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By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Seinfeld 1999

Blogisode 3:

A little longer to get this blogisode out than I wanted, but I guess a post is better than none.

Last time, I talked about the senses of morphs, and how they differ from those of humans. More importantly, I talked about how our senses influence our culture and society. Sex, naturally, is a big part of that societal picture, and I used an impromptu breeding party as my example of how sense and sex mesh for us morphs.

I'm really not sure what would happen if a morph didn't have a sense of smell, either because of injury or genetic mutation. The second of the two hasn't happened yet, as far as I'm aware, since first gen morphs are made under exacting conditions, and failures don't even make it out of the vat, and the first...well, let me take a moment or so to check.

Turns out there are a few morphs that don't have a functional sense of smell. My research brings up a few who're willing to talk about their experiences online, and the results are pretty interesting. According to these morphs - two of them, actually, both stuck that way after accidents during combat - they're pretty much blind to a lot of morph social cues. It's about as close to being a human as we can get, I guess. These crippled morphs have had to adjust, but they're seen as socially awkward, and miss a huge amount of vital information that tells them how they're supposed to act and when. Think of the most socially awkward human you've ever met, you know, nerds, weirdoes, borderline sociopaths, people that just don't get what other people are all about, who can't seem to get outside of themselves. That's what the whole world is like for these morphs.

Honestly, the thought of living my life like that shakes me right down to my pawpads.

Back to more pleasant topics, since I mentioned my friend Caprita getting her cherry popped in the last blogisode, I guess something that humans wouldn't know much about is the maidenblade. Maidenblades are a morphmade item, something manufactured by and for us. It's a tool that makes so much sense, but something humans never seemed to consider - a way to make a female losing her virginity quick and very close to painless.

The entrepreneurial morph who first made maidenblades is named Fizz, and she's about the most friendly and peppy little orange tabby felimorph you can imagine. Honestly, she's a total ditz, and I should know, since we spent some time in the same training facility - we were roomies. Her human owners were a lot more lenient than mine, but they still wanted her to have some basic training, even if she was a cat. For me, having her around was sort of like having a security blanket or a teddy bear, somebody I could snuggle at the end of a hard day and whisper stuff to after lights out. Ditz or not, Fizz is the best listener I've ever met, and one of only a few people I'd trust with my life. Well, provided she didn't fall asleep on the job, of course - felimorphs just can't help themselves sometimes.

Fizz was the keptmorph for a nice little family, and the father was a computer engineer, very successful guy. When the question came up about whether or not morphs were allowed be property, her human family promptly let her free, set her up, and then hired her on as an official maid, or at least as official as anything gets with morphs. It was a little bit after she was freed that she got in touch with me again, and we started talking via the morph-only chatrooms maintained by this nice Spanielmorph named Girl somewhere out East. During a public chat session, the subject of sex came up, and how rough it was on us morphgirls. Morphboys are pretty big between the legs as a rule, and getting slipped that much pure beef all at once can be a little intimidating, especially if you're a virgin. Lucky for us girls, morphboys get taught early how to be gentle, and the bigger the morphboy, the gentler he's likely to be. Still, the situation could be improved. That was when I brought up my first time experience.

Like a lot of morphgirls, my first time was at the training kennels, which was also where I was going to be bred for the first time once my owner got around to arranging it and paying the stud fee. Me and Fizz were just finishing up our daily jog, and like most morphs when we can get away with it, neither of us wore anything besides a sports bra to keep the bouncy goods from getting too much out of control. Fizz had picked up the habit from me, since I hate clothes, but she was always adorably shy about it. Which is weird, as I think about it, since she's totally chill when she's completely naked, and perfectly fine when she's completely clothed. Whatever.

Anyway, while we were making our rounds, taking the air, I couldn't help but glance over every so often at all the boymorphs also doing their shifts. A few of them were wearing tight stuff, shorts only for the most part, showing off that nice bulge between the legs, but most were completely in the buff. Horny teenager like I was then, decanted for less than a year, I got drooling right away, and didn't make any secret that I was checking the boys out. Since the two of us were the only morphgirls in the gym at the time - not that unusual, really, since there's, like, a third as many morphgirls as morphboys worldwide, if that - it was only a matter of time before every eye in the place was on us, and especially me. I made sure of that, swaying my hips, wiggling my butt just that little bit extra, just to make sure I made it crystal clear that I was in the mood. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a tease when it counts - we canomorphs _ hate_when we get mixed signals, since it throws off our social awareness to a degree humans can only begin to imagine. That sort of stuff just leads to serious problems, so teasing usually only gets done by canomorphs that spend too much time around humans, and not enough around other morphs.

Coming to the end of our run, I stepped off the track, Fizz next to me, her whiskers fanned, ears down, the very picture of adorable embarrassed kitty. Me, I pulled by sports bra over my head and tossed it over my shoulders, before scooping up a towel to buff my sweat-slick fur off. The morphboys, two stallions, three bulls, a bear, and what looked like an eaglemorph, were all gathered around the door to the showers, watching us with those hungry eyes and hard cocks that said so much more than any words ever could. They didn't approach, though, didn't get too close, at least not yet. Fizzy was kinda shy and timid right then, and the morphboys didn't want to scare her, certainly didn't want to hurt her.

Earlier I said I wasn't a tease - when it counts. There's a place for teasing, though, and young and dumb and horny as I was, I could still tell that this was one of those spots, just enough to build up some kindling for when the last spark set off these horny morphboys. Turning a little, I grabbed Fizz on her butt, making the cute tabbycat give a squeakmeow of surprise. Her green eyes, already pretty big, bigger than most felimorphs, got cartoonishly _huge_when I pulled her close and kissed her, right there, in front of all those eager-eyed morphboys, my plump cleavage and dark nipples squashing up tight against Fizz's cute little girlytits. At first she wriggled and meowmumbled something about how they could see everything (which was the point, silly kitty), but all it took was my squeezing Fizz on her tight buns then rubbing them around, spreading them so the males behind her could get a good look, and she melted into the kiss almost right away. Fizz's butt has always been her weak spot, and she loves it when she's petted on her kitty hiney, getting some atavistic comfort from it, I guess, like how a kitten relaxes when it's being groomed down there by momcat.

Up to that point, I'd never kissed another girl. I guess it was then that I discovered I kind of liked it. Kind of, nothing - I loved it! Before, I'd done a little experimentation with a few morphboys I knew, but nothing too serious, nothing too heavy. A little mutual masturbation was usually as far as we ever got, though I did have a pretty hot-'n-heavy sixty-nine session with this precious bunnyguy, maybe about my height, but only if you included the ears. What can I say? I love sucking off morphs based on the traditional "prey" species. That, and the little guys tend to be some of the most "productive" of all morphs, and I can't help but enjoy the taste of fresh-squeezed cum from a healthy male.

Fizzy was just starting to really get into it, kissing me like I was kissing her, the little rasps on her tongue tickling my smooth canid one, her hands squeezing and spreading my buns like I was doing to hers, when I decided we'd better get out of the main thoroughfare. It wasn't likely that any human handlers would stop us, and no chance that any morphs would, but it never hurt to take precautions. Turning again, still squeezing Fizz's butt, I held her close, my hip pressed up against hers, while we sashayed into the locker room, the morphboys right behind us, every one of them thick as a brick. Oh yeah, we were gonna get nailed!

It took me all of eight seconds to get Fizz down on all-fours, me right behind her. A few seconds more, and she was squeaking and meowing and moaning good and loud, while my strong paws were gripped tight on her tushie, my tongue licking up a storm on her tasty girlbits. Mmm, fresh cat. That was when I decided what my second-favorite taste in the world was, right after rabbit, right after my tongue hit something inside my little kittyfriend, and made her squirt pretty hard, yowling like a banshee. I'd read up on a lot of the sex information morphs had compiled for other morphs, making it easier for us to learn what worked and what didn't, and that was the first time I'd worked a girl to orgasm by tonguing her G-spot.

"What're you in the mood for first, Fizz?" I asked, pulling my tongue away from the wriggly little tabbycat, giving her tiny buns a friendly squeeze with one hand, while the other reached up to grip the cock of one of the bulls, a red-and-white longhorn that had gotten a little too close. "Maybe some fresh horse? Beef's really tasty, too. I hear bear's nice'n meaty, and eagles taste like chicken."

"With teriyaki sauce," added the eagle, the fleshy edges of his sharp beak curling up in a smile, making his permanently severe expression look a little more friendly.

"B-but I'm a virgin!" protested Fizz, which caught us all off-guard, especially me, since I'd just had my tongue inside of little Fizzy, and I knew that wasn't always possible with a virgin. She caught my incredulous look, and did that cute kitty blush again. "I mean, I've never had a guy before."

"Lose your cherry by accident or something?" I teased, rubbing my hand over Fizz's pink parts, keeping them nice'n wet, sometimes working in a finger or two to slowly stretch 'em out a little.

"Um," Fizz blushed. "Kinda on purpose. See, I made a Thing."

Now she had all of our attentions, the morphboys trading glances with themselves and with me. Fizz got the hint when she looked into my eyes, read my expression, and hopped up, leaving me on all-fours on the firm foam flooring, and went to her locker. After a little rummaging around, she pulled out what looked at first glance like a magic marker. Actually, it_was_ a magic marker, or at least the casing. As she bought it over and knelt next to me, letting me check it out, I could see that she'd somehow crossed it with a boxcutter, which she'd bent so that the blade was more of a circle than a single cutting edge, with a moist cotton swab in the middle. Tapping the button on the side, Fizz let us all see the blade snap out, but only a tiny bit, nowhere near enough to really cause any harm, the metal glistening a bit with whatever was smeared on the cotton swab.

"I heard that it hurt on a girl's first time," Fizz admitted, looking absolutely too cute to be allowed while she was talking, somewhere between embarrassed and proud of herself. "So I did this while we were in shop class, kindasorta when we were supposed to be learning how to do plumbing. I asked around, and some of the others in the class showed me how - turns out, lots of people make their own, so it wasn't too hard once they showed me how. They call it a maidenblade. Nobody knows who made the first one, but it's something most morphs of the breeding morphs use."

"And you tried it out on yourself?" I asked, arching a light brown-furred eyebrow.

"Um...yes."

The admission was so tiny and quiet, even my heightened hearing had to strain to pick it up, and the morphboys around us had to lean in nice and close. Not that I minded, actually, since it let me check out their big, beefy bodies all the better, though it did make Fizz just look that much smaller and cuter as she looked up, all bashful and shy, at the big boys around her. One of the horses, a Clydesdale with soft, sweet eyes, reached out and began to gently stroke Fizz, a lot like you'd rub a nervous cat, slow and tentative at first, ready to pull away if the cat objected. This petting seemed to relax Fizz, though, and we could all smell when her scent started to change from nervous tension mixed with arousal to mostly just arousal, with a little case of jitters. Of course, that was when those big green eyes fixed on me, and Fizz grinned.

"Wanna try it out, Pinch?"

"Naughty kitty," I laughed, then got on all fours, arching my back, feeling the eyes of the boymorphs on me, and loving it. "This okay for whatever you're gonna do?"

"Mmmyeah," agreed the now-happy kitty, getting on all-fours herself and crawling over beside me, her hip bumping against my shoulder. In that position, I could turn my head and pretty easily look straight down Fizz's pink kittyholes, both of 'em, so I reached over and gave her butt a squeeze. "Eep! No touchy!" Exclaimed my tabbycat, giving me a light smack on my tight, toned buns, the black part, not touching the light brown under my tail just yet. "I don't wanna make a mistake, here: the blade's kinda sharp."

Reluctantly, I admitted the wisdom of Fizz's words, so I held as still as I could, using one of the full-length mirrors nearby to watch the action. Fizz's face was a mask of concentration as she did her best to focus on what she was doing to my girlparts, rather than the girlparts themselves. I could understand why that would be pretty hard, since she was busily rubbing my labia and clitty, doing her best to make sure I was thoroughly lubricated with my own juices. Then she carefully pulled my labia apart, and squeezed the metal tube gently into place. Lucky for me, it was nice and warm from her hand.

"Ready, Pinch?" she asked, though I wasn't paying as much attention as I probably should have, a little too busy staring at the way her tushie got all tense when she was ready to press the button.

Mmm, well, fun as it is writing this, I'm going to have to cut off for now. But I'll be back soon to tell the rest of the story, don't you doubt it.