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Day 1: Stripy and Blackmane

Ver. 1.2

I remembered running through a field, through tall grass. It was a vacant lot, where I used to play as a kid. Something large and shaggy, with gray, black and gold fur, was chasing me. I spun around and yelled, “Stay back, Zephenidian!" as I drew a stick from my pocket. I pointed it, yelling, “Pew pew!" then turned and ran. The shape charged me. It was massive, though I was still slightly heavier. As I passed a tree, I tripped over a root, and fell. I rolled onto my back and tried to sit up, but the large creature slammed into me pinning me onto my back. His mask of a face, gray, black, white, and gold, loomed.

I tried to fight him off, but he was still too strong. He brought his jaws down and lightly bit my mouth, then thrust his tongue down my throat, almost to my tonsils. I would always push Leo away, when he tried to kiss, you know, dog germs. But something felt weird. I didn't know what it was. Having just turned thirteen, my body was changing. Trying to turn away, my dog growled, playfully, then nibbled and slobbered my whole face. It didn't stink, nor taste bad, like I had feared, but it made me feel really weird. I didn't know what it was, or what to do. After a couple of minutes, I finally freed myself from beneath the forty-five kilograms of malamute-golden retriever mix. I sat in the grass, beneath the tree, as Leo stretched out in the grass beside me, and lightly gnawed on my hand. I sat with my dog, my heart pounding, worried that I had done something wrong.

After about a half-hour, I got up, and my dog followed. Heading home, I continued to feel weird. As I entered my backyard, I spotted the shed, and lead Leo behind the structure. I made out with him for almost two hour straight, that day, leaving my mouth raw, and sore.

This continued through my teenage years, sometimes behind the shed, sometimes in the field, though mostly in my bedroom, before going to sleep. Never once, did I do anything inappropriate with him. I didn't touch him anywhere bad, and I wouldn't touch myself around him, as well. He was an awesome kisser, and I regretted denying him, for so long.

When I turned fifteen I met my high school sweetheart, Rhianna Stevens, and we began dating. Unfortunately she was a chain smoker, which was weird for someone born in the 22nd century. I wanted her to quit, and tried to help her as much as I could. After a few days she claimed to have quit cold turkey. though I would still smell cigarette smoke on her, every time we hung out. Three weeks into our relationship, we were in the car together, and she made the first move. As she kissed me, I became acutely aware of how gross smoker mouth was, and I gagged, and choked. I called off the relationship, but wanted to remain friends. However, she was offended, and wanted nothing more to do with me. My dog's mouth was cleaner than my fucking girlfriend's mouth, and he was actually a better kisser to boot. I spent over a month in a murky depression as I tried to sort out this mess. I stopped the kissy stuff with Leo, for the most part, though I would still sneak in an extended make-out session, every few months. Thinking about this caused me a lot of shame and guilt, and that I was sliding down a path I'd never want to tread. Was this why I was afraid of Izhara, back at the museum? Or was it merely the fact that most humans didn't accept interspecies relationships, often equating it with bestiality?

A jolt jarred me from my train of thought. I had no idea if I had fallen asleep. Opening my eyes, I screamed, clawing at the harness which was secured around my body. A chain snaked away from the harness, to a metal rung, on the wall, where it was secured. The corner, next to the toilet, was still my home. I was now, technically, a casualty, a victim of the Zephenidians, but one that hadn't, yet, died. Stripy was curled up on the lower bunk, snoozing, while Blackmane sat on the edge of Stripy's bed, watching me. The deck bucked, shook, and shuddered, like a boat plowing through choppy seas. A blue-green aurora-like glow streamed past the windows, punctuated with reds, and violets. The stars were still visible. I grabbed the rung to steady myself, as the shaking grew more intense. Stripy stirred, than looked at me, probably making sure Blackmane hadn't eaten me, without his permission. After several minutes, the ship shook one last time. There was a flash, outside, and the stars were gone. The aurora glow continued to stream past, as the deck steadied.

Stripy rose from his bed, and grabbed a human rib from the bag, and began to gnaw on it. Blacknane got to his feet, and approached me. With a swift move, he grabbed my arm, and roughly pulled me to my feet. Getting behind me, he held both of my arms and pulled them outward, and used his foot to push my legs apart. He held me spread-eagle, whine Stripy set his bone down, on the bed, and looked me over. He got to his feet and approached me. He was at least a full head taller than me, though slightly shorter than Blackmane. Reaching a blunt claw under my chin, Stripy pulled my head back, then traced his claw down my neck, and chest. Reaching down with his other hand, he cupped my testicles, causing me to wince. He rolled my nuts around, than grabbed my penis and wiggled it. He seemed satisfied, gesturing Blackmane to release me. Blackmane returned to the bunk and sat down. Stripy continued to inspect me, as I slowly backed away, into the corner, not wanting to know why they were checking my genitals.

Stripy detached my leash from the rung, motioned to Blackmane, then lead me to the door of the room. He pressed the pad, next to the door, and it slid aside. The Zephenidian lead me into the corridor, followed by Blackmane, who pressed the pad to close the door. Stripy lead me down the corridor, by the leash, while Blackmane walking beside him. I was numb, not knowing why or where I was being led, or for what purpose.

Both Zephenidians were pretty striking in appearance. Blackmane was a hulking beast of a wolf, being much taller than me, and a bit taller than Stripy. His fur was short but thick, jet black, with little in the way of markings. Under his arms, the fur was streaked with gray, giving it a silvery sheen. His medallions and jewelry, which were affixed to his arm-fur, jingled as he walked. His head was covered in a mane of thick black fur, which hung half-way down his back. Stripy was steel gray over most of his body, with some mottling. Brownish-gray spots ran along his spine, which radiated into stripes, which ran along his ribs. His arm fur was long, and silvery. Attached to his arm fur, were many medallions, far more than Blackmane, but no extraneous jewelry. Charcoal gray markings formed a light mask around his eyes and jowls. Like most Zephenidians, he lacked a mane. Both lacked tails, though there was a slight tail-stump on Blackmane's rump, making it likely he was born with one, which was amputated.

As Stripy lead me along, I became concerned that they were taking me somewhere to be slaughtered, toyed with, or worst. Another Zephenidian strode by, then stopped to watch me. That Zephenidian was gray, with some faint darker mottling, and its arm-fur was braided. As time went on, it became clear that I was being lead around randomly on the main crew deck. It was likely I was being leash-trained, as well as being shown off to the rest of the crew.

Rounding a corner, the Cortrian was exiting his room. He was wearing his translator. “Hey, I like your pet! Can I play with it?"

Stripy yelled, “Khakh!" and pulled the leash short, keeping me close to his side. As we passed the Cortrian, both Stripy and Blackmane growled menacingly at the mongoose. With a shrill shriek, the Cortrian dove back into his quarters and closed the door.

Eventually, the Zephenidians stopped at a large door, which lacked a panel. As the Zephenidians approached the door, it slid open, automatically. The room smelled strongly of mold and rust. The floor, walls, and ceiling were bare metal, streaked with black, gray, brown, and even some splotches of green. Many of the rivets, holding the floor and wall panels together, were rusted through. Pools of water, the color of dilute coffee, covered most of the floor, creating a breeding ground for filth and disease. On either side of the room, was a pair of rusty metal squat-toilets. Ahead was a wall with four shower nozzles. As Stripy pulled me toward the left-hand shower, my foot nearly slipped in a pool of slime. The stench of mold became almost overpowering, for a few moments, as I trudged through more more putrid pools and slime-covered metal. At the shower, Blackmane turned the spigot, causing a heavy torrent of icy water to slam into my side, nearly knocking me to the floor. Stripy held the leash with one hand, and used his other to wipe away the excrement, which was caked on my calves and buttocks. I shivered and cried out from the shower's freezing embrace. As Blackmane shut off the valve, the chill air felt like I was naked during a winter on Titan. The wolves led me from the shower-room without drying me off. As I shivered in the cold air of the corridor, a realization struck me. The way these Zephenidians were treating me, it was obvious they had no intention of killing me, any time soon. Of course, that could change on a whim. While being lead on the leash, I began to feel my humanity ebb, with each step. I didn't know if I was a pet, livestock, or both. I had no idea why they picked me, whether it was at random, or due to some unknown trait. I was a bit on the tall side, but still well under two meters. My eyes were a pretty plain blue, and my skin was pasty white from spending way too much time indoors, at the museum. I was a bit skinny. My genitals weren't overly large, or remarkable. I was about as plain as humans, or chuthnu as they called humans, came

The two Zephenidians continued to converse, as they lead me to the door of their sleeping quarters. Stripy turned to me, and shouted, “Vashkuuff!" and pointed to the floor.

I didn't know what the word, “Vashkuuff" meant, or why he was pointing at the floor. I waited. Stripy yelled, “Vashkuuff!" again, and this time, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down to a sitting position. Once I was on the floor, Blackmane opened the door. Stripy motioned for me to get up and enter. I obliged, and he secured the leash around the rung, in the corner. Both took turns doing their business, in the toilet, then they retired to their bunks. Stripy stretched out on the lower bunk. Blackmane half-climbed, half leaped, to the top bunk, and sprawled onto the bed. Neither used blankets, nor pillows. Stripy said something, and the lights dimmed. The bone was still on Stripy's bed, where he left it. After a few minutes, he rolled over, kicking the bone, which clattered to the deck. The aurora-like light flowed past the windows, which meant the ship was still in hyperspace, and would probably be so for the next several weeks.

I awoke with a start. I lay in the corner next to the toilet, still in the harness. I felt a presence, and a shadow fell over me. I nearly jumped, but something held me down. I turned my head and found myself staring into a pair of deep emerald eyes. Blackmane held my arm in his right hand, and gently ran the claws of his left hand along my neck and chest. He glanced nervously at Stripy, then gently ran his claw-tip along my lips. I could bite him, I thought, but that would probably get me violently killed. Blackmane pushed his claw between my lips, and ran it along my front teeth. “What are you try—" He pushed his finger into my mouth. I thought about biting down, but knew he would destroy me, if I did. That could be Blackmane's plan, to get bitten, and use that as an excuse to kill me. I braced myself, in case Blackmane tried to shove his finger down my throat, but he didn't. He was gentle, running his finger along my teeth, then lifting my tongue to feel beneath it. He withdrew his finger, and licked it, then glanced back at Stripy, who was fast asleep. The Zephenidian reached his hand back to me, and gently scratched behind my right ear, leaving a bit of slime behind, than he climbed back onto his bunk.

Yesterday, he was going to kill me. Today, he is petting me? I was not keen on being handled and petted like an animal, but Blackmane had a certain innocence about him. He continued to watch me from the corner of his eyes. The one who intended to kill me, could now be the key to my survival.

Stripy stirred, then yawned wide enough to fit an entire human head in his jaws. He kicked his legs out from the bed, and got to his feet. Reaching into one of the bags, he pulled out a large bone, a femur, sniffed it, then wrinkled his face, before dropping it back into the bag. He opened the storage bin, next to the bed, and pulled out two hunks of dried meat, and tossed one onto the floor, next to me, where it landed with a hard thump. I was getting hungry, so I grabbed the chunk and began to work a leathery piece from it, with my teeth. Stripy sat on the bunk and began to eat. After a few moments, he stopped, reached down to pick up the bone, on the floor, and tossed it into the bag. Once done, he resumed his meal.

Blackmane swung his legs over the bunk, and dropped to the floor, to chat with Stripy. A grimace formed on Blackmane's face. He hit the pad on the door, causing it to hiss open. He grabbed both bags, and walked out into the corridor. The door slid shut.

Stripy ate his meat, quickly, then got to his feet, again. He approached me. “Vashkuuff!" he shouted, as he gestured upward. I watched him, suspecting that he wanted me to stand. He repeated the word and gesture. I slowly rose to my feet.

Stripy unclipped the leash from the rung, and let the chain clatter to the floor. He stepped to the other end of the room, which was barely nine meters away, then stopped. Stripy called, “Vashkuuff!" and gestured towards himself. “Does Vashkuuff mean come, or is it my fucking name?" I mumbled. It was obvious he was calling me over to him, As I slowly approached him, it became very clear that, to him, I was a mere animal. I stopped in front of him. The Zephenidian put his hand on my shoulder. “Chinkha Vashkuuff," he said, softly, and gently scratched my shoulder. He uttered something unintelligible, and pushed me down, to the floor. I lowered myself, to a squatting position. Stripy growled at me, then grabbed my right arm, and pushed my hand to the floor. This threw me off balance, and I fell against his leg. He snarled, shoving me hard, causing me to fall on my side.

Stripy stomped around me. “What the fuck do you want?" I cried out. Growing furiously, he put his arm around my chest, and dragged me up and on to him. With his free hand, he pulled my head back, exposing my throat. Terror overwhelmed me. Was he finished with me, and was about to end my life? I tried to fight him off, flailing and thrashing in his grip. He snarled, snapping at my ear. This was a wolf I was fighting, one with hands, and a human sized brain. Twisting my body, again, I spun towards him, freeing my head, so I could protect my throat. He still had his arm around me, but now I was facing him. “Let me go!" I screamed.

With a lunge, he pushed me across the room, back to the corner, while in a snarling rage. I hit the wall, and slid down, as he threw himself on top of me. The Zephenidian grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, then closed his jaws around my throat. His fangs began to tear into my neck, as his jaws slowly crushed my larynx. I couldn't scream, nor could I breathe. Pushing him off was useless. Closing my eyes, I waited for death to come. Suddenly, Stripy released my throat. When I dared to open my eyes, Stripy had returned to the other end of the room, where he crouched, panting.

Fighting for breath, I gasped, choked, and sputtered. I reached up to feel my neck. It was not as destroyed as I feared, though there was a deep laceration on the right side of my neck. Numerous scratches covered the left side. My neck was stuff and painful, likely severely bruised. A fair amount of blood covered my fingers, from touching the injury.

The door slid open, and Blackmane strode in. He turned to me, and yelped. He started to move toward me, then stopped, pivoted around, then rushed to Stripy, to growl in his face. Stripy spoke to Blackmane, then lowered his head, placing his hand on his forehead.

My breath rasped, as I tried to breathe, and I sputtered and coughed again. Blackmane rushed to me, and knelt at my side. Before I could react, he pulled my head back, and lightly poked at the deep injury with the his forefinger. He pulled me partially into his lap. As I shifted my body to make myself comfortable, a sensation of warm wet slime closed around my right hand. Startled, I tried to pull away, but felt teeth close onto my wrist, but not hard. With a motion of his tongue, and mouth, he sucked on my hand, then released it. The blood, was gone from my fingers, though they were slick with translucent white goo. Blackmane reached down and licked the side of my neck, focusing on the laceration. When he finished, he motioned to Stripy.

Stripy slowly approached, than knelt next to Blackmane. He reached out to grab Stripy's hand in his, then guided it to my chest, and placed it down on me. Stripy held his hand still, possibly not sure how to proceed. Blackmane gently rubbed my side, while keeping my head cradled in his lap. After a moment, he reached to Stripy's hand, and guided it down my chest and belly, showing him how to use his claws to lightly scratch and tickle my skin. Stripy repeated what Blackmane had shown him, which resulted in Blackmane gaping his jaws, slightly, in a smile. A few minutes later, Blackmane turned to Stripy, again, and they talked for a moment. Stripy got to his feet, and walked out the door.

Breathing was becoming more difficult. I feared that the swelling might close my airway, killing me. Blackmane heard me struggle for breath, and he responded by licking my neck, again. I wondered if Zephenidian saliva contained the same healing and antimicrobial factors that wolf and dog saliva had. Bringing my slime-covered hand to my nose, I sniffed it, and found that it didn't smell much different than Leo's saliva. It had that strange scent, many dogs had, which was reminiscent of band aids.

Stripy returned with a small pack slung over his shoulder. He removed it, and set it on the floor, then knelt next to Blackmane. Stripy opened the pack, and removed a small, metal object which resembled the sonic brush I had used in the museum. Blackmane motioned toward my neck, and tilted my head back. Stripy held down a button and moved the device around my neck. The device whirred, causing a warm sensation. The tightness and inflammation subsided a bit. He returned the device to the pack, then removed a small box, slid out a dark orange sheet, and pulled off a centimeter wide, rectangular patch, and pressed iit onto my wrist, where it adhered. Blackmane smiled, than placed his jaws around my neck for a moment, then released it. He turned back to Stripy, and said something to him.

Stripy cautiously leaned toward me. Blackmane pointed to my neck. I was nervous as Stripy gently grasped my throat in his jaws. His grip was a bit harder then Blackmane's gentle touch, but still within tolerance. Stripy released his grip a moment later.

The swelling had subsided, some, and the laceration had stopped bleeding. There was still some pain and stiffness, but I no longer felt that I was suffocating.

Stripy got to his feet, rested a hand on Blackmane's shoulder, before returning to his bunk. Blackmane stood, and said, “Vashkuuff" and motioned for me to stand. I rose to my feet. The dark wolf stepped in front of me, and said “Vashkuuff" and motioned downward. I began to sit, but he grabbed my sides with his hands, to stop me. He guided me into a kneel. Once I was kneeling in front of him, he gently pushed my body down, and forward, then guided my arms so my hands were on the floor. He spread my fingers out, then tilted my head back. This was a position that Zephenidians assumed to show complete submission, such as to a superior.

Blackmane reached out to hold my shoulders in position, then made sure I was baring my throat. The wolf stepped back, and watched me as I held the position. He stepped toward me, leaned in and drew his tongue across my lips, then gently closed his jaws around my throat. Releasing my neck, he turned to Stripy, “Voshkha!" He motioned toward me. Stripy relaxed his jaws into a smile, as he got to his feet. He walked over to me, and rested his hand on my back for a moment, then stepped in front of me. He reached down and took my throat into his jaws, again, then released his grip. Both wolves bantered, as they returned to Stripy's bunk to sit. I stayed in my submissive position for a few minutes, then cautiously sat down, resting my back against the bulkhead, next to the toilet. My neck was sticky with alien wolf saliva, which I began to wipe off, but then stopped. Maybe that slime is helping. I watched the two Zephenidians as they chatted. Blackmane had tried to kill me, but now he was very different. He was gentle and seemed to genuinely care about my well-being. I knew I had to keep him close. Blackmane would keep me safe, and might make my captivity half-way tolerable. I looked up and met Blackmane's gaze. As he watched me, I nodded, smiled, and said, “Thank you."