| Sheltie Love (A zoophilic fiction)The reading light clipped to the headboard threw a dim yellow glow across the white sheets as I turned the blanket down. Dark oak paneling seemed to swallow the light, confining it’s life to the bed just as the intermittent draft confined its warmth. I shivered, instinctively as I removed my shirt and thought fleetingly of turning up the thermostat before reminding myself it was 62 degrees and the shakes were but a hang-on of the 10 below outside. I didn’t have a clock by the bed, waking by habit and body at 5 A.M. without fail for so many years, but had seen the red glow from the VCR as I’d passed the dark living-room. I knew it was past midnight, though sore muscles and grime made it feel like the day had never ended. I’d started out early that day, 6:30 A.M., outside the whole time in a sleet storm like the area hadn’t seen in years, and though a neighbor had turned out, fed and brought in my stock, another hour was spent in the barely warmer barn waking sheep and ponies to say “Goodnight”. The last stop, like the first, was at a straw filled box stall with a pair of heat lamps casting red circles on two soft brown bodies. “Peggy”, I whispered. The wrinkled black eyelids flickered, a soft “Mmmow!” as she raised her concave Jersey head, then turned her neck to lick a thick tongue across the three day old heifer calf curled tight to her barrel stomach laying it’s little chin across mamma’s full udder. I slipped through the heavy stall door, stepping around a steaming pile of waste to kneel beside the cow. I ran my hand between her shiny, curved horns as she lifted her head, scratching her gently as my other hand rested on the calf’s flank. She’d grown in three days I thought. Mom bellowed low and soft, and I agreed. “She’s a pretty baby girl, Peg.” She lay her head on the calf’s hip as I stood shoving my hands in my coat. Trudging through the snow to the dark house, I marveled again at new mothers, and new babies.Tara had met me at the door, her happy yelp shaking the long brown fur framing her little throat. A quick kiss with her little paws on my knee, and she disappeared into the bedroom, scurrying under the bed as I came down the hall. “New mothers, new babies” I chuckled, as I bent to peer under the bedframe at the four little Shelties whining and struggling to latch onto one of Tara’s full nipples. Older than the calf, the little fluff-balls had tiny brown eyes open and were already venturing from the “nest” on occasion, driving Mamma nuts with worry every time. I stripped and moved to the shower as Tara calmed her babies and snuggled up to them. I was jealous of the pups. Mine would be a cold bed tonight while she nursed them. I thought about her nursing them as the shower warmed my skin. Those little nipples I’d rubbed with a fingertip, licked and teased with my mouth, barely the size of a bead yet they’d harden to my touch against her skin. Now nearly a quarter inch long, they hung from small, full sacks of sweet, strong milk. Richer than Peggy’s, though thinner, I’d spent weeks feeling the nipples grow, the milk glands beneath them fill with life giving juice. I dreamt of tasting that sweetness, nursing those precious teats. The thought of sucking her now aroused me, and the mirror showed a full erection as I stepped from the shower to towel off. As the towel brushed it, it brought another desire to the mind. To be in her. I’d never dared try to be inside her, though it was my fondest wish. A virgin small dog, her body would never stand more than my finger, my tongue. I loved that though, and to hold her laying on me at night, with my erection sliding along her firm stomach, her soft long fur…“She’d take you now”, I thought. Four puppies had stretched her out more than my hard cock would, after all. I could take her out of the box, make her lay in the bed and be with me, just for a half hour or so. The pups would whimper. I’d have to hold her there, make her stay while I satisfied my self. I wouldn’t. I knew while I thought about it I wouldn’t I knew some guys with my taste for sex with animals had had a bitch bred just to “open” her for sex, some who’d not waited for birth to begin, just for her vulva to enlarge. I’d thought about that as Tara lay pregnant beside me at night or while she enjoyed my tongue. But those dogs weren’t shelties, weren’t Tara, and those guys weren’t me.Again I resisted temptation as I considered Tara’s small size, the strain of birth, the emotional and physical stress of raising those four pups. Tara would “tell” me when it was time for her to take a longer break from her babies, and I’d wait till she “told” me if it ever became time to make our relationship more physical. I didn’t want her if it meant she was anything less than enthusiastic about having me as well. I shut the light off and moved back to the faint glow of the bed. I knelt again to look on her, sleeping now with the pups quiet and full. “Goodnight Tara” I whispered, and noticed her eyelid flicker. I blew her a kiss, stood and sat on the bed. I’d just pulled my legs up and settled back on the pillow, about to pull the blanket over me, when Tara’s thin face peeked over the mattress edge.“Hello lover” I whispered as she crawled up on the bed. Her little brown eyes disappeared in blackness as her pupils grew to take me in. She slipped beside me on her belly as I flipped the sheet and blankets over us quietly. I circled her back with my arm after she crossed my body to her “side” of the bed and lay her tiny head on the pillow, puffs of breath coming hot on my cheek just a fraction of an inch from her nostrils. I turned my face to her and got a hesitant kiss. Kissing her back lightly on the nose, I buried my hand into the long thick fur of her back. One little forepaw against my chest, she curled her toes digging four claws slightly into my skin. I kissed her again and she sighed, then rolled on her back, her sweet face still turned to me. Her shoulders resting across my bicep, I stroked her side, ran my hand up and down the outside of one thigh curling my fingers to grip and hug the back of her leg. The edge of two fingers lightly brushed her still loose, full vulva causing her to pull her legs together and stretch them, raising the blanket and pushing it down toward the footboard. I moved my hand to her belly, still hot and wet from the pups suckling, and rubbed eight wonderful tits. So small, they felt like mountains beneath my palm. I caressed them, “kissing” each nipple with my touch, feeling the heat of every swelled milk-vein against my skin. The cold bed was suddenly burning, and I threw the blanket back leaving just the satin sheet covering our naked forms. Tara shifted her shoulders, laying her pretty head on my chest as I slid my body lower in the bed. I ran a fingertip across her vulva, soft and warm, and wet in the center. I found the little hard spot just back from the point of that fold of skin and made slow circles of it with my finger. Her thin, muscular thighs clasped my hand between her legs, her feet pushing the sheet off my stomach. She moaned, squeezing my fingers between her legs, then whimpered and relaxed. I bent my head forward, nuzzling and kissing her tufted ear and whispered “I’ve missed you baby!”As her legs relaxed, her knees bent spreading her thighs flat and I rubbed my finger lower, finding that moist fold of flesh hiding her hardened clit and guarding her mucous lined vagina. I teased that slit, running my fingertip up and down it’s short length and feeling the looseness part and the wetness spread to my hand. Her thin legs kicked out straight once, twice, again as her stomach flexed in and out. I felt her heartbeat racing where her thick furred chest rested against my arm. I slid my finger into that wetness, slowly. Barely penetrating her lips, I drew out again. I stroked her mound again, penetrating her slightly each time as her body stiffened, head raised and nose pointed to the ceiling.I fingered her before the pregnancy, never going deeper than the first knuckle and feeling as if she’d clamp that much off with her muscles contractions. Now I couldn’t believe the loose feel! My finger slid deeper without resistance, one knuckle, two, then as deep as it could go till my hand itself parted her vulva!She squeezed, oh she squeezed! The contractions, though my finger felt their caress, didn’t force my finger out. They seemed instead to draw it in. Even against their working, I found I could stroke one wall without the other touching, could curl my finger slightly and give resistance to the ring surrounding it. I withdrew, slowly, stroking back and forth as I went, then drove it in deep again. The contractions continued, but her body had relaxed after the initial slight penetration. I seemed to be doing little for her now...I pulled my finger out, her body tensing just as I passed her clit, then relaxing. I thought of how she always reacted when I’d stroke her clit from outside, and how now loosened inside my finger no longer made continuous contact with it. I slid my finger in again, curled it and teased that bud. Her hind legs twitched, front paws dug the air and her breath came now in little puffs and pants. Her body went rigid, relaxed then tensed again. I slid another finger behind the first, amazed she’d now take two, and drove it in deep. My first finger still teased her clit, and her walls squeezed tighter than they had before!Her body tensed, hind legs literally vibrating with the effort. Her little forepaws grabbed my arm as her back arched and lips stretched just exposing her small white teeth. She humped my hand, her long furred tail slapping my hip and her claws digging hard into my forearm!As her sloping round ass rode higher, so did her face. Every muscle she had strained and I swore she stopped breathing momentarily! A long, deep moaning whimper proved me wrong, and as suddenly as she tensed, she relaxed. Her vagina still contracted, but less intense. Her sweet narrow head lay soft on my chest as I slowed my strokes into her. She noticed my erection, mostly clear of the sheets, and as she moved her head to it I realized I hadn’t really noticed it either. I came at the first touch of her tongue, or perhaps began before, the scent attracting her. My fingers on and in her brought me that level of arousal. She turned toward my body, pulling off of my fingers to stand and shake her small frame with a jangle of collar and tags, and licked me more. She cleaned me off, her tongue when it moved momentarily to my balls brought a heat and a fresh wave of contractions to my abdomen. Her tail beating faster told me she enjoyed the way it made my now softer penis dance, and her tongue chased it with a happy, but loud, bark!I knew when I heard that it was over. A pup whimpered, her squared little ears shot up, body tense, and with a leap she was gone and scurrying under the bed! I pulled the sheet back up my chest, threw the blankets over me and listened for a while to the pups cries, her comforting whimpers, the sounds of sucking. I thought again of those full teats, that soft vulva and now larger vagina. Maybe some day we’d have tonight’s passion again, maybe take it farther I thought as I turned to face her side of our bed. I knew for sure she’d let me know!A zoophilic fiction bySilverwolf- Tippys mate |
