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From: Andrew.Denis@launchpad.unc.edu (Andrew John Denis)
Subject: Aidan's Muse (A story from Shuunka Tanka)
Date: 12 Apr 1994 01:23:48 GMT

			     Aidan's Muse

	Mt. Dunn blossomed brighter in fall than in spring. Vibrant
reds and oranges burned the countryside for about a month each year.
Aidan came to the land each year to escape his job. Work in a the
Lexington county office threatened to drown the aspiring writer. Once
a year he retreated to the family cabin to sort out his thoughts and
hammer another fist full of pages.

	He liked nature but loved the solitude more. This year he
broke the silent habit by the addition of a silent partner, Bear, a
black chow/doberman mix. She looked more like a barrel chested lab. He
hadn't planned on her company but family had a way of messing up any
plans he made.

	"I can't take care of Bear anymore, Aidan." He nodded. "I told
you the trailer was too small for a dog, sis."

	"It's way too small," said Chris, "Especially with the new
baby. And I'm worried she might hurt him." Aidan nodded. "If you want
me to take her, I will." I wish you would ask me direct, sis.

	"Would you?" Chris's eyes lit up.

	"Sure." Aidan put his feet on the coffee table. "I had wanted
her in the beginning. Shit, sis. It was I that named her. Remember?"

	"Than can you take her this evening?"

	Aidan shrugged. "I guess so."

	"Good," she said. "Because she's in the car."

	Aidan jumped up. "You left her in the car?!" He ran to the
door. "It's eighty-five degrees outside!"

	"I cracked the window," said Chris, following him.

	"Yeah, but you've been here an hour!" he shouted, as reached
the car. Quickly he opened the door. A large black dog stumbled out
the car, panting heavily. Aidan scooped her up in his arms and carried
her into the house to cool air.

	He filled a bowl full of cool water for her then turned to his
sister.

	"You could've killed her like that, Chris. What in the hell
were you thinking?"

	"I cracked the window." Aidan shook his head. No hope for you,
sis. Bear gulped down the whole bowl of water. "I'll give you more in
a few minutes, Bear" he said, patting her on the head.

	"I've got to go, Aidan."

	He glared at her.

	"And you don't have to worry about her making a mess on the
floor. She isn't in heat anymore. She's not dripping."

	"You means she's not discharging?"

	"Uh-huh," Chris answered. "So you don't have worry about any
of the strays around here getting her pregnant."

	Aidan shook his head. "When a dog goes in heat, Chris, it
isn't over just because she stops `dripping'. Now's when she's most -
"

	She cut him off. "Okay whatever, bye. Thanks Aidan."

	And so Aidan had a pet. He saw no reason not to take her to
Mt. Dunn. Her barks would punctuate his silence. The extra company
would be nice too. He wouldn't have to just talk to his computer.

	The cabin was a good mile's walk from the road. He parked his
sedan and grabbed his pack in one hand and his laptop in the other.
Bear followed behind for a moment then raced off ahead of him. Aidan
had to call her ever half a minute or so.

	"I should've brought a leash," he sighed. He would've brought
one had he seen the need. The nearest neighbor was four miles away.
This wasn't the city where leash laws were required. He didn't bring a
pooper scooper either. Dog crap was biodegrable. What was the problem
in the country?

	Despite the cool weather, Aidan dripped with sweat by the time
he reached the cabin. "I've got to get into better shape," he said,
fumbling with the keys. Bear raced in as he opened the door. The cabin
was dank and dark. He fumbled with the light switch, wondering why the
light wouldn't come on before remembering that the only power the
cabin had was from a bank of car batteries and a gas powered
generator.

	"Batteries must be dead," he sighed, setting his stuff down in
the dark. "I bet Robbie's been here." His brother usually left the
cupboards empty and the power drained.

	Aidan went to the kitchen. The drawers were in their usual
disarray after Robbie's visit. Aidan had to search five minutes for a
flashlight. He turned it on. "It still works. I don't believe it."

	"I'll get gas tomorrow," he sighed. It took him another five
minutes just to find the matches. During this whole time Bear had used
the "outdoor facilities" and then settled in for a nap on the bearskin
rug in the main room.

	Aidan lit an oil lamp. There was only a millimeter or two of
oil left in the bottom. He found no refills. There were no candles
either. Robbie had used all those too. He looked at his watch. It was
too late in the day to go back to town.

	"I guess I'll have to light this place with the fireplace," he
sighed. "Hope you don't mind the heat, Bear." I'll go get supplies
tomorrow. He then began working on a fire. Dead leaves made good
starter. He piled on dried twigs and few larger branches. With a
match, the leaves took on brighter reds and oranges then curled black.
The twigs burned. Larger sticks were piled on and then finally a log.
He then made an effort to unpack. When all was finished, the sun had
gone down.

	Bear was up and exploring the cabin, going from room to room,
memorizing the scent of every wall and piece of furniture. Aidan
thought it was odd she did not do that the first time she entered the
house. Maybe she did while he was busy. He looked down at the bearskin
rug. It looked so soft and comfortable. Aidan yawned.

	"Got to write," he said, stretching. "Then make dinner."

	He opened up his laptop computer. The screen flashed white as
he turned it on. The machine went through its start up and ten seconds
later, asked for a password.

	"W'er'dna," he whispered. Bear cocked her head, listening to
the key clicks. Aidan pulled up his word processor and opened chapter
ten of _Hellwarren_. He had to write the scene in which he planned
Cheyana to fall in love with Dark Horse. How could he change the mood
to one of love when the Winterkeep of the Wolf-Cynn had been razed and
most of the tribe slain? The words would not come. Aidan just stared
at the blinking cursor. Minutes passed. He yawned, typed a sentence,
then deleted it.

	"Damn it," he huffed. Bear, now curled up on the rug, looked
up in. "I can't think," Aidan said. Bear sat up and dog smiled, her
jaw open, brown eyes reflecting the firelight.

	Aidan looked at her. "What?"

	She leaned against his knees. Aidan smiled and began to pat
her head. "I don't have time to play right now," he sighed. She
leaned closer when he pulled his hand away. He tried to type but the
right words wouldn't come - and Bear wasn't making it any easier. The
room was already too hot from the blaze in the fireplace. Bear yawned.

	He clicked shutdown on the screen menu. "I'll write - " he
stretched and yawned himself, "Write later." Aidan set his computer
aside and laid down in front of the fire. Bear took her place beside
him on the rug. He tried to go to sleep but could not. Cheyana's
situation would not leave his head. And the fire was too hot. Aidan
stripped off his smelly tee-shirt and jeans.

	The air felt much cooler as he lay there sleepy and spread
eagled on the bearskin. Write later, he thought and closed his eyes. A
cold nose in his arm pit startled him. Bear wanted to know these other
smells.

	"Stop it," he said, pushing her away. Bear circled him then
came up between his legs and buried her nose in his crotch.

	Aidan jerked up and kicked her. "No! Bad dog!" he yelled as
she yelped and retreated into the darkened kitchen. He could see her
eyes glowing from the firelight. "Bad dog," he said again, and rolled
over feeling like a schmuck. Bear did not come back into the room.

	I hit the dog, he thought. She was only smelling me and I
kicked her. Aidan remembered how his sister and her husband treated
the dog. They were always hitting Bear for going in the trash or
getting in front of the television. Robbie was no better. And both his
brother and his sister hit their children way too much. I'm no better
than them, he thought.

	"C'mere Bear," he called. She came halfway into the room then
crouched. "I'm sorry girl."

	She whined.

	"I'm sorry girl."

	She wagged her tail but came no closer.

	Aidan rolled over and went to sleep, still feeling like a
schmuck.

	He awoke once because of the heat. Bear had joined him while
he napped. She slept curled against him, her nose near his crotch and
her rump in his face. Aidan could smell her musk. He moved his head
away. "So is that what male dogs like?" he whispered. He thought of
how it compared to the pungent scent of his last girlfriend. Their
smells were similar and he chuckled to himself thinking that if Tracy
had smelled like Bear, he wouldn't have mind sixty-nine-ing with her
so much. God, you're a freak, he then thought, closing his eyes. He
didn't want to wake until sunrise or just a little before.

	The second time he awoke from a dream of tender sex with a
beautiful woman. He remembered running his fingers through her closely
cropped hair. He remembered the wonderful smell of her sex, of burying
his face in her - and her scent lingered - and her scent was Bear's.

	My animal instincts, he told himself. Pheremones. And he could
still smell those Pheremones. Bear lay on her side, curled enough so
the her nose was close to Aidan's crotch. He could feel her hot breath
on his erection, could feel himself wanting but stopping himself.

	"Pheremones," he said. Bear's nose touched his cock and then
he felt her tongue lapping at him. He rolled on his back but the
tongue followed and felt so good - so different then a blow. With one
lick caressed from his balls to his glans, tasting his pre-come.

	Aidan tried to lay back, tried to just lay still but he had to
take some part in this no matter how he wanted to remain blameless. If
I just let then I've done nothing wrong, he reasoned. She woke me up
in my sleep. And still he could not lay back like he did with Tracy.

	Aidan rolled back on his side so Bear could better do what she
was doing and so he could take in her smell again. He put his face
between her thighs. Her belly burned warmer against his cheeks than
any other lover. Then he took his first tentative taste. The fur
around her swollen vulva tasted brackish but her smell drew him
deeper. He parted her puffy black lips with his fingertips and tasted
her again. It was far sweeter than he expected. So began a feast.
Bear twitched and rocked her hips. Together in their circle they were
like a giant yin and yang. Polar opposites, joined as one, male,
female, man, and animal. And Aidan realized that they were really not
all that different. Not at the moment of passion. Together, they were
one.

	Their lovemaking went on late into the night. Aidan held her
at last, letting his arms be the tie that she would've had had he been
a dog. An embrace would have to suffice. Then he let her go and went
out to watch the sunrise alone. She did not follow, content to sleep
in front of the dying embers.

	Aidan looked at the colors expecting to be somehow made
brighter by his realization. They were the same. It was not the world
that had changed but him. There was still all the guilt for what he
had done to be dealt with. For now he felt like writing.

	The words came reluctantly but once they began they did not
stop until Cheyana had seduced her forbidden lover. After their act
there came shame, for they had violated the taboo. She was his adopted
sister and through their lust they found their love. Now they had a
quest to break their bonds of family so they could be together without
scorn. That was the direction the book would go.

	Bear came and nudged Aidan away from his writing. It was then
that he knew. He too had a journey.