Message-ID: <22842asstr$950724605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200002161313.IAA15358@sara.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Stasya T. Canine" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT Reply-to: stasya@counsellor.com Priority: normal Subject: {ASSM} Thor's Hammer (zoo dog/F k9-pov caution) Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 13:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, gill-bates I don't know if I'll do another story with these characters or not. Certainly, there is the potential for at least one more. zoo dog/F k9-pov nosex caution --- Thor's Hammer by: Stasya ---- I have a past but do not feel sorry for me. She gave it to me. I wish I could thank her in her own language. I can't say the words. I know them. I even say them in my mind - but - I also know I'll never be able to say them. I'm a dog. Her words do not fit my mouth. I've tried. I still try. Nothing. So, we've created our own 'words'. Our own language. It works well enough. My name is Thor. She calls my penis 'The Hammer of Thor'. It pleases her to do so. I do not fully understand why. Her name is Judy. I wish that just once, I could say it to her. I want to speak her name so I can tell her how much she means to me. She is my friend, my companion. She is also my lover. She is my bitch and I need no other. What I tell you now is only part of the past Judy has given me. *** Judy and I are partners in almost everything except two parts of our lives. She doesn't take me with her when she goes to do something she calls 'work'. I don't understand this but I know it makes her tired and upset sometimes. It makes her mad enough to yell at me. At first I thought I was doing things wrong but she finally convinced me her anger had nothing to do with me. Now, when she starts yelling about work, I stay away until she calls for me. The other thing she refuses to do is allow me to mate with her when her body says she is ready for me. She always tells me how good I am but then, even though her body knows we are supposed to mate, she calls me 'silly' (from her tone, I think she is telling me I don't really know what I am doing) and then she pushes me away and does things to pretend she is mating. It is very confusing. Last night, she did it again. She rejected me and left me home while she 'went out' with what she calls her 'boyfriend'. Why does she lie to me? Why does she lie to herself? It is when she is with me that she becomes receptive. Her body responds to our time together. Yet, when I tell her I know she is ready to mate with me, she pushes me away. Then, she uses what she calls a 'phone' and somehow one of her 'boyfriends' will know to come to her and mate with her. It does not please me but I have learned to live with it. Sometimes I let her know that I can tell one of her boyfriends only wants to finish what we started. He doesn't want to share more with her as I do. We are mates but my opinions mean nothing to her. It is all very confusing but I have learned it is the human way. She was crying when she got home. When she came in the door, I could smell her pain. Along with the smell of sex was the smell of blood. I did not try to comfort her by helping her clean up. Instead, I leaned against her and told her how much I cared for her. I let her know that I would never deliberately cause her pain. "Oh Thor. You're always here for me." She got on her knees and hugged me. "What would I do without you?" I wish she would accept what she could do *with* me. She knows, deep down, that we are mates. She isn't bothered by me looking at her body. She often lets me rest my head next to her female parts. She lets me watch as she pretends to mate with someone. She has seen my penis. She knows I can use it for more than pissing. She knows mates have sex together. Deep down, she knows we are mates. I don't understand why she fears that. I know she does. She shouldn't. I have seen some of her boyfriends. They are not the same. Does she fear that I would cause her pain? I would not hurt her. I want her. She wants me. Why does she fear this? Instead of helping her clean herself, I comfort her and tell her how much I love her in spite of how she refuses to admit what her body knows. I have learned that for humans, sometimes the mind does not understand as the body does. They are divided. I am not. After awhile, she goes to take a bath. She has left the door open for me. Sometimes I will go in and she will scratch my head as she soaks. When we are alone, she does not hide her body from me. I enjoy seeing her. I enjoy her smell. Today, she tells me to go away when I ask if she wants attention. She's in one of those moods again. I curl up on the carpet and rest my head on my legs. I study her. I always study her when I have time. This time, she seems to be somewhere else. Her movements are slow as she washes herself. I watch as she carefully washes her breasts. There are scratch marks there. I want to hurt the one who hurt her. She looks up as I growl softly. "Thor?" She looks at me. I am staring at her breasts. When she realizes that I am not looking at her face, she 'blushes'. Her body becomes hotter. I see her breasts shake slightly. She touches one of the scratch marks. When she winces in pain, I growl again. "This bothers you?" Her voice is soft. I detect something new in it. "You care that much?". I understand her tone more than I do the words. Concern overwhelms me. I go over to her. I reach in and gently lick one of the scratches. She shoves me back and then, instead of yelling at me, stops and looks into my eyes. "You really do care don't you?" I hear wonder. I settle on my haunches and whine softly. It is the only way I can tell her how much I care. Her scent changes subtly. I see her eyes fill with understanding. This time, as she slowly works her hands along her breasts, she lifts them and looks at them. She pauses a long time. I can tell she is thinking about something. She has that look that tells me her mind is not in her body. She finally moves her hands down her body. They stop where her legs join her body. They caress the part that tells me she is female. Slowly, she moves her fingers in the way she does when she pretends she is mating. This too is familiar. I have watched before. She shivers for a time and then her body relaxes. She turns to look at me again. "You love me don't you Thor?" I can't answer in words so I gently lick her face. She is crying again but this time I don't smell pain. I smell readiness. Water splashes me as she hugs me. She buries her face in my fur. It has taken a long time but her mind finally accepts what her body knows. We are mates of both mind and body. I have known it. Now she knows it. --- Stasya Feb 8, 2000 ---- http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/stasya/www Stasya's Library http://www.asstr-mirror.org in the collections area main site http://stasya.web1000.com __________________________________________ NetZero - Defenders of the Free World Get your FREE Internet Access and Email at http://www.netzero.net/download/index.html -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+