Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: brianac@unixg.ubc.ca (SteppenWolf)
Subject: My Choice
Date: 16 Jan 1994 04:56:21 GMT

			      My Choice
				  by
			   The SteppenWolf!

	Hi, all. This is a story I wrote over Friday night and
Saturday morning/afternoon (January 14 and 15, 1994), regarding a
fictional encounter in which I am forced to chose between the woman of
my dreams and the dog I love more than life itself. The events
portrayed are fictional, but the characters are not - Jessica really
does exist (and I really DID chose to love dogs over her: dogs in
general, as we were both Christian at the time, and she didn't feel
that this was an acceptable action), and she was the only human girl I
had ever had any kind of relationship with (non-sexual, of course);
and Shiloh is real, though I haven't had the chance to engage in such
acts as are herein portrayed. Also, although I CAN cook a beef
Stroganoff reading the recipe from a cookbook, I can't do a very good
one.

			      My Choice
			       A Story

	She met me at the door when I came home from the University,
as usual, but this was definitely not a usual day in my life.

	"Hello, love." I hoped the calmness I had forced into my voice
covered the heaviness of my heart, but I should have known better. She
probably knew from my scent and posture, even before I had open my
mouth, that all was not right with me. She sat down in front of me and
looked up at me quizzically, her usually smiling mouth and shining
orange eyes showing her confusion. When I did not respond, she stood
up, rubbed her silky-smooth body against my legs, and then kissed my
hand.

	Her love always managed to quell my fears and doubts, and this
time was no exception. I fell to my knees, wrapping my arms around her
and burying my face in her warm, thick fur. As I embraced her, she
cuddled closer to me and began kissing whatever parts of my face and
neck came within reach of her warm pink tongue. As I held her, I began
to rock, slowly and gently, back and forth.

	"Oh, Shiloh, I love you... Oh, God, how I love you! Please
just let me hold you and love you, and love me back. I need you,
love... " It was like a prayer, chanted over and over again. How long
we sat there, my furry lover and I, just holding and reassuring one
another, I don't know. Maybe 20 minutes, maybe half an hour. All I
know for sure is that when I opened my eyes and got up off the floor,
I felt one hell of a lot better about life in general, and about what
was coming that night in particular. Shiloh, my furry lover, has
always had that... nurturing, motherly aspect about her. Even when I
had first got her, as a six month old puppy from a friend of mine, she
always seemed to know when I needed a mother - someone to hold me and
cuddle me, and tell me that everything would be ok. I don't know how I
ever managed to make it through the days before she came into my life.

	Seeing her mate back to more or less his usual self made her
feel a lot better, too. As I walked into the living room, she followed
me with her usual effortless grace. I swear, when Shiloh is in high
spirits, she doesn't walk, she floats from place to place! She
certainly had the build to do so: a creamy-white German Shepherd/Akita
cross, she had the appearance of a slightly-built bleach-blonde German
Shepherd. And she certainly was in high spirits now, because she knew
what happened when I got home. I made it a point when raising her of
setting aside a time to be used solely for our mutual pleasure, and I
think that sometimes she looks forward to these times more than I do!

	I walked across the room to the large black Italian-leather
sofa, with my love directly behind me. This was our special time, and
she intended to make the most of it. As I sank it to the yielding
softness of the couch, however, I again became lost in though,
reviewing my action of that afternoon - and my thoughts were very
quickly interrupted by a loud, indignant bark! I lay down on the
couch, apologized to my love for my lack of attentiveness, and we got
down to the business of pleasure.

	My furry lady knows just how to turn me on, and delights fully
in doing so. (I like to let her call the shots sexually between us; I
love being "dominated" by her.) By first sniffing at, and then forcing
her muzzle into my crotch, she made it plain she wished access to my
now-throbbing member, access which I gladly provided. As soon as I had
undone my fly, she began to lick my throbbing cock, starting at the
base and right to the head, in long, even strokes, which she continued
until she felt my tension rise almost to the breaking point. She then
moved to my testicles, taking each one into her mouth in turn, and
gently sucking on it. Before moving back to my cock, she jumped up on
the couch and positioned herself so that her forelegs were on either
side of my hips while her hind legs were on either of my chest and her
tail was raised sky-high, giving me excellent access to her hot canine
cunt while she finished the job she had started.

	^^^ From the way her pussy glistened in the light, I could see
that she was already very hot and very horny; she was practically
dripping with her honey-sweet nectar. Saying a short word of grace for
what I was about to receive, I raised my head and ran my tongue along
the length of her opening, forcing her vaginal lips open, and then
thrust my tongue deep within her. I must have been hitting all the
right spots, because within a minute or so of my continued tongue-
fucking, her muscles began contracting around my tongue as her orgasm
began. To heighten her sensation, I took her whole cunt in my mouth
and began to suck and gently bite it. She responded by hunching her
back and forcing herself even further into my hungry mouth. I
increased my sucking action, and was rewarded with a flood of her
nectar, the taste of which nothing on earth can compare with.

	While I was tending to her sweet pussy, she was giving me the
most wonderful head any man on earth has ever received. She took the
loose flap of skin just below the head of my penis (the remnant of a
bad circumcision, and incidentally the most sensitive part of my
entire cock) and began to lick and bite it until my cock was so hard
that it hurt. Satisfied with her "erection" work, she proceeded to the
demolition phase, taking the entire length of my cock into her waiting
mouth. I almost came then and there from the combination of the heat
of her mouth and the gentle suction she was applying. She then
crouched down (keeping her ass-end high, while I continued my loving
ministrations), placed her paws on my legs on either side of my cock,
and began to knead then as she continued to suck me, as though she was
a puppy, and my cock was a nipple which she intended to milk for all
it was worth. She wasn't disappointed. Within minutes I was pumping
stream after stream of my hot salty "milk" down her hungry throat.

	When I had finished ejaculating, and she had finished her
orgasm, she lay down on top of me, carefully placing her pussy back in
my mouth while doing so, and while she cleaned the remaining semen and
saliva off my cock and balls, I continued to savour the cuntal juices
that continued to run from her excited pussy. That finished, she got
up, turned around, and lay down beside me, proceeding to clean any
remaining nectar off my face. While she was doing so, I opened my
mouth and let her drink the small amount that I had saved there for
her while I thrust my tongue into hers, loving the salty taste of her
saliva mingled with the slightly bitter taste of my semen. French
kissing between up, tasting each other's orgasmic fluids (or even when
we haven't had sex), feeling the roughness of our tongues as they
rubbed together... It's always such a wonderful experience.

	Exhausted after our love-making, we just lay there quietly
together, her head resting on my chest and a forepaw draped casually
over my stomach. She looked at me with eyes full of love; I wrapped my
arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I love you, too. I want to be
with you forever. You are the most precious one in the world to me,
and I would be lost without you." And while holding each other close
and looking deeply into each others eyes, we drifted off to sleep.

				* * *

	When I woke up, it had passed seven o'clock. I kissed Shiloh
on the muzzle and hugger her tightly one more time before getting up
off the couch and walking into the kitchen. I had to get dinner ready.
Shiloh followed after a few minutes; she always was a slow riser. She
lay down on the floor and watched me. "We are going to have a guest to
dinner tonight, love," I announced, and while she may not have fully
understood the meaning of the words, she could tell from the tone that
something was up. She looked up at me curiously, and I knelt down and
gave her a scratch behind the ears. "Relax. You'll see."

	I was just putting the finishing touches on a lovely dinner of
beef Stroganoff and was putting on the coffee when the doorbell rang.

	"Jessica, hi! Come on in. Dinner is almost ready, and I'm just
putting the coffee on. I hope that you like beef Stroganoff and Swiss
chocolate almond coffee! Why don't you take a seat in the living room,
and I'll be in in a minute. Why don't you use the time to get
acquainted with Shiloh?"

	"Shiloh? Oh, you mean the DOG! Sure, no problem. Come on...
boy? girl?"

	"Girl."

	"Come on, then, girl. Let's get to know one another."

	I could hardly stand to hear someone use that sort of
patronizing tone with my love, and I could see it was getting on
Shiloh's nerves, too. Not to mention the fact that having another
female in the house made her more than a little jealous. I followed
them into the living room while they got seated, to ensure that
nothing went wrong - and a good thing, too! Jessica had decided she
would like to sit on the black leather sofa - "our" sofa, the one on
which we always made love - but Shiloh was having none of that! She
ran past Jessica, jumped onto the couch, and turned to face her,
growling.

	"Is she allowed on the furniture? And I wish she wouldn't
growl at me like that!"

	"Yes, she is allowed on the couch. As for the growling, she's
just not used to having strangers in the house. She'll chill out once
you two get to know each other." I lied. If I know my girl at all, she
would become more and more upset as the evening progressed unless I
began somehow allaying her jealous fears - something which I fully
intended to do, starting with dinner. "For now, might I suggest you
sit on the white leather love seat?"

	Dinner was ready in another 10 minutes, and we ate in the
living room, Shiloh and myself on "our" sofa, and Jessica on the white
love seat. I could see that the sight of my lover eating the same
food as we were, off the same plates and at the same time as we ate
had spoiled our guest's appetite, for she barely finished the meager
helping of Stroganoff I had served her. When we had all finished, I
took the plates to the kitchen and returned with the coffee tray and a
bowl of water for Shiloh.

	"Now," said Jessica, after we had poured our coffees, "I have
asked you several times to go out with me, and each time you have
refused, without ever telling me why. This time, you have invited me
to your house for dinner, and promised to explain the grounds of your
past refusal. Well, I'm listening. Explain yourself!"

	"Haven't you seen enough in the hour that you've been here? I
am already attached to a significant other. She had been jealously
watching your every move since you arrived, and won't be happy until
you leave." I patted my leg, and Shiloh, who had been lying at the
other end of the couch throwing daggers from her eyes at Jess, got up,
walked over to me, and curled up against my side. I wrapped my arms
around her and gave her a quick hug, then released my grip on her,
draped my left arm around her, and turned back to Jessica. "She is the
most important person in the entire world to me, and she loves me more
than life itself. To lose my loving would kill her, because she would
not WANT to continue living."

	"You're kidding, right? I mean, you can't possibly be serious
in saying that you would be willing to turn me down for a DOG!"

	I was speechless for some time, able to do nothing more than
look at her and shake my head. When I finally regained my voice, some
ten minutes had passed. Trying to remain calm, my voice contained the
hard edge of steel in it. "She is NOT just `a dog', and I would thank
you very much to stop referring to her in such a derogatory manner!
She is the love of my life. You have no doubt noticed, to your obvious
distaste, that I insist on treating her as an equal, rather than as a
`pet'. I truly love her more than I have ever loved anyone else.
Ever."

	"You're serious, aren't you? Oh, my God, Brian, you are
something else! On the way over here, I listed what I though were
possible reasons for your refusals, and I thought that maybe you were
gay, or impotent, or perhaps just not interested in a serious
relationship right now, but I NEVER imagined that you would be
involved in bestiality! But does that mean that you can ONLY love
Shiloh? I've heard of some other people into the same sort of thing,
but they still end up getting married and what not!"

	"You saw how she reacted when I let in the house, Jess. She's
incredibly jealous - to her, every female, human or canine, is
possible competition. I was lost before she came to me, and without
her, I would be lost again. The last thing I would ever want to do is
hurt her. Her love is the only thing in this whole bloody world that
keeps me sane. Now do you understand why?"

	"Yes, and you seem pretty determined to keep things the way
they are, so I won't even TRY to change your mind. But we can still be
friends, I hope?"

	"Of course we can! I still value your friendship; I just won't
allow it to interfere with the love between Shiloh and myself."

	And that was that. We talked about other things - school,
recent and future happens on campus, etc. - for some time before
Shiloh's patience finally ran out. As far as my lover was concerned, I
was still acting far too friendly towards this new bitch, and she
didn't like it one bit. She got up from the couch, and before I could
stop her she ran, growling menacingly, over to where Jessica was
sitting and began barking shrilly at her, ordering her out of the
house! We said our good-byes, and she left in very short order.

	Once she had gone, I walked back into the living room and lay
down on the black leather couch. Shiloh returned in a few minutes,
after she was sure that Jessica had gone, and wasn't going to come
back.

	"Come here, you silly mutt," called I, in a tired tone of
voice. She walked over and began nosing at my crotch again, but I was
not in the mood for sex. "Do you realize that, out of my love for you,
I refused not once, but SEVERAL TIMES, to go out with the human woman
of my dreams? The sacrifices that I make for you, girl!" She jumped up
on the couch and positioned herself to have me eat her out, but I told
her no, and asked her to lie down beside me, which she did, resting
her head on my chest, as before. I embraced her warm furry body,
holding her close to me. "What am I ever going to do with you, my
jealous little lover? You don't have to worry about losing me, and you
KNOW that! You aren't my alpha-female, you are my ONLY female! And
thank God for that, because you are one very bitchy bitch at times,
and I doubt I could handle more than one of you at a time!"

	She squirmed out of my embrace, got of the couch, and began
rubbing her silky-smooth white fur against me again. I reached over
and scratched her behind the ears. "What is it, love? What do you
want?" She seized my shirt sleeve and tried to drag me from the
couch. To keep her from ripping the shirt, I slowly got up off the
sofa and let her lead me towards the bedroom. "You're right. Let's go
to bed, Shiloh. It's been a very long day."

	I walked over to the bed and pulled back to covers, and Shiloh
jumped in and stretched out. I undressed as slowly as I could,
performing a "strip-show" for my beloved, then got into bed beside
her. She cuddled as close to me as she could, rubbing her soft warm
fur all over my naked body. I wrapped my arms and legs around her in a
whole-body hug, then proceeded to slowly cover her face and muzzle
with little licks and kisses (my "goodnight kisses"). She then
reciprocated, giving me a gentle and loving face wash. And, after
that, our bodies still intertwined and still holding each other close,
we drifted off into a deep and relaxing sleep.

			       The End