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© 2007 Gren Drake Va Mawtne watched as the attendants from the hospital helped her husband into the cab; they then climbed in themselves as the cab began to roll away. She continued watching from the porch of their low-level cliffside apartment even after the cab had disappeared from sight. One of her hands reached up, fingering the plain locket that hung around her neck. Unlike what its nature would suggest, the locket contained nothing; it had been given to her by her mother the day before her marriage to Re Vaetan. Engraved on the front were the three linked triangles that symbolized the Church of Vaere. Va Mawtne uttered a brief prayer for her husband as she ran her fingers over the locket's engraved surface. All prayers to the contrary, she knew that her husband would only get worse. He was obviously weak thirty years previous when they'd gotten married; today he could barely cross the room without assistance. If not for the pension his family provided as a part of the marriage agreement, they would not have been able to afford even the cheap dwelling they had, let alone the single pair of servants. It had been some almost a year since she had spoken with his doctors, but what they had told her remained in her mind. She would more than likely be a widow by her 150th birthday. She spoke a second quick prayer for his health. Finally, she tightly furled up her wings and re-entered their dwelling. With only the small pittance her husband's family provided, she was forced to do some of the household maintenance herself. The first of these was the bi-daily care of the beast that her husband had arranged for in the absence of the door-guards they should have had, but could not afford. The beast, a jiruan, was quite large, its head level with her own even when she stood straight up. It was also quite aggressive with anyone it had not been told to accept. Fortunately jiruan where highly intelligent animals and could be commanded to accept or reject people with a simple spoken command. The jiruan was not allowed to roam free; its movement was restricted by the use of a radio collar that delivered increasingly strong shocks as it moved out of the allowed area. As Va Mawtne re-entered the apartment, it had curled up beside one of the pair of statues that marked the apartment's entrance hall. One ear was perked up, turning to face any sound. "Jiruan," she called, getting the beast's attention. It looked up at her. "Bath," she continued. The creature stood, walked over to where she was and looked blankly at her. A touch of her nose-cover to the concealed plate near the one statue caused a hidden door to open. She entered it, the jiruan following. Once they were both inside, she hit the much more obvious inside switch and closed the door behind them. This room, about the same size as the entry hall, served a singular purpose; it allowed her to groom and bath the house guardian in privacy, and allowed the servants to clean the entry hall of every sign that anything lived there. The room was even sound-proofed so that nobody would know it existed unless they saw the door open. The creature walked to the middle of the room, near the floor-drain, and flopped onto the ground. Va Mawtne carefully stripped off her simple indoor clothing, folding it and putting it on the single shelf before sliding the protective cover down that would protect it from any splashes. Her nose-cover was set near the bottle of shampoo, between the cover that held her clothes and the one that held a selection of towels. Taking off the nose-cover would prevent her from accidentally opening the door of the hidden room--something she had done only once, while the servants were fortunately not present outside. Along with the shampoo, the shelf held a pair of rubber gloves, which she put on, and a stiff wire brush, which she took. The jiruan looked up at her as she approached, its gaze seemingly vacant as ever. The eyes of a jiruan revealed nothing, but its gently flicking tail and its slightly parted mouth were signs that it was comfortable in her presence. She sat next to the creature, wrapping her tail around her legs. The jiruan lowered its head between her legs, sniffing her crotch before she firmly lifted it. Holding the creatures head in place with one hand, and with one wing-arm, she started running the brush through the creature's fur. Every few strokes she would pull the shed fur out of the brush and drop it in a small waste-basket. After doing the beast's head, she did its back, its sides, and its tail. "Flip," she said; the training for the command was finished long before the creature had ever arrived at her apartment. The jiruan obediently flipped over, exposing its belly to her. It took only a few moments more before she was finished there as well, although she avoided the jiggling flesh between its legs. Jiruan were always desexed before being delivered, or so she'd been told. She had never heard of problems with intact jiruan, but it was the way things were done. She had been getting the feeling the past few weeks, however, that this particular specimen had somehow missed out on that process, and she had been becoming more and more nervous about touching the creature anywhere around its groin. She didn't even like to look there, at the increasingly large testicles. To admit after this long that she couldn't tell the creature was intact when delivered would be a worse stigma than having an intact jiruan. She stood and returned the brush to the shelf. The jiruan stared at her, not taking its eyes off her as she did this. She looked away, surprised by her action even as she did it. Never before had she felt uncomfortable in the creature's presence, but today she found herself wanting the grooming session to be over. She removed the spray nozzle from its hook under the shelf, turning the dial that started the flow of water. She ran the water over her arm, letting the water in the pipes warm until it had reached a pleasent temperature. Then, grabbing the bottle of shampoo, she returned to the creature and had it stand up once more. This was the second part of the grooming session: making sure that the beast was clean, and that it did not smell. She did not want animal smells in her apartment. The jiruan had never seemed to enjoy the bath nearly as much as the grooming, but as always it tolerated her efforts with an amused air. She worked area by area, just as she had with the grooming. After spraying down an area, she would lather in some of the shampoo then rinse both shampoo and grim away. The process did not take long and soon she was prepared to clean its belly, finish the job, and be done with its company until next time it needed grooming. Already she looked forward to that next time with trepidation, but she could not reveal this without making herself look inferior. "Flip," she said. The jiruan just stared at her. "Flip," she repeated. It bumped the side of her head with its own, and gave her neck a long lick. Va Mawtne dropped the nozzle and the shampoo bottle as she attempted to push away the creature's head. But the jiruan was larger than she was and seemed to ignore her efforts. It nipped at the base of her neck, and it nuzzled her. Taking its head in both hands, she thrust it downwards and away from her neck. The effort involved caused her wings to spread slightly, and a grunt to escape her lips. The action turned out to be a mistake. The beast's head bumped against her belly, and its tongue lashed out, licking the inside of her thighs, her belly, then her vulva, partially hidden by fur, but clearly visible to the jiruan's animal senses. She froze, her hands tightening against the creature's head. She felt paralyzed; no animal should touch her that way. The creature took this as encouragement and increased its licking. She forced her hands away from the creature's head and stepped backwards, spinning, ramming her nose against the door plate, not caring that she still was naked. Beyond an ache in her snout, nothing happened. She tried to think why the door would not open, and banged her snout repeatedly against the plate. She could feel the creature's paws on her thighs, grasping around her waist, forelegs pushing her wing membrane forward. She could feel its belly pressing against her back, and against her wings, its jaws gripping the base of her neck. She could feel saliva dripping and running through her fur. She trembled and tried to step forward. There was no room, not even a step. Pressed against the door, she beat her fists upon it. "Open!" she shouted. "Open by Vaere!" She could feel her vulva moistening, preparing for what her body knew was coming. "Get away! Stop!" She shouted. In despiration she realized she must be dreaming; this was no way this could be anything but a nightmare! "Why?" She demanded of the switch, of the door, even of the jiruan. Her tail lashed ineffectively, the weight of the jiruan pinning it against her. She could feel the beast's shaft thrusting under her, rubbing against her belly as it missed her vagina again and again. It wouldn't be able to find its goal, she knew then, it would not be-- She gasped, feeling it force apart her nether lips. She collapsed, barely catching herself with her hands. The side of her head was pressed against the door with no room to move it. She was forced to watch her own violation. She whimpered as the creature's penis rapidly filled her; she could see the flesh pulling in and out. Feel its shaft fill, than empty her vagina. Her body sent out waves of pleasure. That was the worst part of it; being violated and used by this animal felt good. Never again would she be able to stand inside the church, knowing how it had felt so good. Va Mawtne screamed, an incoherent, primal sound. At the least she did not have to participate; she could ignore its actions, ignore the feelings. She could pretend she was on the floor, on all fours, head pressed uncomfortably against the door, for reasons of her own, reasons that involved neither jiruan nor sex. Realizing that she was thrusting back against the animal's thrusts, that she was purring in time to their bodies' motions, made her feel disassociated from her own body. Her husband had been able to couple with her for some years after their marriage before his growing disability had prevented it. Never had it felt this good with him; she had never felt this good at all. If this was what disobeying the church felt like, it was no wonder they were so harsh with those who did. Otherwise nobody would listen to them! With these thoughts she gave in to the feelings; once more she uttered a cry, but this was of pleasure, not of fear or rage. She was panting, her own saliva dripping onto the floor. Her wings spread instinctively, the edges pressing against the confines of the room. She could feel herself reaching a peak. The jiruan's forelegs tightened around her waist, its teeth dug deeper into her neck. It made its strongest, deepest thrust yet and froze. She couldn't feel it, but she knew that the animal was filling her womb with its semen. And the worst part of it; that she felt, not humiliation, not despair or even rage, but frustration and disappointment. If the beast had continued for even a few seconds more she would have reached her own climax. The jiruan thrust a couple more times before pulling out; just enough to continue her arousal, but not to push her over the edge. It took a few steps away from her, its hard penis still hanging between its legs, bouncing slightly as it moved. Va Mawtne collapsed, her wings covering most of the damp floor. She watched as the beast gave its penis a couple of licks before laying down in the corner, slipping into sleep. It seemed to no longer care that she was there. Slowly, she pulled herself back up to all fours. She was trembling, and wet. The floor was covered in a layer of water from the still-running spray nozzle. She crawled over to the nozzle, moving slowly so that she neither slipped, nor her trembling limbs collapsed. Still unable to get herself upright, she gripped the dial with her teeth, turning it with her head. It was a few more moments before she managed to sit up. She picked up the shampoo bottle; its contents had flowed down the drain with the water. There was just a dab left at the bottom of the bottle; not enough to clean the animal's scent from her fur, but perhaps enough to clean herself of the scent of sex. Turning the nozzle on once more, this time with her hand, she sprayed herself down. She lathered the small amount of shampoo into her groin, working it in deep, and all round her vulva. The press of her fingers felt good; felt good in the same way as her violation had. She was surprised when she realized she'd been 'lathering' the shampoo for several minutes. She could feel the pleasure building up inside of her, and she knew that this time she could finish it, she could bring herself all the way. It would be her choice. She had always been told not to masturbate, by the church and by her parents, and she had never questioned that. With the recent events still fresh in her mind, though, she didn't even remember the prohibition. She dug her fingers into her vagina, her thumbs stroking the sides of her clitoris. She gasped, leaning forward. Without realizing it, she curled her tail around so that it ran along her back. If someone had stood behind her, they would have clearly seen her thrust her hands into herself, but there was only the jiruan to see and it was not looking. Her orgasm was accompanied by a long, soundless cry and her muscles froze in position for a moment. Afterwards she pulled her hands out of herself; she could smell sex on them and she realized she had undone what cleaning she had been able to do. Fear rose in her that everyone would know what she'd done. She would need to take another bath as soon as she was out, this one in the bathing room. She scrubbed herself as thoroughly as she could, then put the nozzle away. Then she dried herself with one of the towels, more vigorously, perhaps, then was needed, and she dressed once more. A tap with her nose-piece, once again in place, opened the door, allowing her to walk out. "Come," she said. She dared show no nervousness or trepidation about the beast, not now. It would lead to questions; why was she nervous now and now before? The entrance hall was empty. After making sure the jiruan was reinstated in its position, she scurried away. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to avoid the creature without seeming to, with excuses to avoid another grooming session. She feared another session; not the beast, but she feared what she would do.

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