MY PET HUMAN
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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The humans in the pen seemed to understand that I had come to take one of them away. The mothers were scrambling after their children, males were gathering their entire families in the same way, the parents herding the children into the tiny mud-and-stick huts they dwelt in, so that the male of their family could stand before the door of them with weapons ready, ready to fight me off if I got too close. They may not understand my language, but they had picked up quickly enough that they were up for sale and I was a potential buyer...and they didn't like it one bit!
The pet shop owner came up to me, smiled and said, "You can see that the humans are very devoted to their mates and offspring, and with proper care, they'll show you the same sort of devotion. I can make you a good deal on a family group if you like, or they are of course also for sale individually."
"I wouldn't like to do that." I informed him. My own prior experience with humans was my neighbor's group a mated pair and their three offspring. When the eldest of these, a male, grew restless and unmanageable, they'd given him away. The mourning of the remaining four was immediate and heartbreaking. I know humans aren't really intelligent (no species that doesn't communicate by telepathy can be intelligent, of course, the communication barrier is simply too great, they can cooperate, but never truly integrate).
One of the males was advancing on me, his little spear to the ready. I had to admire his courage, I was six times as tall as him and proportionately large, and as we were greatly similar physically to each other (the reason humans made such engaging pets, they were like tiny versions of ourselves and one could watch their antics for hours.) "This is a brave one." I observed to the pet shop owner.
He smiled at me, sensing my interest in the human. "He is a singleton, part of a family group until two days ago when I sold his entire family save for him, his parents and two smaller siblings. He has been resentful ever since, and will require careful handling. If you have no experience with humans, you might want...."
"I have experience." I told him, and reached a hand out for the human, who jabbed his spear at me. I sent a wave of calming emotion at him and when he hesitated because of it, I plucked his tiny spear from his hand and scooped him up, turned him around so that I could look him over carefully.
All he wore was a small piece of cloth about his loins. (Humans insisted on covering this part of their bodies up, as if it were shameful. My own body was uncovered entirely except for a small pouch I wore at one shoulder.) His body was clean and free of nearly all hair save for the top of the head and (I presumed) a similar thatch of it about his pubic region. His muscles were well-formed and showed that he was both active and athletic, no doubt playing endlessly at the wargames that his kind relished so highly. I could feel the energy in him as he writhed in my grip (I was gentle, mind you, but he wanted to be completely released which I would not permit).
"That one is a problem." the shopkeeper told me. "I've been thinking of putting him down, you have to weed out the most aggressive of the males, and he's been getting the other humans rather worked up lately, making those noises they make at them and causing them to act mischievously when they can."
"Then my taking him away ought to solve your problem." I pointed out. "And you'll be willing to sell him to me for a lower price, won't you?" There followed the normal negotiations and I bought the human in my hand. He had quit fighting me.
The shopkeeper brought me a carrying box, and I put the human into it and closed it. His hands clawed at me out of the bars of the window but I ignored it. He would settle down soon enough.
When we got out of the shop, my new human quieted down. I looked down to see his face peering out at the busy city streets. I knew that it was all weird and strange to him, looking at the cars, the trucks, the buses, the people moving around the large, tall buildings. He'd grown up in a mud hut he'd built with his own hands, and known only the confines of the pen in which his tribe was kept, none of this was anything close to familiar to him.
I got him home and set the box on the floor and opened the door. Went over and sat down in my armchair, and waited.
The human's head peered out of the side of the box, looked around. Saw me. "Are you coming out?" I asked him telepathically.
Humans detect basic emotional states, I think, that or they understand our body positions for they use such constantly in their own communications, so my human knew that I wasn't going to oppose his exit. He stepped out, looked around again.
"It's all right, you're safe." I told him. "This is your new home. Come on out, and make yourself comfortable. After you've settled a bit, I'll feed you."
He explored timidly at first, but as his curiosity was satisfied and fears allayed, and his sense of safety grew, he grew bolder and began to check things out. The softness of my other armchair amused him and he bounced on the seat with a happy, laughing noise. I laughed as well and he turned, saw me looking at him, and stopped, looked at me again, sheepishly.
"That's all right. Go ahead and bounce all you want."
I felt he'd settled in enough to feed him. But I insisted on his coming to me to receive the food. I held out small bits of it for him. He came to me timidly, took the first piece, and scurried away to eat it. But the second time, he stayed nearer, then the third even nearer and before he was done, he was standing right beside me, eating it as I doled it out to him. I knew that the final treats, sweetened fruits, would be his favorite and held the first one out to him. He reached for it, but I pulled it back as he did, sat back on the chair, and held the treat up close to my chest. The only way he could get the treat would be to get up into my lap for it.
He hesitated, looked at me, but I smiled and he slowly came toward me and climbed up onto the chair with me. Took the treat and, as if to declare his boldness to me, sat on my lap to eat the treat. I had two more of those to give him, each made the human about three bites.
I made him stand up for the second treat, and when he did, I reached and snatched at his loincloth, took it away from him. He was nude before me and he turned, looked at me, astonished.
"This thing is dirty, filthy." I told him (for it was). "If you want to live with me, you need to stay clean."
I tossed his loincloth to one side, and when he started to go for it, I caught him and held him back. Sat him physically back in my lap and handed him the treat. He took it, looked at me for a time, then sat back down, now nude, and ate the treat.
"That's better." I told him. "We'll learn each other soon enough, and then we can start having lots of fun."
I handed him the third treat as soon as he was done eating the second and he took it, looked up at me, and smiled. While he ate the treat, I stroked his head with my fingers, gentle and carefully, not hurting him, just touching him, feeling him. When I moved on down to his back, he shifted and helped me to stroke him. His skin was so smooth and sleek, firm and warm. I loved the way his muscles rippled as I ran my hands over them, feeling how finely shaped and athletic he was. So much strength in this little form. So much power.
He was stiff at first, but soon enough realized my touches were meant to be gentle and pleasant for him, and after some time seemed to begin to relish them. When I stopped, he looked at me and smiled shyly. I smiled back. "Let's get you a bath and then we'll put you in your bed."
I reached for him and this time, he let me cuddle him in my arms rather than clutch him tightly. He was adjusting to me, accepting me. Excellent.
The bath was one like the pet shop owner kept for the tribe, and he understood the purpose as soon as he saw it and stepped into it happily. His feet's pressure on the floor of the bath started the water, and he scrubbed away at his body. The water was soapy at first, then after he'd had time to wash his entire body, turned to a warmer rinse. He cooperated fully with the bath and finished his ablutions when the flow ceased. Looked at me and I showed him my drying towel. Normally those are left lying around for the humans along with other cloth segments they use to make their loincloths and other things. But I held onto the towel and he understood, let me dry his body. Another chance to stroke him, make him understand that we were to be close friends.
By now, it was well on time for bed for both him and myself. I took him into my bedroom and showed him his bed, a small cushion-like thing on a low frame, it would let him sleep in comfort and ease. I got into my own bed and lifted my covers over me. The human might try some act against me during the night, I knew, but I had carefully placed any potential weapons in my bedroom out of his reach and closed the door to the rest of the apartment. I counted on waking up before he could do me any real harm.
I did feel the bed stirring, realized he was getting into bed with me. This could mean two things. First was that he intended to attempt some mischief against me, though I didn't think that was happening. No, I thought he intended the other, which was....
He got to the top of the covers and sat down, sidled underneath them, and cuddled up close to me. By lying partially on my upper shoulder and partially on the pillow, he was able to make himself a comfortable bed while still nuzzling my cheek. I smiled. Yes, my human male was going to make a docile, delightful pet. I was looking forward to his company in the days to come, watching him at his games, playing some with him, having his comforting warmth against me and feeling his body against mine. I'd been so lonely, it was when I'd begun hanging out with my neighbors, and now they'd moved away, taking their human pets with them, and I wasn't sure which I missed more. Humans are so simple in their devotion, so uncomplicated in their actions, they give us love so unreservedly and....
That was it. My human's name. I would call him "Lover."
Lover shifted and now his body was wrapping itself around my head, with his own head at my left ear, his lower body pressing against the soft area beneath my chin, his legs resting on my neck, but his weight was so inconsequential that...
I felt it, then. His penis was pressing against my jawbone, and it was erect! Was he asleep and having a dream or...no, he was awake, knew what he was doing. He began to rub his body up and down, pressing his organ and making it slide back and forth there.
I know that our race and humans physically resemble each other greatly, but that is simply one of those cosmic coincidences that can happen. So many planets have so many differently shaped beings upon it, the chance that two planets would evolve its lifeforms in a similar manner was not so huge that it became impossible...merely unlikely. I'd watched the neighbors' mated pair of humans making love and knew it was practically identical to our own ways.
Was this the underlying reason I'd wanted a human of my own, and that a singleton male? For this? Humans adapt to their lack of telepathic ability by being very good at reading your intentions. In my strokes of his body, had my human picked up the suppressed sexual longings I held within.
For, as I have been avoiding admitting, Lover's attentions to me were not only welcome, they were...arousing. My own body was responding, my penis was expanding, hardening, moving the covers upwards, and when Lover's motions gave him enough pleasure to make him moan softly, I let out a low groan of my own.
Lover must have noticed my...excitement, for he moved and got onto his knees on the pillow next to me. I looked around at him there and I saw his own erection, sticking out in all its tiny majesty. A prodigal organ for a human, it was still smaller than my littlest finger, but it was there and it was warm and it was ready for my attentions.
My mouth was able to swallow the entirety of it, and could have taken a sizeable portion of Lover's head and shoulders had I chosen to do that. But my intention was to give my little pet human pleasure, and so I gently rested my lips upon him and when I did, he groaned and began to thrust at my mouth, and I let him use me like that.
His moans became urgent, and very quickly, he groaned very loudly and his cock ejaculated into my mouth. The heat and sexual vibrations Lover gave off were palpable and strong, he was all masculinity embodied in a compacted form the height of the length of my forearm and hand, but his spunk on my mouth and tongue was rich and satisfied something very basic and essential within my soul.
Lover moaned when he finished and slumped over my face, but he recovered rapidly with the vigor of youth, and then he was kissing me, his lips pressing against my upper cheek, his face looking into my left eye.
I was glad I'd brought my little human pet to his climax but my own body still proclaimed its own need and I kicked at the covers and pushed them down with my hand, exposing my body.
Lover saw my body and as I freed my dong from the covering and it stood free in the night air, he looked at me and I felt the love flowing from him. He had adopted me as his owner as I had adopted him. And he stood and marched resolutely toward my cock, an organ larger than his leg and nearly as long, and, though I had taken it in my hand, I lifted it away and let my little pet approach it as he would.
The very size of it confounded him briefly, but he resolved it with a simple act. Stepping up onto my stomach, he slid down to sit upon my pubic hair and straddled thus my organ, it before him like a pillar with the tip of the glans coming just to the height of his eyes. His strong arms enclosed my dong and he began to rock back and forth, his arms holding my cock's skin and making it slide up and down on my glans.
It was the oddest of feelings that this motion of my human pet created in me. It was not quite like masturbation, in that his entire body was pressed against my cock, holding it so warmly with his face against my glans, and his lips kissed me there, and as my prong spewed forth precome, it drained down and onto his face and he licked it as it came to him, though it smeared his cheeks and forehead as well. His lips on my glans were small but so warm and caring, that their pleasures seeped throughout my entire prick, so that it was like being masturbated and sucked at the same time, and my body treated it as the most ardent attentions from the most adept of lovers.
Lover kept up his attentions, moving his body with smooth, even tempo even as my own climax grew in me and I began to shudder with my need and my ecstasy. I was reaching my orgasm, I knew that I would not be able to hold back much longer. I knew that Lover could not read my telepathic messages to him, but he understood his own language of groans and moans very well, so I let my mouth voice my thoughts rather than my brain, and I moaned with increasing intensity so that when my climax reached its crescendo, and I was ready to explode, I felt that Lover knew full well what was about to happen. And if I'd any doubts about my new pet's loyalties, I lost them for he raised himself up so that he could experience the fullness of my ejaculation straight into his face.
And that knowledge caused my spunk to fly with increased force, I did not merely spurt my wads into the air to impact him in his young, handsome face, I burst forth with a fury that assailed him from crown to throat all at one time, he was bathed in my jism that splattered him again and again, but he took it all, and a sound burst out from him that I had heard only from the neighbors' human family upon rare occasions.
Laughter. He laughed as I sprayed him with my sperm, and when it was done, he rubbed his face against my cock, still chuckling, a sound like the sound of water over rocks in a small brook, and then he released my deflating dong, and I watched as he used his hands to rub my spunk all over his body, as if it were the most magnificent of lotions.
I had to smile myself, and I broadcast my own pleasure at his enjoyment of my sexual release, and I reached up with a hand to stroke his hair. That seemed to bring him out of his reverie and he crawled on all fours up my body and laid himself down on my chest, the top of his head against my chin, resting it further upon both his forearms, and the entirety of his body against mine, warm, so warm, and like that, he fell asleep and so did I.
That was the first of many nights like that. Lover was young for a human, and his passion for me was unslaked despite nightly expressions of our desires. He gained a facility in his manipulation of my dong, and could work me in several positions, each time all the way to my completion, and for myself, it soon felt as if the diminutive size of Lover's cock was right and proper for my sexual partner.
I know that Lover shall age and die long before I myself do, and that day shall be one of great pain and loss for me. But I shall give him every care and he shall live safe and comfortable with me for as long as we are given to share.
He lies with me on the mornings when I have no place to go or to be, and every time I happen to look his way, he is looking at me, and when our eyes meet, he smiles with a genial benevolence that tells me clearer than thoughts could convey that he loves me. Those eyes of his, I sometimes wonder if our definition of what makes a being intelligent is too narrow and sharp. We say that no being can truly be intelligent if they cannot fully communicate with others as we do with our telepathic organs.
On those mornings, I look into Lover's eyes and I think: Can you truly hear me after all? Are you as intelligent as I, though bound forever within the confines of your own smaller brain? All the experts say no, but still I wonder.
Oh, my pet, my lover, my dearest human...do you have a soul?
THE END
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