# I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 2

Author: horsewriter
Tags: Alien, Blues, Dog, Illuminati, Masturbation, Sci-Fi

A collaboration between earbender and I.

The hallways of the hospital lab building smelled of fresh wax, dog, and  
men's and women's locker rooms. That, and the sulfur smell of Lewis  
Star. I guessed my dog nose was just really sensitive.  
  
  
Even walking was strange for me - my feminine hips swayed with each  
step, my tail swaying in counterpoint, and my eight teats bounced and  
jiggled as we climbed down a flight of stairs. That reminded me that I  
was now a Vroufling bitch, and it was getting tiresome, fast.  
  
  
As we walked, I once more noticed that Lewis also had a strange gait,  
walking like he was club-footed or something. Also, he wore oddly small  
shoes....  
  
  
But still curious, I decided to ask him more about his people. "How long have you been visiting the Earth?", I asked.  
  
  
"My people have been stopping by for thirteen thousand years off and  
on," he replied, "but I'm not nearly that old. I have other projects  
too, but when I'm in your neighborhood my base of operations is a  
satellite our government has placed in polar orbit of your planet. Your  
scientists call it the 'Black Knight Satellite'. It's not a secret to  
your UFOlogists. In fact, if your friends back on Earth should happen to  
go to youtube and type 'Black Knight Satellite', they'd get some pretty  
good documentaries on it."  
  

   
"But you've never revealed yourselves?"  
  
  
"We did, once, a long time ago. Some of us have even interbred with your  
species. It doesn't happen by accident, of course, but our biotech is  
more than capable of creating such hybrids. Even now our descendants  
hold positions of power in the highest levels of your government and  
business world. You call them the Illuminati."  
  
  
"The Illuminati? You're kidding me."  
  
  
"No. Your first president, George Washington, wrote a letter warning  
about us. It's preserved in the Library of Congress archives even now."  
  
  
I shook my head in disbelief. So the Yenta had been quietly manipulating  
the human race for thousands of years? Well, that did explain a lot....  
  
  
We walked into a reception room filled with dog people of all breeds,  
who watched us with curiosity, outright staring at Lewis - but then,  
it's not every day that you see an alien, I guess. I noticed that  
everyone was wearing either shorts, skirts, or dresses - no shirts. And  
all the females had eight teats like me.  
  
  
We walked through wide glass double doors that had to be pushed open,  
instead of being automatic, and out into an open grassy field, dotted  
with 1950's looking cars with skirts instead of wheels. Hovercars?  
  

   
The fresh air hit me in the face and I could smell the soil and the  
grass, and lots of male and female dogs. It was a warm, bright, sunny  
day with a slight breeze.  
  
  
There where garishly painted buildings all around us, but no paved  
roads, only grassy lanes over which the hovercars occasionally zoomed,  
making a turbine sound.  
  
  
I turned to Lewis: "How come there are no roads?", I asked.  
  
  
"The Vrouflings don't pay taxes, so there's no unified system of  
highways", he explained. "There's nothing like a national government on  
Vrouf, just independent clans, each one led by its own alpha."  
  
  
I nodded. Okay, that was different.  
  
  
He led me to a large black hovercar, opened the door for me, and we got  
in. He took out a ring of keys and started it, the turbine engine  
whining as it spun up - the exhaust smelled like newly mown grass. Then  
he retracted the parking struts and we where off.  
  
  
"Why does the exhaust smell like cut grass?", I asked, curious.  
  
  
"It's an ethanol blown turbine. No gasoline, and few petroleum products  
on Vrouf", Lewis answered. "Vrouflings don't like the smell."  
  

   
I nodded. That, at least, made sense considering how sensitive my nose was. "So where are we headed?", I asked.  
  
  
"I'm going to take you to a clothing store", he said. "All the clothes in your trailer are for guys."  
  
  
Right. I frowned a little at that, still upset.  
  
  
We pulled up to a large pink and red building with no name, just  
pictograms of clothes, opened the double glass doors and walked in. It  
was a classic clothing store, just like on Earth, air-conditioned, and  
smelling of cloth and what I guessed where dyes.  
  
  
Star found a female clerk - a red Irish setter type in shorts, again  
with eight teats like I had - and asked her to take my measurements "for  
dresses and shorts." I guessed I wouldn't be needing a bra or  
underwear.  
  
  
She measured my waist with a tape that had no numbers on it, only marks  
and a sliding metal ring, then took us to a shelf of shorts with a bar  
over them that matched the length of the tape and ring.  
  
  
Curious, I asked Lewis why there was no writing. "It's a non-literate  
society", he told me. "No public education, and no alphabet - just  
something like cuneiform for the elite. You can read that, by the way.  
We programmed it into your brain, along with the local sheet music. And  
the Vroufling East-Continent language, of course. Have you noticed yet  
that we're not speaking English?"  
  

   
"Er... thanks. I guess." Not sure how to answer that one. To distract  
myself I picked out a half dozen pairs of shorts then asked where the  
dresses where, realizing that I was going to feel sort of embarrassed  
walking around with my teats poking out.  
  
  
I chose some dresses, all brightly dyed in various colors, and then  
Lewis told me to pick out a purse. I frowned at that, but I guessed I  
was going to need one. I chose a tan leather one. Then I had my  
foot-paws measured and picked out a pair of sandals - it seemed  
Vrouflings only wore sandals, not regular shoes, I guess because of the  
fur.  
  
  
Then we went to the checkout stand. I noticed it had no register, and  
there where no price-tags on the clothes. Lewis put our purchase on the  
counter and then bargained with the clerk for a minute, settling on a  
price of twelve silver coins.  
  
  
It was going to take some time to get used to this society, I thought.  
  
  
The clerk tied up our purchases in paper wrapping with string, and we  
got back into Lewis' hovercar. He drove us to a large trailer park on  
the outskirts of town, shaded by unfamiliar trees, and parked in front  
of a trailer. In the distance I could hear a train. Great, I was by the  
tracks...  
  

   
"I want you to get changed, then come back out. It's time to meet the band," he said, and handed me a key from his key ring.  
  
  
I took the key and the bundle of clothes, unlocked the door of my  
trailer, and walked in. Inside it was air-conditioned and clean, looking  
like any trailer-home on Earth. It even had an electric range and a  
television and stereo. I bit though the string on the clothes bundle,  
and emptied it on my new table.  
  
  
I took off my hospital gown, chose a blue dress, and struggled into it  
after dismissing the shorts - no need to walk around topless, I thought,  
even though the locals didn't seem to mind.  
  
  
Dressed, I put my key into the purse, shouldered it, and walked out, locking the door behind me.  
  
  
I got into the hovercar with Lewis, and he started the turbine. "So where to next?", I asked.  
  
  
"To the recording studio", he replied. "Oh, remember to wag your tail  
when you meet the band. No handshaking on Vrouf. And don't be surprised  
if someone licks your muzzle - that's how good friends greet."  
  
  
I nodded my head.  
  

   
After a short trip, we pulled up in front of a three-story black  
building with pictograms of musical instruments on its facade. Lewis  
parked the hovercar, and we went in. A poodle receptionist waved to us,  
and we walked to the stairs. I could hear the faint sounds of piano,  
drums, and saxophone laying down the blues coming from above as we  
climbed the stairs.  
  
  
Lewis opened a door on the second floor landing, revealing the smell of  
male dog and a large studio filled with recording equipment, and four  
Vrouflings - a golden retriever playing the piano, what looked like a  
German shepherd at the drums, and some kind of mixed breed Vroufling on  
the sax. There was a basset hound running recording equipment.  
  
  
The music stopped. "Hey Lewis", said the retriever, "is that the Earthling you promised us?"  
  
  
"It is", he replied. "Meet Larry Indigo, from Earth", Lewis said.  
  
  
They all started wagging their tails. So I wagged mine.  
  
  
"I thought we where where getting a guy?", said the recording specialist.  
  
  
"There was a mix-up in shipping. Larry will be our guitarist and do lead vocals", Lewis said.  
  

   
They nodded and wagged their tails some more. "No big deal", said the  
basset hound, "take your place and let's get started. I want to hear  
your sound."  
  
  
"Introductions first", said Lewis. "Larry, meet the band."  
  
  
They introduced themselves. "I'm Sten", said the drummer. "Yort", said  
the saxophonist. "Eval", said the drummer. "Grot", said the recording  
artist.  
  
  
Lewis led me up to a mic, a stand for sheet music, and a stratocaster on  
a tube amp. I picked up the guitar. The sheet music was open to a song I  
recognized: The Memphis Blues.  
  
  
"On three", I said. "One, two, three", and began to sing and play as the band accompanied me.  
  
  
It came out alright, except for one thing: the Memphis Blues was meant to be sung by a man.  
  
  
Lewis sat and listened while we went through several songs. It was clear  
that the band had been practicing, and I was certainly up on my game,  
but my voice was just wrong.  
  
  
Finally, I stopped and addressed Lewis. "Lewis, we need a male vocalist for these songs. The sound isn't coming out right."  
  
  
He nodded. "I'll get you someone by tomorrow", he said. "Meanwhile, keep practicing."  
  

   
We played for a few more hours until we all started to get a little  
hungry. Finally, Lewis called time on our jam session and everybody put  
down their instruments. "Let's meet again tomorrow at noon", he said. So  
we all said our good-byes and the crew left, leaving Lewis and me  
alone.  
  
  
"Let's get some dinner", he said. "I'm starving". I nodded my head.  
  
  
He led me out of the building to his hovercar, started it, and took us  
to a restaurant. It was a sprawling one story affair, painted in bright  
colors with pictograms of food painted on its facade. The smell of  
cooked meat filled the air.  
  
  
We went in, where seated, and Lewis ordered for us - some kind of cooked  
lizard meat. With sauce. But I was hungry enough, and actually it  
tasted quite good. We also had some kind of clear alcoholic beverage.  
  
  
We discussed how our practice session had gone, and Lewis assured me he  
could have a male vocalist by tomorrow. "I know someone who 's had a  
little practice on the guitar. He's not as good as you, but he has a  
good voice", he told me.  
  

   
"Where did the instruments come from?", I asked him.  
  
  
"Oh, I brought them from Earth. This planet has the piano and drums, but no saxophone or guitar", he said.  
  
  
I nodded. That made sense. We finished eating, then finally got up and  
headed out. As we got into his car, I asked him: "So how much does this  
gig pay, anyway?"  
  
  
"Oh, you'll get a full share, along with the rest of the band. Enough to make you very rich," he said.  
  
  
We pulled up in front of my trailer. "I'll be here around noon tomorrow to pick you up," he said, and I got out.  
  
  
I unlocked my door and went in, tossed my purse on the table, and went  
to the stereo and turned it on. There were the news and sports channels,  
of course, but the channels playing music had nothing but folk and some  
sort of classical sounding stuff. No sign of anything like Earth music.  
  
  
I realized I needed to pee from all the drink I had during dinner, and  
went to the bathroom. It was comfortingly normal, just like an Earth  
bathroom, with a shower, sink, mirror, and toilet complete with handle. I  
breathed a sigh of relief at that, hefted my dress, curled my tail  
around me and sat down on the toilet. It took a moment for me to realize  
I needed to release the muscles of my bladder to pee, but then the  
urine sluiced out of me in a long relieving stream. There was toilet  
paper, so I wiped my pussy and got up, flushing.  
  

   
'Well, that was an experience', I thought. Next, I felt that I should take a shower.  
  
  
So I pulled off my dress, and climbed into the tub. It was remarkably  
Earth-like in design, so I adjusted the water temperature and turned on  
the shower. Sure enough, in no time I smelled like wet dog, thoroughly  
soaked. There was a bottle of some kind of dog shampoo, so I poured some  
in my hand-paw and started to lather myself.  
  
  
Shampooing my teats was new experience: they where so soft and fluid,  
and my big pink nipples came erect as I started to play with them,  
poking out like stiff little fingertips. It was, I thought, a fun  
experience to have teats of your own as I shampooed my frontside. And  
giving them attention made them feel kind of warm....  
  
  
Grinning to myself, I put some shampoo on a rag and spread my legs,  
rubbing my pussy with the rag, cleaning my groin fur. It made me wonder  
what sticking something up my vagina would feel like, but I the resisted  
temptation to penetrate myself with my finger. Instead, I finished  
washing my backside, tail and legs, and turned off the shower.  
  

   
Dripping wet, I decided to shake myself off. So I did, making my teats  
bounce and sway as the water flew from my coat. Then I stepped out of  
the shower and toweled myself off.  
  
  
God, my nipples where still erect from the fondling I'd given my teats  
in the shower. Gently, I started to caress my teats as I stared at  
myself in the mirror, the fog fading into droplets, revealing my border  
collie looking head as I played with myself. Idly, I wondered what it  
would feel like to have someone suck my teats....  
  
  
Being female sure was a new experience - especially having tits of my  
own to play with! And a pussy! And that thought made me stop and think  
for a second, and I wondered if there was something in the bathroom I  
could masturbate with. I wondered what that would feel like....  
  
  
So I opened the door under the sink, and saw a plunger and a toilet  
brush with copper handles. I took out the toilet brush, licking my lips:  
it would do nicely.  
  
  
Grinning to myself, I took the brush and walked into the bedroom: 'this  
should be an experience', I thought, and laid down on the bed, brush in  
hand.  
  

   
'Here goes', I thought, raising my knees into the air and putting the  
tip of the brush to my pussy lips. I parted my lips with the cool metal  
handle, and found the opening of my vagina. I pushed a little, feeling  
the flesh of my vagina part open to accept the tip, and then I gripped  
the handle and sank it in to me.  
  
  
I slowly slid the handle up my vagina, it's metallic surface sliding  
past the moist walls with an electric pleasurable sensation.  
  
  
"Oh fuck", I breathed, feeling its long hard and cool length inside me,  
filling me. Suddenly, all my teats felt warm, my nipples hard and  
sticking out, and I couldn't help but moan.  
  
  
Then suddenly, I felt an icky sticky wetness between my legs as my  
vagina lubricated around the handle. 'Here goes nothing', I thought, and  
began to slide it back and forth inside me.  
  
  
Right away, the sliding sensation of the handle against my now wet inner  
walls sent wave after wave of pleasure through me as I slid it back and  
forth inside me with my right hand-paw, my left hand-paw caressing my  
teats. In no time I was bucking and squirming, calling out "unh...  
unh... unh..." as I masturbated to the steadily increasing waves of  
pleasure.  
  

   
God it was fun! Masturbation as a guy had never felt like this! I had no idea what I had been missing as a guy....  
  
  
The waves of pleasure became so intense that I started to cry out, "Ah!  
Ah! Ah! Oh God! Fuck!" as I bucked and squirmed and twisted, my tail  
thumping the bed as I masturbated furiously. The sensation became  
overwhelming and I imagined myself being fucked with a real dick by a  
Vroufling wolf-dog man as I squeezed my teats and slid the handle back  
and forth through my vagina. And then I came.  
  
  
Suddenly, it felt like I was floating, and a massive warm wave of  
pleasure crashed though my body. I star stars and bright lights, and I  
couldn't feel my hand-paws or foot-paws or tail tip as I curled up into  
myself and cried out "Ooh! Oh God! Yes!"  
  
  
My vagina spasmed around the rod as I came, and I creamed. "Aahhhh...!",  
I screamed. The handle fell from my limp hand-paw and I just lay there,  
chest heaving, repeating "Oh God, oh God, oh God", impaled on the  
copper rod as my orgasm washed through me.  
  
  
Then I just lay there, the handle sticking out of my vagina, as I tried  
to catch my breath as I came back down to Earth. Or Vrouf. Whatever....  
  

   
Then, as the sensation was fading, I started to get ahold of myself. "Oh  
fuck, that was good!", I breathed, pulling the rod from my pussy. Then I  
tossed it off the side of the bed.  
  
  
And then, exhausted, I fell asleep.

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