Chapter 3

Years ago, the actor, Tom Hanks, starred in the movie “Apollo 13” and his character uttered the lines; “Houston, we have a problem!” when there was an explosion that damaged the capsule.

While the situation before me wasn’t “life or death”, it still presented many challenges. Did I love Belle? Without a doubt. But it was the love for a cherished friend, not romantic. This was something I had never contemplated happening. Okay, so who would have contemplated the possibility of an intelligent being like her even existing, outside of a science fiction movie or book, let alone being asked to “mate” with her.

“Belle, I’m not sure I understand.”

She gave me a universal look that every female ever shot at a male, no matter who or what they were, as if to say “Good lord, are you THAT stupid?” Taking a deep breath, she looked me in the eye. “It is the hormones. The cycle. Our biology knows when it is a good time to mate, to breed. I’m safe, well fed and taken care of. It is my time.”

She looked over at a picture on the wall of me and the girls. “We are not genetically compatible. We won’t have pups. As much as I would love them, they would not survive here. Your scientists don’t have the knowledge to take care of any problems that may occur should I bear a litter.” Perhaps it was the situation, or the pheromones she was producing, or maybe it was because that in spite of her half human, half canine looks, I thought she was beautiful. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” I thought to myself. “What do I need to do?”

Belle rolled onto her stomach and then pulled herself into a kneeling position. She was swollen, and red, and I could see moisture forming around her feminine opening. “Take me. Mount me. Own me.” I quickly pulled my sleep shorts off, so I was naked with her in the bed. With my hands holding her at the hips, I scooted up behind her. Her tail was up and over her back, out of the way. Rubbing the tip of my very erect self, up and down the soft folds, she whimpered and started to moan. It was a soft keening sound. Together we merged. I pushed gently into her, and she suddenly thrust herself backwards, taking me in.

I was grateful we lived so far from everyone, because within a few moments, Belle was snarling and howling and saying words that were not close to anything I could understand. She clutched the sheets and I think that a few were torn from her nails. I buried myself in as deep as I could go, pulling her to me as I thrust, my own grunts of pleasure getting louder and louder. Belle suddenly threw her head back and let out a long, warbling howl, as she clenched down tight on me, holding me inside of her. That was all it took. It had been a few years since I had enjoyed the company of a woman in bed, so I had a good bit of lost time to make up for. I felt my own pending explosion and grabbed Belle hard around the waist and as I emptied into her, I pulled and twisted her slightly so I could reach her mouth.

Kissing a woman from behind during sex can be a slight challenge. This? Well, I did my best, and she reciprocated. Tongues merged and we did the best we could at “kissing” based on the biological structure of ourselves and the shapes of our mouths. I honestly found it enjoyable!

Catching our breath, I pulled her against me tight, holding her so that she faced me and her arms and legs were curled up and relaxed. Her paws (hands?) were against my chest, and she had a satisfied look on her face.

“We mate. I’m yours. You’re mine. Mates. Love.”

I could accept that. Hell, my life was crazy as it was, so why not be mated to a woman like Belle, and enjoy the experience. I cared deeply for her, and I could envision it becoming Love.

I remembered something from an old nature documentary about wolves. As Belle lay on her back, I leaned over to her and opened my mouth as wide as possible and placed it over her throat. I closed my mouth gently, shook my head and grunted “Mine!”

Belle’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned “Yassshhhh!”

Then she passed out.

Belle looked at me from where she sat on her bench at the kitchen table. She had troubles with chairs, so this worked well for her. I was making us brunch, to feed the hunger that came from waking up twice during the night to mate. I must admit that I very much enjoyed the experience, especially as my feelings for Belle were growing stronger by the minute.

Placing a bowl with scrambled eggs, cheese and bacon in front of her, Belle picked up her spoon. She had some dexterity concerns, but could manage simple tasks with her elongated paws. She also preferred to sip water from a large mug through a straw, because she felt self conscious about eating or drinking with her face in a bowl. I understood how she felt.

“You own me now.”

“Own?” I looked up, curious.

“Yes. You did dominance to me, take my throat and shake to let me know you are Alpha.” She got a dreamy look on her face. “I submit.”