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I picked up my toothbrush then kept my eyes on the sink while I brushed—out of habit. The man stood beside me. I could feel his breath tickle my skin as he smelled me. His arousal was stronger now. My scent had changed to indicate I was more receptive, ready, to allow him to mate with me. I paused my brushing to pull a new toothbrush out for him. I handed him the tooth brush. He took it. His gaze burrowed into my face to get me to look at him. But I refused to. I refused to look anyone in the eye. I shuddered then finished brushing my teeth.

The man started to brush his teeth as I peeled my clothes off. I turned on the water for the shower. The man's energy shifted, pulling away from the dog, the cat, a little. There was something about the combined energy that he struggled with. Just another motivation to not look him in the eye. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water surround me. The man's energy twisted, but eventually, he joined me under my rain shower head. He moaned softly and raised his head. The dogs and cats were happy. The man trying to be. He was trying to enjoy the water while trying to figure out everything else he was feeling—about himself and from/about me.

He turned to me as I added lemon scented body wash to my scrub ball. I ran it over his flawless torso. His well toned chest, arms, and abs. He touched my arms as I continued to run the sudsing ball over his body. Down to his hips. To the small furry prepuce that hung over very large, and lumpy, testicles. I brushed the fur with my fingers. The tiny red tip of a penis started to come out. It wasn't Human, but until it extended further, I could not tell if it was a cat or dog penis. The man shifted on his feet. A sense of thrill passing through him followed by an internal cringe.

I left his prepuce alone as I continued to wash his body. He watched me as I stepped behind him. The movement swung his ankle length, unplaceable colored, braid to the side. I finished scrubbing him down. I hung the scrub ball on the wall. He picked it up as I grabbed his braid. I took the elastic off the end and started to undo the weaving. The man started to wash my back. He washed my front when I reached the halfway point. He knelt to finish so I could finish taking the weave out of his hair. We rinsed off. Then I scrubbed shampoo into his scalp. He rested his head against my abdomen. I gathered his hair in my hands, getting soap down the length.

There was a lot of dirt coming away in the suds. I continued to scrub. He purred. Matched his cadence to the rhythm of my scrubbing. I scrubbed his scalp some more. He lowered his head. He sniffed around my clitoris. He licked it a couple times before I stepped back. It felt good, but I still didn't know if I was mentally, emotionally, ready for what my physical body was ready for. The man stood as I scrubbed soap into my own shoulder length brown-red hair. He rinsed the dirty suds out of his hair. Then he set his hands on my hips. He kissed my shoulder. Kissed it a couple times before I turned to him.

I lifted my hand to his face. He lowered his. We kissed. I could feel more of the man now. Feel him take more of a presence while he pushed the dogs and cats aside. He needed to correct the balance. To allow all parts of him—the man, the dog, the cat—to show up equally in his energy. He broke away. His energy mildly conflicted as he turned to finish rinsing out his long hair. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my torso. I sat on the toilet lid. I brushed my hair. The man turned the shower water off then stepped out.

I pointed to the cupboard I held my towels in. He wrapped one around his waist. Then I had him sit in front of me. He frowned more, but sat in front of me. I lifted his long hair into my lap. I started near the tips and brushed his hair. He sat still. His energy was pensive. The dog and cat energy content. He started purring when I dragged my brush through the hair nearest his head. I put my brush down and started to separate strands of hair so I could start braiding his long hair. He tipped his head back. I lowered my eyes more, just to keep them from meeting his.

The man pulled away from me. He knelt in front of me. Sniffed my face. The dogs and cats were curious about why I refused to let our eyes meet. It was not an Alpha trait. He was hurt because I would not look at him. He was confused because it hurt me too to keep denying his request when the rest of me was open and accepting. Tears filled my eyes. I closed them and kept them closed until he backed away. I turned my head to the side. I opened my eyes a little. Just enough to see where he was. He still knelt beside me.

I reached out and caressed his cheek. He accepted the touch then moved away. I stood. I picked up our dirty clothes. The man had been wearing black leggings and a green-black top under his black trench coat. A Guardian's tunic. I only recognized what I held because one of my clients had shown me a poster calling for volunteers. But the man energetically bound to me was not a Guardian. At least, he wasn't meant to be. I left the bathroom. I tossed them in the wash with the towel I had around my torso. I entered my bedroom before thoughts of the necklace returned. I should put it back in its hiding place. There was a reason my mother had told me to keep it hidden.

Turning, I left the room before the man came out of the bathroom. I entered my office. I closed the door most of the way, out of habit. I picked up the box from where it had landed—partially under the edge of one of my bookshelves. I held it in my hand for several minutes. Then I carried over to the closet. I knelt, but could not bring myself to put it away as more tears burned my tired eyes. I could still recall the day my mother was murdered as vividly as the day it happened.

I was five. It had been a sunny day. We were playing dress up and having a tea party. We told jokes, laughed, until a cold, hard feeling hit my chest. I cried. I hated this gift, because no words could describe how it felt to feel the painful things that would happen, or were happening, to someone else. My mother held me, comforted me until the pain was gone. Then she grabbed the box she had hidden under the table. She informed me that a special necklace was inside the box. A necklace I was to keep safe until I was ready to wear it. I ran the box to my room. Hid it in my craft box. I heard my mother scream. There was a gunshot then silence. I ran back to her. The shooter was gone and mother was dead, blood soaking her chest where I had felt the pain only minutes before.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I lifted my hand to try opening the box once more when the man stepped into the room. He knelt behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He nibbled on my neck and shoulder before resting his chin on my head. He brought his hand up and lifted the lid off the box I held. I sobbed harder. Why could he open it when I could not? An image of the moment both of us touched the box filled my mind. The box needed to feel both of us. I closed my eyes and continued to cry. I could wear my mother's necklace now, but I could not bring myself to pick up the Celtic weave choker holding a triangle of eighteen blue gems.

The man brushed his head against mine. Then weight in my hand told me he had picked up the necklace. He set it around my neck. My hand came up as the chain and gems settled painlessly into my flesh. A wave of energy passed through me. I felt my mind expand. I felt my entire being open up as several ripples of energy passed through my physicality. The bird energy folded into mine so effortlessly, it was hard to tell where Human me ended and bird me began. A wave of calm energy followed from my Higher Self allowing me to accept the anchoring of my new energetic form. Tears of gratitude filled my eyes as the man planted several kisses on my neck and shoulder.

My mind, my heart were ready for him now. Ready to connect as my body desired. I set the box down and rolled forward onto my hands and knees. I felt the man's prepuce kiss the opening of my vagina. My energy calmed as the cat's penis wormed its way into my vagina. He thrust physically, tying the cat to the bird and human that I was. I started to crawl forward a little. A motion to indicate I was finished with the cat. But the man remained with and inside me as his energy changed. His penis elongated further into my vagina. The head of the dog penis pushed the mucus plug out of my cervical opening before ballooning inside my uterus.

There was a little discomfort, but it was forgotten as more satisfaction flooded my body. Another tie between us. A stronger connection for me to feel the imbalance in my tri-being partner. The man's motions behind me stopped, but the satisfaction of our connection still held me. Held me longer than the cat's did as the dog's penis remained stuck inside me for another twenty minutes. While we waited for the dog's penis to deflate some, he wrapped his arm around me. We lay on the floor together. He shifted his hold to keep me against his chest. My legs twitched.

Twitched again as the dog's penis deflated and slid out of my vagina. But our connections were not yet complete. I rolled over to face the man, keeping my eyes lowered. He had pulled his hair back into a ponytail. I kissed the man. He kissed me back. He touched me. Aroused me in a way the cat and dog had not. Brought a level of affection the dog and cat had not. But the bird in me was basking under all the attention. The man kissed me deeper. He pinched and feathered my skin to increase the ever growing sense of satisfaction. We continued to kiss. We shared our tongues. I moaned. He grunted. I jerked when his furry prepuce tickled my clitoris. He shifted above me. Crouched low to keep me stimulated. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His furry prepuce nestling between my outer labia as his much larger—fuller—Human penis pushed in, pushing the walls of my vagina outward.

I gasped. My upper body tensed while I tried to keep my lower body relaxed as pain accompanied the deepening stretch. The man nibbled on my neck and shoulder. I relaxed more. He penetrated deeper, pressing the top of his furry prepuce against my clitoris and increasing my pleasure. My abdomen tensed. My whole body jerked as each deep thrust built the pleasure flooding my body. The intensity started to become painful when I found release with a firm, rhythmic gripping that counter slid his thrusts. He grunted and shuddered with his own release. I sighed. The man pulled away. We kissed several times. His penis slowly retracting back into his stubby prepuce.

Tears filled my eyes as the man, the dog, the cat, lifted me off the floor and carried me into the bedroom. He lay beside me. I cried harder. Everything I had tried to keep suppressed that day finally came to the surface for release. The man pulled me against him. I held tightly to him while I sobbed. He purred and ran his fingers through my hair. He was trying to comfort me. Trying to figure out if I was crying because of our copulation or something else. I kissed his chest several times when my tears started to calm. He stopped combing my hair and snuggled me. He smelled me. Licked me. Petted me. He purred for me. A cadence slightly different from the purr the hair brushing had brought out. It was a vibration—a rhythm—that softened how much my heart hurt as I processed the rest of my grief. His purring stopped my tears. Allowed me to drift into a peaceful sleep.