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"Separate Hells, Shared Heaven"
Written by: Eagle - 2001.06.22
Eagle@rthawk.com
Freely distributable non-commercially with no modifications
Twice upon a time, twice upon a place, existed a spirit drowning in
misery.
One, thirty-four year old Jeremiah Scottson, had lived on the street
for a year after divorcing his wife of 5 years and was often found in a
drunken stupor; the other, 4-year-old black-phase grey wolf/labrador
hybrid Midnyte, was down to flea and tick-infested fur and bones as her
owners found her an inconvenience to clean, feed, or even water
regularly.
Jerry's divorce devastated him, though the divorce itself put an end to
an ever-increasingly dissatisfying marriage. Jerry and Samantha loved
each other strongly enough at the beginning, but as time progressed,
even having a daughter between them left Jerry feeling distant, as
though he didn't belong though he had married Samantha so he could feel
as though he belonged to -something-. Samantha pleaded with Jerry, told
him how much she loved him, but grew wary of her efforts as Jerry drew
more and more distant from both her and their daughter Laura.
Jerry lost more than his interest in marriage; realizing losing his wife
and daughter compounded to a growing emptiness within him, and he gave
up on life altogether. Even before the divorce, Jerry more and more
sought companionship with a bottle more than other people.
He didn't hate his wife, and especially didn't hate Laura, but with the
emptiness he felt, he just wasn't right for either of them.
As for Midnyte, the family responsible for her thought it would be
'cool' to own a wolfdog after browsing the classifieds listing several
breeders. She, too, found emptiness ... no sooner had she weaned than
she was yanked from her labrador mother and grabbed by arms stroking and
cuddling her. The stroking and cuddling lasted all of about two weeks,
then faded ... and she found herself locked in the backyard, never
allowed in after a couple messes and one shredded pillow.
She was visited less and less, then only for food and water, and
gradually even that came to a stop.
Jerry gave up on living independently, and to try to fill his emptiness,
volunteered for several organizations ... when they failed to help him
feel better about himself for his work, he'd move onto a different one.
Eventually he stumbled into a local canine rescue group.
Jerry still didn't feel the emptiness fill, but tired of being tired of
things, he stuck with the rescue group.
Eventually, neighbors worried about the Midnyte's condition and (more
likely) fearing having an uncared-for wolfdog in the neighborhood, made
the call.
Jerry had been on several dozen rescues ... he helped load the dogs into
the van, bathe them, feed and water them, see to the cleanliness of the
kennels and socialize with them as much as possible, and aiding with the
euthanizing of dogs for whom a home could not be found within 60 days of
rescue.
Jerry's group had already dispatched someone to investigate, observing
the pen where Midnyte was kept, who then called the police to report
animal abuse and the center to arrange for rescue. The police
authorized the center to proceed, and were interrogating the parents of
the family outside when Jerry arrived in the van with other rescuers.
The only access to the yard with Midnyte in it was through the house,
which the police had opened for the rescuers to access. Jerry walked
inside, making his way through ... the house itself was dirty, though
obviously there hadn't been any dog in there for awhile. Jerry cringed
looking through the kitchen window at the back yard; it was so mucky, he
couldn't make much out. Then, a mud-and-dung-encrusted ghost of a
wolfdog raised her head and looked at him through her blue eyes.
Something within that barely-living creature reached into Jerry's own
eyes and froze his heart ... he'd seen worse; he'd arrived with his
rescue group and found dogs dead from neglect. But there was something
about her ...
Midnyte tucked her bony tail and hid from the rescuers until Jerry came
out. Jerry stood in a line as two experienced rescuers tried cornering
Midnyte to capture her, but she managed to get around them; she headed
straight to Jerry. He reached out to hold her still, but it proved
unnecessary; she sat by him, never taking her gaze off him, and raised a
mangy, filthy paw to him.
The other rescuers stopped in their tracks ... Jerry wasn't exactly a
star rescuer.
Jerry reached for her collar to walk her out, but found it was embedded
into her neck, and considering how gaunt she was, it amazing anything
would be too tight ... it had obviously been on her since she was a pup.
As Jerry sat on his knees, checking her over, she put her paws over his
shoulder.
Jerry very gently rubbed her back, patches of fur, blood from fleabites,
and a lot of mud sticking to his hands. She reeked of feces and urine,
but Jerry found he didn't care ... he stroked her softly, and she lay;
Jerry picked her up by her hind legs, keeping her forepaws and head over
his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her back for support, keeping
the other under her hind legs.
"Uh, Jerry, you uh ... want any help there?" finally asked Rynn, the
lead rescuer.
"She's fine ... I want to carry her."
Jerry spent more than his usual amount of time and effort bathing her at
the shelter ... the amount of feces, mud and blood caked into her fur
was horrifying, but even worse, how much fur came out as he gently
bathed her. Huge patches were missing, exposing several large areas of
bare skin.
All the while he bathed and handled her, Midnyte remained very calm ...
in fact, actually a bit non-plussed. She seemed to gaze straight
through Jerry, but toward other rescuers, she was defensive and even
hostile if they tried cornering her; with Jerry, she would stay near
him, but not much react.
The rescue group decided, however, because of her behavior toward the
other rescuers, and the hysteria over wolfdogs, she would be put down
less than a week after her rescue.
A pain worse than separating from his wife and daughter welled within
Jerry ... and then anger, to the point he told the group he would no
longer volunteer after her scheduled euthanasia; they hardly blinked.
More than that, Jerry realized if Midnyte was to be put down because no
one wanted her, he would do the same to himself, since no one wanted
him, either.
The day before the planned euthanizing, however, a different scheme
occurred to Jerry: steal her.
Jerry had been sleeping at the group's animal shelter in exchange for
his all-night volunteer work ever since he started, about 6 months prior
to Midnyte's rescue, so he had access 24 hours a day. No one else
dropped by at night, just an occasional middle-of-the-night call from
someone trying to arrange for a rescue.
About an hour after every else had left, Jerry retrieved a full series
of vaccinations from the medicine refrigerator and injected Midnyte with
them (it had been decided to not give her any, since she was going to be
put down). He let Midnyte out of her cage, then packed his old sleeping
bag and other items into his knapsack. He took a lead hanging from the
wall, but instead of putting it on Midnyte, he just packed it into his
knapsack, thinking to himself "... only if necessary." He took some
treats, giving her one on the spot and putting a bagful into his
knapsack, along with two bowls and a small bag of kibble that had been
donated (but the center usually just tossed away anyway because its too
low-standard and they needed to feed all the dogs the same kibble).
Jerry decided to give her another bath, and it was 3 a.m. before Jerry
finished up and headed out. He wandered around town for hours before
finding the train yard ... he hopped into an empty, open car; Midnyte
followed.
He found a good hiding place between stacks of empty pallets and,
exhausted from not having slept all night, lay on his side on the floor.
Midnyte laid on the floor beside him, to the side Jerry faced.
"It's jus' you and me, kid," Jerry quipped. Midnyte perked her ears,
but didn't turn her head to look at him; she gazed at an angle between
the pallets toward the door as dawn broke and the train started.
Jerry softly stroked her head, then scritched behind and between her
ears. She arched her head back, gazed at him, and softly licked his
hand ... Jerry melted, unable to believe how soft her tongue was; most
dogs have somewhat soft tongues, but hers was extremely so ... Jerry had
assumed wolves would have rougher tongues to deal with the outdoors.
Jerry scritched down her fur-and-skin patched back, and she panted.
"I dunno what it is about you, girl..." he started, but not even knowing
himself where he meant to go with that.
"... but I -need- you," he whispered.
Jerry suddenly looked off into space. "Christ, what the fuck am I doing
... talking to a dog ... jeez, running off with a dog?"
Midnyte stopped panting and gave Jerry a freezing stare, baring her
fangs.
"Yeah, like you understand English ... dammit, what the fuck am I
doing!?"
Midnyte grrrrowled lowly, then stood up and padded a few paces in front
of Jerry.
Jerry looked at her ... and I mean, looked. Although she was clean, her
coat was half-gone and though she had been fed, she was miserably gaunt.
Still ...
"Gods, you are beautiful..."
Jerry's eyes were seeing something other than the physical form in front
of him.
"What -is it- about you, girl? What do ... what did you see in me? Why
me? Why d'ja like me?"
Midnyte turned around, faced Jerry, and padded closer to him. Something
in her eyes ...
Jerry reflected inward on himself ... when he suddenly noticed, the
emptiness was gone ... the realization of this was very unexpected.
"What the FUCK!?"
Jerry forced himself to remember the wife and daughter he'd left. "Why
the fuck did I feel empty even with -them-!? What the hell are you to
take it away now!?"
Midnyte sat silently, gazing directly into Jerry's eyes.
"So you're a fricking half-wolf. Big deal. I can't have a family with
dogs or wolf!"
The more he heard himself downplaying the reality, the more Jerry knew
he was feeding himself bullshit.
"So what, do we have sex now!?"
Her jaw suddenly parted and she panted.
"Oh yeah, FUNNY."
She walked to his side, nuzzled into him as she did so and raised her
tail. Jerry couldn't help but gaze curiously under her tail as she
passed by.
"I'll be fucking damned if that isn't hot!" he chuckled as the train
picked up its pace, as it headed out of the city.
"Shit, what am I, a fucking closet bestialist?" he shook himself. "No
fucking way ... NO ... FUCKING ... WAY!"
Jerry stood up. "Dammit, why the hell didn't I pack my whiskey!?" he
suddenly realized. "Getting wasted is a major fucking high priority
right now!"
Jerry walked to the open door as trees and thick country shrubs streaked
by at some 80 miles per hour.
"Or maybe the answer is to leap out."
Barely heard above the noise of the train, Midnyte barked singly at him.
Jerry turned his head around and looked at her ... she hadn't moved from
the spot between the pallets, and gave a commanding stare.
Jerry turned around and walked back to her.
"Fucking hell, what -is it- with you!?"
Jerry ran through the past week in his mind. Just a fucking week and
his life was twisted around even worse than when he moved out onto the
street after giving up on Sam and Laura.
"You need to live, don't you?"
Midnyte sat again, and Jerry perceived a negative response.
"I need you to live. Is that it? I need you to live, and you need me
to ... to ... shit! Fuck, that's what this fucking is, isn't it!?"
Midnyte stood again, panted, and slowly swayed her tail back and forth.
"We both need to belong ... and be needed!"
The concept solidified whatever it was that had filled his emptiness.
"God damn you, bitch .... god damn you! Fuck! Shit, this is heavy
shit!"
Jerry knelt in front of her; she licked at his face.
Jerry nearly shuddered, and he licked her muzzle in return, as though it
were perfectly natural for him to do so.
".... nuff words ...." he muttered to himself.
In that empty car, Jerry stripped off what clothes he had on, felt the
remnants of her fur against his skin, which only incited him further.
Jerry felt himself in a second childhood, completely re-discovering and
re-defining himself.
She licked at his lips, and he slowly parted his to allow her in; she
daintily probed her soft tongue inward. As unable to stop himself as he
would the train, he returned the tongue by licking the inside of her
muzzle; beyond the kibble and dog biscuit whose scent he was familiar
with, she tasted wonderful and wild. She nuzzled down his side as he
knelt on all fours and nuzzled down her side, scritched and massaged her
with his hand.
She nuzzled under him as she reached his thighs, sliding her cold, wet
nose down the side of his cock ... which Jerry had suddenly realized was
hard for the first time in years.
"ohhhhhh my fucking godddd!" he muttered in ecstasy. "damn what you do
to me...!"
She inhaled his scent from his cock and balls, then tasted his flavor
with several soft strokes of her tongue.
Jerry trembled in combination of unleashed arousal and fear of the
unknown as he softly stroked her underside, her tiny nipples and farther
back to her furry mound; at this point, he trembled to near-convulsions.
She continued softly lapping at his cock and testicles, though far from
constituting a 'blow job,' the touch of her soft tongue inched him
onward, as contradicting forces simultaneously told him to stop and go
forth.
He parted his hand around the sides of her mound, softly stroked her
fur, but found it difficult to follow his drive to touch her there.
A curiosity factor added its weight ... what does dog pussy feel like?
It was enough to venture his middle finger down her mound to the
entrance; her tail shot up.
Jerry found himself so aroused, he had to walk his legs apart, and it
wasn't the sensation of her tongue that raised his arousal further.
He gradually worked his middle finger in ... she was hot ... hotter than
Samantha when he fingered her ... and her interior flesh felt smoother.
Definitely not as big, though ...
He worked his middle finger in until it met resistance.
"... guess they never had you fixed .... lucky me .... is that your
cherry I feel? ..."
Jerry suddenly realized the panting his ears detected was his own.
Jerry withdrew his middle finger and slowly brought it to his face,
glistening wet in the daylight shining in through the door. He gently
licked his finger, then suckled it off ... the taste was tart and
somewhat gamey.
Jerry laid on his side first, then slid onto his back, his head between
her hind legs as he moved his hand back to her mound, parting it and
gazing at her exposed anatomy.
She squatted slightly on her hind legs as he did this, continuing to
tongue him ... he wrapped one arm around her hind end, pulling her down
onto himself ... as she laid upon him, he started tonguing her mound,
driven wild by the sensation.
He maintained this for several minutes, a sort-of 69, as his euphoria
and arousal climbed ever higher ... he realized he was nearing his
limits, and something within him told him he needed her to take his
seed ... in her womb.
As he thought this, she padded off him and faced away from him, her head
turned back to gaze at him with her tail raised.
"Do you want this...?"
She panted.
"Do I want this....?
He panted harder.
"Fuck, yeah! ..."
He stepped forward. It took awhile to position himself, but her scent
and the feel of her fur and flesh against his own proved more than
sufficient to keep him aroused. Midnyte panted and reacted much more
enthusiastically than he had ever seen her ... okay, so he'd only seen
her for a week; still, ...
He parted her moistened folds and let them close around his tip. He
grappled her from above, then used his hind legs to try and push himself
in further ... it worked better than expected, and he somehow found the
right angle as he felt the tip of his cock hit her cherry; her walls
clamped and released around his cock, practically milking them.
Samantha -definitely- didn't do this ...
He slid in and out of her several times, before finally summoning the
will to slam hard enough into her to break her cherry ... both the
intensity and pace of her clamp-and-release rose with each thrust.
Tears of passion rode down his cheeks as he felt his climax arriving
quickly ... with one final thrust as deep within her as he could muster,
his seed sprayed into her canine womb.
Her walls spasmed around him as she suddenly yelped ... Jerry realized
she had climaxed as well. He stayed within her well past the end of his
own climax, unable to break from the sensation of her walls milking his
cock.
As her wall-spasms subsided, he finally withdrew ... she hopped around
between the pallets, lapped the juices from his cock and created a
ruckus, panting hard.
This time, it was Jerry's turn to follow her everywhere with his eyes.
"Damned if I hadn't thought for awhile now of taking a shortcut to
heaven ... Jeezus Christ, never thought I'd be there and still
breathing!"
Midnyte finally calmed from her post-orgasm frenzy, padded back to
Jerry, nuzzled and lay along his side as he failed to muster the energy
to follow her pacing.
She woofed softly at him as the words "You've brought me to heaven, too"
entered his mind.
<- THE END ->
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<2nd attachment, "Separate Hells, Shared Heaven.txt" begin>
"Separate Hells, Shared Heaven"
Written by: Eagle - 2001.06.22
Eagle@rthawk.com
Freely distributable non-commercially with no modifications
Twice upon a time, twice upon a place, existed a spirit drowning in
misery.
One, thirty-four year old Jeremiah Scottson, had lived off the street
for a year after divorcing his wife of 5 years and was often found in a
drunken stupor; the other, 4-year-old black-phase grey wolf/labrador
hybrid Midnyte, was down to flea and tick-infested fur and bones as her
owners found her an inconvenience to clean, feed, or even water
regularly.
Jerry's divorce devastated him, though the divorce itself put an end to
an ever-increasingly dissatisfying marriage. Jerry and Samantha loved
each other strongly enough at the beginning, but as time progressed,
even having a daughter between them left Jerry feeling distant, as
though he didn't belong though he had married Samantha so he could feel
as though he belonged to -something-. Samantha pleaded with Jerry, told
him how much she loved him, but grew wary of her efforts as Jerry drew
more and more distant from both her and their daughter Laura.
Jerry lost more than his interest in marriage; realizing losing his wife
and daughter compounded to a growing emptiness within him, and he gave
up on life altogether. Even before the divorce, Jerry more and more
sought companionship with a bottle more than other people.
He didn't hate his wife, and especially didn't hate Laura, but with the
emptiness he felt, he just wasn't right for either of them.
As for Midnyte, the family responsible for her thought it would be
'cool' to own a wolfdog after browsing the classifieds listing several
breeders. She, too, found emptiness ... no sooner had she weaned than
she was yanked from her labrador mother and grabbed by arms stroking and
cuddling her. The stroking and cuddling lasted all of about two weeks,
then faded ... and she found herself locked in the backyard, never
allowed in after a couple messes and one shredded pillow.
She was visited less and less, then only for food and water, and
gradually even that came to a stop.
Jerry gave up on living independently, and to try to fill his emptiness,
volunteered for several organizations ... when they failed to help him
feel better about himself for his work, he'd move onto a different one.
Eventually he stumbled into a local canine rescue group.
Jerry still didn't feel the emptiness fill, but tired of being tired of
things, he stuck with the rescue group.
Eventually, neighbors worried about the Midnyte's condition and (more
likely) fearing having an uncared-for wolfdog in the neighborhood, made
the call.
Jerry had been on several dozen rescues ... he helped load the dogs into
the van, bathe them, feed and water them, see to the cleanliness of the
kennels and socialize with them as much as possible, and aiding with the
euthanizing of dogs for whom a home could not be found within 60 days of
rescue.
Jerry's group had already dispatched someone to investigate, observing
the pen where Midnyte was kept, who then called the police to report
animal abuse and the center to arrange for rescue. The police
authorized the center to proceed, and were interrogating the parents of
the family outside when Jerry arrived in the van with other rescuers.
The only access to the yard with Midnyte in it was through the house,
which the police had opened for the rescuers to access. Jerry walked
inside, making his way through ... the house itself was dirty, though
obviously there hadn't been any dog in there for awhile. Jerry cringed
looking through the kitchen window at the back yard; it was so mucky, he
couldn't make much out. Then, a mud-and-dung-encrusted ghost of a
wolfdog raised her head and looked at him through her blue eyes.
Something within that barely-living creature reached into Jerry's own
eyes and froze his heart ... he'd seen worse; he'd arrived with his
rescue group and found dogs dead from neglect. But there was something
about her ...
Midnyte tucked her bony tail and hid from the rescuers until Jerry came
out. Jerry stood in a line as two experienced rescuers tried cornering
Midnyte to capture her, but she managed to get around them; she headed
straight to Jerry. He reached out to hold her still, but it proved
unnecessary; she sat by him, never taking her gaze off him, and raised a
mangy, filthy paw to him.
The other rescuers stopped in there tracks ... Jerry wasn't exactly a
star rescuer.
Jerry reached for her collar to walk her out, but found it was embedded
into her neck, and considering how gaunt she was, it amazing anything
would be too tight ... it had obviously been on her since she was a pup.
As Jerry sat on his knees, checking her over, she put her paws over his
shoulder.
Jerry very gently rubbed her back, patches of fur, blood from fleabites,
and a lot of mud sticking to his hands. She wreaked of feces and urine,
but Jerry found he didn't care ... he stroked her softly, and she lay;
Jerry picked her up by her hind legs, keeping her forepaws and head over
his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her back for support, keeping
the other under her hind legs.
"Uh, Jerry, you uh ... want any help there?" finally asked Rynn, the
lead rescuer.
"She's fine ... I want to carry her."
Jerry spent more than his usual amount of time and effort bathing her at
the shelter ... the amount of feces, mud and blood caked into her fur
was horrifying, but even worse, how much fur came out as he gently
bathed her. Huge patches were missing, exposing several large areas of
bare skin.
All the while he bathed and handled her, Midnyte remained very calm ...
in fact, actually a bit non-plussed. She seemed to gaze straight
through Jerry, but toward other rescuers, she was defensive and even
hostile if they tried cornering her; with Jerry, she would stay near
him, but not much react.
The rescue group decided, however, because of her behavior toward the
other rescuers, and the hysteria over wolfdogs, she would be put down
less than a week after her rescue.
A pain worse than separating from his wife and daughter welled within
Jerry ... and then anger, to the point he told the group he would no
longer volunteer after her scheduled euthanasia; they hardly blinked.
More than that, Jerry realized if Midnyte was to be put down because no
one wanted her, he would do the same to himself, since no one wanted
him, either.
The day before the planned euthanizing, however, a different scheme
occurred to Jerry: steal her.
Jerry had been sleeping at the group's animal shelter in exchange for
his all-night volunteer work ever since he started, about 6 months prior
to Midnyte's rescue, so he had access 24 hours a day. No one else
dropped by at night, just an occasional middle-of-the-night call from
someone trying to arrange for a rescue.
About an hour after every else had left, Jerry retrieved a full series
of vaccinations from the medicine refrigerator and injected Midnyte with
them (it had been decided to not give her any, since she was going to be
put down). He let Midnyte out of her cage, then packed his old sleeping
bag and other items into his knapsack. He took a lead hanging from the
wall, but instead of putting it on Midnyte, he just packed it into his
knapsack, thinking to himself "... only if necessary." He took some
treats, giving her one on the spot and putting a bagful into his
knapsack, along with two bowls and a small bag of kibble that had been
donated (but the center usually just tossed away anyway because its too
low-standard and they needed to feed all the dogs the same kibble).
Jerry decided to give her another bath, and it was 3 a.m. before Jerry
finished up and headed out. He wandered around town for hours before
finding the train yard ... he hopped into an empty, open car; Midnyte
followed.
He found a good hiding place between stacks of empty pallets and,
exhausted from not having slept all night, lay on his side on the floor.
Midnyte laid on the floor beside him, to the side Jerry faced.
"It's jus' you and me, kid," Jerry quipped. Midnyte perked her ears,
but didn't turn her head to look at him; she gazed at an angle between
the pallets toward the door as dawn broke and the train started.
Jerry softly stroked her head, then scritched behind and between her
ears. She arched her head back, gazed at him, and softly licked his
hand ... Jerry melted, unable to believe how soft her tongue was; most
dogs have somewhat soft tongues, but hers was extremely so ... Jerry had
assumed wolves would have rougher tongues to deal with the outdoors.
Jerry scritched down her fur-and-skin patched back, and she panted.
"I dunno what it is about you, girl..." he started, but not even knowing
himself where he meant to go with that.
"... but I -need- you," he whispered.
Jerry suddenly looked off into space. "Christ, what the fuck am I doing
... talking to a dog ... jeez, running off with a dog?"
Midnyte stopped panting and gave Jerry a freezing stare, baring her
fangs.
"Yeah, like you understand English ... dammit, what the fuck am I
doing!?"
Midnyte grrrrowled lowly, then stood up and padded a few paces in front
of Jerry.
Jerry looked at her ... and I mean, looked. Although she was clean, her
coat was half-gone and though she had been fed, she was miserably gaunt.
Still ...
"Gods, you are beautiful..."
Jerry's eyes were seeing something other than the physical form in front
of him.
"What -is it- about you, girl? What do ... what did you see in me? Why
me? Why d'ja like me?"
Midnyte turned around, faced Jerry, and padded closer to him. Something
in her eyes ...
Jerry reflected inward on himself ... when he suddenly noticed, the
emptiness was gone ... the realization of this was very unexpected.
"What the FUCK!?"
Jerry forced himself to remember the wife and daughter he'd left. "Why
the fuck did I feel empty even with -them-!? What the hell are you to
take it away now!?"
Midnyte sat silently, gazing directly into Jerry's eyes.
"So you're a fricking half-wolf. Big deal. I can't have a family with
dogs or wolf!"
The more he heard himself downplaying the reality, the more Jerry knew
he was feeding himself bullshit.
"So what, do we have sex now!?"
Her jaw suddenly parted and she panted.
"Oh yeah, FUNNY."
She walked to his side, nuzzled into him as she did so and raised her
tail. Jerry couldn't help but gaze curiously under her tail as she
passed by.
"I'll be fucking damned if that isn't hot!" he chuckled as the train
picked up its pace, as it headed out of the city.
"Shit, what am I, a fucking closet bestialist?" he shook himself. "No
fucking way ... NO ... FUCKING ... WAY!"
Jerry stood up. "Dammit, why the hell didn't I pack my whiskey!?" he
suddenly realized. "Getting wasted is a major fucking high priority
right now!"
Jerry walked to the open door as trees and thick country shrubs streaked
by at some 80 miles per hour.
"Or maybe the answer is to leap out."
Barely heard above the noise of the train, Midnyte barked singly at him.
Jerry turned his head around and looked at her ... she hadn't moved from
the spot between the pallets, and gave a commanding stare.
Jerry turned around and walked back to her.
"Fucking hell, what -is it- with you!?"
Jerry ran through the past week in his mind. Just a fucking week and
his life was twisted around even worse than when he moved out onto the
street after giving up on Sam and Laura.
"You need to live, don't you?"
Midnyte sat again, and Jerry perceived a negative response.
"I need you to live. Is that it? I need you to live, and you need me
to ... to ... shit! Fuck, that's what this fucking is, isn't it!?"
Midnyte stood again, panted, and slowly swayed her tail back and forth.
"We both need to belong ... and be needed!"
The concept solidified whatever it was that had filled his emptiness.
"God damn you, bitch .... god damn you! Fuck! Shit, this is heavy
shit!"
Jerry knelt in front of her; she licked at his face.
Jerry nearly shuddered, and he licked her muzzle in return, as though it
were perfectly natural for him to do so.
".... nuff words ...." he muttered to himself.
In that empty car, Jerry stripped off what clothes he had on, felt the
remnants of her fur against his skin, which only incited him further.
Jerry felt himself in a second childhood, completely re-discovering and
re-defining himself.
She licked at his lips, and he slowly parted his to allow her in; she
daintily probed her soft tongue inward. As unable to stop himself as he
would the train, he returned the tongue by licking the inside of her
muzzle; beyond the kibble and dog biscuit whose scent he was familiar
with, she tasted wonderful and wild. She nuzzled down his side as he
knelt on all fours and nuzzled down her side, scritched and massaged her
with his hand.
She nuzzled under him as she reached his thighs, sliding her cold, wet
nose down the side of his cock ... which Jerry had suddenly realized was
hard for the first time in years.
"ohhhhhh my fucking godddd!" he muttered in ecstasy. "damn what you do
to me...!"
She inhaled his scent from his cock and balls, then tasted his flavor
with several soft strokes of her tongue.
Jerry trembled in combination of unleashed arousal and fear of the
unknown as he softly stroked her underside, her tiny nipples and farther
back to her furry mound; at this point, he trembled to near-convulsions.
She continued softly lapping at his cock and testicles, though far from
constituting a 'blow job,' the touch of her soft tongue inched him
onward, as contradicting forces simultaneously told him to stop and go
forth.
He parted his hand around the sides of her mound, softly stroked her
fur, but found it difficult to follow his drive to touch her there.
A curiosity factor added its weight ... what does dog pussy feel like?
It was enough to venture his middle finger down her mound to the
entrance; her tail shot up.
Jerry found himself so aroused, he had to walk his legs apart, and it
wasn't the sensation of her tongue that raised his arousal further.
He gradually worked his middle finger in ... she was hot ... hotter than
Samantha when he fingered her ... and her interior flesh felt smoother.
Definitely not as big, though ...
He worked his middle finger in until it met resistance.
"... guess they never had you fixed .... lucky me .... is that your
cherry I feel? ..."
Jerry suddenly realized the panting his ears detected was his own.
Jerry withdrew his middle finger and slowly brought it to his face,
glistening wet in the daylight shining in through the door. He gently
licked his finger, then suckled it off ... the taste was tart and
somewhat gamey.
Jerry laid on his side first, then slid onto his back, his head between
her hind legs as he moved his hand back to her mound, parting it and
gazing at her exposed anatomy.
She squatted slightly on her hind legs as he did this, continuing to
tongue him ... he wrapped one arm around her hind end, pulling her down
onto himself ... as she laid upon him, he started tonguing her mound,
driven wild by the sensation.
He maintained this for several minutes, a sort-of 69, as his euphoria
and arousal climbed ever higher ... he realized he was nearing his
limits, and something within him told him he needed her to take his
seed ... in her womb.
As he thought this, she padded off him and faced away from him, her head
turned back to gaze at him with her tail raised.
"Do you want this...?"
She panted.
"Do I want this....?
He panted harder.
"Fuck, yeah! ..."
He stepped forward. It took awhile to position himself, but her scent
and the feel of her fur and flesh against his own proved more than
sufficient to keep him aroused. Midnyte panted and reacted much more
enthusiastically than he had ever seen her ... okay, so he'd only seen
her for a week; still, ...
He parted her moistened folds and let them close around his tip. He
grappled her from above, then used his hind legs to try and push himself
in further ... it worked better than expected, and he somehow found the
right angle as he felt the tip of his cock hit her cherry; her walls
clamped and released around his cock, practically milking them.
Samantha -definitely- didn't do this ...
He slid in and out of her several times, before finally summoning the
will to slam hard enough into her to break her cherry ... both the
intensity and pace of her clamp-and-release rose with each thrust.
Tears of passion rode down his cheeks as he felt his climax arriving
quickly ... with one final thrust as deep within her as he could muster,
his seed sprayed into her canine womb.
Her walls spasmed around him as she suddenly yelped ... Jerry realized
she had climaxed as well. He stayed within her well past the end of his
own climax, unable to break from the sensation of her walls milking his
cock.
As her wall-spasms subsided, he finally withdrew ... she hopped around
between the pallets, lapped the juices from his cock and created a
ruckus, panting hard.
This time, it was Jerry's turn to follow her everywhere with his eyes.
"Damned if I hadn't thought for awhile now of taking a shortcut to
heaven ... Jeezus Christ, never thought I'd be there and still
breathing!"
Midnyte finally calmed from her post-orgasm frenzy, padded back to
Jerry, nuzzled and lay along his side as he failed to muster the energy
to follow her pacing.
She woofed softly at him as the words "You've brought me to heaven, too"
entered his mind.
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