Mary was in the small spare bedroom over the hall at the front of the house which was now her home office. She had a routine for the end of her afternoon shift with the IT help desk service. As soon as she logged off her laptop and shut it down, she would briskly get up from her desk and leave the room. No tidying up or jotting down notes. She would close the door and turn the key. It was her way of putting the job behind her. Done for the day. Now for a bit of me time. While descending the stairs she would call out to Nathan, reminding him to put the coffee on.
Usually, Nathan was in the kitchen with the coffee machine ready to go. They would sit for a while at the kitchen counter and Mary would amuse him with tales of some of the wackier calls she had taken that day. Nathan would tell her what he had been up to around the house and garden. This Monday afternoon, as she headed downstairs, she called out Nathan's name out of habit, forgetting for a moment that he was otherwise engaged; playing at being a dog. More than that, he wasn't even in the house, because, in order to more fully indulge Nathan's desire to try puppy play, Mary had despatched him to Karen's Kennels for a few days of puppy training.
Now, sitting alone at the counter, sipping her mug of instant coffee, Mary decided it was time to get Nathan back. She wanted him around. His absence brought home to her that having Nathan around was an integral part of her semi-retired life. A bit like it is for someone who is used to having a dog, a real dog, and the dog dies. You miss the bit of company, no matter how poor that company might be. Mary had always accepted that retirement was going to seem relatively dull compared with being a high flying busy IT executive. But once she had decided that the time was right to get out, Mary being Mary, took that decision and got out.
There had been the initial busyness of deciding where to retire to, locating a property, getting it made over, selling up the old home, moving and settling into the new one. Things got quiet fast after that. So quiet that Mary decided to start doing her twenty hours a week help desk job just to keep her brain ticking over. But there were no corporate meetings, water-cooler conferences, office politics, or any of that sort of engagement you get in a normal executive job. That's were Nathan came in. He was Mary's substitute for all that. Having Nathan around to bounce stuff off was, at minimum, better than having no-one. They used discuss plans for travel, holidays, house make-over projects, or just what to have for dinner.
Without Nathan about the place, Mary found the house empty and echoing. Her coffee break unsatisfying. Never one to hang about, Mary decided she would get Nathan back from the kennels right away, a day earlier than planned. She'd booked him in for three days and two overnights. He'd been collected by the Kennels van on Sunday morning. By now, late Monday afternoon, he would have done the guts of two days and one overnight in Karen's Kennels. Mary decided that was enough of full on pet play experience for Nathan. Well, in reality she didn't care if he'd had enough pet play experience or not, she just wanted him back. This was about meeting Mary's needs. Indulging Nathan's sexual fantasies took second place. She quickly phoned the kennels before the office closed and said she'd be out to collect Rover within the hour. Rover was Nathan's puppy play name.
Millie, Rover's trainer, met Mary outside the office and led her across to the gate into the backyard where the human pets were kennelled. She chatted away happily, explaining that there were just two human pets in the kennels at this time, Rover and Tiger, and gave Mary an update on Rover's progress.
'He settled down nicely and has been very obedient. He is also getting on with Tiger. They are interacting well. But I did notice he was struggling a bit on all fours, so I put a pair of arm stilts on him this morning. It's made a world of difference. It's like he's a new dog.
'Arm stilts?'
'Yes. They are short extensions that go on the forearms. A bit like short crutches, except that they have springs. You rest your hands on grips on the inside. The hands and forearms are covered so that outwardly they look just like the existing paw gloves, but longer. Makes the puppy's forelegs almost the same length as his back legs. And Rover can really move in them.'
As soon as they entered the back yard, Mary saw the two play puppies out in their pen, and could immediately see what they were in the middle of fucking. One was standing behind the other who was bent over on all fours. The standing one, a well-built guy, was resting his forepaws on the back of the bent over one. There was no mistaking that rhythmic rocking motion. One pushing hard into the other. One human pet giving it, the other taking it. At first Mary didn't recognise Rover as the one who was taking it in the ass. He looked like a big, black, awkward, long-legged dog. He was being rocked over and back by the forceful thrusts of the much stronger, upright puppy.
'There they are,' giggled Millie. 'At it again. That Tiger is insatiable. He's here for the week and hadn't had any release until Rover arrived yesterday. Now look at them; a real pair of love birds.'
'Is that Rover? Asked Mary, looking hard at the dark dog-like figure being rocked over and back in time with the grunting thrusts of the other dog. She deciding it must be, and was a little shocked at seeing her husband being butt fucked out in the open.
'That's Rover alright. He was a bit reluctant to accept his position in the dog pecking order at first. But he knows his place now and puts up with it. I would guess Tiger has given it to him up the ass about six times since they were put in the pen together yesterday.'
'Oh. I see. And does he like it? Mary asked, as they approached the pen, a little surprised that her husband was willing to allow it happen to him. Tiger wasn't holding back, Mary could really hear rhythmic grunting as he continued to force himself into Rover. Rover showed no sign of seeing the approaching humans.
That was because Rover was miles away, his gaze fixed on a few pebbles on the ground between his front paws. It was his way of dealing with Tiger's depredation of his ass. Each time Tiger thrust hard into his ass Rover was pushed forward and the pebbles seemed to rock over and back in time with his rocking movement. It reminded Rover of his young days as a student in university when they were studying gravitational force. The fact that those two pebbles lying on the ground exerted a gravitational pull on each other fascinated him. Like each knew the other was there.
He could write a book about it, he thought. One of those flashy cod philosophy books for the Christmas market. A coffee table book with full size, full colour pictures of the planets, and little boxed off inserts; the life of Isaac Newton, the apple falling from the tree, why satellites stay up in orbit. He'd call it 'The Consolation of Gravity,' subtitle: Where would you be without it? On a galaxy far, far away obviously, where they still have gravity, he surmised, feeling Tiger's thrusts speed up.
He'd go on a book promotion tour. Do all those obscure arts shows on strange TV channels. Some beardie intellectual interviewer would find similarities between his book and the film of the same name; Gravity. Ah yes; Gravity. Sandra Bullock floating around inside the space station in her sexy space undies. Just hanging there in mid-air, arms and legs drifting wide apart. All orifices available and inviting attention. Just waiting for what? George Clooney to do the docking manoeuvre.
Space sex, now there's a thing that is ripe for development, thought Nathan, while he sensed Tiger was nearing his big moment. A whole porn sub-genre waiting to be opened up, excuse the pun. Space: The final frontier for the sex industry. Though it would be expensive to get up there. Costs a lot of dollars to defy gravity. Maybe that's why the billionaires are so interested in space, Nathan pondered. No paparazzi to take photos of them at it up there. Only the super-rich could afford to become members of the one hundred mile-high club. Mega bragging rights to be had.
Elon sticks his head around the door and says to the current person in his life, 'Just popping up for a quick orbit or two. Shouldn't be long. Just me and three astronauts.'
