CHAPTER 1
My pal and co-worker Linus was doubting his suitability as a husband about a month ago, but after learning to see things differently, he now happily brings his wife’s dog to work. A dog named Blue, who happens to be a rather studly, slim, Caucasian male, late twenties, speaks English with a Russian accent, and is quite disarmingly charming. He’s also pretty good at relating to people, getting on their good side, so his ideas in public relations have helped our PR firm deal with two major incidents (and I mean bad ones) that two of our Fortune 500 clients had found themselves embroiled in. Linus has ended up needing Blue almost as much as his wife Maxine needs the stud.
Where and when did this all start, you ask? Like any decent, modern day love triangle, the seeds of it were sown in cyberspace; more specifically, a phone app called Furry Friends Finder (FFF). You guessed it. It’s a social media app for locating and interacting with people who are part of the furry fandom. Maxine is into this stuff and Linus knows it. Long before they got to dating, Maxine was known for dressing up in a furry costume on Halloween and was always a reindeer on Christmas. She stopped dressing up furry as soon as she started going to college, which was where she met Linus, but her love for all things furry didn’t fade. Screen wallpapers, phone covers, car seat covers, shoes, bags, beddings, furniture, kitchen utensils – the list goes on. Fur everywhere, every day for that lady.
If Linus had known she would get into something deeper than friendship on FFF, he probably would have discouraged her from using it, but he didn’t. He knew furry fandom was part of her life and he loved her for it, even nurtured it by buying her furry stuff, supporting her in her attendance of furry conventions (yeah, they got conventions) and doing furry things with her, although not as much as she would like, which he would find out later on. And so one thing led to another and before anyone knew anything (except for Maxine, of course) she had acquired a “pet” she could confide in, and with said pet’s whole-hearted agreement, had taken dominant control over him.
CHAPTER 2
Linus noticed something was off firstly in the way Maxine would return home from work, all bouncy and filled with something akin to pride. When he asked her about it, she would tell him it had been a wonderful day, everything had gone really well. She seemed to be having those days every day recently.
Then it was her sleeping. She used to sleep so deeply and peacefully, but suddenly she had become a very light sleeper. Looking back, he realized the light sleeping had coincided with the barking.
For three nights in a row, he was woken up by barking sounds. On each instance, Maxine had seemed to spring out of the bed, but so lightly and gracefully, it was unreal; Linus never felt the bed shift, just a slight motion of the blanket they were under and a slow, subtle rising of the bed, as if the bed was unwilling to accept the sudden absence of her. (Maxine is such a gorgeous woman; brunette, tall, athletic, lithe, and often denies the laws of physics much to the amazement of those watching her, except herself.) She would go to the window and look out on the street. The barking would continue for several seconds and then stop. She would remain standing, watching for a few more seconds before returning to bed. Linus never bothered to ask. Maxine was a constant volunteer at animal shelters and pounds; her attitude towards her activities at these places was devout, for lack of a better word.
That was what got Linus thinking. Why didn’t she help (what he assumed to be was) the stray dog? Three nights in a row and all she did was watch it go by.
CHAPTER 3
Remember those two incidents I told you about? The first one was the running aground of the merchant vessel Holloway on a coral reef several nautical miles just off Australia. Among the cargo of the ship were five containers filled with biomedical fluids, many of them quite dangerous when exposed to ecology of a natural environment. The PR machine went into overdrive as soon as the first news hit the media. This happened roughly around the same time the barking happened. Linus knew it wouldn’t be too odd for him to make an excuse for staying late at work. He texted Maxine, telling her a lie. She believed him.
He rented a black Honda Civic and pulled into his street an hour before his usual time of arrival, parking at the curb in front of a recently vacated two-story. Linus sat behind the wheel, cap on his head to conceal his identity from passing glances, and watched his street, his house. Right on time, he saw a gray Range Rover roll past him and stop on the other side of the street, opposing his house. Four figures came out, all dressed up as furry creatures. Dogs. There was a greyhound, a Dalmatian, a blue dog, and a black and white husky.
The blue one stood out from the group and started barking. It was him. He was “the stray”. Then the others started barking and howling. That was different. He had only heard the one “stray” previously, but tonight was a sing-along from a united pack. Linus brought up his binoculars and focused them on his bedroom window. His eyes lit up in surprise as soon as the window did. That was different too. Maxine had never turned on the light for the stray the previous three nights. There she stood and Linus almost swore out loud when he saw her in the light, but held back and whispered hoarsely to himself, “Fuck me.”
It lasted less than ten seconds, but he saw it all and would never forget that moment. Maxine, in a white silk robe, stood and watched the pack of howlers with approval from the window. Giving them an evil smile, she sexily shrugged off the robe and they got a view of his wife scantily clad in lingerie. It was a simple yet classy two-piece: translucent white bra and panties. She allowed them to drink in the sight of her from the front before turning to her left to give them a side view, and then a full eighty degrees so they could take in her beautiful back. The pack jumped up and down in delight, howling even more wildly; they also back-patted the blue dog in a congratulatory way.
But the dream ended abruptly when Linus’ neighbor Mr. Eisenhern came out of his house yelling at them with a metal baseball bat in hand.
“Get the fuck outta here, ya pack o mongrels! I just called the cops!”
Linus had never seen a quicker exit. The dog boys hustled, threw themselves into the Range Rover, and the car shot like a bullet right out of the street, leaving twin black streaks and pieces of tire rubber behind.
Linus couldn’t help chuckling to himself. He turned his attention back to the bedroom window, but the light had gone out.
CHAPTER 4
Deciding not to ask his wife about what was going on behind his back came as a surprise to Linus. Surely he had enough grounds to inquire as to the goings on in and around his house. The previous year he would have. But recently their marriage had not been going as great as it should have. He felt guilty that he was not really putting in in his role as a husband. He had been less enthusiastic in his support of her involvement in furry fandom. The biggest point of contention was his refusal to dress up as an anthropomorphic Arctic fox and fuck her when she asked him to several weeks back. She had pleaded with him but he had seen that as degrading. He argued that he didn’t need to pretend to be an animal to satisfy her. Eventually she had given up in her request and things had gone back to a boring routine.
In light of the event he had witnessed, Linus was tempted to take a peek at her phone while she was asleep, but decided against it. At work he asked me if I knew someone who was good with electronic gadgets, particularly in the area of phone hacking. I asked him why, he told me his story and so I gave him a name and number.
In less than two days, Linus had in his possession a memory card containing all the data on Maxine’s phone activity, apps and all, from the day of purchase to the present. Due to large files such as videos and photos that take up a lot of space, the card had to be an SDXC with two terabytes of storage capacity. Not so surprisingly, most of this space was taken up by furry fandom-related content. Videos and photos of the conventions and different events she had attended, etc. During one of the not-so-busy moments of his work day, Linus looked through her Furry Friends Finder activity, which was stored in a folder of the same name that had a large number of subfolders and files. He found photos of the “blue dog” and learned that his user name was RoverBlue, but Maxine simply called him Blue. While she interacted with hundreds of different users, Blue was her main attraction and from his interaction with her, it seemed she was his too.
Blue’s story from what Linus gathered was as such: He was a former Russian computer hacker, who had been recruited by a data mining company here in the city. He was currently attending college on the side, really wanting to land a job in television production, something behind the scenes and technical. Typical of foreign males, he had a fascination with American women and wanted to bury his furry boner in one. Unfortunately for Linus, it was turning out that his wife would be the recipient of this Russian’s dong, if she wasn’t already.
On FFF, Maxine’s user name was White Vixen. As he expected, she had many furry friends – 1,254 to be exact. On her info, she stated: “I’m here to make friends – furry friends and lots of them! If you’re lucky, it could be something more than friendship you get, but beware: my heart, mind, and body belong to the White Fox, my husband!”
He now recalled her pleas for him to dress up as an Arctic fox and have sex with her. She wanted him to be a part of her fantasy world for real. A profound sadness and deep regret crept into Linus’ soul just thinking about that. He had denied her and now she had let someone else into her heart.
Then Linus noticed something; he was currently in a folder named “User Profile Updates” with a time and date stamp included in the name. Going back he realized there were over 50,000 such folders. He sorted them to get the latest update on top and opened that folder. Going to Maxine’s profile info, he now read, “Enjoying the wonderful furry world with all my fun furry friends, and totally in love with RoverBlue, my pet and soul mate.”
“No more White Fox,” Linus muttered to himself. He felt as if he had just been hit with a torpedo in the guts, but he pressed on with the browsing of his wife’s online life. Maybe I’m just a sucker for punishment, he thought grimly.
He went through a folder named Messages to see what she had been saying privately on FFF. Thankfully all the messages had been sorted into subfolders with each one named after a recipient she had been in contact with, sorted alphabetically. He made a mental note to transfer a tip to the guy who had got him all of this and organized the data so well.
He scrolled down to the folder named RoverBlue and opened it. He saw a total of 2,681 separate message conversations that happened between his wife and this Ruskie. Each conversation was a transcripted text file from the original format that was used on the FFF site, so any animations or graphics used in the messages, save for emojis, did not show, however, the emojis were rendered in plain black characters. Going through the texts, he saw that their acquaintance had started friendly and flirty, but had progressed into something deeper and closer to each other. Her individual messages and conversations with RoverBlue got longer, while she kept in contact with her other friends, those other messages were cordial and sometimes flirty, but RoverBlue certainly got what other friends didn’t such as love hearts and other love-related emojis, but most importantly, her time and soul.
Linus entered “cock” in the search box in the top corner and got some results. He went through them. Maxine had told Blue on a number of occasions that she would love to suck and fuck his cock, but would never cheat on her husband. In another message, she told Blue that his cock belonged to her and he should only masturbate when he was told to. He listened to her and didn’t. In another folder, Linus found photos of Blue stroking his cock with messages handwritten saying, “My cock belongs to White Vixen”. There were several videos of him stroking his dick and cumming on her photos that she sent him.
Blue had asked about where she lived and she had not told him at first, but after a while, when she was sure he belonged to her, she gave him a few tests. This all led to her telling him to come bark outside on the street, facing her bedroom window at a certain time at night. Her last instruction was to come with his pack of friends and howl for her and their reward would be a sight to behold (which it certainly turned out to be).
Through the conversations, photos, videos, instructions, Blue had become deeply devoted to Maxine, while she had fallen head over heels for him as her pet to be controlled at her every whim. He was very obedient and eager to please her. He had told her he had a submissive side, but never felt the urge to let it out because he had never met a woman who made him want to, but she definitely had what it took to bring that side out of him and he loved worshiping her with his submission to her will. Maxine made no uncertainty in letting Blue know that she loved him and that he was her pet now, all of him belonged to her, as she was to him, his mistress/owner. They were living a very hot and satisfying alternative life of dom and sub via the furry fandom connection they shared. But they had not physically met, been together on a date, or had sex. Everything so far between them had happened in cyberspace, until the instructions to bark and then bring the whole dog pack to howl at her window.
Linus wondered what would happen next between these two. One thing he didn’t have to wonder about was whether he had the mind to stop them. He didn’t. He had denied Maxine for too long and had not been as good to her as he should have, as she had been to him. He had become almost disinterested in their sex life, while his viewing of porn in private had increased. With all the information he had on her phone activity, he knew that she was having a great time in a wonderful, albeit secret, relationship with someone else in her world of furry fandom.
CHAPTER 5
It happened on a Saturday. Linus came back from work and had just got out of the shower when he heard his phone signal him that he had just received a text. He changed and checked the message. It was from Maxine and simply said: Left a note on the kitchen counter. He went to the counter to find a typed letter with Maxine’s signature at the bottom.
It was an ultimatum, written very sweetly and elegantly that it was almost a love letter, which Linus was sure, in a way, it was. Maxine had a way of writing that could persuade almost anyone into conceding to her. She told him she was his wife and aimed to be so for as long as they were both alive, but she needed some spice and enthusiasm in her life, particularly romance and sex. Clearly he wasn’t interested in taking any further steps to improve this area of their marriage, so she had ventured out to her world of furry fandom and found someone she could call her own.
She wanted to remain with Linus, but also continue her relationship with her newfound love. If Linus would allow, she would bring her lover over to meet Linus and to stay with them part time in the capacity of a “pet”, but if he didn’t, she would leave Linus with her best wishes and move into another place with her new guy. She was waiting on his text. Yes or no.
CHAPTER 6
It was a mixture of feelings Linus felt while sitting in the living room across from his wife and her “pet” Blue, who was dressed in his blue dog outfit sans the dog head. Instead he had on a full head cover with a hole cut out for his face. Long blue droopy ears on the side. He sat down cross-legged by her side while she pet him and talked about their relationship. It was civil, yet painful, hilarious, and so very strange and awkward simultaneously.
“Does he talk when he’s in pet mode?” Linus asked.
“Of course,” said Maxine. “He’s Russian so his accent is a bit weird, but only a bit and you can understand what he’s saying without having to ask him to repeat.”
“Hi, Blue. I’m Linus.”
“Hi, Linus. Thank you for having me in your home.” Yeah, he sounded Russian, but Maxine wasn’t lying. He didn’t have to repeat what he said to be understood.
There was an awkward silence before Maxine spoke. “I’ve already laid down some ground rules for Blue to follow. One of them is this is your house, so whatever you say goes. If you want Blue to do or not do something, he must comply.” She looked at Blue, who looked at her and at Linus, nodding in agreement.
Bottom line, Linus was just happy to have his wife with him and finally to see her happy. It took some warming up and some awkward encounters with Blue at first. Blue was quite helpful. He had a huge beanie bag for a pillow and didn’t want a bed, so he slept on the living room floor. He cleaned around the house and ran errands for them, something a non-human pet couldn’t do. He would disappear for work and college, but would always return, always dressed in his blue dog outfit.
Sex was never a problem for Maxine, now that Blue was here. His outfit had a soft lycra circular patch at the crotch area. This was covered by fur, but when he was called upon to serve or when he got horny and both Maxine and Linus allowed, he would remove the fur patch and his huge cock would easily penetrate through the small elastic hole in the lycra patch.
Linux got to watch his wife get fucked in all sorts of positions in every corner of the house. He was happy, she was happy, and she enjoyed being the owner of a wonderful, well hung, blue dog, who was happy to be her pet.
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