guiding it out of sight. If that limo was going to be here for a while, I wanted it somewhere safe, where I knew it wouldn't be bothered. There was a loading area in the back, with mounds of junk piled up high all around, that made for a perfect little spot, isolated and undisturbed.

Grinning a bit as the limousine came to a halt in that out-of-the-way spot in the junkyard, away from greedy eyes and sticky fingers, I motioned for the driver to get out with one hand, the other going to my pocket, where I kept the choke chain and leash I was saving special for Miss Benny. Needless to say, I was a little bit surprised when, instead of the driver door opening, the passenger door suddenly swung open, catching me off-guard just as I was halfway to the limo. Not knowing what to expect now, I came to a complete stop, and just stood there, watching, as the familiar carrot-top from yesterday hopped out of the rear of the limo, followed soon after by a short-haired brunette and long-haired blonde, all of the same highschool age, and all of them wearing the same private school uniform: blazer, blouse and skirt. What the puss? Okay, this needed a proper explanation.

"Hey," I called in casual greeting, walking over to the trio of human girls that seemed to have hitched along with Miss Benny, who I gave a casual nod of greeting as the colliemorph pushed open the driver's door of the limo and then leaned against the side of the car, smirking at me in that smugly superior way of hers, made all the worse on those delicate collie features. "Good to see you again, Miss McMichaels," I properly greeted the carrot-topped cutie, who was now wearing a pair of rather thick glasses, and seemed to want to just melt into invisibility behind her two friends. "Kinda...didn't expect you here today."

"We thought it might be better if we gave you the paperwork in person," immediately answered the shortest of the three, a slightly plump Asian girl (she looked Japanese, actually, as I gave her a closer inspection) with short hair that gave her face a rather boyish appearance - it wasn't especially flattering, but I set it aside for now. Obviously something insisted upon by some meddling parent, to try and keep boys away. But judging from the brazen behavior of the girl herself, and from the way she was obviously checking me out with a grin that just spoke worlds of naughtiness, she wasn't the type to restrain herself. "I talked Rach here into coming in with Benny to supervise your discipline work, just to make sure you're doing it right. Me 'n Bird are here to provide moral support."

So that was their game. I didn't bother concealing the toothy grin such a blatant attempt to get a free sex show brought to my face. But I didn't add any additional comment, kinda guessing that would probably make the poor little redhead spontaneously combust of somethin'. All I did was hold out my paw.

"Got the paperwork?" I asked Carrot-top, who looked as though she wished she could just melt into the ground and disappear right then. She silently handed it over, and I gave it a quick perusal. Nodding as I saw that it checked out, all the waivers and signatures and everything looking just fine to me, I motioned to the four of them, before turning and starting to walk back towards my place.

"C'mon," I said behind me, letting my ears tell me if I was being followed. I was, so I didn't look back. The soft click-click of Miss Benny's own small feet and well-groomed blunt claws made as she walked in the rear of the little party of four confirmed that I was at least being followed by the one I needed for this to work right. I was relieved, actually: it meant that I didn't have to use the choke chain just then. It wouldn't have looked so good in front of four impressionable teenagers. Of course, I realized with a smirk, most of what I was gonna do to Miss Benny probably wouldn't have looked so good, so I just rolled it off with a shrug, letting the matter rest for now. I'd do what I had to, and if they didn't like it, they didn't have to watch.

Girl was waiting right in front of the gym I'd built out back of my place. It had been the remains of an old loading warehouse, though one and a half of the walls had fallen in when I'd first bought the property. That just made it easier to move in my equipment and furniture, and when I'd finished, I just built a wall to make the place half as big as it had been before, which was still more'n enough space for all my needs. The bouncy little spaniel's ears quirked in surprise as she saw the three human girls with me, but I just shrugged, grinning as I approached, and handed Girl the paperwork. As I did so, I noticed that she was holding the pamphlet Rachael had dropped the day before, and seemed to have been reading through it when I got back. Huh. Well, whatever.

"Say they wanna supervise," I explained shortly, making Girl nod in understanding. These three wouldn't be the first dogservant owners who'd wanted to sit in on a session, after all. They were the first highschoolers we'd had, but hey, I'm not picky. It's not like anything's gonna happen, after all. It's still illegal for morphs and humans to bone each other. It's not exactly bestiality any more, thanks to the work of Angel Lords, but it's got a hefty little fine attached, to say nothing of social taboos. You're not gonna make many respectable friends if you're known as a morph-humper. It's for this reason that I didn't give the three humans with me more'n a passing look. This business was already pretty heavily charged with sexual energy, and I didn't need any distractions that might throw me off. Especially if they threw me off in a direction that might end up really embarrassing for the humans involved.

"Through here, Miss Benny," I told the colliemorph tailing the group, moving to the side so that my body was blocking the path for the girls, letting them know without speaking that I wanted my bitch in there first.

"If you insist," replied the collie hottie with a tone of disdain, looking down her nose at me from behind those big mirrorshades of hers. She was still wearing her dark chauffeur's uniform, complete with bill-cap, the fit of it making her look dominant while still keeping her smoking hot femininity. She wore it like some women wear a dominatrix's outfit, and as she passed by me on the way into the training quarters, she gave me that same flick of her tail, along with an extra sway of her hips, sending a hefty dose of her heat-bound pheromones straight into my brain. Keptdog bitch was taunting me! Even now, when she had to know why she was there, what her mistress intended for her, and she was still daring me to do anything about it, still telling me without words that she was too good for me, that I'd never have her!

With a snarl no human could ever manage, I lunged forward after that teasing collie, my jaws snapping. She half-turned, her face registering shock, right before I seized hold of the loose ruff of her neck. For a moment I felt her try to twist, to get her center of gravity under me, her hands grabbing at my short-trimmed white coat, but I just shoved her forward to the wood floor of the training room's entryway, giving an extra push with my neck before I released my hold on her.

Benny hit the floor on all-fours, her hat and mirrorshades skittering off in different directions, and I was right on top of her a moment later. I heard her whimpering, pleading in dogtalk for mercy in a way that went beyond words - she'd been used to bullying around the human woman that claimed to be her mistress for so long that she'd forgotten what it was like to have somebody stand up to her, to properly put her in her place. It left her frightened, leaving her weak and almost helpless in my jaws as I closed them once more around the back of the scruff of her neck, this time with a far better grip. Holding her there, her body going almost limp in my grip, that sweet whimpering driving my lust as an alpha male, I pulled her up, so that her hands were only just barely touching the floor, her chest thrust out. This made it easier for me to reach around, grabbing hold of the front of her uniform, and tearing it open, sending buttons flying. Stripping this off, the white shirt beneath soon followed, and I exulted in the beautiful whimper of fear and arousal that came as I gripped her perfect, full breasts in my strong paws. They were amazing! Sensitive, too, as I instantly discovered with my first pinch to her deliciously pink nipples, making her squeal like a puppy, her hips gyrating in a needy circle as this more canine sound quickly turned into a womanly moan of needy pleasure. It had been a long time for her, and it was obvious that she needed what I was offering, and badly.

There wasn't any more resistance from Benny as I hauled her over to the low, triangular vaulting bench I'd set up before as part of my preparations, and cinched the special straps I'd had added long ago around her wrists. Her tail was up, her bottom wiggling towards me eagerly as she instinctively recognized a dominant male, presenting herself for my use and enjoyment. She knew what was coming, and now that I'd shown her I was male enough for her needs, she welcomed it like the greedy little bitch that she was. A flick of my fingers unbuttoned the loop circling her tail, and as I began to kiss my way down her neck and back, I unzipped her pants, peeling the front flap open as well. Kissing the base of her tail, making her moan in anticipation, my big paws caught the waistband and began to drag it her pants slowly down her legs, my blunt claws teasing the sensitive fell, or skin beneath her thick fur. That's one of the best things about collies: their sensitive skins. It was so easy to arouse them by touch alone.

Wanting to make that sense of touch even more acute, I pulled a black handkerchief from my pocket, tossing the choke chain aside as it popped free as well - I wouldn't need it. Folding the handkerchief, I slipped it over Benny's eyes, then knotted it firmly in place. This just made her start to go crazy with need, a need that got even more pronounced as I cinched straps around both her ankles, spreading her open nice and wide, leaving her exposed and utterly helpless.

Seizing hold of her tailbase, I hauled it even higher up, before I grabbed tight hold of her butt with my other paw, kneeling behind the collieslut, and buried my muzzle in her juicy sex. She was soaking wet! I hadn't even started, and she was already near to spurting all over. As an experiment, I decided to latch onto her lovebutton, giving it a good, hard sucking, and was rewarded with a series of the most intense orgasmic screams and jerks I'd ever seen in a bitch before. The girl was going wild! She even gushed all over the bridge of my muzzle, and nearly shook the vaulting bench right over. Next time I did this, I'd have to make sure it was attached to something.

No need to hold back. This was a wild bitch in heat, her needs as a female too long neglected, and anything else I might do would just be the nastiest sort of cruelty. Maybe I'm a bad person, but I'm not the sort to be needlessly cruel. As I stood, I shucked off my sweats, tossing them aside, ignoring the gasps I got from the audience I knew in the back of my head was watching so close by. Taking my white-skinned cock in hand, feeling the throbbing veins along its heavy length as I slotted the mushroom-shaped cap into place, I grunted, deep and throaty, as I plowed into Benny's hot cunt, taking her right to the hilt on the first thrust.

The effect was like touching a live wire, as Benny's whole body began to spasm, the squeaky-clean tailhole right above where I was boning her pulsing and tensing madly filled me in on another bit of information: this teasing little bitch had been expecting this. Craving it, really, as hot and eager as she was. As hot and eager as she'd gotten me. A test with my thumbtip told me she'd even lubed herself up back there, ready for anal use whenever I decided to nail that sweet butt of hers. This would make training her properly at once easier and a lot harder, depending on a number of factors. Factors which quickly vanished from my brain in a haze of lust-tinged red as I got another dose of randy female pheromones straight to the most primitive parts of my brain. Instead, I hunched over that needy, whimpering little bitch, and began to hump her, my hips pounding her fine, perfectly-toned tush like she was the last bitch on Earth. Her squeals of delight were sweet music to my ears as I reached around with both hands to resume mauling her breasts, using them as all the handholds I'd need as I kept hunching my hips, the sound of our slapping bodies filling the room, almost as loud as Benny's wails of ecstasy as I plowed her to climax after climax, mercilessly using her like her body demanded until my own pleasures caught up with me. If I'd tried, I could have held back, could have made her have to work for my orgasm. But I didn't feel like it, didn't want to hold myself back. Instead, I slammed my hips forward, the bulb at the base of my cock, too small to be a proper knot, swelling up to ensure that my cum stayed plugged inside of her as I came, pumping load after load of thick, rich, grade-A dogsperm into that bitch's ready, fertile womb. My muzzle clamped down on the back of Benny's scruff, and I exulted in the sound of her orgasmic howl as she began to spasm again and again, inner muscles contracting in spasmodic reflex, sucking up all of my sperm, not letting a single drop be wasted.

But I had a job to do, and much as I might want to, I didn't linger long in this moment of afterglow. It was a bit satisfying listening to Benny's surprised yelp as I popped my swollen cockbase free of her, letting some of my cum leak out. There'd be plenty more in the two weeks I had her, so I didn't see any need for saving it. Still rock hard, I walked around to her front half as she blindly lifted her muzzle, opening it for me and extending her tongue invitingly. I didn't leave her waiting long, gripping the underside of her jaw and neck with one big paw, the other holding my own cockbase as I fed her my swollen penis, right up to the hilt. She gagged as I bumped the back of her throat, telling me that, while she was experienced, and Mr. McMichaels had been well-hung, he hadn't been as long as me. Soon getting this under control, however, demonstrating her own self-discipline, the discipline that I was going to be training her to harness all of the time, and not just when she was made to by a dominant, sexually-powerful male, Benny began to eagerly milk my cock with her muzzle. It made me grin to watch her hollow out her cheeks as she sucked on me, her tongue working like mad on the underside.

"You're a cock-sucking slut," I growled to her, gripping her head between her ears, giving them an affectionate scritch, which made her tail wag at the compliment. "Lots of practice on your boss, huh?"

The sharp gasp that this comment brought from near the door made me wince a little. Shouldn't have said that, even as a taunt. I'd have to deny it later, just write it off as one of the put-downs I used to bring a bitch under control mentally, so that she'd be willing to listen to reason. Nothing unusual, not implying anything for real. But these thoughts also faded fast as I watched Benny start to bob her head nice and fast, pursing her lips into a nice, tight seal around my shaft, her whole body shaking with the movement, rocking the vaulting bench with her eagerness. This colliemorph wanted my cum bad!

Grinning at her eagerness, I decided to test her and myself, to see if I could outlast her. Still gripping her head with one hand, I reached back with the other, seizing hold of her fine furry fanny. I could see her eyes jerk open (she'd kept them closed before) at this, before they closed again, followed by a long, eager moan that vibrated up to the roots of my prick and down to the base of my balls as I roughly jammed two and then three fingers into her sloppy pink pussy. Her whole body began to spasm as I didn't stop there - I was brutal with her! Giving her hardly any time to prepare, save for the good humping I'd just given her, I began to saw my fingers in and out of that colliegirl's pulsing puss, even while my thumb gripped her anus like the hole of a bowling ball, spearing it open as well.

The sound of her juices squelching in my ears, I grabbed tighter hold on Benny's head, and began to pound my hips, no longer content to just let her go at her own pace any more. She was my bitch now, mine!, and I'd do whatever I wanted with her. Such dominance made the bitch's whole body start to tense up, while she moaned and whimpered in desperate need against my shaft, my heavy balls noisily slapping her chin with each of my brutal thrusts, each time making her gag, making her gasp for breath when I pulled back for a moment. There wasn't going to be any mercy for her from me. She was mine, and I frankly raped her face, or would have, if she wasn't so desperately eager for it. Slut!

My balls soon began to tense under this treatment, and she could sense it, bobbing her own head in time with my brutal thrusts. I was almost afraid of dislocating her jaw, but she didn't seem to care, so I decided not to either. That bubble at the base of my cock was swelling up again, and so I gave another hard lunge, popping it past her lips with a cruel jerk of my hand, forcing her lips wide apart as she did her best to work her tongue on that sensitive faux-knot until her jaw began to seize up from the exertion. But even as her muzzle started to go numb, my cock began to spasm, and then to gush another load of hot dogsperm right down her throat. I gripped her tightly, my fingers pounding her quim so hard her juices were spurting out around each thick digit, her greedy little cunny trying to suck my fingers in every time I jerked them back, just the same as her greedy little throat was gulping down every last drop of cumcream I was feeding her.

"You like that, huh?" I teased with a grin, my docked stub of a tail wagging in amusement as I pulled my penis slowly back, panting a little from the exertions of the last several minutes. "Like the taste of my cum?"

"Yes, master," Benny answered, without my even needing to correct her on how she should address me.

"You want me to stuff my cock under your tail now?" I asked next, knowing the answer even as her tail began to wag eagerly, making her whole butt wiggle.

"Yes, please, master," she exclaimed with an eagerness so sincere and complete it was almost embarrassing.

"All right," I growled, circling her, gripping her fine, toned buns in my big paws, feeling the strong muscles beneath, so well-trained for running, jumping, dancing, kicking. They were long legs, shapely, a little slender, and the rump to which they were attached was pert, tight, compact while still being easy on the eyes. "First, you apologize to your young mistress over there. You say how sorry you are that you were a bad girl, and tell her how you'll never do it again."

"B-but master..." Benny started with a light whine to her voice, only to have it cut off with a startled yelp as I brought my paw down on her butt with a loud slap. "Ah! Maaaster," she whined, before her head lowered in submission on her feeling my body tensing up again, ready to give another spanking. "I...I've been a bad girl, Miss Rachael," she said, her voice sounding with the very soul of contrition. "I'm sorry that I've been so hard for you and Mistress to handle. It's been so hard on me without Master around. I'll try to do better." She turned her head, then, as much as she could, to look at me through her blindfold, her expression eager even with her eyes covered. "Is that all right, master?" she asked. I just rolled my eyes.

"We'll try it again tomorrow," I said, giving her bottom a gentle pat where I'd spanked her before. "You still need to work on your sincerity. I think you know what you've been doing wrong, and what you ought to be doing instead, but I just don't believe you're ready to reform just yet."

"But...but...I did what you said, master," Benny whined, wiggling her hot buns in my paws, making me hot just watching her. "Please, master, I need your cock so bad. I'll do anything you want. Anything, I promise. I'll be a good dogservant; honest, I really will."

"We'll see if you deserve it by tomorrow," I said, releasing my grip on Benny's squirming little tush, having to exert all my willpower to hold true to my resolve. All the instincts of the reptile parts of my brain were pounding on my reason like a triphammer, and it felt like all the blood that should have been going to my grey cells was being diverted to my rock hard rod. But I didn't give in. Instead, I picked up my sweats and tugged them back on, though with a little difficulty since I was still standing at full erection, and likely would be for at least another six or seven orgasms. Orgasms that I would have to deny myself in order to properly tame this bad girl in the morning. "I'll be back in two hours with your dinner," I told Benny, leaving her bent over the bench, tied firmly in place despite all her desperate wriggling.

"Noooo!" she sobbed in desperation. "Please, master, don't leave me like this. I need you! I need you so bad! Master! Master, pleasssmmmm!"

With that, I silenced whatever she might have been about to say next by cinching a sturdy padded muzzle with attached gag into place over her head, making sure the bright red gag was properly and very firmly set in her mouth, so keep her from making too much noise.

"Once you've eaten, I'll put you in the kennel overnight, out in the back," I told Benny with a smirk as I watched her struggling desperately against her bonds, the first signs of unwillingness so far showing through. "You'll stay tied up, though - I don't want you getting your own rocks off while I'm not looking. Orgasms are something you'll earn through good behavior. They're a privilege, not a right." I reached down, giving her a friendly scritch between the ears, which were drooping in despair as she realized that I really was serious about what I was saying. "Cheer up. If you're good for another day or two, maybe I'll let you have just what you want. As a special treat. But only if you're completely obedient. Otherwise, you'll just have to stew in your own juices."

With that, I gave her an affectionate pat on that taut tush of hers, making her whimper all the more desperately, before I turned and started towards the door of the gym.

"You all wanna come with me?" I said nonchalantly to the three humans standing next to Girl, who was seated by the door with a laptop perched on her knees, busily adjusting something to the video feed of what she'd shot from the various cameras positioned around the room. "I'm gonna go grab some juice, get my fluids up again, then Girl's gonna cook us some steaks and steamed veggies." I glanced at Girl as she shut the laptop, finished with her work for the time being, and got her approving nod before I made my next offer. "We've got enough for you three, if you wanna join us for dinner."

Carrot-top and Blondie (Rachael and Bird, my polite part corrected quietly, though I mostly ignored it) just gaped at me, and standing as close as I was, I could smell the many strange emotions and sensations that were working through their young bodies and minds. The strongest of these was arousal, an overpowering demand by their bodies to receive the same treatment that they'd seen their fellow female just get. It was a very deep, instinctual sort of demand, completely devoid of any reference to reason or social mores, and it was these others that were causing the other emotions of confusion and embarrassment that I could also smell the pair going through, Blonde having more of the former, and Carrot-top more of the latter, as made sense for her naturally shy disposition.

The Asian girl, though, didn't have the scents of confusion or embarrassment at all. She was the shortest of the three - a tiny little thing really - but she was just full of a pluck that far outsized her small frame. She knew what she was feeling, and she accepted it without shame or remorse. Despite how forbidden it was, she'd just watched a morph nail another morph, and probably get the female pregnant, and she'd enjoyed watching. It had aroused her, and I knew before she next spoke that she wanted to watch it again.

"Are you going to be doing this a lot?" she asked, motioning vaguely towards where Benny still lay, bent over the bench, her legs spread far apart, tail hiked high to show off her desperately flushed cunny, framed by the soft white fur of her underbelly. "I mean, is this normal for, um, discipline training?"

Despite myself, I smirked at the questions. Even though she knew what she wanted, and was putting on a show of being the confident one of the three, this little hottie didn't have any more idea about how to talk about sex than they did, and most likely didn't have much more experience than her friends either. She was blustering her way through, though, and I didn't see any reason to call her bluff and embarrass her in front of her friends. Nothing worse of a turn-off, really, to the buzz of honest arousal than social humiliation.

"Yeah, probably," I said, gently using my body's presence to usher the three out of the door, letting Girl shut and lock it behind us. "Sorry, had to move out here; I don't want Miss Benny hearing what's on her training schedule. Makes it easier for her to try and outthink me," I added with a conspiratorial wink, making the girls giggle. "C'mon, we'll talk while we walk."

And so we did. It was a little awkward at first, with just me doing most of the talking, explaining about canomorphs and our behaviors. How Benny had been teasing me, daring me to 'be a man' with her body language, and how I'd responded like a proper alpha male to show her who was dominant in our relationship, to establish who was going to be giving orders, and who was going to be taking them.

"So...you're sort of like real dogs?" asked Rachael, surprising me with the question. It seemed that bringing up something akin to science had piqued her interest. "I mean, behavior-wise." She blushed as she realized how bold she'd been, and bit her lower lip in nervousness.

"You're gonna get chapped lips like that," I scolded teasingly as I pushed open the front door to my house, letting Girl go in first to head to the kitchen, while I pointed the girls towards the couch. "But yeah, in a lot of ways. A lot of our body language is canine, I guess, though it's more complicated, since we're human too. It takes some practice to read it right if you're a human or a dog, but it just comes naturally to us canomorphs. I've heard it's about the same with other morph breeds. Sort of this...secret language, I guess, that only one type of morph can understand naturally, without needing any training. It's no good for the finer points of communication, but I've been able to get along just fine with canomorphs from Russia, Korea, and Saudi Arabia without knowing a word of their languages."

That got Bird (the name was short for Bridgette) interested, and Yoko (the Asian girl's name) as well, so I explained some of my work in my teens, while I'd been "owned" by a lieutenant colonel in the United States Army, along with several other squads worth of canomorphs. He was our master, or so we'd been trained, and we'd done what he'd told us to do, no matter how petty or incompetent he might be. We even had our protocols, the ones keeping us from hurting humans, relaxed through careful conditioning, so that we could kill on command if needed. Did something awful to us, though. Some of us never really got over the trauma of being trained how to kill humans, the forbidden master race. Me it made bitter, mean, and eventually I couldn't take it any more, especially not from a man that had managed his position mostly through political connections, working with military canomorphs being considered a very prominent position at the time, and an easy way to get noticed and promoted still further. And what made it worse, he had sex with us regularly. Not the kind, gentle sort, either. Our "master" was a petty tyrant in the bedroom as much as on the field of battle. I was one of the squad sergeants, and so I had to soothe hurt feelings and patch injured bodies after he'd finished with us, either through poor treatment or incompetent orders. Finally, though, "master" went too far.

"He tried to rape Pal," I explained as I stretched out my arms along the back of the couch where we were sitting, smiling a little to myself as I noticed how the three girls, Bird and Rachael on one side and Yoko on the other, scooted closer to me as I did so, like chicks under their mother's wings. "Pal's...he was the company mascot, you could call him. Sweetest-natured huskyguy you ever met. I still see him sometimes, and he's doing all right now. He got adopted by Angel Lords herself, from what he tells me, and he works with her other dogservant, Ambrose, a tough-looking Doberman. He'd never hurt anybody, not even under orders - it's just not in his nature. He even sleeps with a stuffed husky doll the company got for him when we were on leave once." I smiled at the memories, before my face hardened. "Then the man we were supposed to call master got Pal alone, and was starting to abuse him. I came in, and told him to stop. He ordered me to get out, so I hit him." I shrugged a little, my arms coming down gently on top of the shoulders of each of the three girls, my touch unresisted. "Knocked him out cold, too. That started a big scandal, once it came out that the lit-col had been screwing the pooch, literally, and it meant a dishonorable discharge for him, after a couple years of appeals in court. But that was also the end for me. For Pal, too, or at least that's what we thought. They moved us both out of duty and onto the killblock. I did my best to keep him comforted, but he cried a lot in there all the same. That's where I met Girl, too." I shrugged. "She'd been neutered before her master threw her away, so the wardens didn't see any point in keeping her separate from us males.

"We were just lucky, I guess, that our genes are so expensive. That's what made 'em wait so long, deciding what to do with us. That gave Angel Lords enough time to shut the killblocks down for good, to say nothing of getting those of us in 'em out and settled with a bit of money to get us back on our feet. So I settled here with Girl, and I think I've done all right for myself."

"It sounds like a tough life," said Bird, now resting her head right up against my chest, while Rachael was leaning forward, letting me rub her back with my paw. "But you're doing all right now?"

"Yeah, all of us, or so I've heard, when last I checked," I answered, giving Yoko a grin as I noticed the sulky look she gave the other two while she cuddled up against my side, my big arm wrapped around her. I could tell right away, by scent as much as body language, that she'd probably have started to hit on me if she knew how to start it. "The junkyard pays the basic bills and the insurance, and I do some dogfights on the side for our groceries. But the big money maker I've got is discipline training and, especially, breeding services."

"Weird," said Rachael, looking up at me a little sleepily, her face a bit flushed. The girls must have had a big day at school, and now they'd just had the intense rush of watching a savage, bestial mating on the grounds of an old junkyard, completely on the sly from their parents (unless I missed my guess, which I was pretty sure I didn't), so it wasn't any wonder that they were tiring out. Well, that Bird and Rachael were tiring out. Yoko's brain was still churning too much for her to settle down properly. "People pay you money to...mate with their female canomorphs?"

Of course Rachael blushed when she said the word, and it got Bird and Yoko to giggling, which just made my eyes roll. Sex, to them, was still just the subject of dirty jokes, Cosmo magazines, sex ed classes, and "the Talk" as delivered in the most vague, hesitating manner by reluctant parents. Everybody claimed they were doing "it," but nobody would talk about "it," mostly because the ones making the claims didn't know anywhere near as much as they claimed.

"Yeah, that's the sum of it," I answered the question as normally as I could. "It's can be a lot of fun, or a real pain in the rump, depending on the female I'm paired up with."

"How was Miss Benny?" asked Yoko, her eyes lighting as she looked for juicy details, sensing a point of potential exploitation.

I leaned my head back, looking up at the ceiling in thought before I next spoke.

"Well, she's...is that the first time any of you've ever seen people having sex?" I suddenly asked, breaking off as a thought hit me. "Movies and stuff count."

All three girls shook their heads, and Rachael looked about ready to sink into the couch, if my paw wasn't soothing her a little with its steady rubbing.

"On your website," she explained, not looking at me. "I looked it up on your business card right after I got home, and then Yoko wouldn't leave me alone until I'd shared it with her, and then she shared it with Bird."

"Then you've got some comparison right there," I said with a relaxed grin, steadily ignoring the erection in my pants that hadn't abated one bit since we'd left the gym. Thank goodness for loose sweats! "Benny's got a lot of tension built up, but she's not a bad person. She just needs to be shown what she's doing wrong, then shown how much better it feels to be good and well-behaved and obedient."

"You mean she's not getting enough sex," said Yoko with a grin like the cat that ate the canary, knowing that she'd nailed my meaning right on the head, and setting off the three of them into another, though shorter, bout of giggles.

"Yep, pretty much," I agreed once they were mostly back under control. "Probably made worse by your home situation, Rachael. Your mother's kinda strict, isn't she? I mean," I frowned, looking for the words, "she's not really free with her emotions, right? Kinda disapproving...a prude?"

"Yeah," Rachael agreed, grinning at last as I called her mother a prude. "If it weren't for Yoko and Bird, I don't think I'd be able to go out and have any fun. Yoko, actually, is the one who came up with the idea of us coming here, and I'm really glad that she did." She looked at me with her large, sincere eyes, and I knew that the words she next said were meant straight from her heart. "It's...a lot better in real life."

It was at this point that Girl showed up with the steaks and steamed veggies, with mashed potatoes on the side. Done perfectly, like always. Before she sat down herself, though, Girl gave me one of those looks that told me pretty clearly that she and I needed to have a serious talk, and soon. So while the girls were eating, she excused herself to clean up a bit in the kitchen. A few minutes later, I excused myself to wash my hands.

When I arrived in the kitchen, pulling the curtain shut behind me, Girl just looked at me without saying a word, and then handed over the pamphlet that I'd picked up from the ground when it had fallen out of Rachael's pack. I looked at Girl, and then I looked at the brochure, which I noticed was rather thick, one of those that was meant to fold out a lot, while being able to compact down into a pretty small space. It was well-worn, and I immediately saw that it had been read and reread numerous times. My eyes moved up to the title, and my jaw immediately dropped.

'Comfort With Canomorphs,' the brochure read in bold letters at the top, and then, in smaller print, 'Finding love in your relationship with the morphs in your life.' Below this was a black and white sketch of a human girl who looked to be in her late teens and quite pregnant passionately kissing a Doberman Pinscher canomorph full on the muzzle. The way the sketch was done made it a little harder to tell, but after some thought, I realized that I knew both of the characters on the front. The dobiemorph was Ambrose, Angel Lords' personal dogservant, and the girl was almost definitely Mercy, Diane Lords' own daughter! The pictures had to have been drawn from something dated about ten years ago, judging from my memories of the two subjects when I met them in person, but they were too accurate for me to make that big a mistake.

I turned it over, and noted with raised eyebrows that it was put out by Diane Lords, as part of her campaign for equal morph rights. Turning it over again to the front, I flipped the brochure open and started to browse. Browsing soon turned to full-on reading as I felt the heavy weight tenting my sweats start to throb all the more with painful neediness. The brochure started out innocently enough. Not long ago, I laid out the state of the world as everybody knows it, with human population numbers dropping drastically and morph numbers rising modestly. The brochure then went on to reveal some facts, with references, that I hadn't known, such as projected future changes in population. The information was grim, to say the least, at least for humans. For the rest of the world, less so, since the pressure that so much excess population had put on Earth's ecosystems was now suddenly relieved, and morphs were steadily filling in the slack, but with far less ecological impact. We were described as adopted children of Earth, made by humans as their way of reuniting with the natural cycles of the planet, a connection which for too long humans had lost.

It was at this point that I realized that the brochure was written for women. This dawned on me as I was reading the next section, which talked about how that lack of connection had caused so much brutality, especially by men, usually on those weaker than themselves, and most especially on women. A quick flip back to the opening part, where I'd still been browsing confirmed this target audience, with a special focus on young women. Going back to where I'd left off, the brochure soon drew two conclusions which I had not. The first I might have been thinking, at least unconsciously, which was that Earth was actually better off without so many men around. The second, though, floored me, and made my brain reel against its vat-spawned conditioning: human women were better off choosing morphs as partners, including - and perhaps especially! - as sexual partners.

Up until this part of the brochure, the pictures had been mostly sketches of viruses and charts of world populations and that sort of thing. Technical information, enough to let a casual reader get what was going on without having to pore over the entire text. But now I turned the page once more, to see a naked felimorph male and an equally naked human female hugging each other closely. It was just a drawing, and they were pressed so closely together that the nudity was tasteful, not showing anything, but it was lifelike enough that I knew it had to be drawn from a real model, either a photograph or an actual couple posing like that. My mind still thoroughly blown, I flipped through the rest of the brochure, just to glance at the pictures, seeing one of a skunkmorph and a human strolling down a beach, facing away from the viewer; of a ratmorph smiling in a teasing, charming way at his human lover reclining on rumpled sheets as he crouched dominantly over her and she blushed, eager and excited, like a young bride, their hips touching in obvious union or very near-union; and, near the back, one of a wolfmorph mounted in savage dominance on an obviously willing and eager human female. In each case the subjects were tastefully nude, even in the last one, with the limbs of each subject subtly blocking the view of the pertinent areas, the style of drawing making the tone gentle, soft, easy on the eyes. I noticed that the last picture, especially, of the wolfmorph and his lover, was well-worn and had seen much use, the page obviously having been folded over for extended periods.

Stunned, I continued to read, only some of the content actually filtering actively into my churning brain. Something about how morphmales were engineered to be caring and loving partners, and that it transferred over to our role as lovers as well. How our male offspring would be morphs like us, while the females would take after their mothers. How we were built for sex, and because of the potent pheromones we constantly gave off women would enjoy it just as much as us, thanks to the changes those pheromones produced in body chemistry. Through it all, one realization kept coming back up: this was Rachael's. She'd obviously been the one to so heavily read it through, and so many times. There weren't that many reasons why she'd have it folded open to a picture of something like that for extended periods, and the reason that presented itself first to my fevered imagination just made me ache between my legs, forcing a whimper from my throat despite myself. I should have kept going with Benny, shouldn't have held off to make her more needy in the morning. It was affecting my thinking, messing with my head, my body. The tension was going to drive me crazy.

Folding the brochure back up, I looked up and found Girl was no longer there. That just showed how out of it I was, if Girl could sneak off without my noticing. I always noticed when Girl did anything: watching her wiggle when she walked is one of my constant joys in life. With my mind feeling like it was burning up and the front of my sweats about to rip at the seams, I stepped out to find that Girl was standing by the door with our three visitors, chatting with them happily, the food on the table finished, save for my own hardly-touched plate.

"Abu should be here in a few minutes to take everybody home," Girl told me as I approached, naming the Saudi ratmorph who ran the local cabbie hack, her tail wag-wagging happily as she looked up at me, obviously hoping for praise for having done a good job. It was easy to grin at her, giving her bottom a gentle, affectionate squeeze, which she pressed back into, before I turned my attention to the girls.

"So, what did you think about watching your first live breeding and training session?" I asked with a casual shrug. Immediately I could tell that the trio hadn't been idle while Girl and I had been in the kitchen, as they traded a glance, and then began to giggle. The giggles didn't last long, though, indicating even more that they'd already steeled themselves for being as serious as they could in their response.

"We were wondering, Mister Spike," said Yoko, still acting as the group's speaker, since she seemed to be the one most confident when it came to sex, "if you'd let us come back tomorrow. Rachael usually spends Saturday at the library, Bird's soccer practice got cancelled for finals week, and I don't have a thing on my schedule."

Before I could answer, I heard the three honks of Abu's cab out front, the distinctive sound of that car's horn too unique for me to mistake. I motioned for them to follow as I led, opening the door and walking out towards the front of the junkyard.

"Yeah," I said as I punched the button to open the front gate. "The three of you show up whenever you like. I'm gonna get started around six in the morning, so any time after that'll be fine."

"Six in the..." Yoko started, but Bird cut her off, sticking out her hand.

"I'll be here," she affirmed with a solid nod as I took her hand, feeling her surprisingly strong grip. It was pretty obvious she was quite the athlete, and I started to pay attention to her as we stood there, hands clasped in the falling darkness of early night.

"Not me," protested Yoko. "Me'n Rachael be here after lunch. Maybe around noon or so."

Rachael didn't object to this, and so I just grinned at them both, giving them both handshakes in their turn. As I shook Rachael's tiny hand, though, I held on a bit longer, and then pulled her towards me. She looked up in some alarm, her eyes wide, a scent at once fear and arousal - or perhaps fearful arousal - hitting my sensitive nostrils, setting off all sorts of predatory instincts, just like the sound of her mother's voice had done, but with a strong spicing of even more carnal instincts as well. But all I did was press the brochure into her hands.

"See you all tomorrow," I said, not giving her time to do more than look down at the brochure, and then back up at me, her cheeks flushed a bright red as she realized what it was, before I turned and walked back to where the gate button was, giving the trio the distance they needed to make their escape to Abu's cab, and through it, back to their homes. The sound of the gate closing as I hit the button again drowned out the sounds of the girls' voices, but I could see Yoko and Bird looking at the brochure that Rachael was holding, and could see the knowing looks on their faces as they remarked on it. They knew what it was, and all three of them now knew that I knew as well. What that might bring, of course, would have to wait until tomorrow.

"Girl," I called out as I neared the house, Girl promptly poking her head out of the door. "Go get me some ice water. I need to soak my plums. I've got a case of blue balls like you wouldn't believe."