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Morphtalk by the Blog Dog

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Seinfeld 1999

Blogisode 5:

This is strictly for research purposes.

That's what I keep telling myself, though I'm pretty sure I don't believe it one bit. Pinch talked me into joining her on writing this blog, but though I'm not completely sure how actually scientific most of these short articles are, I have to admit that they do seem to raise the public awareness of morphs. I've been devoted to helping out morphs ever since highschool, when I first started to become socially aware...well, of everything, if I'm being honest with myself, so I can't deny the value of providing help where I can.

My name is Dorothy Kats. Way back when, almost twenty years ago now, I used to be the pudgy, shy, nerdy girl who always hung out in the back of the class - mousy brown hair, thick glasses, you name it, that was me; sort of a chubby Hermione Granger, I guess you could say...or Moaning Myrtle, if you're into those old books. Then I ran into Mercy Lords, and her friends, Rianne Meyer and Lyra Cool. She noticed me, which was something I'd worked to avoid pretty much my entire school career up until that point, especially from "cool kids" like Mercy and her friends. But, you know what? It was actually kind of fun in the end. They got me running laps and doing kickboxing, got me to wear contacts instead of glasses, helped me get with fashion and hair, and started helping me to generally open up and share who and what I was. They appreciated me for me, and I'll never forget any of them for it, or for the confidence they gave me to pursue my life's goals afterward. It's that confidence that eventually helped me push myself forward, and get my degree in psychiatric medicine.

They also got me interested in boys. Really interested.

Oh, nuts, let's be honest: they got me interested in morphs.

Mercy and her mother, Diane had this gorgeous Doberman Pinscher morph, a really awesome guy who'd pretty much raised Mercy from her infant days. He was also a champion breeding stud, and from what I understand, he'd gotten to be as good as he was because he was such a nice guy. He'd be the one a lot of breeders would go to first, through Diane Lords of course, to break in their virgin morphgirls, because he'd show them how great sex could be without hurting them...well, in the bad way, anyway.

I guess it's a fantasy of a lot of girls to have a really awesome, hot guy who'll do anything and everything you want, who can switch between ultra-dominant and then go to total submissive at the drop of a hat. Ambrose, Mercy's morphdog, was like that, and he really was this awesome guy, and über-sexy on top of it all. At that time, it wasn't legal for morphs to have sex with humans, at all, and besides that, Ambrose was a really good guy who'd never force himself on anyone, and certainly wouldn't think of putting the moves on his mistress or her daughter. But me, Mercy, and the others...well, we kinda seduced him. Heck, we pretty much offered ourselves to him like bitches in heat. Which, incidentally, is kinda what we were, since Ambrose, megastud that he is, pumped all four of us full of his puppies.

Lucky for all of us, Diane was so understanding. She helped us all to cover up our pregnancies, and generally made it possible for us to stay in school and achieve our dreams despite being pregnant while in our teens. That's around when Diane Lords started to get really interested in political campaigning for morph rights, and I guess it's the same time she started to seriously pursue a relationship first with Ambrose, and then, later, after Mercy took Ambrose with her as a bodyguard, dogservant, and mate when she started her own entry into politics, with this really cool huskymorph named Pal, who is the absolute nicest guy you'll ever meet - there isn't a single violent bone in that adorable doggy's body, and he'd do just about anything to please his mistress.

Extra lucky for Mercy, Rianne, and Lyra, they all had girls. As I understand it, when you have a boy when you're pregnant by a morph, and you're a human, the child turns out looking like the father, while if it's a girl, the kid looks like the mother's species. This is apparently how it works for morph pairings as well, with the baby looking like the mother, though different morphtypes are only very rarely able to conceive in the first place, quite different from humans and morphs, who can always reproduce.

Me? Well...I miscarried. I guess you don't ever get over something like that, but I've come to terms with it. My body just wasn't in as good shape as those of my friends, at least not then. Thanks to more work on my part, and the changes that having sex with morphs cause in a human's body, I've gotten a lot better since then, though I haven't had any children. Well, not yet anyway. That's sort of what I'm getting set up right now, courtesy of Pinch and Red's arrangements.

Pinch and Red have been my friends since college. After I graduated from highschool, I moved to the East Coast, and got right to work on my psych degree. I met Pinch while I was doing some work teaching undergraduate psychology classes in order to pay my way through medical school. Since she was working on her sociology degree, she ended up in several of the classes I taught, and after classes she came up to me and invited me out to hang out. Since her approach reminded me of Mercy's back in highschool, and I have to admit I'm pretty smitten with Doberman Pinschers as a general rule, I said yes, and we've been friends ever since.

While she's never been to college, Red's always been a hyperactive (and hypersexual) kind of girl, and it's her fault that I ended up taking my relationship with Pinch to the next level. She was Pinch's friend, and so she quickly met up with us while we were out on the town. I guess I'd drunk a little too much, and since morphs don't drink, Pinch was the designated driver (Red had a bad speeding habit), and Red was in the back seat. That naughty vixen kept leaning over my shoulder and whispering the most obscenely naughty things in my ear the entire ride home, and since my inhibitions were at an all-time low right then...well, I acted on them. It's a testament to Pinch's driving ability that she was able to keep the car perfectly steady, even while me and Red were taking off her clothes, Red nibbling on her ears, me gnawing on her neck and then on her nipples when Red tugged up her shirt.

Ever since my first time with Ambrose and three other girls, I've never really had a problem with lesbian sex. Quite the opposite, actually: I've always seen it as just another flavor to what is already a very fun act. Eating out Lyra's pussy, then holding it nice and still while she was trying to squirm all over the place, so Ambrose could squeeze that wonderful penis of his into her cured me permanently of my resistance to girl-on-girl sex. Naturally, once we got back to my apartment, I was naked in less than a minute as both morphgirls went to town on me, and loving every moment of it. They held me down on the bed, gnawed on my breasts (which are still really big from back when I was fat - I wish I had Red's tiny breasts; they must make it so easy to shop for bras), then got to town eating me out like there was no tomorrow, the room filling with the sounds of wet, slurpy morph-on-human sex, my loud squeals, and the eager and happy moans of my two new friends who had me pinned.

I must have been through at least a dozen screaming orgasms before they made me return the favor. I was happy to do it! My little human tongue wasn't anything like their ultra-smooth, ultra-dexterous canomorph tongues, of course, but I put my all into it. Working my fingers into Red's and then Pinch's slick cunnies (I love that word - I really don't like the word "pussy," though; it just sounds too vulgar) as they knelt on all-fours in front of me, presenting their plump slits to me, each flushed and leaking heavily, I took turns pleasuring them. It had been a few years since my last experience with cunnilingus, so I had to do a little trial-and-error to start with, but that sort of thing comes back to you really fast. In this case, I just buried my mouth in smooth, pink cunny, and started gnawing on it until I heard a squeal, my fingers pumping all the while, keeping one wet while I worked on the other.

When Pinch came, she squirted all over my glasses (I'd started wearing them again when I started teaching). She always claims she didn't, but I'm the one who was wearing them, and I say Pinch is a _gusher_when she's properly motivated. Red, on the other hand, was as vigorous in sex as in everything else, and she was eagerly thrusting back at me, no passive enjoyer of carnal delights by any means. I got four fingers into Red, and think I could have managed to get my fist in as well, while Pinch only took three. From what I've heard through the grapevine, foxes of both sexes are really stretchy, and if Red's a good standard to go by, I'd have to say that it's true.

When all was said and done, we had a soft, tender cuddlepile, the sort I didn't realize I'd missed so much until after I was squeezed between the trimly-muscled body of Pinch, and the skinny one of Red, their fur so wonderful against my afterglow-flushed skin. We didn't have a repeat of that little performance, though, for a good while, waiting until after Pinch wasn't my student any more. I may have some human weaknesses, but I try really hard to be ethical, especially when I'm grading someone.

Now, the reason why Pinch brought me on board to write this little guest blog. What she needed a human female for, in this case, was to give the hard facts about morph males, and what they're like inside a human female. You see, I'm one of the few human women she knows who's also pretty heavily into academia. I've done a fair amount of clinical studies in my field, but most of my time has been spent teaching, so when she presented me with this opportunity to be pedantic, of course I leapt at it.

So, to sum up, I'm a human female who has an advanced degree, loves sex, and is completely fine with getting pregnant in the name of science. The purpose of tonight's activities are for me to explore and experience in as rational a manner as possible as many different types of morph penis as I can, then to describe them, externally as well as internally.

If this works, I hope Ambrose is the one who gets me pregnant.

The first of the boys are arriving now. I can hear them talking with Red and Pinch out by the front door to the apartment. The voice is Montenegro's, a friend of Diane's, and also one of mine by association. He's a major movie star, the first morph to make it in film in a big way, a real pioneer in making inroads into the public consciousness. Montenegro is a really big, black stallion with a star of white fur around his pubes, and he looks like a movie star should, with a gorgeous body and face, these absolutely heart-melting dark eyes, and a beautiful smile that just lights up his face when he parts his lips, showing off those perfect white teeth.

Oh! It's Ambrose! I can hear him and Mercy out front as well. My heart's beating in a way that's making it really hard to be scientific right now. Yeah, I'm not going to be able to concentrate with all this anticipation. Right now, I'm just lying on the big bed in my room, completely naked, and probably stinking the place up with my "heat." I know humans don't go into estrus like other animals, but Pinch and Red have been monitoring me really close for the last few months, getting a good handle on my cycles of ovulation, and they told me that I was at my absolute peak of fertility tonight. Right now, my body's primed and ready for making babies.

It's time to get this show on the road.