FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Morphtalk by the Blog Dog

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Seinfeld 1999

Blogisode 1:

"Blogsode"? Yeah, really. Whatever. I've never really done a blog before, but I've been told it's the way to really get stuff out there when you're on the fringe. At least, that's what my mates tell me. Being who and what I am, I'm about as on the fringe as it gets, so I suppose this is the perfect way to get some attention to what I think is a really important topic. The topic, of course, is morphs.

Before anybody asks, yeah, I'm a morph, and here's my life in brief. Maybe later I'll go into all the details, but for now, here's all you need to get where I come from. My full name is Bethany Anne Halsey, but if you ever call me that, I'll bite. Of course, I'm a Doberman Pinscher morph, so I might bite anyway (but only if you ask nicely). Most people call me Pinch, and I think it's as good a name as any, and helps me fit into the rest of morph society a lot more smoothly. I was decanted from a vat like all first generation morphs (called First Gens among the morph community) after being specially commissioned by a well-known morph breeder whose name I'll leave off here, at least for now, due to the situation being complicated, both socially as well as legally. Lucky for me, this meant that, unlike the vast majority of morphs from the first and second generations, I never had to go through the military meat grinder. Unlucky for me, it meant I got put through the meat market instead.

When I rebelled against my intended role as a breeding queen after my first child was taken away from me, I got shoved into one of the discipline programs they run especially for us morphs. Since I was a late First Gen, morphs started to get some emancipation by about the same time that I was almost through the program, and was about to be put back into the meat market. After that, I got dumped on the street when nonconsensual morph breeding became illegal and I refused to sign any queen contracts with my former owner. Lucky for me, I'd been noticed during my training period by a really awesome chick named Dorothy Kats, and she helped set me up until I could get back on my own paws (incidentally she's also the one footing the bill for this blog, and my co-author around here). Dorothy was the one who keyed me onto the Lords Scholarship, and through it I was able to get into school, and hammer through my MS in Sociology, before pressing onward into the realm of the Ph.D. Now I'm almost a phud myself, and figured that I'd better start putting down some information on morphs, because there's a whole lot of people with the weirdest misconceptions about us, and hard facts are hard to come by through "official" sources. Who knows, maybe this blog will mean something to somebody someday.

Introductions out of the way, I guess I ought to explain how I got started writing, mostly because it actually has to do with the Big Reasons behind this blog: information about morphs, and morph-human relations. I'm pretty active sexually, and I keep a sort of roving circle of mates around me, or males and females that I trust enough to take to bed...or wherever else we might end up. One of my mates, this laid-back human guy I'll call Chuck, a white guy with sandy hair and a seemingly perpetual five-o-clock shadow, was idly rubbing my butt while I was lying on my side, facing away from him on the bed, his cock in my muzzle. Chuck's no monster in the penis department, but he's not tiny either; actually, I'd say that his cock's just about perfect for some oral funtime, since I can just pop him in my mouth pretty much whenever I want without having to worry about straining my jaw. The position we were in is pretty close to Chuck's favorite for lazysexytime, since he loves oral, and he loves looking at my butt. According to him, I've got the sexiest butt he's ever seen, and the brown fur forming half-moons in the black fur on either cheek before framing my pink tailhole beneath my short-docked tail apparently really gets him going. The only thing Chuck loves more than oral is anal, and he thinks female orgasms are the hottest thing in the world. Since I'm just fine with anal sex, and actually love the tastes and textures of oral sex, regardless of the gender of my partner, this suits us both nicely.

Back to the subject at hand, I had my eyes closed, just enjoying a tasty human cock, salty precum dribbling onto my tongue, while Chuck was idly squeezing and groping my butt with his gentle hands, rolling the heart-shaped curves of it one way and then the other, his thumbs occasionally teasing my tailhole. I could feel his breath on my furry outer labia, and was just starting to think that our little session was about to go from casual to serious, when Chuck spoke up.

"Hey, Pinch," he said in that half-dreamy way of his when he's been thinking about two things at once (my butt being the other thing, of course). "You ever think that what we're doing is kinda weird?"

"Mmm?" That was about all I could manage, since, oral-fixative doggy that I am, I didn't want to give up the bone in my mouth unless I had to.

"You know, a morph and a human having sex on a lazy weekend," Chuck continued. "I mean, it's not illegal or anything anymore, but it wasn't more than a few years since this kind of thing was considered bestiality."

Oh balls. Heaving an annoyed sigh, I finally relinquished my liplock on Chuck's shaft, and raised my head to look at him properly.

"You think what we're doing is bestiality?" I asked, worried we might be about to tread into some pretty heavy territory.

"Neh," Chuck answered, making me wince a little with a spike of pleasure as he slid a finger into my quim, arching it just the way he knows I like it best. "I mean, I'm a liberal arts major, so that makes me a deviant by default, but I'm only really interested in you because of what's going on behind your amber eyes. Animals just don't have that."

I gave him one of those looks.

"I'm serious," he returned with mock-defensiveness, making me bite my lower lip when he added a second finger, one of his thumbs starting to get quite a bit more serious about working my tailhole open. "I mean, the rest of you is really hot, don't misunderstand me, but it's your mind that turns me on the most."

"Just love my devious personality, huh?" I teased, a hand wrapping around his cock to keep it hard while we talked.

"Wicked, Pinch," he returned with a teasing grin. "The eviler the better. But, you know, what we're doing, most humans just wouldn't understand. Even after the big plague, the world's still connected by the Internet, so you'd think information would be easy for everybody to get now. More easy, actually, with more resources to go around, and more Internet use than ever before. But whenever anybody I know learns that I spend some of my weekends balls-deep in a gorgeous babe, who also just happens to be a morph, I get some pretty extreme reactions."

As they say, one thing led to another after that (not least of which was Chuck ending up balls-deep in my tailhole...twice), and this blog is the end result. I'm going to try and keep up regular posts here, maybe every week or two if there's enough interest, and hope that it helps people start to understand us morphs more. Feel free to post comments and questions of your own, and I'll see what I can do about responding to them. And if I don't, I'll see if I can get one of my guest bloggers to help out.

Ciao babes.