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Morphtalk by the Blog Dog

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Seinfeld 1999

Blogisode 3 Continued:

Just like I promised, here I am, picking up right where I left off.

"Ready, Pinch?" Fizz asked, though I wasn't paying as much attention as I probably should have, a little too busy staring at the way her tushie got all tense when she was ready to press the button. Hearing her speak, I guess I finally figured out what she meant, and spread my legs just a little but more widely apart, bracing myself for...well, I didn't really know what, but bracing all the same.

"Mmm-hmm," I said, licking my lips as I admired the tasty pink kittyquim I was going to nom on the moment that orange tabbycat let me move.

Click.

I blinked. Huh, well...that was kind of anticlimactic, actually. Just like that, I'd been devirginized, and it didn't even hurt a bit.

"There we go," Fizz said, obviously pleased with herself, giving my butt a happy little pat. "All done. See, that was easy, wasn't...eeee!"

Fizzy always makes the cutest sounds when I stick my tongue in her just the right way. All those big, naked males standing around us were hard as iron bars watching me work my muzzle up tight against my kittygirl's cunny, delving in deep to get the most of her delicious juices. Oh, and she was just so sweet! And there was so much of it!

Mewling desperately, Fizz did her best to give as much as she got, turning her head to start rasping that cute kitten tongue of hers against my pink bits, the two of us making a perfect circle. I knew she had to be getting at least as much of a taste of me as I was of her - I was soaked. We were both gonna get stuffed full of these thick, delicious slabs of male meat, and I couldn't wait!

Grabbing Fizzy by her butt, spreading her skinny tushie apart, pinning her tail against the small of her back with my arm, I lifted my head, letting the big horsey I was looking at right then get a good view of my tongue working along Fizz's cunny sideways, and then up, over her tiny pink tailhole. The big guy got the message loud and clear, and knelt behind her, his big hands closing over those kitty buns, just engulfing them.

"Wha-?" Fizz was asking, before her voice turned into another loud, desperate mewl as the stallion's lips met her tasty parts, and he took his time, drinking her in deeply. Her own little hands squeezed down tight on my butt, fingers sinking just a little bit into the flesh (I've always prided myself on keeping my buns nice and toned and hard), spreading me open. Next thing I know, there's this big Longhorn, kinda broad in the chest and narrow in the hips, kneeling behind me, his huge mitts taking the place of Fizz's, this absolutely huge tongue digging into me like there's no tomorrow! I looked back just long enough to see who it was eating me out, to get a good look at the priceless expression on Fizz's face as she came, and then scooted forward a little, just out of reach of the bull's tongue. The look on his face was adorable when I spun around and kissed him, but he adapted pretty fast, kissing me back, hands on my face, my shoulders, my breasts. Mmm, nice thing about bulls is, they know how to treat a girl's breasts right, and stereotype or no, the Longhorn handled mine so nice, teasing the nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass, then breaking the kiss to suck on 'em, big, rough tongue rubbing against me all over.

"I wanna hamburger," I mumbled, kinda drunk on lust right then. The red-and-white bull just grinned at me and lifted himself up, arching his back, thrusting out those hips as he knelt in front of me. Oh, I was so greedy: I didn't even wait for him to get all the way up before I was polishing his big knob with my tongue and lips, getting him so slick, he glistened all the way down his long, smooth shaft. Paying special attention to the head, popping my lips on it, I looked up into his brown eyes, saw myself reflected in 'em, and just got that much more turned on - so that's what I look like when I'm giving head. Smoking hot.

About that time, Fizz gave the most plaintive wail I'd ever heard, and I glanced into the mirror nearby, grinning a bit around my mouthful of beef at what I saw: the two horsies had decided to make a sandwich out of cute little Fizzy, her hands gripping tight on the chest of the stallion underneath her. Her teeny tailhole and smooth, sweet pink cunny were stretched sooo wide, I thought for a moment they'd pop her in two. But cats are stretchy, and most stallions are pretty gentle by nature - I guess it's 'cause they know they're so darn big - and soon it was only a matter of time before my orange tabbygirl was squirming and gyrating her hips, obviously cumming so hard, she couldn't even think straight. She didn't stop her caterwauling, though, until the eagleguy gripped the top of her head like he owned her, and stuffed her pretty mouth full of birdiecock.

Dog but that looked like fun!

"All 'a you," I mumbled, popping my muzzle off the cock I was gobbling just long enough to talk, only barely coherent at this point, looking around at the bulls standing around me, a heavy-bodied Holstein and a compact-muscled Angus. "All at once."

I wiggled my butt invitingly, stubby tail hiking up, making my cunny and tailhole clench and flex, obviously eager to be stuffed with something thick and meaty. The bulls traded looks, then they were all over me, hands and mouths sucking and licking and gnawing on me like they were the ones that were based on carnivores, and I was the juicy prey they were gonna eat all up. I was yelping and squalling like a puppy as work-calloused fingers were crammed into my tight places, stretching me more than I'd ever thought I could stretch. My whole world was reeling, and I was drunk to the gills on orgasms. Then they started squeezing their cocks into me, and that's when it started to really feel good.

Sucking on what felt like a foot of pure, solid Angus beef, I looked over at Fizz as she was gobbling down that tasty poultry in her mouth, caught her big green eyes, then reached over, taking her little hand in mine. She squeezed my fingers tight, her eyes turning away to look up at the handsome, fierce-looking eagleguy. Behind me, under me, the two bulls were huffing and thrusting and pounding me like machines, holding nothing back, their rough hands alternating on my breasts, the Holstein I was straddling occasionally engulfing my tits in his broad muzzle, making them tingle all over while he kept them slick and wet, at least when they weren't bouncing out of control with the heavy humping I was getting on all sides. Those two horsies, by contrast, were really sweet 'n gentle with Fizz, just going as fast as she could take. It was adorable the way her tiny tushie bounced and rippled a bit every time the hefty Belgian kneeling behind her slapped his hips against her perky butt, the way she looked up at the eagle with such worshipful, adoring eyes. Looking at myself in the mirror, almost going out of my mind at the eroticism of the sight of me getting three-wayed by those big, beefy bulls, I saw that my butt bounced a lot more than Fizz's, which made sense, since I had more flesh on it, good solid muscle that looked so very hot when it was getting stretched right to the limits around more meat than I'd ever thought I could take in all my wildest, most sex-starved virgin fantasies.

It was about that point that I noticed the noises me and Fizzy were making were sort of blending together, making this chorus of girlish pleasure. The song of it was joined by the percussion beat of flesh slapping flesh, and the deep-throated grunts and soft, eager moans of the males all around us. It's really weird what you notice when you've had more pleasure than your body can take, and the brain just starts to take in everything around you, soaking it all up like a sponge, the mind opening up like you're on some awareness-enhancing drugs. At least, that's what I guess it's like, since I've never messed with any of that stuff...mmm, and feeling the way I did then, there was no way I'd need it, either.

Suddenly, Fizzy gave this high-pitched squeal, and I looked over, alarmed at first, worried she might be hurt. But it was just her cute bottom tensing up, clenching down, visibly squeezing the two big horsecocks filling her holes until I could have sworn they'd have to be nipped right off. Grr, now _I_want a cock, just so I can feel little Fizz clamping down on me like she was on those big, gorgeous boys. She'd hit her limits, her whole body trembling and jerking uncontrollably as she lost herself to the pleasure, her brain popping as it went into an orgasm overload. In that state, I couldn't blame those hot studs when they picked up their pace, almost going too fast for the tiny kitten squished between them, before they whinnied, nice and loud, filling up the whole room. Fizz must've been working her mouth as hard and fast as the rest of her, bobbing her head convulsively, because those whinnies were soon joined by an eagle's scream. The eagleguy made sure to pull back after the first few bursts of cum, reaching down to pump his own shaft hard and fast, painting Fizzy's upturned face, a great amount of it landing in her open mouth.

No way I was gonna get outshone by some cat, however cute she might be! I'd always had good muscle control, and all morphs, us femmes especially, get heavy training in Kegels and gluteal toning to keep all the bits inside us ready to make babies at all times. Tightening up my butt, I felt those big slabs of beef inside me rub against each other, separated only by the thinnest inner walls, felt them stimulate parts of me so deep inside, I'd never even known they existed. I wasn't losing total control like Fizz, but my whole body was going through orgasmic spasms, especially my legs, my thighs twitching like I was getting a belly rub in That spot. It wasn't hard to will myself to go that little extra step, closing my eyes tight as I actively, voluntarily surrendered myself to pleasure, sharing it with the males all around me as I did so. I could feel them cumming, heard their gasps and groans and grunts as I milked them of every drop of cum, felt it splashing inside me, tasted it gushing across the back of my tongue before I was gulping it down convulsively, almost as convulsively as my inner walls were clenching and tightening and draining that Holstein dry of his male milk.

Exhausted, cocks sliding slowly free of us, I lay on the ground next to Fizz, grinning as I looked her cum-splattered body over, knowing I had to look at least as bad of a mess. Probably more, actually, since my darker fur would show up all that white cum a lot more completely. Panting hard, Fizz looked up at me, the poor silly kitty not used to so much exertion. She'd always been such a housecat, meant to be a pet or an adoptive sibling for her family's kids more than a keptmorph, so it made good sense that she'd not had the sort of intensive training that most morphs have. Of course, I was panting pretty hard, too. I reached over and, messy or not, I kissed her full on the lips, my tongue working into her smaller mouth. She kissed me back, breathless and trembling all over with aftershocks.

Then the morphboys were there, big hands all over, holding us, cuddling us, murmuring words of praise in our ears, telling us how beautiful we were, how good we'd made them feel. I'd never really been a part of a cuddlepile before, but...it felt really good. I've since learned that morphs are prone to cuddlepiles, especially when we're small or when we're basking in that post-sex afterglow. After we'd rested a while, we all got ourselves up, then went to the showers. Things got a little hot'n wet there, but not quite as intense as they'd been before. Sure, I jacked off both of those stallions, the big Belgian and the Clydesdale, while the eagle ate me out, and Fizz had some fun licking the bulls clean with that lightly raspy tongue of hers, but no cocks got slid really deep into anywhere, even if we did have to rinse down the floor pretty good after we were done: morphguys are very productive.

After sharing that experience with the other morphgirls in the chatroom, I got the distinct impression a lot of them were kind of busy. Heh, guess there'd be a lot of lucky morphboys in the very near future. Or morphgirls, if that was who came to paw first. Still, enough of the chatters were coherent enough to say what a good idea using maidenblades on a femme's first time really was. Some of them already knew about maidenblades, while a lot of them didn't. Overall, though, we got the impression that it was a seriously awesome product that needed to get spread around a lot more than it was. Get it out of the realm of handmade lore, and make it industrialized.

That's when Fizz got to work, and started mass-producing maidenblades, which is where she makes a good part of her money these days - it's a niche market, sure, but it's an important niche market. Since it's common to dispose of a maidenblade after a use or two, it's a recurring market as well. They're really common these days, at least among morphs, rather than just the property of a few breeding studs who made their own, or got a friend to make one for them. Personally, I think morph culture is better for it, because just having them around has pretty much taken all the fear out of a girl's first time. It's taken a lot of the fear out of the male side of things, too - morphmales lose their erections the moment a femme's not enjoying herself, and that makes a femme's first time a really heavy responsibility for a male, just to avoid that awful sensation of sudden anxiety and total loss of arousal that come the moment the first female fear or pain pheromones hit a male's brain.

Another great thing behind the use of maidenblades is that it's opened up a lot more than a femme's vagina; it's opened up the conversation about sex between the sexes. There's always this big difficulty for males and femmes to talk about their side of things, even for morphs. Having the maidenblade around, though, means there's a point of connection, a device for use by males to make a femme's first time better, which just leads to more open communication between sexual partners. I know I've benefitted from it plenty of times, talking to younger males that were perfectly willing to open up, because their mothers were willing to open up to them about the big secrets of sex like they were no big deal.

Personally, I think that's what makes morphs better than baseline humans: sex and sexuality really isn't a big deal for us. It's a natural and very open part of our culture, rather than something to be stuffed in a closet and avoided at all costs for fear of offending someone. If my readers don't take anything else away from this two-part blogisode, I hope that's it.

Thank you folks, and good night.