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Two by Two, Chapter 8 - By: Beverly Taff
As Steve-Zac continued to recover the first thing the group did was agree
a different name for their new 'companion'.
"So what's it to be?" asked Vicky, as she turned to cuddle Steve-Zac.
The 'dog' hesitated over the keyboard then slowly tapped out his reply.
"Well; although Ahmed says there's not much of Zac's brain left in here, I
must confess I sometimes get a vague intangible 'awareness' stirring in my
own brain. It's hard to put my finger, - or should I say my paw -, on it,
but there's a definite something. I'm convinced that Zac isn't all gone
away. I get some uncanny stirrings of memory that are definitely not mine.
His brain has definitely left some sort of intangible presence."
"Perhaps it's Zac's soul," suggested Ahmed, "though I wouldn't say that if
there were any Muslim fundamentalists around. I did leave a substantial
part of Zac's brain and corpus attached to the cortex. I had to, in order
get a proper cerebral attachment. In addition to that, both your pituitary
glands coexist beneath your combined brain. That was to maintain the
proper hormonal and pathological balances for both metabolisms. There was
also the problem of ageing. I am sure that the ageing process will be
controlled by the human endocrinology and therefore proceed at a human
rate. Steve-Zac should live the full 'three score and ten'. Because of
this essential inter-brain networking, I can't be absolutely sure if there
won't be some cross-fertilisation of awareness. The idea of a dog's 'soul'
infecting a human soul and brain seems bizarre to me, though nothing
surprises me these days. If Zac really is somehow still alive in Steve's
brain then I think it can only be a good thing," finished Ahmed
uncertainly.
"Do dogs have souls?" wondered Vicky aloud.
"This dog does; now!" typed Steve-Zac.
Ahmed chuckled nervously then rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. He was still
struggling to resolve the moral issues in his mind. In trying to settle
his discomfort, he brought the subject back to the lighter issue of a new
name and turned again to Steve-Zac.
"Maybe we should mix up the letters of both your two names and see what
you can make of it,"
"Seems good enough for me," typed Steve-Zac.
"What do you think Vicky?"
The group sat silently as they ran combinations of the letters from the
two names by each other until Vicky smiled.
"How about Stazevec," she suggested.
"Using Staz for short," finished Ahmed. "I know you Americans always
shorten names.
"It sounds like a Balkan war criminal to me," giggled Beverly.
"Are you happy with it?" asked Betty to Steve-Zac.
"It sounds OK," typed Steve-Zac. "It's a bit different from the usual
Rover or Fido."
"Are we all agreed then?" finished Jacky. "Are there any objections?"
There was a general murmuring of consent and Staz barked his agreement.
One of the first agreed conventions had been 'one bark for yes and two
barks for no'. It would save a lot of awkward complications when they were
out jogging in the park. Additionally, a wagged tail obviously signaled
contentment whilst a low whine signaled discontent.
By now Staz had realised that he was somehow learning to produce 'human'
sounds with his new doggy mouth and tongue. It was still crude so he was
too scared to inform the girls that he could feel a distinct sense of
control over his canine voice box.
Whilst alone, he had been secretly trying out a few simple vowels and
consonants. The high-pitched syllybilic consonants were the hardest.
His long 'floppy', doggy tongue allowed air to escape uncontrollably from
the sides of the roof of his long upper mouth. The 'S' and 'T' and the
explosive 'D' sounds where the hardest to achieve. He had persevered
however until he had managed to enunciate a few simple words by
substituting various whines for the vowels in the early stages.
With time and practice, he was actually beginning to enunciate crude vowel
sounds. For the time being, he would keep his unexpected ability a secret.
He didn't think the girls were ready for 'talking dogs'. He knew it would
be a much nicer surprise if he revealed his secret when he had more skill
and a decent 'vocabulary'. He wagged his tail to reinforce his
satisfaction with the new name and Vicky smiled happily.
"So Staz it is then," she declared, happy to be rid of the double-barreled
name.
Staz leapt up and eagerly licked Vicky's face as his tail continued
wagging fiercely. Vicky gave him a huge hug and turned to Ahmed.
"Well Ahmed? All in all I think it's an excellent result. What are your
plans?"
"To go to Mecca on a Hajj, and beg Allah for forgiveness!" mumbled Ahmed
thoughtfully.
"Does it bother you that much?"
"I don't know. Staz tells me he's completely content so I must concede
that I have done him a good turn. Allah alone knows how I shall be judged
but I have made Staz happy and making people happy cannot be a sin."
Staz turned to Ahmed and gently licked his hand to confirm his gratitude.
Ahmed reached down and tugged Staz by his thick ruff to pull him to his
face. The pair exchanged the traditional Muslim cheek gesture and Ahmed
felt a small wave of relief ease his conscience.
'There was no doubt about it. Staz had a human soul and Allah judged the
soul not the body.' By this reasoning, Ahmed believed he could make peace
with himself and Allah. Despite his conclusions though, he determined
still to go on a hajj.
By expanding his science he had put himself far beyond the aspirations of
religious scholars to discern his morality. This he felt to be doubly true
considering that both Zac and Steve had been brought to him as a canine
vegetable and human quadriplegic respectively.
Despite rationalising his science thus, he still felt a distinct need to
somehow convene directly with the almighty. For this his faith and
cultural values dictated that that would best be served by a very special
pilgrimage to Mecca.
His own personal Hajj would therefore entail a veritable hike from North
Africa to Mecca. There in the lonely depths of the deserts, he would have
ample time to think through the rightfulness or wrongness of his work.
Ahmed was a troubled man, not for him, the luxury of a comfortable flight
directly to Mecca. He felt uneasy about the religious strictures but felt
that the teachings of the monotheist religions were not keeping up with
science. Only a deep communion with the Almighty could answer his private
questions.
A part of this process began with a detailed questioning of Beverly and
Staz. How happy where they? Did they feel he had done them ill? Would they
advocate for him if it ever came to a question of morality, right or
wrong? Ahmed had many questions and a Hajj seemed the best solution.
Eventually, Staz was deemed OK. There were several other loose surgical
ends to tie up but Staz was not aware of the other operations that Ahmed
had performed on all the girls. With excitement bubbling inside all the
girls, the time had come for them to take Staz home.
As Ahmed prepared to make his long pilgrimage east to Mecca and face his
maker, the Girls and Staz, made their easy flight west. They arrived home
relaxed and happy. Fortunately, Staz had a new 'pet-passport' that enabled
him to enter after a vetinary check. Not for him the privation of six
months isolation in quarantine.
Of course, Staz could not be introduced as the old Zac to Vicky's college
colleagues. His misshapen head and Steve's blue eyes would have
immediately declared him to be an impostor. Vicky simply declared her new
'pet' to be an exotic African crossbred Alsatian that she had very much
taken to. When colleagues asked she always answered that she was not
prepared to put her new 'dog' to stud.
Staz's true identity was of course no secret to Zeta, Billy and Dido, the
remaining young bitch from Beverly's litter. There was no disguising the
familiar scent of Zac but all three dogs were vaguely perplexed by the
feint trace of Steve. This trace became even more noticeable after Zeta's
first copulation with Staz.
The girls had not indulged in any pleasures with Staz whilst they were in
Africa because they thought Staz was still a 'bit of an invalid'. On the
first night home however, Zeta showed no hesitation by responding eagerly
to Staz's advances. She whined appreciatively then presented herself and
Staz immediately engaged. Naturally, when both types of semen erupted,
Zeta quickly recognised the familiar seminal scents and she whined
knowingly. Staz bent over her and softly whined in her ear.
"Yes! It's both Zac and me, Steve. Glad to meet you again darling."
Zeta's vaginal sphincter spasm'd with orgasmic surprise as she recognised
the feint, scented echoes of her former human lover. Despite the doggy
voice box being Zac's, the control and intonation was entirely Steve.
Attuned to the greater range of voice frequencies, Zeta had readily
recognised some of Steve's distinctive higher pitched consonants. As she
squirmed nervously, Staz felt that familiar ring clench delightfully
around his knot. Having re-discovered her long lost lover, Zeta was not
about to lose him again. They would remain tied firmly together until
Vicky found them in the morning.
During the night, Staz tried several times to extract his penis from
Zeta's love tube but her sphincter was every bit as secure with his new
dog cock as it had been with his previous human genitalia. Staz
realised that at some stage in the past, Vicky must have carried out the
same modification to Zac's penis as she had to his old human one. Thus,
when his knot was squeezed by Zeta's sphincter, it remained swollen and
impossible to remove.
Had Staz been able, he would have grinned to himself, but now, with only a
dog's head to express his feelings, Staz's facial expressions caused
confusion. A simple attempt at a human smile appeared more as a snarl as
his teeth became bared behind his curled lips. He had studied these
attempts to express himself in the mirror and been amused but disappointed
by the misleading results. Instead he was forced to reconcile himself to
the more familiar doggy expression of pleasure so he simply wagged his
tail appreciatively when Zeta clamped him inside her.
Even in her sleep, Zeta could not bypass the unconscious natural spasm
reaction of her sphincter and thus she continued clenching Staz's cock
tight within her. Staz remained helplessly tied throughout the night.
Realising this, Staz savoured the exquisite pleasure of swiveling around
so that he could sleep tied to Zeta face to face; missionary style.
It was in this intimate, 'human' embrace that Vicky found the pair in the
morning. She smiled knowingly and her own juices started flowing as she
anticipated Staz's services. Both Staz and Zeta smelt the distinctive
aroma of Vicky's juices and they both whined knowingly as Zeta struggled
to rise and sniff her mistress's damp, intimate cleft.
Her efforts tugged at Staz who was still tightly bound by his trapped
penis. Cautiously he swiveled over and re-mounted Zeta thus enabling her
to walk forward and press her nose into Vicky's warm moist sex. Because he
was considerably larger than Zeta, Staz was able to stretch over Zeta's
head and force Zeta's nose aside.
Then he inveigled his nose and tongue into that same appreciative cleft.
Vicky let out a low wail of pleasure and lurched back onto the settee as
Staz's knowing tongue landed firmly on the bull's-eye. She flung open her
peignoir to reveal her sleeping teddy and gartered stockings. Staz's
knowing human eyes glittered greedily as he pressed his suite further.
His tongue of course, still had all the dimensions and flexibility of a
normal dog, but with the additional mobility and control of a human
tongue. With human understanding, he delicately nibbled at Vicky's crotch
then popped the snappers of Vicky's teddy with his massive teeth. Vicky
gasped with surrender as she felt the tails of her stretchy teddy flick up
the cleft of her bum and Staz's teeth brush against her exposed button.
She now lay helpless and exposed.
Staz utilised his advanced human control of his long doggy tongue and
stiffened the long wet organ to form a little groove along the centre.
His wet, rigid tongue now resembled a second penis, as he pressed it
harder against Vicky's bud.
The roughened surface of Staz's tongue sent paroxysms of delight through
Vicky's core and she arched her back helplessly as the portals of her
vagina finally surrendered. Within moments, her hips were humping
desperately as Staz's tongue rapiered into her sex and rasped softly
against Vicky's desperate clitoris. The deep rough groove down the centre
of Staz's tongue guided Vicky's screaming clitoris like a plough down a
furrow directly onto Staz's cold wet nose. The sudden surprise of feeling
a cold stiff nubbin of doggy nose probing her scorching button was the
final sensation to tip Vicky over the edge.
Underneath and still tied by her sphincter to Staz's dog cock, the
faithful Zeta was eagerly licking Vicky's love juices as they dribbled
down her love lips into the cleft of her bum. Vicky was being stimulated
three ways and she soon made it four as her own fingers wandered
uncontrollably to her heaving breasts and gently rolled her turgid swollen
nipples.
That very morning, the once frigid veterinary professor was converted
wholeheartedly to a helpless wanton slut.
As she moaned and squealed with delight, her cries caused Staz to become
more aroused. His cock-knot started to swell with excitement and Zeta
started to whine with nervous delight as she felt the knot becoming
uncomfortably large. Staz felt his canine partner tense with appreciation
and her sphincter tightened around his knot until it was finally clamped
hard around the root of his cock. The exquisite pressure caused him to
erupt with earth shattering force and he whined uncontrollably as the
waves of lust crashed through his loins. So powerful was his orgasm that
he let out an involuntary 'Yesss!' and Vicky went rigid with shock.
"My God! You said something!"
Staz was too far-gone to realise he had betrayed himself and he simply
kept pumping frantically. So tightly were Staz and Zeta tied, that Zeta's
back and head exactly mirrored Staz's thrusts. Thus his thrusts translated
themselves along Zeta's spine so that her nose repeatedly poked
provocatively into Vicky's butt as her tongue probed futilely against the
puckered rim of her anus as though trying to gain access to the last
vestiges of Vicky's innermost core.
For long moments, Vicky tried to maintain her sentience as she tried to
discern any more words from Staz's lips but it was a forlorn task. The
action in her erotic love centers had now overwhelmed her. She let out a
long low wail of demented passion and finally collapsed exhausted as
her orgasm overwhelmed her.
They were still in this collapsed state when Betty, Jacky and Beverly
arrived later that same morning. Only Staz was awake to hear the soft tap
on the front door. His ears pricked as he turned to face the door. In her
contented sleep, Zeta's sphincter had finally slackened after her final
orgasm. Her love tube was slack and Staz's knot was now deflated. When he
heard the girls special tapping code, he reluctantly slid his penis from
Zeta's delightfully warm soft scabbard then disengaged himself from the
'mnage a trois'.
Once free, he trotted into the hall to release the door. It was a simple
matter to grip the large 'T' shaped bolt in his jaws and twist it to
release the lock.
As the door swung back, he greeted the three girls and their dogs by
wagging his tail furiously, then barking and making obvious signs of doggy
joy. The girls entered just as Vicky was making herself 'respectable.
"Gotcha!" squealed Betty, as Vicky's face crimsoned.
"Shut up and put the coffee on," she riposted as she tucked her ripe globe
into the cup of her teddy then fastened her peignoir.
"So late in the morning," grinned Beverly. "Has he been a busy boy then?"
Vicky smiled ruefully and described the situation.
"He's been busy with Zeta. I hardly had a look in."
Staz barked angrily to contradict her statement. Then he loped off to the
study and returned with his laptop in his jaws. Patiently he tapped out
his reply.
"I was tied to Zeta. Her sphincter wouldn't release me. You've done
something to my cock!"
"A likely story, but it sounds interesting," giggled Jacky as the idea
tickled her fancy. Staz's message reminded her of the special surgery
Ahmed had performed on all of the girls and she felt her own cunt tighten
involuntarily as the newly grafted sphincter clenched uncontrollably.
Staz barked again then reared up and plonked his paws on Jacky's lap. He
desperately wanted to answer with normal speech but he felt his language
control wasn't ready yet. Instead he nosed her face with a doleful
expression on his face as he begged her to believe him. Jacky sensed his
beseechment and hugged his head to hers.
"OK I believe you, but I want first dibs after."
Staz was not sure what to do. He felt obliged always to serve Vicky first.
It would have been crass and unfaithful of him to deny his wife the first
consummation of their new relationship. To demonstrate his feelings, he
padded across to Vicky and pressed his nose into her crotch. The
delightful scent of her arousal sent shivers of delight down to his loins
and his cock stiffened appreciatively as it emerged again readily from his
sheath.
'Damn!' he thought. 'Having such a sensitive olfactory organ in his canine
nose, certainly made sex more interesting.' Vicky's arousal was all too
obvious to his doggy senses.
Vicky gasped with delight and sagged with anticipation as Staz's nose
pressed exactly against her starter button. Jacky and Beverly watched
knowingly then fell silent as their own lustful thoughts preoccupied their
minds.
Betty returned with the coffee tray and a plate of cookies then paused at
the door. She put the tray down then nodded knowingly. The tension was
electric and she sensed the situation precisely.
"You greedy bitches," she giggled, "give him a chance to recover!"
Her words fell on deaf ears. Already, Vicky was stumbling breathlessly
towards the bedroom. Staz escorted her close to heel and kept reaching up
to sniff the scent of Vicky's promise. As the pair left the living room,
the three other girls exchanged smiles then followed in close pursuit.
The three other dogs, namely Zeta, Billy and Billy's daughter Dido also
followed along. They had become well versed in their functions during
these activities.
Within moments of flinging herself on the bed, Vicky had slipped out of
her peignoir and lay provocatively on the bed in her satiny teddy and
stockings.
In his previous human form, Steve had always delighted in Vicky's eventual
opening up. By tenderness and understanding, Steve had slowly brought
Vicky back to a normal sex life. Vicky was slowly recovering from her
previously terrified dysfunctionality and lately she had started to emerge
from that damaged, bluestocking pupae into a liberated sexual butterfly.
Now after the earlier tricks with his doggy tongue and nose, Staz had
triggered off some deep unrecognized needs. The new Vicky had finally
metamorphosed into a wanton liberated nymph.
As Vicky lay submissively receptive, with her legs parted invitingly and
her eyes pleading for release, Staz's human eyes widened appreciatively.
He leapt easily onto the bed and deftly nibbled at the poppers of Vicky's
teddy again.
Vicky shuddered with anticipation as his massive teeth delicately parted
the poppers again then brushed tantalisingly against her starter button.
She knew immediately that in the future, she was always going to savour
this little bit of titillation and she resolved in the future to always
wear a teddy with poppers. The sense of being 'popped open' by Staz's
teeth had already become an essential part of her feeling of 'surrender'
to the 'top dog'.
She sighed and raised her knees slightly to make Staz's access easier.
This made a pair of vee-shaped bends at the joints of her thighs for the
doggy Staz to press his forelegs into and gain a better purchase for
entry. But before he indulged his matrimonial rights he set to tantalising
Vicky unmercifully. Her body shook and trembled as she whimpered her
submission then widened her raised knees still further as Staz started to
work busily with his tongue on her stiff little bud.
Beverly, Betty and Jacky exchanged wide-eyed greedy stares as they watched
Vicky's ascent into nirvana. Billy immediately picked up the scent of
arousal and whined eagerly to he allowed to join in. The three girls each
squirmed with anticipation as they tried to decide who would receive
Billy's attentions.
Before the group had left for North Africa, Vicky had adapted Billy's cock
so that it performed like Staz's. That very first night after their
return, Billy had been tied to Beverly just as Staz had been tied to Zeta.
Beverly bit her lip as she decided to forego the pleasures of the previous
night.
'It was time to let Betty or Jacky enjoy the new-found pleasures of
Billy's services.'
"One of you two can have a go. Look, he's ready."
Betty and Jacky noticed Billy's emerging erection and they both grew
damper as they decided who was to go first. By a secret signal that only
the two girls shared, they decided to let Betty enjoy, Billy's attentions.
Within minutes, Staz and Billy were busily tonguing Vicky and Betty as
Jacky and Beverly, gently availed themselves of their mutual human lesbian
skills. Zeta and Dido refused to be excluded and they quickly joined
Beverly and Jacky in their pleasures.
Eventually Vicky released an urgent cry and grabbed Staz's thick ruff to
pull him bodily onto her shuddering body. Staz growled a bit to
demonstrate his dominance but Vicky was too far-gone to care. Once she had
hauled his head up to her stiff throbbing nipples she wrapped her thighs
around his powerful rear legs and forced his splendid cock against her
gasping, soaking sex. Vicky needed penetration urgently.
"Do it! Do it now!" she demanded, half begging and half ordering him in
her desperation.
Staz knew now that he had his wife utterly bent to his will. Gently he
shuffled forward on his haunches and introduced the hot slippery tip of
his organ to her threshold. Then he started wagging his tail in wide
sideways sweeps to brush the backs of her thighs and tickle her butt.
Vicky let out low mewling gasps as she felt her bud being probed by Staz's
rigid cock and the glutinous creases of her bum being tickled by his
delightfully bushy tail.
"Now!" she moaned. "Stop teasing me! Do it now!!"
Having finally reduced his wife to a slavish wanton bitch, Staz then
pushed ever so gently and his hard pointed cock rapiered easily into
Vicky's soaking cleft.
"Aahh!" she gasped as the portals of her core parted readily and she felt
her lover's organ enter with consummate ease.
Eagerly she pulled him into her and felt her bottom rising up to meet his
powerful thrusts. Then at last, his cock was lodged as far as it could go
and she felt her clitty squeezed between his belly and the root of his
bony cock. Vicky had hit the jackpot.
Vicky's body now reflected her mental state. Just as she humped eagerly to
take all that Staz had to offer, so her body reflected her needs. As she
felt her warm sticky love juices running down her crack. For a fleeting
moment she wondered if she would soak the sheets but her body was now in
complete control and she could have done nothing about it even if she
cared. Her fears were unfounded though for she was suddenly pleased and
surprised to feel a warm wet tongue gently licking her juices as they
dribbled down her cleft.
'Either Zeta or Dido were savouring the flood of Vicky's passion', but she
cared not who. It was enough that the extra tongue served to send her over
the threshold into wanton abandonment. With a tremulous squeal she felt
the release of her first orgasm and with it the uncontrollable clench of
her newly fitted sphincter. Staz and she were now locked together and
there would be no release for an hour or more.
At last! She was all his and he was all hers!!!
End of Chapter 8 - To Be Continued
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