I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 8
A collaboration by earbender and I.
I awoke curled up next to Natan, laying in his strong arms. He was sleeping soundly. I gazed down at his furry body as his chest slowly rose and fell, and it occurred to me that I actually had a boyfriend in this world. And that I didn't want one. That, and my pussy was slightly sore.
I guess I had overused it.
And I remembered what Natan had told me, about being a puppy mill stud and how all that was behind him now, and that he loved me, and I wondered if he told that to all his bitches. And I was angry with myself, and with him. He had actually tried to get me pregnant!
I put my hand-paws to my muzzle, and closed my eyes.
What if he had succeeded? What if I really was pregnant?
What was I going to do next? I just couldn't see myself having puppies and being a mother. I mean, Natan was a nice guy and all, but I wasn't a girl, and I had no intention of going through a pregnancy and giving birth to Natan's puppies!
I tried to calm myself, my breath coming in fast gasps as I thought about what would happen next. Guys, I knew, could be really possessive of their women, and I had no intention of being his possession. Especially not after he had sired over a hundred pups!
What was I going to tell him?
What was I going to do?
Slowly Natan began to stir. His body shifted, awakened by my movements. His eyes opened and met mine and he smiled, sniffing gently at my muzzle.
"Hey, you're not in heat anymore!" he said.
"Yeah," I growled.
"That means I knocked you up!", he said with a grin, and kissed me on the nose.
His tail began to wag happily and I yelped "Wait. What?!"
He licked my muzzle and I pushed him away from me. "What do you mean you got me knocked up?!" I blurted out.
He smiled at me, joyful-eyed. "You where only in heat for three days. A bitch can be in heat for a week or more if she doesn't conceive."
My heart skipped a beat. A cold sensation settled through me as I realized what he had said. I glared at him. I wanted to slug him.
"You got me fucking pregnant?!" I yelled at him.
"Well, yeah", he replied in his deep gravelly voice. "Where gonna have a family!"
"Arrghh! You bastard!", I shouted, throwing myself out of the bed.
He looked up at me, at hurt expression on his face. "What, did I say something wrong? I thought you were over that."
I turned my back on him, putting my muzzle in my hand-paws. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I wanted to strike out, to hurt him, to do... something! And I was horrified. My emotions overwhelmed me and I began to cry, furious with myself for doing it, which just made me cry even more.
Natan got up off the bed and put a hand-paw on my shoulder. "Larry, I love you," he said, and he began to lick the tears from my eyes. "You're not like any of the bitches I've bred before. I really do love you", he said, looking earnestly into my eyes. And then he reached his hand-paw down and rubbed the fur over my lower belly. "We'll have a family of our own!"
I just stared at him in shock, I couldn't believe he had just said that.
I shuddered. I shrugged off his hand-paw and turned away. "Just leave me alone," I snarled, and stalked off into the bathroom to wash the scent of sex from my body. I could feel his hurt puppy-dog eyes on my back as I went. I locked the bathroom door behind me, and got into the tub. I turned on the water and stood trembling under the hot shower spray, letting the water carry away the turmoil of my thoughts. I heard the phone ring down the hall but I ignored it. Could it be true? Was I pregnant with Natan's puppies? Trying to clear my head I shampooed my fur and cleaned the dried cum from my pussy... from my vee-shaped backward-facing canine pussy I couldn't even see while standing on two legs, could only reach down and feel. Those soft pussy lips really did seem larger than they had been, and my nipples too. I hadn't truly noticed those little details with all the distractions that had been running through my mind the past three days.
Why was it I could more or less come to terms with a transformation of my very species, could take in stride an abduction from Earth and all my old life, never to return, but this simple little gender change was throwing me into a fucking tailspin? Oh, yeah. The puppies. Those little darlings might just have something to do with it. How may puppies did a Vroufling bitch whelp, anyway? Enough to use all of those pretty pink nipples lined up along my front side? Surely they were not there just for decoration!
The water turned cold and I stepped out of the shower, held my teats down with my arms as I shook the water off my fur, then toweled myself more or less dry. Couldn't stay locked up in the bathroom forever. I had to face him.
Natan was in the kitchen, making dino-eggs and reptile-bacon. His ears folded down in apprehension when he heard my approaching claw-clicks. "Natan--" I began, but he rushed to speak first saying "Hey! I've got some news for you! Lewis just called. He wants us to show up at a celebration party he's throwing."
"A celebration party. Lovely. Please tell me what are we celebrating? My new status as breeder bitch, perhaps?"
"Nah, he doesn't know about that yet but this is just as good! Remember that single we cut? The one that's been rising like crazy through the charts?"
"Yes..."
"Well it just went gold!" he yipped, tail wagging furiously. "Lewis is dancing on air and he's invited a bunch of his friends to show us off to. Some sort of exclusive impromptu party at that fancy underground mansion of his. He'll be here in half an hour to pick us up for the clothes fitting."
"Clothes fitting? Just how fancy is this party, anyway?"
"Fancy enough. Lewis said he's sorry but he can only invite the two of us, not the whole band. He says the other Yenta are only allowed to bring one or two Vroufling guests each, so it would not be polite to pack the ballroom with six of his."
"Other Yenta? I've never seen another Yenta!"
"Oh, they're around. They don't mingle much, though. Lewis has several he meets with on a regular basis. We can count on Grisengen and Narcelia being there at the very least."
"Even with just half a day's notice? What if they're busy with other plans?"
"They would send a representative then, but most likely they'll cancel their other plans and come in person. The Yenta have a lot of time on their hands, and they love their little show-off parties."
"Natan that's... really weird. What do the Yenta care about Earthlings and Vrouflings, anyway? We're pond-scum to their level of technology! What could we possibly say or do that they haven't heard before?"
Natan leaned close, his fur still smelling of our sex together. Softly he whispered in my ear "They're not all that bright, you know."
"What do you mean? Who's not that bright?"
"The Yenta are no smarter than the rest of us. All the tech stuff is done by their mechanical servants. 'Artificial intelligences' they call them."
"You mean computers?" I said, or tried to say, but my brain held no Vroufling word for computer so I used the English word instead.
"Compewters?" Natan mused, testing the strange new syllables. "I don't think I've heard of those before. Some new Earthling invention, no doubt. If Edison is at the party he'll be drooling to hear about them."
Visions of the rag-mop dog from Back to the Future ran through my brain and I smiled, despite myself. That one was named Einstein, though. Not Edison. And he didn't walk on two legs.
"Edison?" I inquired, perking my ears in amusement.
"Strange name, eh? He took it to honor a famous Earthling the Yenta are always going on about. Edison is Grisengen's protege. A genius inventor always coming up with new ideas. Some of his ideas are kind of impractical, though. Take that 'FM Radio' project, for instance. He wants to build new transmitters and have us throw away our old radios, just so we can get a better sound. I'd do it, of course, but the average working-class Vroufling? I don't think so."
"Natan it's really not so hard to do," I began, but turbine-roar put an end to our conversation as Lewis' limousine pulled up to hover by my front door, waiting for us to come out.