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By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by kingop18

Blogisode 9 Part 2:

I can still picture Morgan's eyes right now, looking up at me, all hopeful and eager to please. Then I can picture the smooth swell of her moon-pale buns, thrust upward as she pushed her head down, her tongue digging into my honeypot like it was the tastiest thing she'd ever eaten. Which I guess isn't an unfair thing to say, considering how many pheromones we morphs have in our sex juices. Inexperienced little Morgan must have been pretty close to drunk on lust from the raw, direct dosage she was getting while eating me out, while I gave her directions, holding the end of a leash in one hand, the other end around her neck, while my other hand stroked her back, and sometimes her cute butt as well, giving those sweet buns a good squeeze, telling her what a good girl she was, like she was my pet. Which, in a manner of speaking, she was right then, at least as far as the Internet was concerned.

Grinning when that Goth hottie came under my touch, giving her the impetus she needed to just go nuts with her mouth and quit worrying about technique, I played over our plans in my mind. I guess a lot of people do stuff like that during or just after sex. There's this sort of quiet, rational part of you, way deep inside, that's sort of removed from everything else, sort of the eye of a storm, where the brain thinks rationally even when everything else is going nuts. Well, I was cumming right then, and told Morgan so, so she'd know she was doing it right, and give her some idea of what to look for when another girl blows, and that's when I got a really crystal clear picture of what we were about to do, and how we were going to make it happen.

After our first lovemaking session, I'd worked with Morgan on setting up a dummy account to use on Girl's breeders site. It wasn't hard, not with Morgan's family connections and rich, upper-crust friends, and my knowledge of morph breeding practices. Remember, I used to be a keptdog, back in the day, and I've even got a daughter out there. Someday, I guess I'll have to look her up, see how she's doing, now that the law's a lot more lax about that sort of thing. All Morgan had to do was drop a line to one of her "friends" from boarding school, a younger girl by the last name of Demol, really spoiled rotten rich bitch from Morgan's description (though she didn't use those sorts of words), and really happy to act as a reference for getting a morph bitch knocked up like an animal. For most of the humans who used the breeder's connection site, part of the thrill came from how they perceived it as degrading us morphs, "putting them in their place," and that sort of thing. We morphs don't see it that way, and there's plenty of freemorphs that join up voluntarily, offering their services, but there's the split between human and morph perceptions and culture.

Once we had a reference to vouch for us, the rest was pretty easy. All Morgan had to do was indicate she had a bitch for breeding, and she wanted Jojo to be the stud to do the deed. Using my name and credentials, but Morgan's human identity, we made it appear like we were someone entirely separate from her family, a facade reinforced by using pictures of me as the femme in need of a hot Golden Retriever's dick. A few minutes later, we had the appointment set. A few minutes after that, I was hauling Morgan's sweet buns back to bed for some more fun.

Naturally, I didn't leave any loose ends in our little game of deception and romance, so while I took my very eagerly anticipated turn licking extra-sweet virgin human cunny like it was ice cream on a scorching summer day, I made Morgan give her friend Yoko a call. Yoko was a pretty good hand with computers, and while I figured we'd be fine as we were, I didn't want to take any chances. In exchange for a cell phone shot of me feasting on tasty Goth cunny, as pale and smooth as you could ask for, with a special focus on my dock-tailed tushie (apparently Yoko likes my butt, which is really flattering - mine's pretty small and tight with muscle, so I guess it's not hard on the eyes, though I don't have the "meat" to enjoy anal sex as much as some other girls), we had Yoko completely on our side.

We needed Yoko, because, eventually, we were going to deal with some real people, and that meant neither of us could fill the role. Morgan would've been recognized, and I was supposed to be playing the part of the bitch in heat, so I was out. Besides that pretty obvious requirement, we also needed someone to double-check our online persona, not just to make sure it held up under scrutiny (not that I really expected much, but it's better not to take chances), but also to make sure we could make ourselves disappear when we were finished. That last part proved surprisingly simple since, as it turned out, Yoko knew Girl, Spike's mate, and the webmistress of the breeder's site. A few e-mails back and forth, and we were more than good to go.

After that, the biggest problem was waiting. At least, that was Morgan's biggest problem. Mine, as it turned out, was keeping Morgan focused on her schoolwork. Finals were coming up fast, after all, and our little tête-à-têtewith Jojo wasn't scheduled until Morgan's freshman year was finished. Finally, I managed to motivate her by making our appointment conditional: Jojo was her reward for doing good on her finals, and all the final projects for her classes that went with them. Personally, I wasn't too worried: Morgan was a straight-A student so far, and the classes she was taking weren't the "heavy" ones she'd be encountering later on. They were the 101 set of required courses everybody who goes through academia has to endure, like it or not, and the worst danger in them was dealing with the inexperienced graduate assistants teaching - and grading! - the courses.

While I wasn't worried, I was still about as keyed-up as Morgan. As it turned out, I'd unwittingly awakened a sexual dynamo that other night, and Morgan seemed to think of me as the dealer for her favorite drug. Not that I minded! A little finagling, and before too long, I was enjoying a side dish of Asian human pussy, with Goth pussy for desert. But only after Morgan and Yoko did all their homework and studying - I was a good tutor, and made sure the rewards equaled the work that was done.

For me, those days of threesomes following serious tutoring sessions went by pretty fast. Truthfully, the days before finals are pretty relaxing for me, as long as I've already prepared everything in advance, which I had. There's the tension from all the pheromones of stressed-out students to deal with, of course, but that's nothing new, and a steady diet of sweet 'n juicy human is more than enough to take the edge off from even the most stressed-out student body. I guess it worked for Morgan and Yoko, too, because they actually stayed pretty calm through all the crazy times when everybody else was going spastic. The only bit of tension that never quite went away was Morgan's anticipation for her reward if she did well in all her classes. She knew perfectly well that only good girls got their cherries popped by dreamboat stud puppies.

Naturally, I got Morgan off her birth control well before finals came around. No sense spoiling part of the whole point of what we were doing. I'm the one who took her off them, because I'm the one with the super sniffing powers: I could tell by scent just when she'd be prime for coming off, just in time for her body to start dropping eggs when we wanted them. Honestly, just the thought that she was ovulating was enough to drive Morgan well on her way to distraction. The sex was hot and wild! Of course, I had to break out my "naughty teacher" costume a lot, complete with ruler for tanning naughty students' hineys if they didn't do their homework...well, in the "bad" way, anyway. The "good" way was for when they did do their courseload like they were supposed to. Morgan's repressed early life meant she had a lot of catching up to do, and believe me, she was very happy to try and get it all in as fast as possible.

One side benefit of all the girl-on-girl sex Morgan and Yoko were having with me was that they didn't go out much to party with other students their age. Normally, I'd say that was a bad thing, but when you're wanting your grades as high as possible, staying in at night, with a powerful, hormone-driven incentive to perform well on each and every test and paper, it was exactly what the doctor ordered. So when finals week came, those girls were ready to go. And when it went, they were bundles of excited, eager energy, especially Morgan, because they knew they'd done well, and they knew exactly what that meant. Yoko might not have been the one offering her belly up for morph breeding, but she fed off of Morgan's excitement, so she was just as eager as her friend. Frankly, so was I.

Somehow, we made it to the last days, and I made a big show of calling up the breeding site, along with the button that would let me cancel our appointment to meet with Jojo. Sure, that would have been pretty inconvenient, since the date was set for that very evening, but with our disposable identity, there was no reason I couldn't. All it would take was one little click, and Morgan would have to try again next year. Right next to that window, I also called up the university site, placing Morgan's and Yoko's grades right up where we could all see them, side-by-side, while they gradually flowed in over the course of the day.

Of course, I ended up closing the breeding site's window, without clicking that "cancel" button. I mean, seriously, how could smart kids like Morgan and Yoko possibly fail, especially with me as their tutor? Yeah, not happening. What did happen was Yoko and me both getting dressed up nicely to go and meet our breeding stud and his masters (and, incidentally, understand that "master" is a gender-neutral term - I'm doing my best to keep all identities secret around here; in fact, just expect that, if you read a name, it's almost certainly made up). Morgan, on the other hand, gave this adorable squeal as me and Yoko grabbed her, stripped her nice and naked, oiled up her smooth, beautiful body, and made sure to tie her up properly, including a ball-gag. She was the "virgin sacrifice," after all, and I understand bondage is traditional in such cases.

Seriously, though, it's expected to tie up a breeding bitch before her stud arrives. Normally the practice is optional, but with virgins, no matter their morphtype, it's pretty much standard procedure among all keptmorphs. Virgin morphs can get pretty skittish, a lot like our animal counterparts, and with our combat training, even if the male's a better fighter, it can get really messy. Better to tie your femme down when she's still calm than risk any accidents.

Since our university isn't that far from where Morgan lives (she wasn't feeling that adventurous when she got out on her own), Jojo drove out to meet us not far from my apartment. That's right: Jojo drove up to meet us, alone. Turns out Morgan's family really enjoy all the prestige that comes from owning a prime stud keptdog, but they're kind of prudish about his activities, and generally prefer not to know much about the details. Well, their loss, because Jojo was a real cutie. I could tell right away why Morgan loved him so much.

So there I was, wearing this tight, knee-length business skirt and white blouse, looking every inch the proper teacher (actually, it was a more modest version of my "naughty teacher" getup), and Yoko was dressed pretty similarly. And there was this adorable Golden Retriever morph waiting for us by this really nice car, wearing a traditional chauffeur's uniform and billed cap and a "bleh" expression on his face. You know the one, if you've ever seen a happy dog: it's that expression when a dog has decided that things are all right in the world for the time being, and it wants everybody to know it, so it opens its mouth, lets its tongue loll a little bit out, and develops a relaxed sort of smile. About the same sort of expression you'd have if you stuck out your tongue and went "bleh," hence my name for it.

As for Jojo, he was a little surprised to see me. Like I said above, it's typical to tie up your bitch, though in the case of a more experienced femme, like myself, it wasn't always the case. Knowing this, he quickly recovered, and we started into some fairly standard small talk. During the introductions, during which we walked him back to my apartment, he let it slip that his young mistress was going to school at the nearby university. After he'd let out that little detail, it was pretty easy to start dropping steadily more and more hints about what was going on, starting with some questions about his "young mistress" (though it was a little funny having him call Morgan young, since he was two years younger than her), which demonstrated my knowledge of the girl. Jojo caught on pretty quick that I knew Morgan, and I explained that we'd met when she'd taken my sociology class. Right away, he started to get suspicious, though he stayed friendly, and asked me if I was the one he was supposed to mate.

Even with Jojo's experience, he had the most adorable blush when he talked about sex. I mean, I could hardly keep myself from snuggling the poor pup with the way his ears turned down and whiskers fanned out. There was even a little visible flush around the bridge of his nose, where the fur was thinner. Of course, confronted with a face like that, there was no way I could tell him any lies. So I explained, no, I wasn't his breeder; she was in my apartment, tied up on the bed, and probably ready to burst, she was so in heat right then.

Just as Jojo was starting to accept the idea that I was the one who'd commissioned him for studwork, Yoko let slip that the breeder in question was her friend and classmate. Jojo picked up what that meant after a beat, and his jaw dropped at the thought: he'd been brought out to breed a human! Just the expression on his face more than made up for the price of admission. At first, he tried to politely disengage, to turn down the job from some obvious perverts, and head on home. After all, he was a good dog, and good dogs didn't have sex with humans. He'd been raised by Morgan's conservative, speciesist, close-minded family, and it really showed, as did his total and unquestioning loyalty to them. Just goes to show how we morphs are, I guess, and why we're still keptmorphs as often as not, even now, when we've got so much potential freedom. We were made to serve.

Opening the door to my apartment, I made it pretty clear with my body language that I wasn't taking the hints Jojo was trying to drop. I could see the gears turning in his head as he was working out some other way to be polite and still be subtle, so as not to offend me or Yoko, while at the same time he stepped into the front room. As soon as he stepped in, though, I saw his ears perk, his eyes widen, and his mouth shut tight while his nose got to working hard and fast. That's right, puppy, get a nice, deep whiff.

"Mistress?" That's what he said, blinking in confusion as he followed his nose toward the bedroom. I didn't have to do another blessed thing except follow along after him, making sure not to interrupt his actions. The moment he stepped through the open bedroom door, his jaw dropped, his eyes as wide as saucers. Not that I blame him for being stuck there, paralyzed. I mean, there was his hot young mistress, naked, tied up, and frankly reeking with pheromones that made it really obvious she wasn't just in heat - she was in need!

As soon as Morgan realized Jojo was there, she rolled onto her stomach, and hiked her butt in the air, sticking it out toward him. She was really turned on right then, but I could also smell how nervous she was. It's that sort of nervousness I guess we all get, when we're putting ourselves out there, offering ourselves completely to someone else, taking that huge leap of faith, and hoping they won't reject us when we're at our most vulnerable and giving.

I can't even begin to imagine what sorts of things were going through Jojo's mind right then. He's a good dog, obedient and loyal to his masters. On the other hand, he's even more loyal to Morgan, his best friend as well as his mistress. She wants him, and he can smell that for sure, and he can smell as surely as I can just how devastated she'll be if he turns her down.

A glance down confirmed what I thought: he was sporting wood, and quite a lot of it judging from the bulge in the front of his uniform's trousers. So all this arousal wasn't a one-way street. She wanted him, he wanted her, this should really be simple. It doesn't take a sociologist to figure out what's supposed to happen next. But I guess it takes a sociologist to give things that little extra nudge.

Reaching around Jojo, I began unbuttoning his uniform, starting up at the top, and working my way down. In the background, Yoko started getting undressed as well, then went to join Morgan on the bed, more to watch than to participate, though I expected that might happen as well. Jojo didn't resist as I stripped him naked, taking my time, giving him plenty of opportunity to back out, and plenty of time for Morgan to see exactly what she was getting herself into. Yoko knew where my maidenblade was, and quickly got it out of the bedside drawer, placing it near Morgan's feet. Meanwhile, I peeled down Jojo's trousers, taking his boxers with them, and then stood up, taking his billed cap off his head and tossing it onto a nearby chair.

"Well?" I asked, swhile he just gaped at me, dumbstruck. "She wants you, and you want her." I could feel my expression soften a little then, losing some of its commanding teacher presence. "And not just for sex, Jojo. Morgan loves you. Do you love her back?"

"Yes."

That was the word that finally galvanized Jojo into action. It wasn't the lusty eagerness of a virile young stud ready to mount another eager little breeding bitch. It wasn't even the casual, gentle masculinity of a seasoned cherry popper, gently putting a femme at ease before having sex. Instead, Jojo had all the manner of someone really, truly in love, and just the way he ran his hands over Morgan showed it.

He was so gentle with her, so sweet and tender and loving. The first place his hands went was to Morgan's wrists, where they were tied behind her back. He almost untied her, but she asked him not to, that she wanted him this way, that it made her feel comfortable, submissive, letting him have all the control. Realizing Morgan was giving him permission to do whatever he wanted to her, that's exactly what Jojo did.

The first thing he did, once he was the one in charge, the one deciding Morgan's fate...was to kiss her. I was standing over to the side, getting out of my clothes, and I could feel that kiss from where I was crouching, skirt puddled around my ankles. Just...wow. You've seen the movies, heard the hype, how everybody's raving about this "young love" and "true love" silliness. Well, right up until that moment, I wasn't a believer. Now, I am.

Jojo didn't stop there, though. He kept kissing Morgan, but not just on her lips. Oh no, once he got started, he was kissing her everywhere. Kissing, and caressing, and licking, until poor Morgan was squirming desperately in the soft ropes holding her tight, until she was whimpering like a puppy in her first heat, until she was begging Jojo to stop teasing her, that she wanted him, needed him right then, right there, right now! Jojo's tongue was his answer, working its way between Morgan's tightly-clasped, deeply-flushed cunny lips. And when he encountered a barrier keeping him from putting his tongue all the way into her, he picked up the maidenblade, there was a soft click, and that was that.

Trust me on this one: you don't know what cunnilingus is like until you've been given a proper tonguing by a morph. Every morphtype's got a different sort of tongue, too, so there's a lot of variety. Rodent and lagomorph morphs have these teeny tongues, but they're really dexterous, and they can find places you'd never have known existed, even if they can't reach any deeper than a human's dinky tongue, and they pretty much never get tired. From there, it all just gets better, from felimorphs with their rubbery tongue-barbs giving just that right amount of friction, to canomorphs, like me and Jojo, with tongues that are thick and long and smooth, to equimorph tongues, which are also smooth, but are also big. After about two minutes, Morgan wasn't just making those whimpering noises anymore, not with Jojo digging that big old tongue of his into her: she was screaming, and in all the right ways, for all the right reasons! I mean, Jojo was French-kissing her cunny so tightly, his muzzle and lips working so greedily, it looked as though he were quite literally eating her while he was eating her out. Just listening to the pitch and volume of Morgan's screams and other cries, I could make a pretty good guess about just where Jojo's tongue was hitting inside of her, from the G-spot, to that tender place right before the cervix, to the cervix itself - now that made Morgan squeal, her legs kicking to either side of Jojo's head. If he wasn't a lot stronger than he looked, he'd have probably gotten his head squished from the way that smooth, pale cutie kept clenching her thighs together. Lucky for him, he was strong, and could hold those legs apart.

Right about the time when Morgan was on the final stages of total collapse, well past any point where I'd ever taken her before, Jojo mounted her. He'd had her on all-fours almost the whole time, the position seeming to be comfortable for them both, reassuring, and though he'd lifted Morgan's legs, wheelbarrow-style, to dig his tongue in deeper during his oral play, she'd kept her face forward. Now she turned to look at him right at the moment she felt Jojo's penis at the gates of her cunny. I could see him give her this questioning look, just for a moment, and saw her nod in response. And then I watched as Jojo's astonishingly thick, bright red penis started to squeeze, nice and slow, all the way into Morgan's clenching, quivering depths.

Morgan was the one who got Jojo going. He seemed content to just keep up that nice, steady pace of his, taking his time, letting his lover build to orgasm after orgasm until she was left a hot, sweaty, gooey mess on the bed. My Goth cutie, though, she wanted more, and she was greedy for it. As soon as Jojo's balls touched her clitty, she thrust back at him, begging him to pound her hard, to hump her like an animal, to knock her up, to give her his puppies. She said a lot of other things, too, things I was pretty sure would have gotten her mouth washed out with soap back home. They did the trick, though, because Jojo quit messing around: he gave Morgan just what she wanted...and more.

By that time, I'd reached Yoko, and introduced her to one of my double-sided dildos. Believe me, we were both worked up by that point, but not nearly as much as Jojo and Morgan, now that they were both giving each other permission to just let loose, and let it all go. I didn't know Golden Retrievers could have that kind of passion! As for Morgan...well...if I didn't already know what she was really like under the sheets, I'd have thought the same about her. For me, though, it was the sounds that really did it, those hot, wet slapping sounds of fur-on-flesh, watching Morgan's cute butt bounce with each smack of Jojo's hips against them, watching his balls swing with each thrust forward or back, his fluffy butt tensed and tight as he opened up, drilling Morgan right to the depths. Ooh, and those smells...I didn't know true love had a smell before. Now, I did.

Right now, my sheets are at a local laundry. I really don't know if it'll do any good, though fortunately Morgan says she'll get me new ones. Jojo and Morgan came pretty much at the same time, and they were both gushers. I mean, real geyers, her clear juices splashing against his inner thighs, while his creamy ones squirted out around the little bulb at the base of his shaft. While he was pretty thick, I noticed Jojo didn't have much of a faux-knot, making his penis look a lot more like a human's...well, except for the bright red coloration, of course. He made sure every inch of that juicy schlong was buried to the hilt in Morgan, though, when he started to cum, and that meant the reason so much got out was just because even more of it that stayed deep inside her. With that much cum-pressure, he must have been pretty literally whitewashing her womb.

As I write this blog, Morgan's made the request back home to have Jojo move in with her on a permanent basis. Her parents have given her a tentative yes in response, since she knows just how to ask when she really wants something, a trick she only turns on when it's just that important to her, like going away for college. She's tested positive on the little pregnancy check kit I got her, and, honestly, she couldn't be happier. I guess this means I'm going to be an auntie, and all told, I can't say that I'm unhappy with this sort of a situation. Which means, I guess, that it's true what they've always said: true love does conquer all.

I just hope I don't have to take a turn changing diapers.