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Title : Fleshbags

   Author : MeatBot

   Keywords : pedo, teen, cons

   Written : 20150116
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   After the aliens have taken over, humans are kept as pets.  A girl pet
learns of sex and love.

   Disclaimer :

   Copyright by the author.  Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author.  This is a work
of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

   This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under
law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it.  If you hate it, I didn't.  If it offends you, it
was a misprint.  If you want to sue me, I don't exist.  Sue the internet
instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.

   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  This story is all made
up.  If you don't like it, read something else.  Don't bitch at me.  You
have been warned.

   This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





   My master found me on the garbage heap.  Just like that, I'd gotten
thrown out, like I was garbage.  I was thrown out because I was sick, and I
was still sick for a long time, but he nursed me back to health.  He was a
good master, way better than my old one.  He honestly seemed to care about
me, about whether I lived, or died.  My old master called me a fleshbag,
and said I was useless, and threw me out.

   I had gotten sick from some bad food that made a lot of pets sick.  My
old master just walked me out to the curb, one day, and tossed me into the
back of a large vehicle full of garbage.  It took me outside of town, and
dumped me.  I had a thought then that I was free, but I didn't know what to
do.  I had no idea how to survive, where to get food, or anything.  I was
lucky a master was digging through the garbage pile, and chanced onto me.
He took me home.  He is my new master, now.

   My new master did not live in town.  He lived in a small housing unit
out by the garbage dump.  I know now that he is considered to be crazy by
the other masters.  They pay him no attention.  He makes his living from
the garbage dump.  When I got better, when I got over my sickness, I helped
him.  He never ordered me to help, but I did.  I wanted to show him I
appreciated what he had done for me.

   When the sun goes away, we sit in his domecile and talk.  I think he'd
been lonely, before I came.  I think he enjoyed having someone to talk to.
He told me stories, fabulous stories of the masters and their fantastic
voyages across the galaxy.  I still don't know really what a galaxy is, but
I know it's very large, as it took them hundreds of thousands of cycles to
go from one end to the other.  And along the way, they stopped here, at my
little planet, long enough to take over and then leave, leaving a group of
masters in charge.  In charge of my world.

   That was ancient history, and, although it was interesting, it didn't
mean a lot to me.  This was the only life I'd ever known, being owned by a
master.  I couldn't have survived, on my own.

   We made a pretty good living, from the garbage dump.  Some masters were
very foolish, and threw away all kinds of good stuff.  Once a minor cycle,
we took the best stuff into the city and sold it at the market.  Then, we
bought food, food and powdered air for my master, and food for me.  We ate
totally different things, and he let me pick out what I wanted, and he
never complained about the price.  Like I said, he was a good master.

   Every time we went into the city I looked for my old master, but I never
saw him.  I wanted him to see me, and see that I was still viable, that I
was more than just a fleshbag.  I wanted him to regret throwing me away,
although he was hateful enough that he probably wouldn't have cared.  The
city was just too big, though.

   The masters were building a machine, in the center of the city.  That's
what the city was all about, actually.  The machine.  The atmosphere
machine.  There was a dozen or so of them, according to my master, spread
around the world.  Someday they would all go online, and a few hundred
years later the air would be changed to the air that the masters breathed.
All us humans would die, then, unless we wore masks, masks like what the
masters had to wear, now.  Our roles would be reversed.  We would die, if
we breathed the master's air.

   That was far enough in the future that I didn't worry much about it.  I
was happy, in my new life.  As happy as a pet could be.  I knew that, even
though he treated me nicely, I knew that I was just a pet to him. 
Something to amuse him, to occupy his time.  At least he did not hurt me,
like my old master did sometimes.  My new master never struck or whipped
me.

   His name was Murphamacabeezlesqueakding, or something crazy like that.
All the master had crazy names.  I just called him Murph.  Murph was a
base, as I understand it, what was passably a male, of their three sexes.
He had a protruding organ of reproduction, I know that because I saw it
often.  In the evenings we would sit around, and watch a vid screen that
he'd salvaged from the garbage dump.  Sometimes he'd run a tentacle around
a small hole in the lower part of his body, and his organ would finally
emerge.  He would delicately tickle it, or grasp it firmly with a tentacle
and manipulate it.  He did this without shame or embarrassment, but I knew
from living with my old master that it would have been considered in bad
taste for him to have done it in front of other masters.  But it didn't
bother him to do it in front of me.

   "Shishy," he said one evening.  I was half-way laying across my soft
sitting sleeping device that he had made for me, almost asleep.  I woke up
and gave him my attention.  He stood off to the side, standing solid on his
three legs, like a tripod.  He looked like a little pyramid.

   "Shishy, show me what you human females do for relief of sexual tension.
I have read in your writings of such a thing, when a male is not present,
and you have no male present.  You have lived with me for almost forty
cycles, now, without a male."

   "Sexual...  tension?" I asked.  I had no idea what he was talking about.

   "Do you ever feel sexual tension?" he asked.  I gave him a blank look.

   "I guess not.  I have no idea what it is," I said, being completely
honest with him.

   He made that funny buzzing noise that passed for laughter, with the
masters.  "You might now that you know about it," he said, and I laughed
too, although I had no idea why.

   "Sex is what makes babies, right?" I asked, a little curious.  I
wondered how much he knew about the process, with us humans.  I might be
able to learn some things, here.

   "Affirmative," he replied.  "The male fertilizes the female's eggs with
a process not unlike my people's."

   "I see," I said, although I didn't really.

   "Murph," I said, "I think I'm too young to know about this stuff now. 
Ask me again when I get older."

   He laughed some more.  "Will that knowledge magically appear in your
head, at that time?" he asked.  I grimaced.  I had no idea.  How did adults
know about this stuff, anyway?

   "Shishy," he said.  "How many revolutions are you?"

   I knew that, at least.  "Nine," I replied.

   "Yes," he said.  "You are far to young to procreate.  But you can still
take pleasure in your sexual organs."

   Ugh.  For some reason I wasn't too sure about that, about discussing
things like that with him.  It just seemed kind of weird.  But he was
insistent.

   "Have you ever touched yourself, as you see me do?" he asked, and I
looked at him.  Sure enough, he was at it again, his organ of reproduction
had protruded, and he was stroking it with two tentacles.

   "No," I said firmly, although, of course, I had had.  I mean, who
hasn't?

   "You should make the attempt, at least," he said.  "It can be very
pleasurable, at least for me, it is."

   "I'll give it thought," I replied, staring at the vid screen.  In truth,
I was slightly embarrassed.

   "It will help pass the time," he continued.  What a one-track mind he
has, I thought.  "It helps me through the long evening hours, before I go
into sleep-trance."

   I forgot the screen and watched him stroke his organ.  It was peculiar,
about as long as my forearm, and maybe slightly smaller than my wrist.  It
had gotten large and stiff as it did when he stroked it, and all the
wrinkles had gone out of it.  I remembered long ago, when I had seen a
young boy without his coverings.  He had something similar, though almost
microscopic compared to my master's organ.  I wondered if human boys
stroked their organs, on occasion.

   He gave a funny gasp, like he did when he did this.  Then, as I'd seen
before, a stream of liquid shot from the rounded end of his organ, and onto
the floor.  I'd accidentally stepped in it before, and I knew it was pretty
slick.  I watched as he squirted several times, and finally he was done. 
His organ got soft again, and slowed pulled back in the hole.  I knew he
could do this several times an evening, although he didn't always squirt. I
smelled a slight odor, the scent of the liquid he'd sprayed.  Crazy, I
thought.  Just plain crazy.

   "Murph," I said.  He made the huffing noise that I assumed was a sigh,
and looked at me.  I knew from experience I could pretty much ask him
anything, and he wouldn't get mad.  He was pretty easygoing.  "Murph... 
would you do that if other masters were around?  Would you let them see you
do it?"

   He was silent for a while.  I knew that meant either he was thinking
hard, or he didn't want to answer.  Something to mention here about the
masters...  their minds were not able to lie.  A master simply could not
speak, rather than tell a lie.  I knew everything he ever said was the
truth.  No matter how harsh or unpleasant, he would always tell the truth.
If it was something he didn't want me to know about, he just had to be
silent, rather than to tell me a lie.  He could lie by omission, by
remaining silent, but he could not tell a lie.

   "Shisy," he finally said.  "You have given me something to ponder.  No,
I would not.  It would cause...  great embarrassment and loss of stature to
me...  not that I have much stature, in the eyes of my fellow masters... 
but, to answer your question, no.  I would not."

   "That's okay, Murph," I said, "I don't care.  You can do it all you
like."

   "It is...  very pleasureable...  I will probably continue, if you don't
mind."

   That's a switch, I thought.  A master, asking me if I minded something.
It would never have occurred to my old master to even ask.  I giggled at
that.  And, at the idea of my old master doing it, stroking his organ.



   --==+==-

   Later, as the days passed, I thought a lot about what Murph had said
about giving myself pleasure, as he did.  One night, after Murph had gone
to his sleep room early, I sat on my sleep device, and thought, well, so
what, I'll try it.  I was kind of bored, actually.

   I wore a strip of cloth over my private areas, down below, and a string
to hold it up.  I untied the string and took off the cloth.  I was naked,
now.  I sat in the dim light, and examined my girl parts as well as I was
able.

   I was kind of surprised to find that I had an actual hole into my body.
I'd never looked that close before.  I knew from gossip I'd heard long ago
that babies came out of female's bodies, from somewhere down there...  but
this hole was way too small for anything but a teeny tiny baby.  Crazy. 
There was the hole I peed out of, I was aware of that, at least...  and in
front of it was a little button of flesh.  I touched it, and wiggled my
finger around, and I knew right away that this is probably what Murph was
talking about.  It felt good.  I squished and smashed and rubbed it for the
longest time, and suddenly goose bumps appeared on my inner legs.  I kept
going, and the warmest, happiest feeling burst over me, unlike anything I'd
ever felt before.  I knew for sure that was what Murph was talking about. I
wondered if it felt that good for him, when he manipulated his reproductive
organ.  I hoped it was.

   I just lay there, afterwards, my legs spread way apart, and laughed to
myself.  I decided I would do this every night, after Murph went to his
sleep room.  It was great fun.  I felt like I'd made a major discovery, and
I was appreciative of Murph for pointing the way to me.



   --==+==-

   The next night, after it got dark outside and we settled in for the
night, I told Murph what I'd discovered.  I was almost embarrassed to tell
him, but I figured I owed it to him, because he'd put the idea into my
head.

   Murph was interested, as he is interested in everything I do or tell
him. Humans in general seemed to interest him.  Anyway, he asked me many
questions about the feeling, and we agreed that what I felt was probably
about what he felt, to.  He said some funny things, like the pleasure side
effect insures that the procreative act will be carried out regularly, and
stuff like that.  Stuff too scientific for me to be interested in.  I was
just interested in getting that good feeling again.

   "Shishy," Murph said, moving out of his usual spot and close to me. 
"Demonstrate the pleasure act, please.  Show me how you did it."

   Oh, now that was really embarrassing.  But, like I said, I felt like I
owed it to him.  I finally stood and dropped my covering, and sat on the
sitting device.  I spread my legs wide, and touched myself on the little
button.

   "May I inspect your privates?" Murph asked, and I giggled.  Why not, I
thought.  I nodded, and he moved yet closer, training his ocular nodes on
my groin.  To assist him, I spread myself with my fingers.

   "Where do you touch yourself?" he asked, and I pointed to the button.

   "Shishy, that is your clitoris," he said.  "There is a similar nodule in
the females of my species, just as your males have an appendage similar to
mine, called a penis."

   Interesting.  Not really information I could use, but interesting.  He
examined me for a few moments, and then leaned back.

   "Shishy," he said.  He paused dramatically.  I stared at him.  "Our
relationship is very unusual, compared to most Xandor-Thunk and human
relationships.  We do not have a simple master-slave relationship.  I have
given you as much freedom of choice and self-determination as I would
another master, although you still do not seem to realize it or desire it.
I understand."

   He paused again.  How interesting, I thought...  a word I'd never heard
before.  Was that what his people called themself?  Xandor-Thunk?  Not
exactly awe-inspiring.  He finally continued.

   "I will now ask you something that I hope does not stretch the limits of
our relationship, and, yes, our friendship.  Do not be offended.  Just say
yes, or no.  Shishy, may I touch your private area?"

   Well, that was a twist, I thought.  A master, almost begging me... 
although, Murph had never acted like a true master, from the beginning.  I
thought about that longer than I thought about what he had asked.  Really,
for some reason, that didn't bother me, hardly any.

   "Murph.  Yes." I simply said.  I really didn't care.  He was my friend.
It was a peculiar request, and a bit intrusive, but I would let him.

   He approached a little closer, and extended a tentacle, the primary one
on his front.  I felt its feathery touch on me, on my privates.  It tickled
and I giggled and squirmed.  He withdrew it.

   "I'm sorry..." he said, "did I hurt or offend you?"

   "No, it just tickled," I explained.

   "What is tickled?" he asked.

   "It was a light touch, that felt funny.  I dunno, it's hard to explain.
It is not bad, tickling can be very good, when done right."

   "I understand," he said, and resumed his exploration of my body.  I felt
him slightly pull open the hole, and then his tentacle tickled down towards
where my bottom hole was.  I leaned back and spread my legs further, and
let him explore my bottom.  That actually felt pretty good, but not nearly
as good as when he found my button.

   He stroked my button harder than he'd touched me so far.  It really
really felt good, even better than when I'd done it to myself.  I suppose
anything feels better when somebody else is doing it, even a pyramid-shaped
monster from another planet.  I let him stroke me, and he seemed stuck
there, which didn't bother me any.

   "Murph," I finally said, "that feels very good.  You can do that anytime
you want, for as long as you want."

   He made that funny laughter noise again.

   "Shishy," he said.  "your clitoris is where a bundle of special nerve
fiber comes to the surface.  It is one of the main centers of pleasure in
the human body.  The writings of your people are full of references to it."

   I understood why.  It felt good.  I just lay back and relaxed, and let
him stroke me.  My legs started to twitch, and I had goose bumps again.  Oh
goodness, I thought, I'm having one of those things again.  It washed over
me like a wave, and just carried me off in a sea of pleasure.  I forgot
everything for a moment, and just floated, happy.  When I finally came back
to earth, Murph was still stroking me.

   "Shishy," said Murph.  "I think you just had an orgasm.  Your people, as
well as mine, can do that.  It is the payoff for enacting the procreative
function."

   "That was very good," I said.  "I want to do that every day."

   "We can arrange that," he said, and laughed again.

   He was still stroking me.  It still felt good, although I felt a bit of
a cramp in my leg.  I flexed it until it went away.

   "Shishy," said Murph, "Let us perform an experiment.  Let's see if you
are multi-orgasmic."



   --==+==-

   I was exhausted when Murp finally went to his room.  I think I'd totally
satisfied his curiosity about human female sexuality by then.  I lay down
feeling warm and happy inside.  That was fun, I thought.  I had no idea how
many orgasms I'd had, five at least, I guessed.  It was great fun.

   The next night, just like we'd done it forever, we did it again.  This
time, however, as he stroked my clitoris, he also stroked his own organ
with his side tentacles.  When I finally had my second or third orgasm, he
squirted stuff from his organ, having to bend it over so he didn't get the
stuff on my sleeping device.  We both giggled at that.

   The next night, I had an idea.  It was so good it actually felt kind of
bad, to me.  Murph had once tried to explain the concept of "wicked" to me,
and I think that this is the time that I finally began to understand what
he meant.

   "Murph," I said, as he started to stroke me.  His organ was already
protruding.

   "Yes, Shishy?" he replied.

   "Murph, let me rub your...  organ for you.  Here..." I turned, laying on
my side, so he could still have access to my privates.  From here, I
reached down, and took his organ by the tip end of it.  It felt warm and
soft in my hand.  It was very smooth on the end, and I realized it was
because it was so hard and stiff.

   Murph made some funny noises and I began to rub my hands up and down it.
I hoped they were good noises.  His body jerked several times, and I could
feel his organ twitch.

   "Murph," I said, "what do you call this thing again?"

   "Technically, it is a penis," he said.  A penis.  I see, I thought. 
I'll remember that.

   "Does this feel good?" I asked, hoping it did.

   "Yes, very," he said, and twitched some more.  I laughed and pumped his
penis, using both my hands.  He leaned into me a little further.  He was
flicking my clitoris with the tip end of his tentacle, and it felt very
good.  I knew I was going to have one of those orgasm things pretty
quickly.

   I began to breathe heavily, and I twitched, too.  Finally, I had an
orgasm, and I had to let go of his penis while it washed over me.  When I
came back down, I resumed stroking him.  He was twitching, too, and I
wondered if I could make him squirt his stuff out.  As I understood it,
that was his equivalent of having an orgasm.  I hoped it would happen, for
him.

   I just went faster and faster, and he seemed to like it.  Suddenly,
clear sticky liquid jetted out the end of his penis, splashing on my legs
and my sleeping device.  Ick!  I thought, but I kept going, I didn't want
to spoil it for him.  His ocular nodes were closed, and his mouth was open
as he breathed through it.  I figured he probably looked a bit like I
looked, when I had an orgasm.

   Finally, he seemed to wake back up.

   "Shishy, that felt extremely good," he said.  "Thank you for giving me
that pleasure."

   "Aw, that's okay," I said, "You did it for me, too."

   "Yes.  It is peculiar, but it always feels better when somebody else
does it."

   "Yes, I noticed that," I said.  Weird.

   We just relaxed, after that.  Murph taught me a new word, for what we
had just done.  It was what what I hoped we'd do every night, together. 
The word was "masturbate".

   I finally got up and got a piece of scrap cloth, and cleaned his orgasm
fluid from my legs and my sleeping device.  He thanked me again, and
finally trundled off to his sleeping room.  I relaxed, watched the screen
for a while, and finally nodded off to sleep, still naked.



   --==+==-

   Many cycles passed, and then tens of cycles.  We still masturbated each
other, every single night.  We hardly ever missed a time.  It was still
lots of fun.  It never seemed to get old.  I grew, larger and larger.  My
breasts grew more, and the fuzz on my girl parts turned into a nice little
patch of hair.  I was pleased, all in all, in how I was turning out.  I
even had to find a strip of cloth, at last, to bind up my breasts, when
they began to flop about.  I knew from long ago, though, than eventually I
would begin to bleed, down there, and that frightened me a bit.

   I talked to Murph about this, at length.  He was interested, as he was
about all facets of my life.  One evening when we'd just gotten back from
the market, he spoke to me as I lay on my sleeping slash sitting device.

   "Shishy," he said, "today when I spoke to Rember-Ramber-squeak-bop, we
talked about your bleeding function.  He passed along some interesting
information, which I will now share with you."

   "Okay..." I said, curious.

   "Your bleeding function means that you are capable of reproduction,
should a male of your species fertilize you.  This can easily be prevented
by a veterinarian, if you are so inclined.  A chemical can be injected in
your buttocks, and you will no longer bleed or reproduce, even if
fertilized."

   Really.  That was interesting information.  And it sounded pretty
desirable.

   "Is there a cost associated?" I asked.  I didn't want to make him spend
a lot of credits on me.

   "He said it was minimal.  Next cycle, when we enter the city, I will
enquire, if you wish the injection."

   "I think I would like that," I said.  Just to stop the bleeding part
would be good enough.  I did not plan on being fertilized anytime soon, if
ever.

   And that's just what we did, next time we went into town.  We visited a
veterinarian, and he gave me a slightly painful shot, in my butt.  He said
it was good for many decicycles, and I was pleased.  I wasn't ready to
bleed, and I sure wasn't ready for a baby human to grow inside my body.



   --==+==-

   More time passed.  I grew large and strong.  I think it helped me, to
help my master sift through the garbage heap.  I got good at picking up
heavy things, and carrying them.  I looked at other females, when we went
into town.  They looked soft and weak, compared to me.  I looked as strong
as some of the males, even.

   Some of the males in town liked me.  They would always come to the
market and try to talk to me, while we sold our junk.  I usually paid them
no mind, I just was not interested in males.  I did like some of the girls,
though, but not a lot of them seemed to like me.  I think I scared them,
sometimes.  All the girl pets wore frilly fancy coverings, and some of them
even wore face coverings.  I always wondered what they looked like,
underneath.



   --==+==-

   Several years passed.  We prospered, even adding a room onto our
domecile.  Murph was still an outcast, kind of, although a committee of
masters did visit once, and asked him what he thought should be done about
the "garbage problem".  His solution did not meet with their approval, he
suggested a contingent of freed humans who would assist us in recycling the
garbage.  They left, arguing among themselves, and Murph amused me greatly
that night by mimicing the pompous masters among them.

   "Shishy," Murph said one night, as we prepared to masturbate.  "I have
something...  for you to think about.  I only make this as a suggestion of
activity we might conceivably attempt."

   "Okay..." I said, dropping the covering from my crotch.  If it was as
fun as this, I was all ears.

   "I have noticed your body is undergoing maturity.  Your breasts are
growing, and pubic hair is beginning to be visible on your pudenda."

   Yes, I had noticed that, too.  I knew from older girls in my old home
that that was just the way it was.  I wasn't worrying too much about it. 
Yet.

   "Okay..." I finally said, and he continued.

   "As you are aware, when the male of your species fertilizes the female's
eggs, he inserts his penis into her vagina, and deposits his sperm."

   Well, shit.  That was the worst word I knew.  No, I was not aware of
that.  Nobody had ever told me that much about sex before.  Although,
certain things I'd heard in the past did make more sense, when I knew that.
How freakishly interesting, I thought.  That was it?  I thought.  He just
sticks it in?

   "It occurs to me that, now that you are larger and your vagina is a bit
larger, it occurs to me that we could simulate that act, if you so desired,
with my penis and your vagina."

   Oh, shit again.  What was he saying?  That he could stick his penis
inside me, inside my vagina?

   "Murph..." I said, a bit nervous.  "Would you be able to fertilize my
eggs, if I have any?"

   He laughed at that.  "No," he said, "cross-species fertilization is not
possible.  We are not compatible.  That is not a danger."

   That was a relief.  And what funny little children they would be, I
thought, if it was possible.

   "Murph..." I said, kind of hoping to head him off.  I wasn't sure about
this, at all.  "Murph, your penis is way too large for my little vagina.  I
don't think we could do it, even if we wanted to."

   "I have read of this phenomenon," he said.  "Your vagina will stretch to
accomodate organs of unusual size.  Only in extreme cases will it damage
you, or cause pain.  There may be some slight discomfort, though."

   Well, that was good.  I hoped what he had read was true.  I still wasn't
that sure...  but if he really wanted too...  I almost felt like I owed it
to him, for all he'd done for me.  Slight discomfort I could stand.

   "If you really want to try, we can try," I finally said.  I'm sure he
noticed my hesitation, and he hastened to assure me that he'd stop if it
hurt, or if I even just changed my mind.

   "How can we do it?" I asked.

   "Lay on your back on your sleeping device," he said.  "Put your lower
half down over the edge, so it will be in line with my penis.  I will do
the rest.  Just relax and enjoy it, as they say."

   Well, okay, I thought.  I put my bottom slightly off the sleeping
device, so it was lower.  He approached.  His penis was already out and
ready.  I smelled a musty, spicy smell that I knew was just masters in
general.  I felt a little breathless.  I wasn't too sure about this whole
procedure, but I was willing to try.

   He stopped, and manipulated my clitoris for a while, saying it would get
my juices flowing, unquote.  I'm not sure what he really meant, but it felt
good, at least.  I was willing for just that to go on all night.

   "I am going to try penetration," he finally said, and I felt something
touch me, right on the outside of my vagina.  I took a deep breath.

   He pressed in, further and further into my body.  There were occasional
twinges of pain, but nothing so extreme that I asked him to stop.  I felt
him, deeper and deeper inside my body.  It actually felt pretty good, I
thought.  How interesting, that simply something inside me can feel so
good. He was still flicking my clitoris with his tentacle, and of course
that felt good, too.

   I gasped for breath several times, and he stopped each time and enquired
about my condition.  I just told him to keep going.  He did, and finally he
seemed to hit something deep inside me, and it did hurt, then.  I flinched,
and he stopped at once.

   "Murph..." I said, "don't go so deep, please."

   "Sorry," he said, and withdrew a little.  I just lay there, full of him.
It felt pretty good.  Then, when he began to slide it in and out of me...
shit, that felt good.  I sucked in a convulsive breath, and hiccuped a few
times.  Damn, it felt good.

   "Do you like that?" he politely enquired, as he went in and out of my
body.

   "Oh, Murph, yes," I said, "that feels very good."

   "Better than just simply playing with your clit?" he asked.  I knew he
meant clitoris.

   "Yes, it's better.  It is very...  I dunno, very fulfilling.  It feels
funny, but good."

   It was hard to talk, with him pumping in and out of me.  I was glad when
he was finally quiet.  I wondered if we were technically having sex, now. I
giggled, wondering what the other masters would think, if they could see
Murph, his penis deep inside me.  I wondered what the other humans would
think, if it would bother them.  Probably, I thought.  Let this be our
little secret, then.

   He sped up slowly, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm.  Oh,
goodness, I thought, let it happen.  Bring it on.

   "Shishy," dammit, he had to keep talking.  "Shisy, will it bother you...
if I deposit my sperm in your body?"

   "No Murph...  it won't...  bother me..." I managed.  I figured I could
hop up and down or something, and it would leak out.  He pumped away, and I
felt my orgasm starting.  Oh, and it was a good one...  I could tell
already.  It just blew me away, it was the best one I'd ever had.  Oh, I
thought, we are gonna do this every night, from now on.  We are gonna have
sex, every night.



   --==+==-

   Then, one day, our life changed.  I was at the garbage heap with Murph,
and he was up by the place where the fires were, seeing if anything was up
there.  I couldn't see him, but I heard him call me, and I went towards the
sound of his voice.  I came around a large pile of garbage, and there he
was.  He was walking towards me, holding, in his tentacles, a young female,
either dead or asleep.  She was wearing a covering that had been fancy,
once, but was now soiled and torn.  She was very pretty, for a youngling,
and I felt a surge of something inside me, something that I wasn't sure
what it was.

   "Murph!" I said, surprised.  "Is she...  is she dead?"

   "No," he said.  "I think not.  I believe she is sick, as you were, when
I found you."

   I said some bad words which I will not repeat here.  I felt sorry for
the girl, I knew being sick was no fun.  At least she appeared to be
asleep, protected from unpleasantness until she awoke.

   We took her back to our domecile, and Murph laid her on my sitting
device.  I covered her with a cloth I had once found to keep her warm.  I
got some water, and some of the food I ate, for when she woke up.

   I sat with her all evening.  That night I crawled up, and held her in my
arms.  It was kind of crowded, my sleeping sitting thing wasn't intended
for two.  I held her all night.  In the morning, when I got up, she was
stirring around.

   This was the first night since we started that Murph and I did not have
sex.  I kind of missed it, and he probably did too, but I understood.  I
hoped he did.

   Her eyes finally opened.  I held a container of water to her lips, and
she drank.  She looked around, puzzled, I could tell.  She never spoke, not
at first.  She finally lay back, and I covered her again.  I could see her
shivering, beneath the covering.  I finally crawled up with her and hugged
her, trying to warm her with my body.

   Murph went back to the garbage heap, and I stayed with the girl.  I did
it for two days, until she was finally better.  The third morning when she
woke up, she appeared to be animated and more alive than she'd been so far.

   "What is your name?" I asked her.  She regarded me in silence for a
while.

   "Epiphany," she finally said.  Good.  That was a good first step, I
thought.

   "I am Shishy.  I live here, with Murph, a master.  We will take care of
you.  You have been sick."

   "I am supposed to die," she said.  "My master beat me and told me to
die. Have you prevented me from dying?"

   "I hope we have," I said, genuinely hopeful.  I did not want her to die.
I wanted her to live here, with us.  How nice, I thought, it would be to
have another human here, with me.  How much fun we could have.  As much as
Murph seemed to enjoy me being around, I thought he wouldn't mind another.
And she could help harvest garbage, she would quickly pay for herself with
increased output.  I saw no disadvantage to her living with us.

   "You will not die," I tried to reassure her.  "You will live here with
us.  Murph is a good master and will never beat you, or tell you do do mean
things like die.  Your old master can go reproduce with himself, in a
corner."

   She giggled at that.  I pressed some of the food cakes I ate into her
hand, and she hesitantly nibbled at one, then gobbled it when she realized
how good it was.  She ate five of them, and drank again.  She finally sat
up completely, and I sat beside her on the sitting device.  We waited for
Murph to get home.



   --==+==-

   Murph came in, happy.  He'd found some good garbage.  I introduced him
to Epiphany, and we found he could not say her name, for some reason.  We
decided to call her Piffy, which he could say.

   Piff grew stronger and stronger, and in two more days was up and around.
The third day she followed us to the garbage heap, and sat and watched as
we dug for treasures.  By the end of the cycle, she was helping.  Even
Murph was pleased at how big a help she was.



   --==+==-

   "Piffy," I said, one night, as we three clustered around the screen.  On
the screen, two masters were jabbering in their crazy language, the one we
had never been taught.  They occasionally struck each other with sticks, to
the amusement of the onscreen crowd that also watched.  We laughed, at
times, though we didn't understand what they were saying.  It was funny,
even without that.

   "Piff...  how many decicycles are you?  Do you know?"

   "Uh..." she appeared to do some math in her head.  "I think somewhere in
the 40's..."

   So she was about the same age I'd been, when I came to live with Murph.
Interesting.  In a few more decicycles, she might even start to bleed.  I
mentioned this to Murph, that we needed get her the shot.  We didn't want
her to get fertilized, either, even though the chances of that were rare.
The only access males ever had to us was when we went to market, on
cycleday.

   That cycleday Piffy went to market with us.  She was afraid, though, she
was afraid her old master would find her, and she wore a cloth over her
face, only allowing her eyes to be seen.  It made her look mysterious and
dangerous, and I loved her for it.

   I realized, this quickly, that I loved her.  I didn't know what love
was, back then, but I knew that I loved her.  I wanted to hold her and
protect her.  At night, when I did get to hold her, I squeezed her to my
body, and just felt happy that she was there.  She made my life complete,
she filled a void that I didn't know I'd had.  That quick, she did that for
me.

   The only thing I wasn't sure about was my still having sex with Murph.
For his sake, I didn't want to just stop...  but I wondered what Piffy
would think about it.  If it would change her perceptions of me, in a
negative sense.  I hoped not.

   We got our market stuff done, and trudged back to our domecile.  Murph
amused us all evening with witty sayings, and impressions of other masters
that he felt were pompous or buffoons.  Murph could be very funny, when he
wished to be.

   Later that evening, as we watched the screen, Murph caused his organ to
protrude, and stroked it until it squirted on the floor.  Piffy giggled
softly, and looked at me.  When I looked at her, her face was red.  I
wondered if she was mad, but she was laughing.  Good, I thought.  This will
give us a reason to discuss this.  I was kind of glad Murph had done it.

   That night, when we crawled in bed, she put her face to my ear and
whispered to me.  Murph had disappeared, into his area of the domecile.  I
wondered why she was being so secretive, he couldn't hear us anyway.

   "Shish..." she said, "what was Murph doing?  What was that thing, that
thing that squirted?  I never seen that happen with a master before..."

   "Piff..." I replied, equally quiet.  "That is his organ of reproduction.
When a triune is formed, the female produces an egg, which is inside her
body.  The male fertilizes it, by placing his penis in her vagina, as you
saw Murph simulate.  It is then ejected and placed in the Andro's body, and
many cycles later a little master emerges."

   "That is very complicated," said Piffy, laughing.  I giggled too.  Crazy
masters, and their crazy sex stuff.

   "Shisy..." said Piffy.  "You ever done it?  With a male?"

   "What?" I was shocked, for her to think I would have.  Although...  I
did do it with Murph, if I wanted to be honest...  "Well...  not really.  I
don't think I will, either.  Not a male human."

   "Why not?" she asked.  "It is great fun, I used to watch the adults at
my old domecile do it all the time.  It looks like fun."

   I wondered if this would be a good time to tell her about what Murph and
I did.

   She giggled.  "If a male ever came around here, you might feel
differently."

   Maybe.  Maybe not.  I decided to let her think what she wanted to think.
I huddled down, closer to her, and held her soft young body against mine.
This, I thought, this is what I want, not some goofy male with his
protruding organs.  This sweet little thing is what I want.

   On impulse, I leaned towards Piffy and pressed my lips against hers, as
I'd seen adults do when I was little.  She gasped in surprise, but then
relaxed, and we held our lips together for several millicycles.  We broke
apart, laughed, and then pressed our lips together again.  She tasted sweet
to me, soft and sweet.  I loved her greatly.

   "Oh, baby...  Piff..." I whispered to her, "I want you to live with us
forever...  promise me you will, that you'll never go away...  I love you,
darling, I love you..."

   She laughed softly, and kissed me again.  "I love you too...  I
think..." she said, and I laughed at her.  We kissed, and kissed again. 
That's all we did that night, until we went to sleep.  I was in love.



   --==+==-

   The next day we were at the garbage heap, and Murph had gone down to the
fire area.  He could still breath there, where we could not.  We were
alone. I decided we could talk.

   "Piff..." I said, and sat on a broken machine.  She sat next to me.  I
put my arm around her.  I was a little nervous that she would pull away
from me, when I told her about what Murph and I did.  But I wanted to be
honest with her.  And, I told myself, if she wants me to stop, I'll have to
stop.  After all, I love her.  I hoped Murph would understand, if that was
the case.

   "Piff...  I said yesterday that I'd never have sex with a male... 
that's kind of true, a male human, at least...  I have no real desire for
that.  I think it would get very complicated and involved, if I did."

   "Okay..." said Piffy.  I continued.  "Piff...  you saw Murph touch
himself, last night...  what he was doing is called masturbating.  It is
something that all organic beings are capable of, even me and you.  I do it
a lot, in fact, or I used to."

   I could tell she was a little embarrassed by this line of talk, but she
did okay.  She still looked me in the face, at least.

   "Piff...  I don't want to shock or surprise you...  but I do that thing
with Murph, at times...  I touch his penis..."

   I just stared at her.  She nodded, like it was no big deal.  I bravely
went on.

   "I have even allowed him to insert his penis into my body.  It is very
pleasureable.  It is intense.  I have a thing called an orgasm, when he
does."

   She still just stared at me.  Say something, I thought.  Let me know how
you feel.

   "Piff..." I said.  "Do you have a problem with this?"

   She was silent for a moment.  "I...  I guess not..." she finally said. I
gave a little sigh of relief.

   "I still love you the most, darling," I said, leaning forward and
kissing her.  She giggled, and kissed back.  I knew then that we would be
okay.

   "We'll show you what we do this evening.  You can watch...  if you
wish..."

   "Yes...  I'd like to see that..." she slowly said, and I kissed her
again.  Surely, I thought, if she watches Murph and me have sex, surely I
can try some things with her.  Maybe that will get her in he mood to play
around.  I was getting more and more anxious to taste her sweet young body.



   --==+==-

   That night, we watched the screen for a while, and Murph entertained us
with supposedly funny master jokes that we didn't understand.  We laughed
anyway.

   I finally stood, and untied my loincloth, and let it drop to the floor.

   "Piff, honey, take off your cloth," I said, and she stared at me for a
moment.

   "Come on, darling, let's have a little fun," I said, and she finally
stood, and let her cloth drop as I had.  Murph was already coaxing his
penis from it's hole.  I was going to let him have his fun, but I wanted
some fun of my own, first.

   "Piff, dear...  sit on the sleeping device...  hang your bottom over the
edge...  I want to lick you, I want to taste you..." I said.  She was still
looking at me like I was a little crazy, but she did what I asked.  I got
down on my knees, and stared at her cute little vagina.  It was totally
hairless, much as I remembered mine had been.  I spread it apart, and
exposed her little button.  I rubbed it, and I felt tremors go through her
legs.

   "That feels good, doesn't it," I said, and she nodded.  I finally leaned
down, and touched my tongue to her button.  She tasted good, way good, I
had tasted myself on my fingers before, but she was better than that.  I
licked all around her, loving her taste.  It filled my nose, and mouth.  It
was good.

   I finally concentrated on her little button, smashing it with my tongue,
pushing it against her body.  She wiggled around, and I knew exactly what
she was feeling.  I laughed a little at her, she was so cute the way she
screwed her face up.

   I just licked and licked, and finally she had an orgasm.  I wondered if
she knew what she was having.  Her legs stuck straight out, and I knew she
was locking her knees.  I knew how it felt.

   When she finally got done, I stood up, and kissed her.  "Was that good,
baby?" I asked, and she nodded, giggling.  "We'll do that every night." I
told her.  She nodded again.

   Well, it was time to give Murph his turn.  Piffy watched me as I bent
over the sleeping device, and turned my rear end towards him.  He slowly
inserted his penis into my vagina, and began to pump in and out.  It felt
good, it felt better, I think, because we had an audience.

   I motioned for Piffy to climb up on the sleeping device.  She did, and I
pulled her around to where I could get my face back down in her wonderful
crotch again.  While Murph pounded me from behind, I licked and sucked her
beautiful little vagina and clitoris.  She squirmed and wiggled beneath me,
and I know she was enjoying it.  I certainly was.  I got her to turn over,
and buried my face in her bottom, licking her cute little puckered-up
bottom hole.  It tasted sexy, so sexy I almost had an orgasm.

   I finally had several orgasms, and at last Murph squirted his semen deep
inside my body, and then seemed to collapse, as he did when this happened.
I slowed down, but kept licking Piffy, until she had one last orgasm.  We
all finally settled down, and Piff and I sat side by side, on the sleeping
device.

   "Murph..." I said, sleepy.  I was curious, though.  "Murph, you ever
heard of masters and their humans doing stuff like this?  Like what we do?"

   He laughed, and was silent for a moment.  "Yes," he finally said, "it is
unusual, but not unknown.  There are pictures in secret places on our
computer network that show masters and humans interacting like what we do.
I must admit I used to look at them, in the past."

   I laughed silently.  So we were not the first to discover this.  I
figured as much.  How interesting.

   Murph finally trudged off to his sleep room.  I cuddled up with Piff,
holding her, whispering things in her ear.  I was happy to hold her warm,
soft little body.  I was happy, as happy as a pet could be.




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