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Human Bitches

Chapter Nine: Contemplations of the Future

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Seinfeld 1999

Bird woke up with a soft moan, reaching down beneath the sheets to gently caress her very well-used cunny, then a little lower to her only slightly less well-used anus. While still touching herself, rolling on her side in the hopes that what she was doing wouldn't be obvious to Brittany, the sister with whom Bird shared her room, Bird slowly began to clench and relax her inner muscles in the way that she and the other girls at Spike's had been shown yesterday. Red called them Kegels, named after the man who invented them, and they were meant to keep a femme nice and tight and ready for use by her master.

It was with a deep flush that Bird realized that she was thinking like a good morph bitch. “Femme" was a term she'd only heard used by morphs to describe females, human as well as morph, and “master"…well, Bird realized it was as good a term for Spike as any. It was certainly accurate, as Bird knew in her deepest parts that she'd do anything Spike wanted. Anything. Just the thought of having him breed her like he'd bred both Rachael and Shania was enough to make it almost impossible for Bird to pull her hands away from her flushed and very moist cunny and force herself out of bed. Lucky for her she wore shorts and t-shirt to bed, a habit Bird had picked up long ago to make it easy for her to just go straight to jogging when she woke up, rather than letting temptation drag her down – it meant that what she'd been doing with herself before getting up wouldn't show, just in case Brittany was awake and watching her.

Her mind drifting to her sister, and most especially to the truly obscene things the vixen Red had whispered in her ears while ravishing Bird with her black-furred fingers, Bird let her eyes play over the younger blonde teen's body. Sometime during the night Brittany had kicked off the sheets, and she lay there on her side, her back to Bird, wearing nothing except a very long t-shirt. The shirt itself had hiked up during the night, exposing the spiky-haired girl's pert, pink bottom, and Bird bit her lower lip as she caught herself admiring her sister's adorably gorgeous body, her mind almost involuntarily calling up images of what the sexy teen would look like in the same situation Bird had been in yesterday. Those images were followed almost immediately afterward by images of her other three sisters, and her mother as well, and of course herself, all collared and leashed and naked and completely at Spike's mercy, his willing and eager human bitches, greedy for the pleasure that Bird knew so well that the virile junkyard dog could bring. Him and his many, many morph friends.

Unbidden, Bird's legs began to tremble as the powerful impressions of the previous day flooded back in an overwhelming rush. Even after spitroasting Rachael, Shania, and Brandy, the six males still weren't satisfied, and Red and Girl had eagerly handed Bird over to the lusty male animals as though she were some sort of helpless captive being thrown to the wolves. It certainly felt like being mauled by wild animals! Soaking wet as she'd been after the incestuous fantasies Red had been painting in her head, to say nothing of the vixen's immense skill in handling another female, there'd been no need for Spike or the others to do any foreplay with Bird, and she wouldn't have wanted it anyway. Molotov was like a starving beast as he grabbed Bird by the back of her head, crushing her full breasts against his chest as he ravished her mouth with his tongue, kissing her like the beast he was. Soon each of them was kissing her in turn, each muzzle against her lips another sort of flavor, another variation for Bird to enjoy as she basked in the expansion of her horizons, and in the raw, beautiful pleasure that only morphs seemed able to bring. It was addictive, and Bird couldn't resist, couldn't seem to get enough of it, even as she was pushed to her knees, and then found herself bobbing her head so hard and so fast and so deep on the big rottie's dark brown cock, she almost choked herself several times. At the same time, her hands were busy jerking off two other males, who she didn't see and didn't care at first, knowing only that the taste of morphcum in her mouth was a flavor like nothing she'd ever tasted before, like nothing she could even begin to describe. Just the feeling of having a morph's member inside of her, anywhere, was more satisfying, more deeply fulfilling than anything in her life.

Feeling hands parting her bottom, then Red's and Benny's more-than-capable tongues thrusting inward to rim her, while Girl stroked Bird's cunny with her fingers before soon replacing it with her tongue, Bird didn't resist, even knowing she was about to take a male's penis anally again. It was the hot-looking dingo, Slade, whose hands joined those of Red and Benny as the two morphfemmes spread Bird nice and wide, while Girl guided him into place. Bird's squeal was muffled by Molotov's cock as the thick-cocked male thrust into her bum, taking it slow right up until his cockhead was past her anal ring before he began to rapidly grow more rough with her. Bird found herself grateful she'd been introduced to anal sex already by Spike, as Slade wasn't nearly as careful as Spike had been. Because she'd already been trained to enjoy taking it anally, Bird found herself bobbing her head faster, moaning around the thick rottiecock in her mouth as her hands pumped two more morphcocks to either side, their owners identifiable only because of Spike's smooth pink-white length and the small, rubbery barbs on Gregor's shaft, precum leaking heavily down her wrists and forearms as she milked both males with a skill Bird hadn't known she possessed.

Suddenly Bird was aware of the handsome German Shepherd morph, Dallas, slipping into the gap between her and Molotov, kneeling in front of her, his hands on her breasts, handling them so very, very nicely. His skilled muzzle and wonderful, smooth tongue soon followed, and in moments Bird was grinding against him, thrusting her hips outward toward the gorgeous male. She was so wet, in fact, that his cock slipped smoothly into her, with almost no resistance except for the extreme tightness of her inner folds as she clamped down on him like a vise, the moment of penetration all it took to make her cum again for the…she'd lost track of how many orgasms she'd been through. Then another thick, blunt object began to prod Bird in her already stuffed tushie, and Bird realized somewhere through the haze of her pleasure that it was the big horsey, Thunder, deciding to join in. The human teen realized that the Clydesdale must be kneeling right behind Slade, using the extreme length of his horsecock to reach her, besides Slade's own cooperation. But Bird was confused: she was already stuffed to the brim. Where was Thunder planning on putting his…oh…oh…OH!

Desperate for something to keep her from passing out, Bird desperately tugged on Spike's cock until he took a half-step forward, enough for Bird to cram his cock into her mouth alongside Molotov's. Thunder's cock had just begun squeezing against her cunny right below Dallas', and then, with what Bird was sure had to be an audible 'pop,' he pressed forward nice and slow until she…accommodated him. Never in her life had Bird even considered the possibility that she could be so very full. It was a heady feeling, and suddenly the whole room began to reel, her entire world becoming a parade of cocks thrusting forward and back. Her beautiful blue eyes turned to Gregor's penis, watching with fascination as the small barbs on its length began to flare as he neared orgasm, before her gaze turned upward, looking with worshipful and heartfelt adoration at Molotov…and then, as she felt her pleasure starting to go beyond her ability to endure it, at Spike. Without words, she told him what she felt in her deepest, most secret of hearts, and hoped he could read her thoughts through her eyes. She was his, forever and always; his willing slave, a pet, a plaything, a servant, a needy fanatic eager to worship at the altar of his pleasure whenever and however he wanted to use her. In return, she trusted that he would care for her, tend to her needs, and watch over her like a good master should. That moment of complete, total, perfect submission filled Bird's whole body with an overwhelming burst of something like light. This was soon after followed by a much creamier filling as Slade gave a harsh snarl, his cum starting to fill up Bird's bum, followed by Gregor, who spurted his cum over her upturned face and breasts, Bird closing her eyes just in time, before the delicious cocktail of Spike's and Molotov's cum splashed across the human girl's tastebuds, the two males working together with the instinct of the pack to time their orgasms almost simultaneously. Soon Bird was left bouncing on the laps of Thunder and Dallas as the other males moved back and those two moved forward, pressing her between them. Bird couldn't keep her hands off the two gorgeous males, caressing and stroking their soft fur and the hard muscle beneath, her mind reeling, drunk on pleasure born of total submission to the will of the pack. As equimorph and canomorph came inside of her, again almost simultaneously, Bird's inner self quivered in delight, her whole body cumming all at once as her inner walls contracted, greedily pulling every drop of cum possible up into her pleasure-aching body.

Of course, that was only the beginning, as Shania, Rachael, and Brandy started to come around as well at that time. Soon each of them was wearing one of Spike's collars, a sign of total submission and shared sisterhood – they were more than friends now, and more than lovers, and perhaps even more than siblings, as far as Bird understood these things, though thinking of each other as sisters was as close as it came to understanding what was, ultimately, not quite a human experience, but not really something that animals could quite understand either. It was a uniquely morph-centric experience, and Bird felt herself basking in the glow of these intense, alien feelings as she was led on a leash by Red, while Spike held the leashes that led to Rachael's and Benny's collars just in front of her, letting Bird admire their lovely bottoms and flushed cunnies, made all the more obvious as Benny made sure to keep her tail hiked, revealing how wet her white-furred quim really was, the white fur actually pink nearest her slit, she was so badly flushed down there. In turn, Bird knew that Brandy was enjoying the view of the blonde's cunny, a fact she had made quite clear to her as the naughty auburn-haired teen would regularly reach out to caress Bird's nicely-rounded and firmly-toned buns with a straying hand. In the rear, Dallas held Shania slightly back by her leash, making sure to press his shin against her upraised cunny as she slowly sidled forward, letting each movement grind her juicy sex against the shep's leg like a true bitch in heat, something that Bird noticed every so often when she glanced backward to look at Shania's adorably eager expression.

Much of the rest of the afternoon had been spent letting all the femmes get acquainted with each other, establishing a pecking order in what Bird was already thinking of as her Pack. At the top, as mate of the alpha male, Spike, was Girl, but Red was a close second, as she and Girl demonstrated by sharing Spike's cock between them, passing it back and forth like an ice cream cone between their eager flicking tongues, before Girl spread Red's tight buns as the skinny vixen positioned herself on all-fours, and squealed adorably as Spike punched his girthy male-meat past the tight sphincter of the foxgirl's tailhole. Girl was growling something in Red's ears, and Bird, craning her head, could just barely make out the plans for getting Red's own daughters pregnant with grandbabies the sexy spaniel was feeding into the vixen's mind in the same way Spike was feeding his cock into her hiney…and the same way Red had fed similar thoughts into Bird's own mind regarding her mother and her sisters. Soon, though, Bird's thoughts were interrupted as she turned at a gentle touch on her shoulder and faced Brandy, kneeling on Spike's large bed next to Bird. There were no words – none were needed – as the two human teens caressed each others' bodies, taking their time to savor the sensations of running hands over smooth, supple skin and wonderfully buoyant breasts. Bird took an experimental nibble on one of Brandy's darker, cherry-colored nipples, a favor Brandy soon returned as she flicked her tongue over one of Bird's lighter, strawberry-colored tits. Then their eyes met, blue and hazel gazes sharing a deep understanding, and both girls knew that they felt the same passion, the same pleasure, and the same submission. Strife and jealousy were born of inequality, and at that moment, both of the two teens were equals, willing and eager slaves to their Pack. That was all that was needed, and almost instantly afterward they were French-kissing, tongues stroking against each other, as were their bodies, their nipples dueling as thighs thrust upward to squeeze firmly against juicy, needy cunnies.

Of course, the moment didn't last too long, as Bird and Brandy felt strong hands on their shoulders. It was Molotov and Thunder, and they soon gently guided the two teens onto all-fours, smooth bottoms presented side-by-side, wiggling eagerly as the massive males knelt behind their chosen partner, and thrust their immense shafts into each girls' slick, smooth cunny, accompanied by the sounds of high-pitched cries of girlish delight. As Molotov shafted her slowly, deeply, Bird watched as, not far off, Benny's pretty collie muzzle thrust between Shania's smooth brown thighs as the black girl lay on her back, pinching her own dark nipples as she squealed loudly in pleasure. Behind Benny, Slade had a firm grip of the collie's tail, holding it tightly as he slotted himself into place, and then started to hammer her juicy cunny nice and hard and fast, making Benny's white-furred breasts bounce with each impact of his hips against her buns, just the same way Bird could feel her own breasts bouncing, and could see out of the corner of her eye that Brandy's certainly did. Rachael's own cute, pert bottom was thrust in Bird's direction as the carrot-topped teen poked her head down beneath where Slade was shafting her morphservant, her mouth eagerly sucking on his plump, ruddy-furred balls. Of course, Bird was hardly surprised that Rachael's wriggling rump soon attracted attention, and Gregor crawled up behind the orange-haired teen, first pressing his muzzle to her fur-framed cunny, making her moan as he eagerly ate her out, and then squeal as he mounted her like an animal, his thick, barbed cock plunging into her yielding sex. Not far off, Bird noticed Dallas joining his friend Spike, rolling Girl onto all-fours right next to Red, in much the same way Bird and Brandy were positioned side-by-side, before he grabbed the cocker spaniel's plush butt and squeezed his cock into her, thrusting forward just as Spike was pulling back, their hips moving in perfect counterpoint as the air was filled with the needy moans of the two morphfemmes.

The orgy didn't stop there, of course, not by any stretch; it continued for hours, well into the evening, and didn't stop until it started to get dark. But after a certain point, all the writhing, pleasure-soaked bodies started to blur together for Bird. Once she'd hit that point, it didn't really matter whether she was sucking on a cock or licking a pussy, or whether it was a penis in her cunny or anus, or a tongue, or a finger. The memory of being trained in Kegels stuck with her, as it had been near the end of her time at Spike's place, after she'd had a nice dinner to refresh her mind and body, cooked by Girl, who was actually quite talented in the kitchen. She was only vaguely aware of making her way home after a hot shower, and of removing her collar before she reached her house, tucking it away in the pocket of her running shorts before she tiredly greeted her mother, then headed upstairs and collapsed into bed, making excuses to her mother on the way that she'd had a hard workout with a new physical trainer who'd promised to whip the soccer team into shape, leaving out any further details until she was safely asleep.

Sighing as she smiled to herself, coming back to the present, Bird reached down and gently pulled Brittney's sheets up and over her half-naked body, careful not to wake her younger sister, her mind awash in the ideas Red had planted there. Red had been good friends with her mother, Janaina Phelps, for several years, actually, and Bird remembered playing with Red's two daughters, Mona and Lisa, while she'd been growing up. After she hit high school, though, she'd fallen out of touch with the two young vixens, though she knew that Red regularly ate lunch with her mother, as both of them had places of business that were rather close together…at least when Red wasn't running deliveries for her messenger service that took her too far afield. It was this former closeness to Red's family that had made Bird so willing to work with Spike at the start, trusting him completely, knowing he'd never hurt her…and still wouldn't, even if their relationship had changed rather significantly. After all, she knew what morphs were like already, and knew they could be trusted.

As she started down the stairs, ready to grab a quick bite before she started her morning jog, Bird found herself letting her mind play over thoughts of her mother. Janaina Phelps was a beautiful woman, a beauty that had only been enhanced by giving birth to five healthy daughters, along with the size of her breasts, which was more than significant. Tall, naturally blonde, long-legged, with a beautiful figure and beautiful blue-eyed face, Bird had to admit that she was actually kind of jealous of her own mother. In another time, Janaina Phelps would probably have remarried as soon as she'd managed to recover from the death of her first husband from whyker, as any reasonable man would have counted his blessings to have a woman like that want him. Trouble was, at that time (just as at the present) human men were hard to come by, and Jainaina wasn't a slut by any means, unwilling to debase herself just for the chance at getting a man back into her life, especially when she had a perfectly fine job of her own, and felt a strong need to set a good example for her daughters, showing them how to live in a world that had changed so very much in the last few decades. The thought of her mother's attempt to set a good example made Bird smile to herself, as it had very obviously failed in her case, though perhaps not in a way that was bad: Bird had certainly ended up with a male that wouldn't abandon her or treat her badly. Not only that, Spike had a steady income, was a hard worker, and was quite literally superhumanly gifted in bed…and wherever else he might choose to mate, for that matter. No, as she considered what she was going to do next, Bird didn't feel nearly as much guilt as she thought she would as she began to work through Red's plans in her mind, letting herself fully accept the idea of getting her own mother and sisters at the mercy of Spike and Girl and Red.

Red had been quite explicit about her intentions, and about her lust for Janaina. Bird didn't blame the sexy-skinny vixen one bit on that count, as she'd always found her mother to be sexy herself, though until Red had started to work the notion into her mind, Bird's admiration for her mother's beauty had never extended to the sexual. That her sisters would be a part of Red's plans had troubled Bird for a while…until the fourth orgasm at Red's hands and tongue. After that, and the blurring of lines that came during the orgy that filled up the rest of Sunday, Bird found herself more than receptive to the idea of bringing her four sisters as well as her mother into the Pack that had formed, and in which she now knew that she belonged. After all, they were her family, and she loved them. It seemed only natural to Bird, now that she'd finally managed to understand the bliss that came from belonging to the Pack, to share that bliss with her mother and sisters.

Thoughts still churning, but now starting to sort themselves out, Bird finished her breakfast, then carefully slipped back up the stairs, eager to get everything ready for school before she started her morning run, so that once she was back, she could hop in the shower without delay, and avoid the morning rush as much as possible. Her mother might be a successful businesswoman, and the townhouse might be fairly large, but it was still only a townhouse, and there were six people living inside of it, all of them with often competing schedules.

As it turned out, Bird was forced to wait a little while, as the twins, Amber and Pearl, were up earlier than normal, and just barely stepping into the bathroom in front of her. The pair, adorable blonde teens with precious, perky bottoms that just begged to be squeezed, were the third and fourth, respectively, in the Phelps line to be born to Janaina, and they'd been bathing and showering together since forever, so that none of the Phelps' really thought much of it, at least until now. Now, Bird decided to wait until she heard the shower running before she gently, quietly nudged the shower door open and peeked inside, as Janaina had never believed in locked doors in her house. Sadly, Bird was disappointed in her momentary desire to see her precious twin sisters making out with each other, though she did satisfy her desire to see them rubbing their smooth, pink bodies all over with bars of soap until their lovely skins were well-coated with lather. The most titillating part that Bird caught, aside from a clear glimpse of the snug indentation between each twin's perfectly smooth thighs, was when they took turns washing each others' backs, though Bird noted that this was done without a great deal of lingering – after all, there would soon be others waiting to use the shower. For Bird, though, even these brief, tantalizing glimpses were more than enough to fuel her fantasies, as she clearly saw in her mind's eye the adorable expressions on her twin sisters' faces as they positioned themselves on all-fours, heart-shaped tushies thrust upward in full presentation to Spike as the powerfully-built, savagely sexy pit bull knelt behind them, his long, thick cock ready to plunge into the twins' tense little cunnies, claiming them as his own, as part of the Pack.

Pulling herself away from the bathroom at the same time she pulled herself away from her fantasies, carefully and quietly shutting the door behind, Bird reached into her pocket, gripping the collar she'd worn yesterday…and something else as well, something important. Girl and Red had both started to conspire together near the end of the orgy, talking things over with each other while they showed the human teens in their care how to do their Kegels, using Benny as their wriggling and very real-life model. Red wanted Janaina, and knew Bird would help her accomplish this goal. Girl, on the other hand, wanted babies, and was quickly becoming addicted to the idea of having sexy human girls around, an idea to which Bird admitted she was already thoroughly addicted herself. Spike, watching nearby as Girl showed the eager teens gathered around Benny, their faces close to her bared little cunny as she spread her thighs far apart, how the muscles of Benny's inner walls and pink tailhole contracted as she flexed herself, had been the one to make the suggestion: why not do it all?

It amazed Bird, as she pulled out the tiny flash drive that Girl had given her, how such a little thing could accomplish so much, but she already knew how persuasive Girl could be with her audiovisual presentations; the sexy spaniel had a real gift. Entering her room, her eyes strayed immediately to Brittney's bottom as the slightly younger teen, second in the order of being born, rose to all-fours on her bed, the covers falling back, her nightshirt bunching around her slim waist as she arched her back like a cat, exposing her dear little cunny, as smooth and tight as a baby's, and her tiny, perfectly pink pucker, which was actually easy to miss, it was so small and similarly-colored to the skin around it. Janaina had always insisted her daughters practice good hygiene, and so they all used the latest nanogel defoliants that ensured hair didn't grow anywhere they didn't want it, especially under their arms and over their pubic parts. Bird had never really understood why Rachael and some of the other girls she showered with after gym class or soccer practice didn't use nanogel defoliants too, going au natural between the legs instead, since the gels were readily available and not hard to use. She did admit, though, that the itching that lasted a few days after applying the nanogel was a bit uncomfortable, and Bird guessed that she could see why some girls wouldn't want to go through that kind of annoyance, especially the ones with extra-sensitive skin. Still, Bird admitted to herself while admiring her younger sister's bald mound from the rear, there was something especially appealing about a naked cunny, something that was just so…appetizing.

Forcing herself to get her mind under control once more, to focus on her mission, Bird walked past her sister, ignoring her disappointment as the spiky-haired younger blonde self-consciously shoved her nightshirt down over her bottom once more, and turned on the computer they shared before seating herself in front of it, popping the flash drive into a free USB port as the computer swiftly booted up.

“Forgot your homework again, huh Bird?" asked Brittney teasingly as she watched Bird pull up one of her school assignments in one tab, not seeming to notice as another tab automatically opened as a result of the autoplay feature of the flash drive, before Bird very hastily closed it, half-glancing back toward her younger sister in a furtive manner before she began doing some minor adjustments to the document she'd initially called up. “You know you're gonna get caught with your panties down one of these days if you keep cutting it so fine."

“Pfft, like you're so perfect," Bird teased back with a smirk at the younger teen over her shoulder.

“Of course I'm perfect," laughed Brittney, standing up to step behind her sister, looking over her shoulder as Bird fiddled with her assignment, due that day, making it only a little more presentable, as it was actually mostly finished already, not seeming to notice how Brittney's eyes scanned the entire screen with that incredible ability for observation that she'd always had, pausing ever-so-briefly on the still-open folder that had likely spawned the brief flash of video before Bird had shut it down. “I've never had a late assignment in my life."

“My sister, the science nerd," Bird said with affection as she reached back and patted Brittney on the shoulder, before standing up and starting toward the door to their shared room. “Sounds like Amber 'n Pearl are getting out of the shower, but I'd bet that Steffi's gonna want her turn next, so you've probably got some time. I'm gonna head off for my morning jog, so I'm out of the picture for now, though I'll want my shower when I'm back. Computer's yours, I guess, until then." Bird grinned over her shoulder before leaving the room. “Try not to hack any major world governments, okay?"

“No promises," laughed Brittney, before Bird closed the door behind her on her way to the landing, and down the stairs. Then the younger teen's eyes strayed back to the screen, and she frowned, pulling up the tab with the heading STUDYMATERIAL. Clicking the video program contained within, Brittney quickly plugged in her headphones, her eyes widening as she watched and listened to the events playing out before her. “Oh," she said softly, her mouth indeed forming an almost perfect 'o' as she watched her big sister on the screen before her, before quickly exiting the program and putting the screen back the way it had been before. “Guess that explains where you've been all weekend, Bird. I was wondering."

*

Bird hadn't really paid too much attention to the morph side of town. Humans just weren't supposed to head into it, so she'd mostly avoided the neighborhood. Of course, this could be a bit tricky, since morphs were the main occupants of most of the city these days. Most humans, or at least the respectable ones, lived in the suburbs, and Bird only went into the city at all because her mother's house was so close by the outer edge of morphtown.

As she jogged, Bird worked on a mental map, looking around at her surroundings. There was her house, and the neighborhood where she and just about every human in the city with any degree of money or self-respect lived. Then there was a sort of finger of really bad-looking neighborhood, a place that didn't look morph-run. There was graffiti on the walls, and the buildings looked decrepit, and there was trash littering the streets. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anyone out that early in the morning, so Bird didn't have to meet any of the inhabitants of this bad zone. She knew, from hearsay and a few hints dropped by Spike and the news, that the little finger-space of buildings continued into the north and south, becoming a sort of labyrinth of urban decay. Humans lived in that labyrinth, not morphs, and they got pretty territorial about the matter, sometimes leading to scuffles between the two groups. Some of the rear sections of Spike's junkyard straddled right into the human-populated sections of the urban jungle, and she gathered that sometimes he had trouble with the inhabitants.

Then Bird felt a sense of palpable relief as she felt the transition into morphtown. There really was an immediate sense of difference once she entered this new, inner section of the city. Block after block for miles was supposed to be occupied by morphs only, taking up residence in the places humans had been forced to abandon with the momentous drop in population levels caused by the whyker disease, especially in the poorest segments of human society. Despite being the lowest-class sections of the inner city, however, morphtown didn't look anything like the brief glimpse of nastytown Bird had caught a short while back. There wasn't any graffiti, there wasn't any trash, and even the streetlights seemed to all be in working order. More than just these obvious differences, however, Bird could feel a sort of welcoming sense to morphtown that she didn't get in the slice of human inner city she'd passed through. To her, it felt like coming home.

It also reminded her of Spike.

Feeling her heart give a sudden lurch as memories of the past days came immediately and completely unbidden to her mind, Bird grit her teeth, forcing herself to concentrate on her jogging. What was it about this crazy neighborhood that made Bird feel so horny?

Uh-oh: trouble.

Right in the middle of her struggle to retain self-control, even as she felt her jogging route making its way almost unconsciously toward Spike's junkyard, Bird saw a little knot of five morphboys hanging out by a streetcorner, maybe three or four blocks away from Spike's place. She'd heard about Rachael's encounter with these young punks, both from Rachael herself and from Spike, and so Bird knew, at least intellectually, that she wasn't in any danger from them, even if they were probably criminals, drug dealers or something like that, or at least street-side hooligans and rebellious teens without proper parents to rein them in. As she drew steadily nearer, and caught sight of the way their ears perked at her approach, their stances shifting, thrusting out their chests in the obvious hope of being noticed by a human femme they found attractive, Bird knew emotionally as well that she wasn't in any danger. Well, no danger she didn't bring upon herself, at least.

Drawing close, Bird could see that the little group of five – a rat, a cat, and three dogs – were holding a quick little counsel, murmuring among themselves as they huddled a little closer. Obviously, from the way they were giving her the eye, she was the subject of conversation. Then she was passing them by, doing her best to keep her eyes focused forward. After all, Bird had discovered she had a serious weakness for morphs, but right now, she really needed to keep her mind on her jogging, or she was going to end up late for school, hours off or not.

“Hey, toots," said one of the morphboys, a Jack Russell terriermorph, a little short and slightly gangly from his teen years, but actually pretty hot for a younger guy. “Just passing through?"

“Yeah," said a black-and-white tuxedo-catmorph, joining the terrier, both boys easily catching up and then keeping pace with Bird, becoming her impromptu jogging partners. “What brings a girl like you into a place like this?"

“It ain't safe for nice girls to go hanging around in morphtown," said a lean black rat, the pink of his nose and hands standing out starkly against his fur as Bird looked at him, something she couldn't help doing as he deliberately ran especially close by her side, lightly brushing his hip against hers, his long, sinuous tail caressing the backs of her legs. “You really oughta be more careful."

“Then I guess it's lucky I ran into you boys," Bird responded smoothly, giving the five boys now jogging around her a winning smile, which seemed to disarm them, along with her seeming lack of negative reaction at being touched by a morph, something Bird knew many humans regarded as some sort of “unclean" act.

“Yeah, I guess it is," admitted the Jack Russell, giving Bird a grin, which he shared with the other two canomorphs trailing the group. “I'm Russell. Yeah, I know – real original name. It's the only one I've got, though…unless you count serial numbers."

That confirmed Bird's suspicion: late-model military morphs, released onto the streets and forced to survive on their own. She'd learned about this when she'd learned about Spike and his past. Probably only hit the streets within the last year or two, when their military facility finished cycling them through the required training and service, then processed them right out of the military, as had been happening in waves for years now. After all, militaries worldwide had a certain way of doing things, and even if the United States armed forces weren't allowed to use morphs in combat anymore, they still had a lot of them in various stages of development and training. Since they couldn't kill them off, despite a few initiatives that had tried to do just that, and just tossing them out on the streets would raise a public outcry, the military at least provided their morphs with basic training and education and psychological conditioning, then dumped them out on the streets.

“Ted," said the tuxedo cat, also drawing in close, lightly brushing his soft, furry tail against Bird's naked legs.

“I'm Runner," said the rat with a very lecherous leer. “And I've gotta say: you've got great legs, human girl. I've never gotten to see a human femme who obviously takes running as seriously as you do. Well, not up close, anyway."

“My name's Bird," Bird responded, giving the rat a friendly grin of her own. “And you're pretty good-looking yourself, Runner. Work hard to keep in shape?"

“We all do," said the Golden Retriever morph slightly behind Bird, his eyes straying often to her skintight running shorts. “Helps to pass the time around here. I'm Bentley, by the way."

“Star," said the Afghan hound trailing the pack, something about the spacey look on his smiling face, and his long fur – especially his headfur – making him look almost like a human hippie. “And boredom is the worst thing we deal with around here, Miss Bird. You're the most exciting thing that's happened around here in…oh, a few days, I guess. Since that girl with the red hair came through, and Runner scared her pretty bad."

“I didn't do nothin' wrong!" protested the black rat. “You were all there. I just told her…uh…how pretty she was," he trailed off, giving Bird a sheepish grin as he was caught in an obvious lie.

Bird couldn't help but giggle: these boys, most of them her age or even younger, were obviously trying to impress her, even flirt with her. They wanted to show off how tough and masculine and awesome they were, in hopes of getting her attention. Thing was, with her new sexual awakening after her experiences with Spike, she could sort of sense, instinctively, that the morphboys around her didn't really know what they were supposed to do with her if they happened to catch her. Pretty much like a friendly four-legged dog chasing a four-legged rabbit. Except if the rabbit wanted sex!

Hmm, maybe it'd be fun to put that impression to the test.

“You boys meet a lot of girls around here, then?" Bird lightly guided the conversation. “Not human girls, of course."

“Oh yeah," agreed Russell.

“Lots," chimed in Ted.

“We really know how to give the girls around here a run for their money," added Runner, his tail flicking once more against Bird's ankles like a slow caress – he really was pretty good at handling that tail of his. “Haven't had any complaints."

“You morphboys are pretty fast characters, aren't you?" Bird asked teasingly, seeing the way the five were so easily made to react to her presence, so eager to get her approval, without really quite knowing why; they didn't have the key to the Great Secret that Bird had only had unlocked for her so very recently by Spike.

“Got a whole collection of panties to prove it," answered Runner immediately, at first grinning at his words, full of confidence, before his ears turned down, the near-universal sign of morph embarrassment. “I mean…I…I like pretty things," he trailed off lamely.

“Runner's the fast one," Bentley broke in, drawing attention away from the ratboy's embarrassment, covering for his friend. “Me, I like it nice and slow."

Aw. Bird felt sorry for these young males. She knew from what Girl and Red had shared with her that morph femmes weren't really that common. Not as rare as human males, of course, but all the same, morphmales were a lot more likely to end up taking comfort in each others' company, or sharing a femme, rather than having one all to themselves. Apparently it was because the world's militaries had mostly produced male morphs, due to their greater muscle mass and combat survivability, while only producing a relatively small number of femmes, mostly for breeding purposes. Actually, more morph femmes had been produced for civilian ownership than by military organizations. That Girl was Spike's mate was a pretty clear indicator of how dominant and important the pitbull was in the local morph society. So, whatever they might say about their degree of experience, Bird knew they were lying through their teeth. Actually, they were all probably virgins.

Suddenly turned on by the thought of giving these cute virgin morphboys a little bit of fun, Bird let an idea form in her mind, and then, when it crystallized, she acted.

“Well," she began, “if you boys are so fast, why don't you all prove it?"

As she spoke, Bird came to a gradual halt. Shortly afterward, so did the morphboys, looking between each other in confusion, obviously not knowing what this crazy human girl was planning next.

“What're you proposing?" asked Russell, apparently the leader of the little pack, more-or-less.

“Just a little race," answered Bird. “To prove how fast you are. Since you boys like panties, we'll make it an even contest: my panties bet against your underwear. If it's one of you that wins, that's the boy that gets my panties. If it's me, I get all of your undies. Sound fair?"

The morphboys looked between each other nervously. Even Star, obviously a laid-back sort in his soft brown suede and long straight hair, seemed a little taken aback. After all, this wasn't just some random morphgirl wandering around their neighborhood: this was a human!

“That is," Bird continued, addressing the Jack Russell, who she felt was the leader, but also had some issues about his height, “if you're not scared of losing to a girl."

“You're on," declared Russell, his face setting in determination. Then he smirked confidently. “I'm gonna look forward to seeing the color of your panties."

Oh, I'll bet you will, Bird thought to herself, returning Russell's smirk with a grin of her own, before she pointed to a lamppost a good distance off.

“That's the finish line," she declared, then promptly bent over into a racer's crouch. Of course, since the morphboys were still more-or-less behind her at the time, this thrust her shorts-clad tushie almost right into their noses. Bird felt how closely her cotton gym shorts were clinging to her body right then, and couldn't help but feel her heart racing at the thought of being so…indecent around these strange males. They might be young, but they were healthy and strong, and there were a lot more of them that there were of her. She was trusting completely in morph conditioning right then, or at least their basic decency. Otherwise, the moment they got a whiff of her steadily-rising arousal, Bird could very easily be right in the middle of a six-way gangbang.

Right then, however, the morphboys around Bird were too nervous to really pay attention to their noses. Besides, sniffing somebody wasn't exactly done in public, at least not without permission, and certainly not done with a human. So, instead of leaning in or lingering for a taste of Bird's airborne flavor, the morphboys lined up alongside where Bird was crouched, almost all of them doing their best to ignore the strange swelling sensation they were having between their legs. After all, they just weren't supposed to feel things like that for humans.

“On three," Bird called out, watching the boys' bodies tense in readiness, before her smile turned slightly wicked. “Three!"

In a flash, the ponytailed blonde was off, catching a second or two on the morphboys. But she'd underestimated the raw physical power as well as the potent reflexes of the morphboys. Star, his reflexes only so-so, due to his thoughtful nature, trailed the pack, and Bentley and Teddy were only able to catch up to Bird, but not run faster than her – Bird had trained hard as a runner, after all, and besides soccer, she'd even done some track and field in her highschool team. Runner and Russell, however, didn't just catch up to Bird, they shot past, Runner's long tail snapping against the human girl's bottom as he passed, making her squeal with surprise.

Then the race was between Russell and Runner, terrier and rat. Both boys grit their teeth, their expressions determined, their focus certain. In the end, however, it was Russell who pushed just that little bit harder, his hand slapping against the lamppost just an instant before Runner's.

“I win!" declared the trim-bodied Jack Russell, turning to face Bird as she came trotting up, the other boys lagging behind her now that the race was finished. “Guess I get my reward, huh?" He glanced at Runner, who looked terribly downcast, then reached over to his friend, patting him on the shoulder. “Aw, don't worry, Runner – I'll give 'em to you. I know how much you wanted to add Miss Bird's panties to your collection. I just really wanted to win, is all."

Smiling as she saw the ratboy's ears come up, his expression lightening – morphs looked so darn cute when they were happy – Bird came to a lightly panting stop in front of the morphboy who'd beaten her.

“Guess you're the winner," she admitted with a shrug. “And I guess that means you get what's coming to you, huh?"

“You bet!" said Russell eagerly, his tail wagging, before his eyes widened, as though the realization of what Bird had bet him finally struck home. “I…I mean, if that's all right with…"

“A bet's a bet," said Bird, feeling her cheeks flushing at the closeness of these handsome, healthy teenage morphboys all around her, each of them shifting with nervous energy so strong, it almost felt like it was giving the air an electric charge. “And you won fair and square, so that means it's time for me to pay up."

“Uh, you wanna duck into that alley there, or something?" asked Russell, glancing around, then motioning with his head toward one of the many convenient little nooks that lined the streets of the inner city were morphs made their homes. “Don't wanna make you get indecent out here where…"

“There's just one problem, Russell," said Bird, cutting him off again, stepping just a little closer as she spoke, so that her breasts were almost right beneath his chin, her mouth right by his ear as she leaned close for a stage whisper, just loud enough for all the morphboys to hear: “I'm not wearing any panties."

All the morphboys' jaws dropped as the impact of what Bird had just said struck home. No way…there was just no way she was about to…

“Guess I'll have to give you the next best thing," she continued, keeping her voice as calm and casual as possible. Then, slowly, deliberately, the gorgeous human girl hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts, and began to slide them down, bending over as she did so. Before too long, she was bent almost double, the runner-toned twin mounds of her buttocks thrust as close to straight up as she could manage without falling over. All five morphmales just stood there, gaping, eyes almost bugging out of their sockets as they were presented with their very first sight of perfectly smooth, completely exposed human pudenda and tense pink anal pucker, totally presented for their viewing pleasure. Before, they'd avoided taking in Bird's scent, but now…now her arousal, mingled with light nervousness, was a heady aphrodisiac.

Stepping out of her panties, deliberately wiggling her buns as she did so, Bird knew she was treading on thin ice. She knew perfectly well that morphs wouldn't rape a human…exactly. Actually, a more accurate way of putting it was that morphs wouldn't mount an unaroused femme. While Bird lingered in her bent-over position, the posture of a teasing little bitch who deserved to be grabbed and put forcibly in her place amidst much squealing and yelping, she knew she was more than aroused enough right then, no instinctive restrictions against mounting the unwilling would keep her safe from these healthy, virile young males. At any moment, she expected them to be all over her, hands and muzzles and tongues and cocks invading her body everywhere, touching her in all the right places, making sure she'd be very, very late for school today.

The way Bird figured, it would probably only be rape for…oh, maybe right up until the first orgasm hit. After that, she'd be completely willing.

As she picked up her shorts, however, Bird felt something hard in the pocket. Whatever it was, it wasn't her watch: that was on her wrist, complete with cardio-features and stopwatch. What in the world could…?

Pulling out the leather collar Spike had given her, Bird stared at it, blinking, as she straightened. So did the morphboys crowded so close around her. To Bird, the collar was a symbol of willing submission to her master, Spike. To the morphboys, it meant exactly the same thing, except even more than Bird knew: Spike's scent was all over that collar. Perhaps right up until that moment, Bird was in some danger. Perhaps the morphboys wouldn't have been able to control themselves, not with a half-naked and very wet femme putting it all out there for them. Right now, however, none of them would ever know.

Turning around to look at the boys, Bird smiled and shrugged, a little apologetic, then wrapped the collar around her neck, locking it into place. That done, she held out the shorts to Russell, who took them, his voice – as well as those of all his companions – completely failing him in his state of intense arousal.

“Gotta run, Russell, Runner, Ted, Bentley, Star: my master should have a spare set of shorts for me, so I can jog home through humantown."

“Hey!" called out Bentley, the first to break out of their mental stupor, his expression a mixture of arousal, guilt, and honest interest in Bird's wellbeing, “are you gonna come through here tomorrow? You know, for your jog?"

Bird glanced back over her shoulder, feeling a tingle of pleasure as she saw how the boys were admiring her bared buns as she jogged away.

“Sure will," she called out to them, before focusing on her running once more.

“Can I have your number?" called our Russell, an act so daring – a morph asking a human for her phone number, the first step toward calling to ask for a date – it stunned all five of the morphboys into stunned silence. Bird's answer, however, was swift and easy.

“Ask Spike," she called back as she jogged toward the junkyard only a few blocks distant.

Then she was gone, and the five morphs looked between each other, their expressions pensive and a little uncertain. Humans were off-limits, and yet, here they were, not only flirting with a human, but having her flirt right back. More than flirting, actually, as the shorts in Russell's hands clearly testified. And she hadn't said no to dates!

Actually, that was the worst part, as the morphboys thought about it, starting to talk quietly among themselves as they made their ways down the street, going in the opposite direction from where Bird had jogged off. After all, if she'd just said no, they'd know where the line was drawn, and wouldn't cross it. Instead, she'd told them to ask Spike! Of course the morphboys knew Spike. They hadn't a few days ago, since youngsters like themselves weren't really privy to the dealings of adult morphs, being on the bottom of the pecking order as they were. Now, however, they knew as much about Spike as could be learned from casual questioning of the neighborhood personalities. Most importantly, they knew that he was the silent-but-de facto leader of morphtown, a status he probably didn't even realize himself.

Now they knew something most others in the neighborhood didn't: Spike mated with humans. No, not just that: Spike owned humans, the same way humans in other places owned morphs! And if they wanted to pursue any sort of relationship with one of those human girls, they'd have to actually talk to Spike.

The notion, to say the least, was terrifying.

Thoughts churning in their pubescent minds, the five morphboys stuck close together as they faded into the rising light of early dawn. Today was, like any Monday, a busy day.

*

Gonna be a busy day today.

My muscles are a little sore from my workout this morning, and I can't hold back the slight sigh, mostly from the sense of relief that comes at the end of a hard physical exertion, as I lean my arms on one of the low sections of the fence around my property. As often happened after I just finished working my body, my mind was working too.

Girl was bathing the girls right then: Rachael, Benny, Shania, and Brandy. Being a male morph, of course, I'd been up well before dawn, all the better to get started on my personal workout, before I'd start the day's work around the junkyard, moving salvage and sorting through the treasures amidst the trash. When I'd stopped in a little while ago, just to make sure the humans were up and getting ready for school, I'd caught sight of Girl over the girls, all four of them on all-fours in the big shower room I used for washing off the morphs I kept for training. Normally, Benny would've been the only one of those four to use the big communal shower area, or maybe some of my friends after a sweaty workout. Right now, though, it made good sense to have them all bathe together, speeding things up.

Girl had been lathering each girl up, from head to wiggling tush, and obviously doing her best not to get too excited when the girls in her charge moaned and whined and whimpered with need, thrusting their butts out into her hands. Yeah, I knew what they wanted, and so did Girl, but now wasn't the time.

“Not now," Girl told 'em. “Now's the time for baths and breakfast, so you can get ready for school. After school, if you've done a good job, and do all your homework, then…"

I couldn't help but grin, all toothy-like, as Girl made Shania's black body white with soapy lather, the hand sudsing up the skinny teen's pussy until she was moaning nice and loud. Actions, as they say, speak a lot louder'n words, and Girl did know how to make actions speak pretty loud, when she wanted to. Sometimes her fears about being around people make it hard for her to do stuff, but when she's in a “safe" sort of feeling, yeah, she's a real dog of action.

She can also be a real bitch, as those girls were swiftly discovering.

Turning at a sound from behind, I saw Girl approaching, Miss Benny on a leash behind her. Of course, the hot collie was naked, but that was only to be expected. The rest of what I expected from Girl, was a report.

“They're almost done with breakfast," my Girl told me, walking up to lean on the fence next to me, resting her chin on her folded arms. “They talked me into making French toast. I think they'll all want kisses goodbye before they head to the bus stop."

“That stuff's no good for ya," I growled lightly, but not seriously, making the joke clear as I grinned at Girl. “'specially the way you make it, Girl – anything that tasty can't be healthy." Then I turned, Benny standing meekly behind us, her hands folded in front of her, while we surveyed the cityscape by dawn. “Lotsa stuff to think about, Girl," I said by way of opening.

“Yeah," agreed my sexy little cocker spaniel. “We've really got girls around now, don't we?"

“Yep," I agreed. “And they really are pregnant. Except for Bird, of course," I added, as both our eyes shifted to a silhouetted figure that was all-too-familiar, jogging toward the junkyard's front. “That's only a matter of time, though."

“And they're all looking for opportunities to bring us even more girls," Girl continued. “More additions to our family." She looked at me, her sweet brown eyes wide. “It is a family, isn't it, Spike?"

“Yeah," I said in turn. “I guess it is. I also guess we're gonna hafta change things around here."

Girl blinked, but didn't say anything. She was just patiently waiting to see what I'd say next, though I got the feeling that she'd probably been thinking along the same lines as what I had to share.

“This neighborhood's no good for raising kids," I said finally. “Tough gang-bangers dealing drugs to the rich humans that come in from the university and the Heights. Young pups with no real parents, or anybody to rein 'em in. And then there's the human slums," I shook my head. “That place is unlivable."

“You sound like you're talking about making some sort of a change, Spike," said Girl, cutting right to the meat of things, the way she can do like nobody else. Guess that's why she's so good at intelligence work. “Are we…are we going to move?"

“Move?" I really was surprised, and from the way Girl flinched a little, it was obvious she hadn't expected me to be surprised. So I softened my voice, reaching out rub Girl on the ears with one hand, the other doing the same for Benny, until both femmes were wagging their tails. “No, no moving; I like it here. I'm proposing we start making changes here, to where we live."

“Changes?"

“Yeah," I continued, now looking out at the city, unable to keep my eyebrows from raising as I saw that Bird was…well, less than fully dressed, to put it mildly, though I didn't stop talking; no sense interrupting myself when that silly teen wasn't even at the gates yet, and wouldn't be for a good few minutes. “See, we morphs ain't bad. Just pushed down and down on our luck. Drug money's easy to come by, if you're willing to sell a piece of your soul, but it's bad for our community. Even if no morphs use the stuff, it's still hurting us all. I think explaining things to the dealers should make the supply dry up."

“With your fists," Girl added with a wry smirk.

“If they don't listen so good the first time," I agreed. “But only then. As for the youngsters runnin' around, streetpunks and stray mutts, like those boys who were messin' with Rachael the other day…I think I've got just the plan to bring 'em into line." And now it was my turn to smirk. “Probably without any violence, but you know how teenage boys can be." My eyes swung back to the gate, where Bird was just about to hit the front call button. “Guess I'd better head. Looks like Bird's gonna need somethin' to wear, and everybody's gonna want a kiss goodbye before they head."

Before I went, though, I turned, and kissed Girl.

“What was that for?" asked my spanny, her wagging tail making it pretty obvious she didn't mind. “I'm not leaving."

“That's for me," I answered with a wink. “Kissing you always makes me ready to handle anything. Even the impossible."