The blue moon made me pleasure – 4

“That was one of me, yes. But you see Antony, there’s something else that is both a blessing as well as a curse. While we’re in human form, we can experience and enjoy all the wonderful, natural things that you humans take so much for granted. The gift of love, and pleasure for one thing. But it costs us to do so.

Even more so than when we create dimensional illusions. Whenever we have an orgasm, in particular a really intensely satisfying orgasm, it ages us. Or rather it ages the human body we’ve created. That’s why I kept appearing to you as a different, slightly older woman, so that you wouldn’t freak out upon seeing me after we’d been together.”

“You mean the way I’m freaking out now?” I said hearing the tone in my voice raise about three octaves. “You’re sitting here telling me, as a dog speaking…that the women I’ve been with, were all one and the same. You…a dog,” I added, shuddering at the thought.

“Not exactly Antony, though in a way yes. While human, I am human, not a dog. She yipped. “Sorry, it’s starting to happen sooner than I hoped for. But yes Antony, yes, we were…or I was rather,” she said, though I heard a yip come to the end of her sentence once again. “My time is growing short Antony, as soon as the moon makes a full appearance, I’ll be a dog again, unable to speak. For the moment, I still have these memories,

these thoughts. But in a couple of days, those too will be gone. And I will indeed simply be a dog again. Until the arrival of the next Blue Moon, and then for those of us, of our species, we’ll once again be able to shape-change, and live for a time at least, as humans again.”

I just sat there looking at Rose, or at least the name she went by. She was still a dog, albeit a talking dog. And I still wasn’t sure if I was imagining all this. It was a very real possibility that I was.

“So you’re telling me then, you could have stayed as just sony, but after every time we made love, and you climaxed, you’d have grown a little older.”

“Yes, if I’d remained in that body, you’d have simply seen the same woman age over the course of the Blue Moon, though aging more and more rapidly towards the end, the more often we actually made love, or that I had an orgasm.”

“Bernice!” I said. To which she laughed at.

“Yeah, maybe now you understand that a bit more. I was already weak enough as it was, especially after creating the house and the car…all that. Another orgasm with you, and I’d have been barely able to even get around. Even in dog form it was bad enough. I had barely enough strength to turn myself into a bird, fly on up ahead as far as I dared, before collapsing there in the road just ahead of you. I didn’t want you to pass me by Antony, I wanted to talk to you while I still could, try and explain everything. I grew to love you Antony. Does that scare you? Surprise you?”

“A little,” I honestly told Rose. “I mean shit…you are after all still a dog.”

“For the most part…yes Antony. I am. But I sense that you do have a love of animals, do you not?”

“Yeah, I do…but I ah…well to put it bluntly Rose, I don’t exactly run around having sex with animals either.”

“No, I hope you never do Antony. But you need to know. When I’m human, I really am human. That’s not an illusion, it’s real. But I’m only able to do that, and everything else I do, during the course of a Blue Moon.”

“Maybe that’s where they get the saying from,” I quipped, trying to still gather my wits about me regarding all this.

“Maybe,” Rose barked. The moon just then began to make an appearance in the night sky.

“So, now what?” I asked.

“Well, I guess that’s up to you Antony. I really would like to be your dog, and your human companion when I can be. But you need to know a couple of things about that too. I will never, ever appear in that form to anyone that knows you, or might know me. I will revert back into my normal form even during the course of the Blue moon,

or perhaps some other person or animal even. But under no circumstances will I ever reveal my Blue Moon self to anyone but you. Secondly, nothing I create is permanent, remember that. What seems real, and is real for the duration of it, isn’t. Think you can wrap your head around that one and accept it? In other words, I’m not a Genie Antony, I don’t grant wishes.”

“Ok, I sort of get that part. But tell me this…where are you dying back there on the road or what? I mean, you look pretty good at the moment, even if you’re a dog now.”

“Well (woof…woof) I ah, wasn’t (woof) dying, if that’s what you meant. I’ve still got a goodly number of (woof woof) dogs years ahead of me. But like any of my breed…they are dog years Antony, so eventually yes, I will die, (woof) just as in time…you will. (Woof!) What I was doing was getting some (woof) strength back, which with the onset of the moon, brings me.

“Oh good, so you’re not dying then.”

“Not (woof) just yet anyway. Now…one more thing while I still can Antony, (woof). Like I said, tomorrow, I won’t be able to speak, but I still may have a few lingering memories of all this…but only for a couple of days at best. After that, they too will (woof) fade away, until the next Blue Moon. So…as far as you’re concerned about me (woof) I will be a dog Antony, just a dog. Can you? (Woof) Will you? Accept that?” (Woof)

“I think so. Yes…I can. And I have to ask, do I actually call you Rose then?”

(Woof!) She said, and then licked my hand.