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Forest of Old by Anguis | The characters are my property. They have no relation to real life people - except that the male one is sort of me... * * * Typical young adolescent that I am, I did not listen to my fathers warning not to enter the forest to the north of Dark Valley. Regret it, I do not! Being a farmer's son, I was | [
"Fantasy",
"Feline",
"Forest",
"M/F"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1003-forest-of-old | The characters are my property. They have no relation to real life people - except that the male one is sort of me...
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Typical young adolescent that I am, I did not listen to my fathers warning not to enter the forest to the north of Dark Valley. Regret it, I do not!
Being a farmer's son, I was sent into the local town to deliver the prize horses my dad had bred for Lord Amos. The town was like all other towns. Lots of people. The king's guard stationed here and there protected the peace. I made the delivery. The Lord was most impressed. He could not stop commenting on the beautiful black mare. She was truly a magnificent beast. My dad entrusted her to my care when she was little. I took good care of her and spoiled her some. I was going to miss her. She was in all essence my pet.
By the time all the pleasantries were finished it was afternoon already. I had to walk home. It was going to be a real long walk. The route I was supposed to take curved around the mountain and then led down into the valley that was my home. Being the lead horse breeder for the King and his Lords my dad got paid really well. The horses were my fathers' pride.
Considering all the old wives tales about the forest north of the Dark Valley, I headed in its direction. True it was gigantic. It bordered many kingdoms. It would be so much shorter to merely cut through the first part of the woods and then across the Dark Valley to get home. The valley bordered our own although no one ever went in that direction.
Nearing the forest the plant life grew denser. It probably was my imagination, but the leaves seemed a darker green. I shrugged as I saw a decayed sign across the barely visible path leading into the forest. "STAY CLEAR" it read. I merely shrugged.
The walk was pleasant. The air was fresh and the light played amongst the undergrowth. The deeper I went the more beautiful the forest became. Clearly the animals there were not used to the presence of humans. They did not even run away or startle as I passed. This was surprising. My mind drifted as I walked. From somewhere came the memory of an ancient pact made by people who used to live in this forest and the Dark Valley and some kings of old. I dismissed it as a daydream. In the distance I heard the roar of a small waterfall. I was making real good time. No need to get home too early. My father would just ask how I got home so fast and would not want to worry him by telling the truth. A swim would be refreshing I thought and headed in the direction of the roar. When I got there I was pleasantly impressed. From a straight rock face plunged a clear stream of water into an ample sized pool surrounded by rounded rocks. From there the stream trickled into the opposite direction I was headed in. Gladly I removed my clothes and put it behind some rocks. Got some bread from my pack as well. Might as well have lunch. I sat there naked as a babe eating the sweet bread. After that I dived in. The water was surprisingly not cold. It was almost warm. The stream must connect to a hot spring higher up. It would not be strange. There is a small hot spring near our homestead. Taking a deep breath I dived into the dark depths. As I broke the surface after a couple of seconds, I froze...
Two green coloured eyes were looking at me. Two strange looking green eyes. I paddled toward where I could stand. Being caught swimming naked must have given me a light shock. The shock that followed was much greater. Those green eyes were still looking at me. They were not entirely human. The ears were slightly pointed as well. The creature was covered in dun coloured fur and was pointing a drawn arrow at me. The craft of the bow and arrow was exquisite. This I knew instantly since a vice I indulged in was the collecting of exotic weaponry. Looking past the arrow's point I saw that it was a female. She motioned at me to get out of the water. Having an arrow pointed at your chest is a great incentive for haste. Ignoring my nakedness I got out. I noticed a brief downward glance from her side as I backed up slowly and pulled on my leggings.
I thought to make a run for it. But my curiosity got the better of me. I was on one side of the pool and she on the other. We stood there merely looking at each other. She was dressed in a dark leather skirt-like garment. A lighter patterned piece of leather covered her ample breasts. Her hair hung to her hips. The light made patterns on her fur. What intrigued me most was the snaking of a tail from behind her. She looked at me and I at her. She must have tired of this and slowly came walking around the pools edge towards me. As she came closer I could see my own curiosity reflected in her eyes. I raised my hands into a neutral position with hope of her lowering that bow of hers. It worked. She lowered it and put it on the ground. She nudged it with her foot and it slipped of the round rock softly falling onto the grass-covered ground. Slowly she raised her hands as well and gave a step closer to me. I did the same. She pulled a dagger from a pouch on her hip. She did not hold it threateningly, but it was there as warning.
She circled me. I stood still while trying to mentally calm my beating heart. She touched my shoulder with her free hand. It was warm. She proceeded to inspect me all over. My ears seemed to interest her. It was not pointed like hers. She stroked my chest. The few black hairs must have confused her. I tensed as she stroked my slightly hairy abdomen. She must have finished her inspection because she eased into a kneeling position in front of me. With the dagger she motioned me to do the same. I felt relief as she threw the dagger onto the ground next to the bow. I was safe. But what more did she want.
Slowly, as if not to startle me, she took my hand in hers. The palm was not furred. I looked at her face as she pulled my hand towards her stomach. As she did that she nodded at me and smiled. I returned the smile. Her smile grew as I frowned when she guided my hand upwards. With her other hand she untied and took off the piece of leather covering her breasts. I audibly gasped. She giggled as she let go of my hand and leaned backwards on both arms, thrusting her breasts towards me. I was stunned into total motionlessness. She wanted me to continue touching her.
Her fur was incredibly soft. Only her small pointed nipples was without fur. I played with it between my middle and index finger. She must have liked it because she was making a sound that could only be describes as a purr. I put my other hand to her free breast and did the same. The purr grew louder. She looked down at my groin and smiled, this time showing her teeth. Her incisors were only a bit more pronounced than I thought. I looked down as well. It was clear this unusual experience was exiting me. I continued softly caressing her breasts. They were soft to the touch and just as warm as her hands. The light fur crackled after each stroke. Suddenly and with a light growl she pushed me over on my back and proceeded to untie the strings of my leggings. What else could I do but remain motionless. She tugged off my leggings and threw it in the direction of my other clothes. A bemused smile creased her forehead as she looked at my nakedness. I was totally exited by this encounter. The only girl I have been with had commented favourably on my size so I did not feel ashamed about it. What bothered me was the way this "girl" was looking at it. She climbed on top of me. The sun had baked her fur. She was warm on top of me. Her nipples touched my own. What came next caught me totally of guard. Her tale rapped itself around the top of my leg as she leaned into me even further and kissed me full on the lips. They tasted sweet. It was so gentle a gesture. Her eyes twinkled as she pulled back from the kiss. Taking a chance I embraced her and kissed her back. Her tongue was alive. She broke the kiss after a couple of heartbeats and got into position with her legs astride of me. She guided me into her and eased down onto me. She took me entirely. I gripped her just under her breasts as she started a slow but rhythmic pelvic thrust. I felt her tense for one moment. Her tail tightened around my leg as well. Then she picked up pace. Between each completed motion she gave a low growl. The growls came closer and closer together until they merged into a single low moan. We climaxed at the exact same instant. I thought that tail of hers was going to cut off the blood flow in my leg. Waves of pleasure rippled through her as well myself. Her fur was damp under my sweating hands. She fell forward exhausted nuzzling her face against mine. I lay there holding her like that while our hearts beat in unison. We were still coupled. We lay like that in the sun for only heaven knows how long until she pulled free of my embrace and put on her scant clothes again. I followed her example and dressed as well. After she dressed she came toward me and hugged me. My eyes widened as she whispered something in my ear. She hopped off the rock, picked up her weapons and ran into the forest.
I looked in my palm. As she whispered in my ear she put a small amulet in my hand. What exactly had just happened? Looking up at the sun I realised it was time to head home and with haste at that.
I only briefly acknowledged the greeting of some of our servants as I entered our house. I headed upstairs straight for my room and lay down on my bed, hands behind my head.
"Come to our valley's edge at midnight during the next full moon", was what she had said. I was sure going to be there. I wanted to meet this fantastic girl once again. I thought my father a fool when he forced me to be intensively tutored as a young child. He always says that a man must be educated as best he can. I am thankful for that now. One of the subjects I was taught, was the language of the ancients. It was a long dead language only studied in monasteries and some tutors of higher education. The language was apparently not as dead as they thought.
That was the language she spoke...
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Chapter Seventeen -- Message In A Bottle by fayzbub | #17 of The Miyatsu File - Chapter Seventeen -- Message In A Bottle Aiko submitted pragmatically to Nurse Rin's efficiency. It wasn't as if she had much choice in the matter, after all. Each evening the sedative tube and catheter would be removed for one hour while Aiko was sat on the toilet and a | [
"Mild Violence",
"Rape",
"Sci-Fi",
"Story Progression",
"Story Series",
"Telepathy"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51501-chapter-seventeen-message-in-a-bottle | Chapter Seventeen -- Message In A Bottle
Aiko submitted pragmatically to Nurse Rin's efficiency. It wasn't as if she had much choice in the matter, after all.
Each evening the sedative tube and catheter would be removed for one hour while Aiko was sat on the toilet and a suppository inserted. Once that unpleasant task was over, it was shower time. Aiko sat like a lump of meat in the specially-designed open-weave wheelchair, rotated under the water as Rin applied soap, rinsed her off, wheeled her out and toweled her dry.
It was the only time the sedative tube was removed. At first Nurse Rin had attempted to do all this with the tube still in Aiko's arm, but they found that the movement caused Aiko to vomit, pass out, or both. So it and the catheter were dutifully removed, and Aiko found that at the end of the shower she could once more move her hands and feet, if only weakly, enough to help Rin get her dressed again. Then it was a bowl of spoon-fed mush, after which Rin would lift her back onto the bed and the various tubes would be reinserted for another twenty-three hours of sedative-induced meditation.
All of this was done without either ceremony or conversation. Aiko had long ago given up trying to ingratiate herself with the pair of nurses. Rin was polite and to the point and never deviated from the standard line that Aiko was sick and needed to be treated as just another addict going through drug withdrawal. Nurse Tetsu didn't even have that much caring bedside manner, and tended to ignore the fact that Aiko was a living, thinking human being at all.
But although Aiko's body was immobile, her mind was not. Her consciousness had traveled to the surface a dozen times since finding out where she was yesterday. And it was a lot quicker now: enough logic had finally seeped through the sedative-induced stupor for her to realize that she wasn't constrained by the physical in her out-of-body state. She felt rather ashamed that it hadn't occurred to her before, but then, old habits died hard as the saying went. All she needed to do was allow herself to float straight up, through the ceiling, through the many layers of concrete and deep, dark metres of water to break free at the top into the sunshine or starlight above her physical prison.
On her last visit, just before the time came for her evening ablutions, she'd floated above the waves and turned her face south towards the horizon. A mere three hours away lay Shima. Only three hours. And as out of reach to her as if it had been on the moon. Aiko was still fighting to extend her time out-of-body so that she could reach it, but the most she'd been able to manage so far before being snapped back had been twelve and a half minutes.
Oh, Sakaki had been clever, she thought furiously. Aiko knew that Miyatsu would have searched for her psychic signature; even believing she was dead, he would have looked for the fading sign while he still had the strength left to levitate. But Sakaki knew Miyatsu almost as well as she did, as he'd been the one who'd concentrated on developing the GMA's various talents to help him win on the circuit. Sakaki knew that buildings blurred, but didn't eradicate, a living psychic signal. Hiding Aiko beneath the seafloor had been a move of genius no signal could leak through that many metres of water. Even if it occurred to Miyatsu to look beneath the waves, the signal wouldn't travel much past the mud and rock of the seabed. It would appear to Miyatsu that his mate's body had been destroyed utterly, her signature wiped from the face of the earth.
What was Miyatsu doing at this moment? It was a woeful thought; Aiko knew Sakaki was right, Miyatsu must be deep in the depression of Pershan Syndrome by now. He'd have stopped eating and sleeping, his physical reserves depleted, unable to fight off the demons until his exhausted body collapsed...
Aiko buried her incorporeal head into her hands and sobbed inconsolable, invisible tears for her love.
\*
Miyatsu slept fitfully for most of that day. Tossing and turning, crying out with nightmares certainly, but still, it was sleep, and his exhausted body needed it.
An hour or two before sunset, he woke up, took a shower, forced some more food down, then sat on the verandah outside his house as the sun set, with little Benjiro on his lap and his children grouped about him. None of them said very much; the children's usual chatter had been greatly subdued that week as they tried to come to terms with their mother's death. They appeared content just to be with their father, their love and need for him obvious even without words.
Mieko went upstairs and fetched her brush and comb. Handing the comb to her sister, she sat for some time grooming her father, working the snarls from his coat and brushing out the fur shed due to stress. Hanako worked on his tail, gently smoothing the comb through his fur. Montaro and Hideaki sat on either side of Miyatsu, unconsciously mirroring his position, both the boys looking so like their father that Yutaka and Kagami, sitting on the swing chair, could only tell them apart by their body size.
Finally Montaro turned to his father. "I'm glad you're back, Dad," he said quietly. "I was so scared that -- after Mum died --"
Miyatsu put a paw on his eldest son's shoulder. "I won't ever leave you again," he said solemnly. "That's a promise."
\*
Nurse Rin had unplugged Aiko from the various tubes and appliances in preparation for her evening ritual. She was on the point of lifting her patient from the bed prior to undressing her when Sakaki arrived.
This time however, Aiko had no interest in feigning sleep. She wanted to talk to Sakaki. She'd thought long and hard after returning from her last visit to the surface and had finally decided, with a heavy heart, that if it was the only way to save Miyatsu's life, she would make a deal with the devil. In this case, the devil's name was Raikatuji Sakaki.
Sakaki looked sick. Aiko hadn't really taken a good look at him for several days; she was usually asleep, pretending to be, or incorporeal. But now, as she saw him coming in through the door, it struck her that her one-time friend indeed looked ill. His eyes had developed even darker shadows under them than she remembered, and as he closed the door behind him, she noticed a visible tremor in his hands. His face had an unhealthy grayish tinge to it, and his eyes appeared feverish.
Nurse Rin looked at her employer with concern. "Sir, are you feeling all right? You look unwell."
Sakaki shook his head. "I'm going through Anodyne withdrawal. It's -- unpleasant. But necessary. If Aiko can wean herself off Miyatsu, the least I can do is give up the drugs." He glanced at Aiko. "You're awake at last, Aiko. Good. I wanted a quiet word with you." He turned back to the nurse. "Nurse Rin, it must be nearly time for your dinner-break?"
"Not for another hour yet, sir. And I always eat it at my desk anyway."
"Nevertheless, I'd like a private word with Aiko. Kindly go on up to the staff cafeteria for an early dinner."
"Oh. Yes, sir. I'll just intubate her again... "
"No, leave it. Aiko has an annoying habit of dropping off to sleep when I'm here; no doubt the sedative working on her. I want her to stay conscious while we have our talk."
When Nurse Rin looked set to object again, Sakaki's lips thinned impatiently. "Look at her, Nurse! She's as weak as a kitten. After you go, lock the door behind you. Then, even is she does somehow manage to overpower me," and he smiled humorlessly at the thought, "she still won't be able to leave the room."
Sakaki seated himself in his usual place next to Aiko's bed and waited while the nurse left. As the door closed behind her, he fixed his eyes on Aiko's face, his elbows on his knees.
"I know you must hate me by now, Aiko," he said quietly. His face had a sheen of perspiration on it, and this close she could see that his eyes were bloodshot. "But I just wanted to let you know that I'm going through a similar pain to you. You're not alone."
He gave a small smile and leaned forward to clasp her hand, drawing a shuddering breath. "I haven't had any Anodyne now for six days. The pain is -- really beginning to bite. But we can get through this together, my darling. Just a little while longer."
Aiko met his eyes squarely. Now was the time, and it broke her heart, but she'd do it to save Miyatsu's life.
"Sakaki," she said quietly. "I've been thinking about our -- situation. And I wanted to let you know that I've come to a decision. I'll -- I'll stay with you, I'll live with you. Or I'll marry you, if that's what you want."
Sakaki's eyes opened wide. "You will?" he breathed. "Yes, I want you as my wife, of course I do! Oh, Aiko, I *knew* it, I knew that once Miyatsu was out of your life, you'd be reasonable -- "
"On one condition," Aiko interrupted.
Sakaki sat forward. His eyes were shining, and he clasped her hand in both of his. "Anything, my darling. Just name it and it's yours!"
"Sakaki, I want you to let Miyatsu know that I'm alive."
Sakaki stared at her in disbelief. "What?"
"Please, Sakaki! I promise I won't try to seek him out, or my f-family. I'll marry you and try to be a good wife to you." A tear slipped down Aiko's cheek. "But don't let Miyatsu die because he thinks I'm dead! Oh, Sakaki, if you love me, really love me, do this for me!"
Sakaki's face was incredulous. Slowly it changed to anger. He stood up and towered over her. "I should have guessed it wouldn't be that easy!" he said angrily. "I really thought, just for a moment, that you were over Miyatsu, that you loved me! But no, that monster is still first, *always first*, in your affections!"
"Sakaki, he doesn't ever need to know that I'm with you. Just let me talk to him, just once, on the telephone. I'll explain that for his safety and the children's safety, we must live apart." She was sobbing now, unable to contain it any longer. "I'll make him promise not to -- not to come looking for me, if I have to I'll lie and say I've found somebody else --"
"Do you take me for a *fool*, Fujimoto Aiko? The minute Miyatsu knows you're alive, he'll be searching for you. And he won't rest until he finds you! Why do you think I went to all this trouble?"
"But, Sakaki! Miy -- Miyatsu will *die!*" Her voice ended in a sob.
"That, my dear Aiko, is the whole point of the exercise. And it appears I was right -- you're not going to be over him until he's well and truly dead."
"Sakaki, how can you be so cruel?" Aiko pleaded through her sobs. "How can you do this to your brother?"
*"ENOUGH!"* In one swift, vicious movement, Sakaki turned and put his fist through the wall. Breathing heavily, he cradled his hand for a moment, staring at the hole he'd made in the plasterboard while he tried to regain some sort of tenuous control.
Finally he turned around and faced her again. "I've warned you before, Aiko. Don't ever speak to me about that accidental relationship. I donated some stem cells. That's all! You'll never be free of him while he's alive, and I could never trust that you wouldn't try to go back to him. And I'd have to keep looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life, knowing what he'd do to me if he found we were together! No, the only way to get him out of your system is with his death."
"He won't come looking for me," Aiko begged desperately. "I'll tell him that if he does I'll be killed! I'll beg him to live for the children's sake, and then I'll go away with you forever! I'll change my name and my appearance, whatever you want. Sakaki, *please!*"
"Huh! Do you still think you're his master, and that he'll do whatever you want? I saw through that particular ruse of his years ago! *He's* the master, not you. He only has to click his deformed fingers and you'll jump to do his bidding."
"You'll never understand what's between us, Sakaki," Aiko said sorrowfully. "I love Miyatsu more than life itself... "
"Yes, I saw the way you *loved* him!" Sakaki sneered. "Going at it like a pair of alley cats on heat in my conservatory when we came back from the circuit. I saw how he controlled you then, Aiko, don't you deny it!"
Sakaki was face to face with her now, his hands on the bed on either side of her, his eyes wild. "I saw him standing against that tree with you clinging to him. I heard you crying out his name and him yowling like a scalded cat while he *fucked* you! He controlled you and you loved every minute of it!"
Aiko stared at him, appalled not only that he'd seen their intimacy, but that he could debase it and make it sound so filthy.
"You -- you knew about that?" she whispered.
"Did you think you could hide it from me? I burned for you that night; I realized then you were the only woman I'd ever love. And I did everything I could to win you over, but still you left me. For twelve years, Aiko, I never heard a word from you! Why do you think I turned to Anodyne? It was the only way to dull the pain of my broken heart!"
Aiko felt the slow burn of anger beginning. How dare he spy on their love, then throw it into her face as if it was something disgusting? And how dare he blame her and Miyatsu for his bad decisions in life?
"It's always about you, isn't it, Sakaki?" she said coldly. "You can't stand to see anybody else happy, even though you've had all the advantages, all the money and prestige and glamour, all of the education and privilege. You hate the fact that Miyatsu found love, true love. It wouldn't matter if it was me or some other woman. Whoever Miyatsu fell in love with, you'd want her for yourself. Just so he couldn't have her."
She was panting for breath now, her heart racing, the fury she felt making her voice rise until she was shouting at him. "This was never about me, it's about your twisted attitude towards Miyatsu. Towards your *BROTHER!"* She screamed it into his face with everything she had in her, wanting to hurt him as much as he was hurting her.
His hand hit her with punishing force, rocking her back against the pillows and splitting her bottom lip. Aiko cried out in pain; she fought to hold onto her slipping consciousness. If she'd still had the sedative being fed into her arm, she wouldn't have managed it. As it was, the world tilted ominously and she forced it down before her consciousness could slip from her body again.
Sakaki gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging in with cruel force. He shook her hard, his eyes burning into hers. "Shut up, shut up!" he hissed between clenched teeth. "Or I swear, I'll kill you!"
But Aiko was no longer cowed. "Do it, then!" she shouted at him. "Do you think I care what happens to me if Miyatsu dies?"
"I'm doing you a favour, you blind little fool, you should be grateful! I rescued you from a monster, a filthy, manufactured miscreation!"
Aiko stared at his face, so close to hers, so twisted with rage, and her own anger seethed in her chest. Her voice when she spoke was low and steady, but had the force of a blow behind it. "Miyatsu's more a man than you'll *ever* be, Sakaki!"
He paled, and Aiko could see she'd struck a nerve. For a moment she was sure he'd hit her again, and she didn't care.
And then suddenly he was kissing her, kissing with a bruising, hurting force, and pushing her nightdress up to her waist as she struggled against him while he tore at the fastenings of his clothes, freeing his penis. He was on the bed, holding her sedative-weakened body down with his own, parting her legs with ungentle hands.
Aiko struggled, but she had no more strength than a new-born baby, barely able to lift her arms. As Sakaki pulled back from the horrible kiss, his mouth smeared with blood from her split lip, she whimpered, "No, Sakaki! Please don't!"
"I'll show you how much of a man I am, Fujimoto Aiko!" he hissed through clenched teeth. And thrust into her.
The force of it rocked her body, and unready and unwilling, she cried out in pain at the invasion. Frantically, she wrenched her head to one side. The sound of ripping velcro had never been more welcome...
\*
Benjiro had been sleeping with his grandmother since the abduction, as he still suffered nightmares about "bad men" if put to bed by himself. After the sun had set in a blaze of color, Yutaka and Kagami left to go back to their adjoining villa, and Miyatsu walked with them, carrying the sleeping toddler in his arms.
At the front door, he rubbed his cheek against the little round head affectionately, then handed the child to Kagami with a grateful smile.
"Thank you for taking care of him this week," Miyatsu said quietly.
"He can stay until he feels secure enough to start sleeping in his own bed again," Kagami answered. "He's no trouble. Good night, Miyatsu."
"Good night, Kagami."
She disappeared into the house with Benjiro.
Yutaka lingered at the door. He put one hand on Miyatsu's shoulder. "And speaking of sleep, what will you do now?" he asked in concern.
Miyatsu drew a deep breath. "I meant it when I said I've decided to live, Yutaka. I'll probably sleep on the sofa again tonight, though. Benji's not the only one to have nightmares in his own bed." He said it grimly. Now he looked down at the old man. "Yutaka -- thank you for talking to me this morning. If -- if you hadn't said what you did... " He trailed off, blinking against the tears that threatened again. Finally he said hoarsely, "The pain of losing Aiko will be with me always. But you made me realize how much my children need me. I have to live for them now." He gazed up into the night sky, and a single tear escaped, to wind its way down the fur of his cheek. "But, oh,Yutaka! I miss her so much!"
Yutaka bowed his head in pain. "We all do," he answered in a subdued voice. "I'm just taking it one minute at a time and trying to keep as busy as I can. I can't let myself dwell on it or I'd lose my mind to grief."
"Aiko was the first human I ever met who treated me like a person," Miyatsu said shakily. "As someone worthy of her respect, rather than just some sort of -- of engineered fighting machine. I learnt so much from her about life, about values. I can't believe that she's gone. I keep expecting to look up and see her."
Yutaka nodded solemnly. "If ever you feel the need to talk, it doesn't matter if it's the middle of the night, please, come to us. If anybody understands your loss, it's Kagami and I. We share your pain. Let us share our love and support, too."
Miyatsu nodded gratefully, not chancing his voice anymore. He turned to go.
"Goodnight," Yutaka called after him quietly. "Try to sleep, my son."
\*
Miyatsu accompanied his children upstairs to their bedrooms, saying goodnight and giving a quick head rub to each of them in turn before turning off their lights.
He turned to go back downstairs, but hesitated as he passed his own door. He needed to face his demons, to prove to himself that he could walk into the room. Keeping it as some sort of untouched shrine to be avoided was not the way forward.
Although it hurt, he forced himself to go through into the dim bedroom, the room he had shared with Aiko for so long, closing the door behind him. He felt a horrible sort of dislocation. This wasn't right, it shouldn't feel so empty: it had always been their sanctuary, a place of physical bliss, emotional ease, and unconditional love. He'd never once imagined that it would one day be his alone. If he'd thought about it at all, he'd always vaguely assumed he'd die before Aiko did.
He sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. His feline sense of smell came to the fore: everywhere was the lingering scent of his mate, the pillow where her head had rested, the sheets which had covered her, so immediate that he could almost imagine she was in the room with him. The scents overlapped as he turned his head, still with his eyes shut. There on the bedside table was her hairbrush, under the bed her slippers. Hanging from a hook on the back of the door was her robe, the quilted sky-blue silk one she wore when the nights were cool. He remembered the day she'd bought it on the mainland. She'd smiled then and said the colour reminded her of his eyes...
It was too much. Tears squeezed out from between his closed lids as Miyatsu buried his head in his paws and rolled onto Aiko's side of the bed. He sobbed brokenly, muffling the sound in her pillow.
\*
It was identical to the time Aiko had seen Miyatsu collapse in the stadium on the circuit -- with no appreciable sense of time elapsed, she was now hovering in the air beside her house on Shima. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she was aware of what Sakaki was doing to her, but it was as if it were happening to somebody else, something that she would think about later.
She thought she understood the trick now: twelve years ago, when she'd seen her mate collapse in China, and a few months later when Sakaki tried to stop her leaving, she'd been faced with real and immediate danger. And her first instinct both times had been to get to the side of her soul-mate. It seemed fear was not enough, the danger must be extreme to force her psychic power to transcend normal barriers of time and space.
For now, she had to find Miyatsu and somehow let him know where she was. As she floated through her front door, she recalled her first long-distance psychic translocation to Shanghai, when she'd knelt by his side and called frantically, *Miyatsu! Wake up, my Miyu!*
His eyes had flickered open, and she'd been sure he'd heard her even though he didn't seem able to see her, because he'd murmured faintly, "Aiko? Where are you?"
She could only hope their psychic connection was strong enough that he'd hear her now.
Then there was time to be considered. Twelve years ago she'd only managed perhaps a minute before being snapped back to her body. But she was far more confident now and beginning to really understand her psychic potential. She had at least ten minutes, maybe slightly longer.
But she couldn't afford to waste the time she did have. Disregarding the stairs, she floated straight up to the first floor, emerging in the hall just outside their bedroom. Praying that he'd be there, she drifted through the door.
Aiko's heart contracted when she saw Miyatsu. He was lying face-down on their bed, crying heart-brokenly. Oh, he looked so thin! She hovered by the side of the bed, and called out, *Miyatsu! My Miyu! Look up!*
The effect was immediate: Miyatsu stopped crying mid-sob as his head snapped up from the pillow. There was no doubt that he'd heard her, psychic mind to psychic mind. He gazed wildly about the room, swinging his legs off the bed to sit on the edge as he did so. Aiko could see his nostrils dilate as he tried to sniff her whereabouts.
*I'm here, my Miyu!* she said as loudly as her incorporeal voice would project. *Right beside you, my love!*
Suddenly Miyatsu's tense face relaxed. "Have you come to take me to the spirit world with you, Aiko? Oh, I want to go with you *so* much!" Then the familiar worry line appeared between his eyes. "But I can't go yet, little tenshi. I promised Yutaka; I told him I'd live for the children's sake... "
*Miyu, I'm not dead,* Aiko said frantically. *Sakaki abducted me! I'm back at Kagoshima!*
Miyatsu sighed and his voice became resigned. "Ah, this is a dream, isn't it? I've fallen asleep and I'm dreaming you're alive again."
*No!* Aiko felt desperation. She had to make him believe she was no dream or hallucination or spirit before she was forced back. If she couldn't convince him now, she may never get another chance. Sakaki would end up killing her with his twisted version of 'love'. *I'm real, my Miyu! Please, please listen to me! Sakaki's addicted to the drug Anodyne and has convinced himself that I'll love him if you die of Pershan Syndrome. Please come and find me, Miyatsu! Sakaki is -- he's hurting me.*
"I saw you die, my little mate. Whenever I've dozed off, I've seen you in my dreams, still alive. But -- but *Sakaki* was never in my dreams before... " For the first time he sounded uncertain, and Aiko pressed the advantage.
*Sakaki staged my death. He used a very realistic-looking computer simulation! He wanted you to contract Pershan Syndrome again! Think about it, Miyatsu. He's the only one apart from the family here on Shima who knows you well enough to manage it.*
She had unconsciously touched his shoulder, trying to make him believe her, and he started at the contact. He could feel her touch! Aiko was struck with a sudden inspiration. *Put your hand up, my love! I'm here, really I am!*
Hesitantly, as if he couldn't believe he was doing it, Miyatsu lifted his paw. Aiko reached out her incorporeal hand and grasped it. Miyatsu gasped.
"I can feel your hand!" he whispered. "It tingles, like cool, fresh water on a hot day!" He looked frantically in her direction. "But I still can't see you, my heart."
He deliberately shut his eyes, and Aiko felt a slight thrumming in the air as he let his psychic-spotting ability take over from his eyesight. Oh, it was *warm!* She'd never imagined before that this could be felt, but in her purely psychic state, it felt like a warm bath enveloping her.
Miyatsu gave a desperate moan, still with his eyes closed. "You're here! I can see your soul! Oh, my Aiko! What miracle is this?"
*No miracle, my Miyu, but a horrible conspiracy by a man you've never hurt in your life. I'm so sorry, my love, but he hates you and thinks himself in love with me. But his love will kill me if you don't come to get me soon!*
Miyatsu kept his eyes shut, still "focusing" on her psychic signature. "Sakaki? *He* did this to us?"
Miyatsu, I haven't got much longer in this form, my psychic ability is limited. And Aiko desperately pushed the incipient feelings of return away.
Miyatsu shook his head, as if coming to a decision. "Whether you're spirit or dream or reality, my mate, I will come to you as you ask. Where must I go?"
Relief flowed over Aiko. *Do you remember at the Expo where we saw the display of Sakaki's new electricity generating facility? The main entrance is on the beach outside the Raikatuji Centre, at the same place my house used to be. The facility extends underground and out beneath the water. Sakaki has me hidden there, in one of the deepest rooms.*
Miyatsu's mouth dropped open. "Oh! *That's* why I couldn't find you! I didn't think to look under the water!"
*Sakaki is clever,* Aiko agreed. *You must out-think him. When you get to the entrance, go in invisibly; there'll be security and possibly some others about as well. You're not too weakened to levitate, are you? She said it in sudden concern, remembering how Pershan Syndrome had temporarily robbed him of his strongest power on the circuit. I can't walk, I'm being given a powerful sedative to stop me escaping. So I'll need your help to get out.*
"I'll manage. Where do I go from the entrance?"
Quickly, Aiko gave him directions to the labyrinth under the facility. Miyatsu unsheathed one of his claws and scratched the instructions directly into the plasterboard wall of the bedroom as she recited them. Paint and plaster peeled off in a thin line under the assault, leaving the directions etched deeply into the wall.
Aiko's need to return to her body was becoming urgent. She felt as if she were hanging above a huge drop, clinging to the cliff-edge by her fingertips.
*Be careful, my Miyu!* she warned. *Sakaki's addiction has made him unstable. And he's even less rational due to withdrawal. He's dangerous.*
Miyatsu frowned, his ears back. "I warned him once before, if he ever hurt you, I'd kill him, brother or not."
*No, my love. He's not thinking rationally, it's the drugs. He needs help, but won't go into rehabilitation. He's become obsessed with the love you and I share.* Aiko felt the pull to return as a definite ache now. *Miyu, I've reached the limit of my time here. Please tell me you'll come for me!*
"No! Aiko, don't go yet!" Miyatsu was on his feet, shouting desperately, his arms reaching for her invisible body as if he could hold her to him. "Don't leave me!"
*I'm sorry! Come for me!* she shrieked as her grip slipped, and she felt herself again enveloped by her aching body back in Kagoshima, at the same time as Sakaki plunged forward on top of her with a harsh cry and shuddered his way through orgasm...
\*
Sakaki had been rough. Aiko felt the sting of unlubricated penetration and fought not to wince. He was collapsed on top of her, limp now, catching his breath, and although she wanted to cringe away from his touch, she made herself lie still so he wouldn't know she'd regained consciousness.
Finally, she felt him raise up on his arms, withdrawing from her body.
"Aiko? *Oh no*, what have I done?" Sakaki's voice sounded lost. "Aiko! Aiko, please wake up."
She felt his hand caress her cheek. It was no use: the flutter of her eyelids would give her away. She opened her eyes and gazed steadily back into Sakaki's, her expression stony.
"Oh, Aiko!" Sakaki's face was distraught. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just lost control! I never wanted to hurt you, I love you... "
Aiko turned her head away, slowly enough to keep body and consciousness together, not wanting to look him in the face anymore. She felt angry, used, abused and sore. Sakaki was always sorry after the fact, and like a child, thought that empty words of apology could make all things right again.
This was the man she used to think of as a friend, who had abused her trust and who had hatched a plot designed to cause Miyatsu a lingering and unpleasant death. Sakaki hadn't cared that it would leave her children traumatized orphans and her parents bereaved, hadn't realized that Aiko would rather be dead than live without her soul-mate.
But at the same time, she didn't want to have a conversation that might antagonize him again: she very much wanted to survive now. For Miyatsu was on his way. That fact warmed her.
"Aiko, what can I do to atone and get you to forgive me?"
Aiko turned her head back to him. "You can let me go," she stated flatly.
Something flickered in Sakaki's eyes, and for a second, just for the briefest instant, Aiko thought she might have gotten through to him. But then the keypad activated on the locked door, heralding Nurse Rin's return, and the spark of compassion that Aiko had seen in Sakaki's face flickered out.
He stood up, hastily tucking himself away before pulling Aiko's nightdress roughly back down to cover her.
"You're not going *anywhere*, Fujimoto Aiko," he said coolly, with the sudden mood swing of the addict. "And the next time we make love, I'll expect you to participate a lot more than you did tonight."
He stalked to the door as it opened, brushing past Nurse Rin without a word.
Rin stared after him for a moment in surprise, then turned her attention back to her patient. Her eyes widened as she got to the side of the bed; Aiko realized her face must look a sight, smeared with blood from her split lip, and most likely she would have a nasty bruise left from Sakaki's fist as well.
"What happened here?" Nurse Rin asked, touching Aiko's cheek. Pain flared where her fingers touched the spot Sakaki had hit her.
*Oh yes, definitely bruised,* Aiko thought ruefully.
Aiko decided to have one last attempt at engaging the nurse's sympathy. "After you left," she wavered, "Sakaki -- Sakaki raped me... "
"What?" Rin's face showed shock for an instant before her expression closed down. "What a wicked lie to tell about Raikatuji-sama!" she said. "Tell me how you got that split lip! Truthfully, now!"
"Sakaki hit me," Aiko insisted. "And then he raped me. It's the truth."
Rin shook her head. "You addicts are always such liars," she said coldly. Her eyes fell on the sedative bottle with its tube dangling from it. "You must have gotten some movement back and slipped against the bedframe," she said, as if trying to convince herself. Picking up the tube, she reinserted it efficiently into Aiko's arm.
Aiko could see that the nurse wouldn't be swayed. Suddenly she very much wanted a shower, to get the smell and the feel of Sakaki off her body. "Please, Nurse Rin. I haven't had my shower yet," she pleaded.
Rin gazed down at her coldly. "I don't think so, not when you tell such wicked stories. You can have a shower in the morning."
She moved the nightdress up to catheterize Aiko again and gasped.
"What is it?" Aiko asked anxiously. With sedative again flooding her system, she could no longer feel her soreness, but also couldn't lift her head enough to see down.
"You -- you have some bruising," Rin answered slowly. As Aiko took a breath to press the point that she had been raped, Rin held up her hand. "I don't want to hear another word against Raikatuji-sama! I don't know what happened while I was out, and I don't want to know! My job is to keep you here under sedation until you're over your addiction. It's not up to me what you and he do!"
"Nurse Rin, please!"
"No!" The nurse refused to meet Aiko's eyes. "Since you've got a little abrasion to the tissues there, I won't catheterize you tonight. You can wear an adult diaper instead. But if you say one more word, I will increase the sedative until you're asleep."
Aiko's lips pinched together. She didn't want to sleep, not with Miyatsu on his way. She watched Rin with resentful eyes as the nurse busied herself at one of the cabinets, finding diapers.
\*
Miyatsu opened the bedroom door to find his four eldest children clustered together just outside, wide-eyed and nervous, brought from their beds by their father's cries.
"What's wrong, Dad?" Montaro asked.
This was a complication Miyatsu hadn't foreseen. "I -- I'm not sure," he said. "I had a -- a vision? It was Aiko. She told me that she's alive and -- I know this sounds crazy, but I have to go and check for myself."
The children exchanged glances. Miyatsu could see they feared for his sanity. He knew he must look crazy, with his ears laid flat against his skull and his fur puffed out in response to the adrenalin currently flooding his system. He stilled the nervous swishing of his tail and the extending and retracting of his claws, trying to calm down.
Mieko put a gentle hand on her father's arm, her brown eyes full of concern. "Dad, you must have dozed off and had a nightmare. Mum's -- she's *dead*, Dad."
Miyatsu shook his head. "I can't explain what happened, but I saw her. I saw her psychic signature."
Montaro gasped. "You've found her sig? After a week?" Hope warred with disbelief in his eldest son's face.
"She managed to project somehow." Miyatsu's eyes unfocused for a moment as his words brought up a memory from years ago. "She's done that projection trick before!" He frowned, trying to remember. "Once definitely. Maybe twice. She projected from Sakaki's office into the stadium where I was training. And -- yes, I'm sure of it, when I collapsed in Shanghai! I thought then that I was delirious, but she was there!" He gazed at his children wildly. "She's alive! I have to go to her!"
"Dad, wait!" Montaro stepped in front of him. The youngster was rapidly approaching him in height. "How are you going to find her?"
"She told me where she's being held on the mainland!" Miyatsu hesitated, then continued more slowly, "My powers are still weak; I've overstretched them and they haven't fully recovered yet. I'll need the boat to get to the mainland and bring Aiko back."
"No."
Miyatsu stared at his son, the resolute blue eyes almost level with his. "What do you mean, no?"
"I mean you're not going anywhere unless we come with you. You told us this evening that you wouldn't leave us again. You *promised.*"
"Montaro's right, Dad," Mieko backed up her mate. "If there's any possibility that Mum's still alive, we're coming with you."
Hanako and Hideaki also stepped forward. "If Montaro and Mieko are going, so are we."
"No." Miyatsu shook his head. "You're too young, you're still only children... "
"If Mum's not alive," Mieko said, "if you were just having a -- a realistic dream, we want to make sure you come back home again."
"Please don't leave us again, Daddy!" Hanako pleaded, her brown eyes full of tears.
Miyatsu relented. "Montaro and Mieko can come along, but you have to stay on the boat when we get to the mainland," he said. "But you two," and he looked at Hanako and Hideaki, "I'm sorry, you're too young. You stay by the radio downstairs, and when we have Aiko, we'll let you know from the boat so you can wake your grandparents. They'll be able to notify the police."
Hideaki opened his mouth, looking about to argue again, but Hanako caught her brother's eye and shook her head slightly as Miyatsu turned to the other two.
"Get a pen and some paper," he instructed. "I've scratched the directions on the wall of the bedroom. I had nothing else to write with," he explained in answer to their puzzled expressions. "Copy the directions carefully: your mother is hidden in a chamber deep underground, and I don't want to have to spend hours trying to find my way."
"Whereabouts on the mainland is she, Dad?" asked Montaro as Mieko dashed away to fetch paper and a pen.
"The Raikatuji Clean Energy Facility at Kagoshima." Miyatsu's expression hardened. *And when I get there,* he thought grimly, *I have some unfinished business with my brother.* |
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 33: Glacial - Broken Wings by Killer Tiger | #33 of The legend of a warrior Parts of larger games. Foc... - **Parts of larger games. Focus of the largest and most complex war ever.** **Chapter 33: Glacial - Broken wings** Alexis advanced rapidly, Blue Vixen at the ready in her hand and senses in alarm as she whizzed past burning tents and | [
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**Chapter 33: Glacial - Broken wings**
Alexis advanced rapidly, Blue Vixen at the ready in her hand and senses in alarm as she whizzed past burning tents and the corpses of the soldiers she had personally slain and the wrecks of the vehicles she had destroyed.
It was a sight impressive, but also disturbing. Kolna had let his whole army being whipped off without even stepping into the fight... And now Alexis was thinking to the only possible reason for such an action: he had prepared an ambush for her a perfect ambush in the middle of the camp, where his tent was... And he wanted her as tired as possible from the fighting already faced, so to have an easier work.
*Asshole...* She thought with bitter, vicious amusement, grinning as she charged past the last block of tents and into the large square-crossroad where the enormous, palace-like tent of the commander was.
Her eyes widened in alarm the very same moment her boot touched the apparently desert square, her gaze immediately whizzing out to the right side as she leapt up into the air in the same fluid, graceful movement, her icy eyes glaring at a tangle of threatening tentacles of red steel that flashed out of apparently nowhere and whizzed at her in a vicious attack.
The blond femme fatale leapt over the first, glaring down to see the 60 feet long appendage gleam with malicious reflections of light over its razor-sharp, triangular-shaped sections, but any further analysis was forcibly delayed as she had to arch her back to avoid a second tentacle, which stretched even longer as it whizzed past her, missing, and Alexis stared as it turned on itself in midair and moved back to attack her, just as she kicked her boots over another of the weird but deadly weapons and cut another in two with a quick lash of Blue Vixen.
She brought her legs up as another tentacle furiously stabbed forwards, and she kicked her boots into this with a snarl as she slashed her huge sword in a rising, diagonal arc that sliced in half a few of the other red, impossible and endless robotic growths, growling as she fought to keep the balance over the tentacle, that was now swaying back and forth violently, trying to unsaddle her.
Alexis winced as a tentacle coming from behind moved too fast and she didn't dodged it rapidly enough, feeling the cold edge of steel cutting a fine gash in her hip as the deadly appendage tore a hole across her black leather jacket as it danced in the air behind her. She swore under her breath and immediately spun on the spot, dancing between many other merciless stabs and slashes as she pulled her arms out of the tearing jacket, freeing herself and staying now shirtless, wearing only her bra of black leather as the tentacle torn her jacket to shreds and arched into the air to come back down chasing her, and the femme fatale ducked it with a dancer's move as she snarled at the awareness that the robotic appendages seemed to have the ability to lengthen at they pleased... *And there's definitely no machinery that can do that...*
She cursed under her breath, ducking another stab and simultaneously arching her back forwards to let another tentacle shot harmlessly past her, frighteningly close, and yet far enough that it didn't even brush her back, and without a pause she twisted, grasping the wild tentacle she was balancing over with a hand and lifting herself up high into the air, to avoid three more attacks, which sunk with tremendous violence into the ground, tearing large, deep trenches into the earth. In the same moment, anyhow, she had already cut her blade through the three tentacles, the severed halves of which fell to the ground and twitched horribly, like agonizing, living beings, even as electricity crackled down their lengths, while Alexis had to quickly scissor her long, endless legs open to let avoid another vicious stab, and then she quickly closed them to avoid two more.
She snarled and forced her strength down her arm, throwing herself high up into the air with one hand only and spinning once between the chasing tentacles, avoiding every one of them as she moved elegantly and rapidly in a mortal dance, using her powers to see the twists of the energies around her, sensing the movements of the terrible machinery before they even started and twisting her feminine, enchanting body in what looked like a sensual dance, but was instead a fight for life to avoid the tentacles that now whizzed angrily around her, coming from all sides with their cruel stabs, even as many tentacles had been already severed and now crackled with electricity...
*But there's too much... shouldn't they have been thirty or so...?*
She tried to concentrate, even as she quickly jumped from tentacle to tentacle, twisting agilely out of the way of the incoming attacks, and she suddenly had a clear vision in her mind... A great energy was being infused into one of the many appendages, to her right... Alexis immediately turned in this direction, even as she ducked under a furious stab, and she grimaced at the sight: one of the tentacles she had cut in half was quickly growing back to its full sizes and dangerousness.
She had not even time to curse for the new discover, since a much larger energy caught her attention, and her gaze turned quickly to her front to look at the greatest one of Kolna's robotic whips, her eyes narrowing in a furious glare.
The enormous, thick appendage, looking almost like a scorpion's tail, was thick as three of the other tentacles put together at the very least, and it ended in a vicious piece of steel shaped almost like the point of a fountain pen, deadly sharp and with a scary, pointed edge. Two glowing overtures, almost like eyes, were staring at her cruelly, emotionlessly, and gleaming of a threatening red light. She could feel energy accumulating into those eyes, second by second growing, and her icy eyes narrowed when her mind pictured exactly what was going to happen in the next few seconds...
Alexis immediately kicked herself high into the air and flipped backwards, the tentacles shooting up and lengthening effortlessly to follow her movements and continue the chase, even as she landed with the point of a single, booted foot on one of the poles that were lined up in the middle of the huge, long tents of the camp to sustain them.
She leapt up again as the first robotic appendage smashed into the tent, shattering the pole to fragments and smashing down the whole tent before ripping past two more and arching in the air to whiz back for another attack.
Several more followed this closely, and she leapt over one stab while cutting neatly across three more with a slash of Blue Vixen, and in the same moment, the scorpion's tail acted exactly as she had clearly seen in advance.
Black flames erupted in a hurricane of overwhelming heat from one of the 'eyes', rising to the sky a frightening growl that overcome every other noise, even the gloom rumble of artillery in the distance. The second eye seemed to fire a laser, instead: a fine, straight beam of glowing darkness that chased after her as she flipped in the air and twisted on her side in midair to avoid the blow.
The laser followed her implacably, cutting in half everything it touched and drawing a burning, smoking line in the earth, where the ground glowed crimson with the unbearable heat. The laser cut across tents and then drew a line across the road between two of the districts of the camp as Alexis leapt over to the top of a tent there. The beam of darkness cut in half a truck like it was a form of butter, and it immediately exploded to shreds of metal that glowed white with inconceivable heat, melting and dripping incandescent fluid everywhere as they were fired around like slivers of a grenade.
Alexis cursed and quickly jumped down the tent, hiding behind it for a moment as the incandescent rain burned large holes across it... And then the ligeress turned back to stare in horror at the hurricane of flames, which was erasing the whole district to chase after her: every tent, vehicle, any survivor that may have been hiding in there, everything was reduced to ashes in an instant.
The femme fatale immediately sidestepped and spun on herself, sliding out of the way a moment before the weird black laser effortlessly cut the tent in half where her back had been a blink before, and she quickly leapt away to avoid the raging inferno of black flames that flooded the whole area around.
She spun in midair with a snarl as she sensed the tentacles coming for a revenge, and she bent her legs up, crouching in midair as one shot past her, just below her boots. She immediately bent forwards, arching her back to let another appendage whiz harmlessly above her, and she grinned as she slashed Blue Vixen upwards, cutting the growth in two halves as she slammed her feet onto the tentacle beneath, quickly running along its sharp, razor-like edge, in a show of balance that no equilibrist in the world would have ever tried to match.
She charged down the robotic appendage, even as this shook and waved itself like a wild stallion, slamming with booming rumble into the ground and arching into the air to try and make her fall, white all the other tentacles shot at her and tried to stab into her powerful, beautiful body, but it was like trying to trap air with a net as she moved to anticipate every attack: a tilt of her head, a leap up, an arch of her back, and she slid out of the way, before slashing Blue Vixen down in a vengeance and cutting the whips into pieces.
She wasn't left completely untouched, of course... But the smears gashes on her powerful body weren't even enough to distract her as she charged forwards, her senses in maximum alarm.
*The mines... the Decapitator mines... where he's hiding them...?*
She snarled and quickly ducked as the scorpion's tail emerged in front of her, and the black laser shot above her, losing itself in the distance, even as Alexis felt pearls of sweat running down her muscular back just for the proximity of the beam. Its heat was unbearable, and she felt her whole body like it was on fire, wincing with a snarling snort at the terrible feeling of agony, and wondering with horror how it had to feel to be actually hit... *But probably you'd die before truly feeling anything...*
The worst, anyway, came one second later, when she saw ancient runes glow threateningly all along the scorpion-tail, and in her mind she saw the usual ghost images of energies, recognizing herself and a discharge of terrible power, which looked like electricity, coming from the robotic appendage. She realized with shock that there wasn't a way to avoid it, even as she jumped to the side and grasped a tentacle, ignoring the way the steel torn her glove and cut into the palm of her hand, wincing at the pain and at the blood that rolled immediately down her elbow and arm as she flipped around the metallic, sharp whip in a complete arc.
Nothing of what she did was enough, since the weird, unknown energy twisted in the air and followed her movements like a thinking being.
Her eyes widened in fury and horror as the strange energy wrapped around her elbows and ankles: it looked like electricity, but she felt almost nothing... Anyhow, differently from any kind of chain, or rope of steel, that she could snap with a bare flex of her muscles, these restraints seemed invincible, much as she tried to free herself, pulling and pushing with all of her immense strength.
She was knocked down from the tentacle and slammed down into a tent, knocking it down before her back was smashed into the ground, making her release an almost masculine grunt of agony. To her horror, she felt her arms and legs being pulled in position against her will, and her eyes stared with disgust at herself, pinned to the ground in a crucifix position.
Alexis snarled in fury, and immediately tried to push herself up seating, pulling her arms up from the ground with all of her strength, her muscles bulging as she arched her back so much that it almost hurt... but she did not manage much more than lifting her elbows barely a few inches up from the ground, the crackling energy that kept her imprisoned glowing white and tightening even more its grasp as she panted, her fangs gritted and her wonderful features snarling with rage.
"You fucking coward!" She roared, struggling against her restraints. "Not even now you have the courage to show your ugly face! You asshole, I can see your energy anyhow, I know where you are! And I swear, I'll crumble you after I smash your little pathetic balls to pulp!"
"I don't think so." Kolna's voice was amused and calm as you can be before cutting yourself a piece of cake. It made Alexis even more furious, considering also that the voice came from well far away. The commander of the RA army she had slaughtered early was still hiding where he had first been... where he had waited to ambush her.
"I'll make sure you'll never smile again, disgusting little bug that you are." Alexis snarled, and her eyes burned with a violence that she hadn't shown that often in her life. The icy, furious determination in her eyes made the blood freeze into the veins.
"Huh-huh." Kolna teased. "You can't even see me. You are pinned. How threatening! Yeah, I'm shivering in terror."
The ligeress didn't answered to his stupidity, not even countering that she could see him perfectly, even if not with her eyes, glaring instead to the sky above herself as she saw the whole tangle of tentacles moving to loom above her, the scorpion-tail arched over all the other appendages, the dark laser gleaming as it gathered up all the energy it could. It wasn't a fight. It was an execution.
And she snarled as she saw the Decapitator mines come in the slice of sky above, hovering silently over her, and still looking like a swarm of enormous, deadly hornets buzzing with rage.
Alexis made another attempt to break free, roaring as she pulled with her enormous strength, almost managing to seat up as her aura glowed in sapphire flames around her, the female roaring in a mix of fury and, for perhaps the first time in all her life, fear, as she ignored the pain coming from where the restrains of energy bit violently into her elbows...
But it was useless. She was pulled back down, panting harshly and glaring up at the tentacles... And several of those exploded, vanishing in a cloud of melted steel and titanium, making her grin slightly.
*If I have to go, I'll at least make sure to go with a last bang, Killer...*
She heard with enormous pleasure the howl of agony of Kolna in the distance, and she glared with all of her power up at the tentacles, that all together dived towards her for the final blow.
A tremendous blast of her power neatly melted three more of the enormous appendage, several others blowing up into nothingness, burned away by her sheer rage, titanium alloy vaporizing with the power carried by her glare, but more came down to hit her...
And she blinked in surprise when the remained tentacles smashed with a rumble of thunder against an invisible barrier, which glowed sapphire at the contact, repealing the attacks with irresistible force.
The robotic appendages swayed in the air like confused people after a very strong blow to the head, looking uncertain about diving again, and Alexis grinned in vicious, merciless pleasure as she snarled and quickly blasted her power against the leftover, erasing a few more of the tentacles, until even the last one exploded, after another useless blow against the solid barrier.
Alexis knew well, anyway, that once the super-laser was loaded and ready, the barrier would have been useful. There was no way to stop light from passing across her energy like it wasn't even there...
But her attention was drawn away from the problem as the Decapitator mines started to dive towards her in a vicious attack: tens and tens of mines, perhaps more than one hundred, rippling with conic self-forming projectiles anti-tank that looked like monstrous thorns and with their surface separated in hundreds of pre-fragmented slivers of tungsten, ready to pierce across everything when the mine exploded in midair after maneuvering close to the target with their compressed-air thrust system.
Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, and again, a vision in her mind helped her choosing her move: she stretched her fingers upwards and closed her eyes for a second, gathering up her energy and pushing her force towards her hands.
Small but deadly spheres of glowing sapphire light appeared over each of her fingers, and she grinned before firing them up: like missiles, the mini-spheres whizzed silently up into the air, effortlessly passing across the barrier around her and shooting towards the incoming mines, each sphere maneuvering to engage a target, chasing for it inexorably.
And Alexis's grin grew wider, merciless and darkly amused, as the Decapitator mines hit exploded in midair, their slivers blowing up all around in large areas and tearing across other mines, causing new explosions before the remaining, mortal devices broke their formation and spread wider into the sky, at security range one from the other.
The femme fatale stared at the rain of slivers that smashed into the barrier like bursts of automatic fire, seeing the ground all around her erupt in clouds of smoke and dirt as the rain of fragments ploughed the whole area with tremendous violence, changing the ground in a moonlike scenario of desolation and destruction, while she fired upwards more spheres of her energy.
A moment later, anyhow, the restraints of energy glowed red with Kolna's fury, and more ropes of energy snapped out, wrapping over her hands to stop her attacks, and she stared in horror at the scorpion tail as it moved for the final attack, the laser ready to pierce across her defense, and across her body to kill her.
She tried to break free again, but with the same depressing results of earlier, and now she could hear Kolna laugh in the distance... and the sound was so hateful it seemed to make her body burn with rage.
Her eyes burned with the very same flames of fury, and she gathered all of her power to blast out her psychic power towards the menacing robotic appendage... and she panted, staring in a mix of surprise and relief as the scorpion-tail was hit and torn in two halves, her blast of force shattering the long metallic structure in the middle.
The severed half fell to the ground with a loud rumble, which was covered by the roar of rage and agony of Kolna, which in turn made Alexis grin in delight. Her pleasure was even greater when she felt herself finally free again, released by the restraints of demonic energy, that had vanished suddenly with the destruction of their source.
The blond femme fatale kicked herself back up on her feet, grinning as she rolled her muscular shoulders a bit and glared over to the remains of the scorpion tail: the runes carved in the titanium were glowing red, and the metal turned white with heat, before it melted and vanished into nothingness under her eyes... And she could always swear to have heard a howl of agony coming from the robotic piece.
She had no time to hesitate, anyway, since the sensors mixed into the still huge swarm of Decapitators had framed her, and the whole swarm of mines was moving to attack her, the deadly cylinders, filled of explosive and thought to erase whole platoons and armored vehicles with their deadly slivers, diving down towards her.
She throw herself forwards with an easy leap, and went into a roll with a grunt as the first explosion shook the world around her, before the cloud of slivers tempested the ground like enormous, steely hail, pulverizing even the rocks and digging craters everywhere as she brought herself out of range, before slamming a hand into the earth, her fingers drawing trenches in the ground as she slid to a stop and reared up on a arm, throwing her body up elegantly into the air just before other mines dived on her position and exploded.
She flipped in midair, and closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating to her best to find the position of the sensors, the eye-balls filled with thermal cameras that hovered somewhere in the middle of the swarm and targeted the mines...
When her eyes snapped open, she was grinning, even though she had landed on toe-tips on top of a solitary pole of steel, the tent of which had been burned to ashes earlier, and three more mines had exploded in midair, following her movements but not rapidly enough.
She closed her eyes again, moving rapidly to flex, duck and twist out of the way, dancing a crazy waltz between the clouds of slivers incoming, and holding up her hand to fire another hail of spheres of her energy, before leaping away from other incoming mines.
The spheres couldn't have resembled missiles more than that: they whizzed into the swarm of mines, leaving behind long streaks of sapphire light as they maneuvered past the mines, to chase special, well chosen targets: a moment later, the first of the spheres of transparent, bullet-proof glass filled with thermal cameras and lasers to track the targets exploded in shreds, and the other sensors followed a moment later, leaving the Decapitators hovering stupidly, blind, without a clue about Alexis's position.
It lasted only for a short moment, through. The time for her to sprint back towards the position where she could clearly see the energy signature of Kolna, and all the mines left made a strict turn to dive towards her bloodthirstily.
"Destroying the sensors won't help you, Alexis. My eyes command the mines!" Kolna's voice proudly announced, but it wasn't a novelty for her... She had been warned about that. Anyway, she could notice a slight degrade in the efficiency of the Decapitator, now that the whole swarm was guided only by Kolna's glare... The times of answer were a bit longer.
Alexis continued to charge, straight towards Kolna, who evidently still believed to be invisible to her, because he staid motionless, guiding the mines following her, growling in irritation as the ligeress leapt forwards, landing on her hands and flipping three times at great speed, four Decapitator mines exploding uselessly behind her as she moved so rapidly, and finally, the femme fatale rolled to a crouch and rose her hand to fire another barrage of spheres of energy, which smashed into the mines and made them explode, one after the other, until she grinned at the sight of the sky, finally bare of the monstrous devices.
She stood up, grinning as she rolled her shoulders a bit and cracked her neck calmly, unfazed by the fact that around her for a range of perhaps half a mile, slivers and explosions had transformed that angle of earth in a more than realistic landscape of the moon's surface, ignoring the haze of smoke and dust that lazily moved in the air around her. She turned towards Kolna, and rose up a hand, charging a sphere of her energy, and moving her palm slowly from side to side, almost if she was searching her target.
"Maybe you did not understand..." She snorted teasingly, suddenly stopping her movement, her palm aimed squarely at the invisible Kolna as she fired off her blast of energy, staring at the massive explosion that happened when the sphere collided with, apparently, nothingness. "... I see you. I see everything that possesses energy of some kind."
Finally, Kolna seemed to accept that she could see him, and he stepped forwards with a light, irritate growl. Around him, something flickered, and a sort of dome of energy become evident for a moment before vanishing, finally ceasing the enchantment of invisibility and showing Kolna, standing over twenty feet tall thanks to the massive, improved exoskeleton he was wrapped into. The massive machinery was silvery, just like his enormous, mechanic angel wings. The legs of the exoskeleton were slightly bent forwards, and looked like they could allow a formidable agility to the commander. They ended in enormous, solid and square "feet" of steel that looked heavy and strong enough to crush mostly anything, and the upper part of the exoskeleton wrapped perfectly around the bulky, muscular body of the tiger, who had the face completely masked into the visor-left senses augmentation system helmet.
From his back, between the two gigantic wings, jutted out the remains of the tentacles and of the scorpion tail she had severed: her psychic power, differently from the blade of Blue Vixen, had apparently carried a power so great that the massive robotic appendages did not manage to regenerate. Anyway, she noticed a massive, triple tail of titanium, rippling with enormous curving spikes that looked definitely deadly... And Kolna had the left arm ending in a tangle of massive whips made of some unrecognizable material, which anyway glowed white with tremendous heat. The other robotic arm ended in a massive hand of steel, currently tightly grasping the handle of a massive, double ended plasma sword: a ten feet long blade of incandescent liquid plasma jutted from both extremities of the handle in the middle.
"So eager to die, you are..." Kolna snarled as he suddenly charged forwards. A single flex of the robotic legs, and he seemed to slide forwards weightlessly, moving at incredible speed, making Alexis grunt as she backstepped and kicked her feet into the ground, leaping up and arching her back over a lash of the multiple whips as the massive plasma blade whizzed angrily just above her, in a vicious horizontal cut.
She landed on her hands on the other side of the whips, and she kicked up a feet, aiming to the helmet of the rival: she only did manage to smash her boot into his thickly armored chest, trough, as one of the deadly tails immediately shot to the side to hit her arms.
She quickly launched herself up and flipped into the air, landing on her feet at fair distance.
*Shot him is useless... The electro-magnetic shield would stop even a battleship's barrage... And if I touch his sword, game over. And even his whips, sincerely... they look like they'd melt me like an ice cream if I touch them...*
Her eyes widened with a snarl when the exoskeleton effortlessly leapt up forty feet into the air, diving towards her and shooting out the white-hot whips, which, just like the tentacles, lengthened themselves impossibly to stab at her.
The femme fatale sidestepped quickly, the first slash drawing an incandescent wound in the ground before Kolna moved the arm outwards and scourged the tangle of whips towards her, forcing her to leap up over the deadly weapons.
Kolna came down with a roar, cutting his plasma blade in an arc, trying to hit her with both the terminations of the blade, but the femme fatale leapt back to safety... A moment before a vision in her mind made her eyes widen in horror.
She turned just in time to see two of the severed tentacles shot out from behind him and stab towards her, wrapped around two plasma rods like the ones of the SAS supersoldiers. She avoided the first attack, but the tails of Kolna shot out and one smashed into her booted foot, making her fall backwards with a grunt.
Immediately, she rolled first to a side, then to the other as the two plasma rods came down viciously, and then the femme fatale kicked herself up to a crouch.
The massive plasma sword shot perhaps an inch over her head, that she had bent forwards knowing what was going to happen: the blade had pierced the ground exactly where her head had been a second before.
Kolna growled in irritation, but that fleeting second was enough for her to slash Blue Vixen twice: one time to the left, one to the right. In the same fluid, graceful move, she sheathed the huge sword on her back, hands shooting out in time to grasp the handles of the two plasma rods falling from the tentacles she had once more severed...
And she glared out a blast of psychic force as the whips shot towards her viciously, making the gigantic rival stagger backwards with a grunt as she rolled backwards and threw herself up to flip in the air and land on her feet, plasma weapons at the ready.
Immediately, she found the whips stabbing forwards with a threatening hiss, Kolna having forecasted her new position with the SAS helmet and the Spirit device, but she quickly slashed the twin plasma rods in a cross in front of herself, grinning as the whips were effortlessly sliced and the severed pieces fell to her feet, writhing like living beings...
And she was horrified by seeing the rest of the whips arch and writhe in the air with a frightening, ears-piercing whimper of agony.
*Just what the Hell is this...*
Kolna flapped his wings once, and he shot forwards at absurd speed, roaring his fury as he protruded his arm forwards and the whips, even if severed, lashed out at her once more, each one with a different tactic and angle of attack, trying to saturate her capability to forecast their moves...
*What the Hell... they are... alive...*
Her mind crowded up with the ghost images of the attacks to come, and she moved in consequence: dodge to the left, slash upwards to cut another whip, twist of her back, slash to the sides to stop two other appendages that had tried a large attack to pierce her hips from the two sides... And then she glared forwards with a snarl to vaporize with a blast of psychic force a large tangle of whips that shot straight towards her heart.
She panted as she backstepped and continued to defend herself, the eye of her mind observing the moves of Kolna himself, who suddenly shot high into the air with another flap of the mighty wings of steel... he spun on himself once, high into the sky... and then he dived, aiming to her back as his whips, now of absurd, impossible length, continued to engage her from all sides...
She threw her head backwards, staring upwards to the rival even as she let her body dance in the middle of the attacks, and she blasted all the force she managed to gather in that short instant.
Like a meteor, a lighting of sapphire light shot towards Kolna, who flapped his wings rapidly to avoid the blow... And a second later, he howled in agony as the blast of energy invested his arm, melting away the exoskeleton and the whips jutting from it, breaking his bones, burning his flesh...
And finally, Alexis fell to a crouch, panting as the whips vanished into nothingness in front of her, hating their howl of agony, which resembled the shriek of a cub being beaten. It made her mind crowd with horrible images... it made her soul twist with the awareness that her own sons were so far away from her, at home, without their mother...
Kolna landed heavily behind her, and she immediately spun on herself, snarling as stop a vicious stab of the massive plasma blade with her twin, much thinner ones, grunting as she was forced down, falling backwards on her shoulders.
The huge, robotic tiger growled with a distinct note of triumph for a moment, but Alexis grinned and he immediately tried to dodge as the Spirit told him what was going to happen... But the femme fatale was faster.
She bent her legs up, knees touching her sumptuous bosom for a moment, and then both boots shot up and smashed squarely into his helmet, warping it and rising to the sky a sickening crack, followed by a gurgling howl of agony as blood exploded from below the helmet.
"I promised you, scrap-iron pile! You'll never laugh again." She mercilessly grinned, having shattered his jaws and fangs horribly... And he staggered backwards, quickly reaching a safe distance, probably remembering her other threat...
But Alexis shot back up to her feet, even if panting harshly, and she blasted another blow of psychic force against Kolna, who was knocked backwards, skidding on the ground as his exoskeleton was shattered at the front.
He immediately tried to stand, but the blond femme fatale already loomed over him, her vicious grin frightening as he slashed the enormous sword up, only to see the thick blade trapped between the two plasma rods she held.
Her grin grew wider. He snarled. A high-heeled boot came down with violence on his crotch, and there was a crack of armor shattering because of her enormous strength, a sickening squish of tortured meat, a deafening howl of agony.
"I always keep my promises." Alexis snarled down at him, pushing forwards with her immense power, forcing the thick blade of Kolna to move, slowly but inexorably, not towards her body but towards his neck, her feet twisting cruelly over the ruins of his obliterated crotch, blood spilling over her leather boots as he cried in the worst possible agony.
In that moment, her eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately arched her back backwards, twisting out of the way as a massive, high caliber bullet whizzed past, smashing into a wrecked container and exploding inside, tearing the metal to shreds.
Kolna took the chance to force back against her, and he stood up, even if blood streaked out from under his helmet and especially from his destroyed crotch. "That's... Mordred... best sniper... ever... He'll kill you..."
"It still has to born the sniper that beats me." Alexis snarled back, and she twisted his sword between hers, pulling him in front of herself, as a shield, as she pushed again forwards, the plasma blade reaching nearer and nearer to his neck...
And even so, a bullet whizzed over the shoulder of the twenty-feet tall half-robot and cut a painful smear into Alexis's shoulder, which had been exposed for a mere blink... And she snarled in pain and rage, but finally Kolna was decapitated by his own sword, falling to the ground in a ruined heap.
Immediately, Alexis leapt to the side, rolling into one of the deepest craters in the field, staying as low as possible as she pushed her back against the slope of the crater, listening to the absolute silence of the night and panting, her breath the only noise she could hear.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, scanning the whole area with her senses... but a long, endless minute later, she was forced to admit that somehow, the sniper was masked entirely, even to her capability to see the energies of things and persons.
*The Invisible Uniform... Then it's true... they have developed a system that erases any kind of signature... And incorporates even a shielding to hide the energy of the soldier...*
She briefly regretted not having with her the handy system of wearable microphones of the Predators, the system capable to locate the source of the enemy fire by the noise... *But it won't help anyway... He's using some kind of absolutely silent rifle; otherwise, I would have heard the shot myself... It may be a rail-gun system... using electro-magnetic fields to fire the bullet, the noise must be null...*
She glanced up, and saw the wrecked container out of the crater: it had been entirely shattered by the shrapnel, and what was left of the walls bulged outwards stupidly.
*It would explain the absurd power and caliber of the rounds, too. I wish I had my rifle as well, now...* She made a grimace, but she quickly chased the thought away and pushed the boom microphone of her visor closer to her mouth.
"Kolna killed. I'm fine, but stay the hell away from here. I'm pinned by a sniper, and it looks like a serious hardass... just stay back until the area is clear. We don't need dead heroes."
"Alright, majesty. Be careful." Was the answer of Murray, and she pulled a sigh of relief, realizing that they were all fine.
*And now, show me just how much you're worth, mister "greatest sniper ever"...*
Alexis glanced around herself, and smiled when she saw a large rock near her booted foot. She kicked it up and grasped the rock in her hand, before throwing it up out of the crater without exposing her arm.
The silence staid total, until the rock hit the ground. No shots.
*Nothing... Smart ass. He sure has cold blood, through... many snipers would fire on instinct and reveal their position...*
Alexis reached for the leather holster at her thigh, drawing out the massive Desert Storm handgun, and she rose it up, aiming carefully out of the crater, exposing only the small digital sight, so to receive the images from the camera mounted inside, directly on her visor. The first thing she noticed, was that Kolna's corpse had vanished, which made her frown in surprise... But her reconnaissance was immediately stopped, as a bullet smashed into the sight of the gun and destroyed it.
"Fuck." Alexis muttered, holstering the gun bad temperedly. *He has good aim... This target was considerably smaller than the rock, and exposed only by an inch or so. And its rifle is definitely some kind of rail gun... The bullet it's so fast I don't quite manage to see its energy until the last moment. But I have an idea of just where he may be, now...*
Alexis reflected some more on the fleeting perception she had had of the energy of the bullet incoming, considerably reducing the area where she needed to search...
*But definitely, if I put a finger out of here, he'll hit me... I need a good bait... He must reveal himself...*
Alexis closed her eyes and concentrated, closing the world outside as she tried to take full grasp over her aura, over the powers she still was just starting to learn and know... Just like the barrier that earlier saved her, and that she didn't even know how she had created, she was instinctively sure to have the ability to come out of this mess... *It's all about finding it...*
Sapphire flames danced around her silently, warmly, her aura glowing as she let her thoughts wander inside her own being, as she focused and meditated on her own abilities... And finally, when her eyes slowly opened, she blinked in surprise as she stared at a second Alexis, made of sapphire energy, who was grinning cheerfully back at her.
She was perfect, even though she was... well, made of energy, and it still was evident even as she took color: she continued to glow a good bit.
*He'll think it's my aura, anyway...*
"So... huh. Can you distract him...?" Alexis quietly asked, and her copy made of energy winked with a grin that made her almost laugh. *She's truly just like me...*
The blond femme fatale lowered herself even more into the crater, and carefully unsheathed Blue Vixen, checking the submachine gun and ensuring that it was ready to fire, before looking to her twin made of energy and nodding.
The false Alexis moved with prudence, just like the true Alexis would have, making the trap all the more alluring... She crouched out of the crater, and then sprinted towards a container, but the shot came, inexorable.
Alexis grinned as she felt the bullet come with her powers. Her grin grew even wider as she jumped up from the crater and aimed Blue Vixen squarely in the direction of the source of fire, imagining the moment of astonishment of the sniper, sure to have hit her, and that was instead still taking aim at a female made of energy, which had been pierced like air by the bullet, with no effect at all.
The true Alexis, through, did not fell in error. Even without a scope helping her, even with just the tiny iron sight mounted on the handle of her sword, her shot was perfect. The massive .50 bullet traveled in the air and up towards the top of the tower in the north-east corner of the camp, aimed apparently at nothingness... But Alexis was sure of what she was doing.
And a blink-time later, the femme fatale saw the sniper fade into existence. She saw the bulky male, wrapped into a black, tight uniform that had been invisible until a moment before, and now was crackling with electricity... And she saw the helmet of the soldier, the visor cracking as the bullet smashed right into this... And the sniper, struck in full face in that way, fell down from the tower and onto the hard ground below, leaving Alexis standing, a grin on her features as her copy made of energy vanished with a last smirk.
"You have to eat a lot more stuff before you can claim to be a sniper as good as me, little boy..."
Killer faced Khaari, the two giants finally face to face. Khaari "Red Wings" stood at arms crossed in front of the entrance of his enormous, palace-like tent, his expression hidden by the usual SAS helmet, which was, just like the massive exoskeleton and the huge wings, painted of dark red.
He stood perhaps twenty-five feet tall over the slightly bent, massive legs of steel of the robotic machinery he was wrapped into... impossible to say if he was so massive, or how much was added to him by the robotic plant. Killer could not see weapons deployed, for the moment, if not the swarm of Decapitator mines that threateningly hovered fifty feet above, into the sky.
The liger advanced calmly, Wyvern balanced over one shoulder and eyes concentrated over the rival, who didn't move, nor gave sign to have noticed Killer at all...
The liger made a grimace and snorted impatiently, irritated by the indifference of the other, who had just let his whole army being whipped off without a blink... And furious at the way he ignored his presence in such challenging, arrogant way.
*You believe you are the thought one here, isn't so...? How much wrong you are, dude...* "You are here to actually fight, or to laze around like that...?" The huge liger asked mildly, and finally the other gave sign to notice his presence as he straightened and laughed.
"I'm sure you know... I'm here specifically to kill you." The other announced in Farsi, and Killer frowned a bit as he let his mind wander back in time to recover all what he remembered of the eastern language... But the exoskeleton-wearing commander of the Ra continued, this time in impeccable English. "Sorry... Evidently, I was supposing too much by thinking you knew my language."
"I know it..." Killer snorted back, and the other waved a hand dismissively, before the liger made a grimace. "Where you were while your army was sliced...? Hiding?" The huge male asked it with all the possible distaste: he was a general, and such indifference for the fate of the soldiers was for him absolutely inconceivable... And a horrible sign of useless, gratuitous cruelty.
"Hiding..." Red Wings snorted with slow, disgusted voice, a grimace surely twisting his hidden features. "No, Wyvern, no... I was reading the trap you've just stepped into."
Killer's eyes widened, and he glared quickly from side to side, trying to take signs of danger, but there was nothing out of place... Until, suddenly, Khaari snapped his fingers and a circle of ancient runes appeared in the ground, all around the huge liger, for a range of perhaps thirty feet at the most, the symbols glowing blood-red as a translucent dome of reddish energy appeared over him, trapping the huge liger inside, together with his rival.
Killer slammed a fist into the barrier of energy, and it flickered angrily, glowing dark red for a second, but the fist that would have smashed a hole into any kind of wall of concrete produced on the dome no other effect at all.
The liger snarled a bit, making a grimace, but he quickly turned back to Red Wings, grinning as he readied Wyvern in front of himself. "What a waste of time and lives... Do you fear I might leave the fight ad run away or what...? I never did it, and I sure will not do it because of you." He looked around himself a bit, and made a bit of a grimace. "Besides, this is a pretty cramped place where to fight. You could at least make it a bit wider."
"Who said this will contain our fight...?" Red Wings teasingly announced, holding out his arms to point at the dome of energy. "This is made to imprison *you,* not me." He backstepped, and effortlessly moved across the dome, stepping out of the prison it made up, and Killer imagined an immense, patronizing grin on his face. *I so hate not seeing their expressions...*
"And you shouldn't worry..." Red Wings continued, his voice now teasing in a way that made Killer's blood boil. "We all know that the great Wyvern won't back out from a fight. I only... took measures to make our fight a bit more interesting."
"Cheating loser." Killer muttered with a grimace, pressing his back against the wall of the dome, but unsurprisingly finding that much as he pushed, the trap amazingly resisted to his tremendous strength.
"I like to play." Red Wings countered with irritating joy. "This prison will reduce your freedom of movement greatly... and it will impose a timer on your life."
Killer snarled, glaring at his rival as he rose a hand and snapped his fingers once more, and the dome glowed with threatening, unbearable blood-red light that almost hurt the eyes... But much worse, the huge liger felt distinctly more tired. Wyvern grew suddenly sensibly heavier in his hand, and he felt his energies being sucked away, which made him snarl in a mix of horror and fury. "Thief, too." The liger growled, and Red Wings laughed with a tone that made Killer grit his fangs in hate. *I'm so going to kick your ass for this...*
"You are definitely crammed with energy. Too much, I find... So, the dome will be sucking your power away, steadily, for all the fight. I'm curious to see just how long you will last before you fell away to drained dust. Many at this point were already gone..." Khaari announced, and he walked again into the dome, his grin invisible but so wide that it was impossible not to sense it. "You have no way out, Wyvern. Even if I don't kill you in fight, your time is drawing towards its end anyway."
"We'll see about that." Killer snarled, and he grabbed the handle of Wyvern with both hands as he sprinted forwards the few steps needed to strike at his rival in the narrow space. *I must end this rapidly...*
Red Wings moved at the last moment, jumping backwards with a lazy flap of his wings, and he moved across the walls of energy, exiting from the dome and leaving Wyvern to slam noisily and uselessly into the luminescent wall. Killer winced, as the dome glowed even more wickedly, and he felt another wave of his energy leaving his body, making him grit his fangs at the feeling of agony it gave him... And he helplessly stared as Red Wings smashed his fists into the ground, rising a cloud of dust as an arrow of silver light shot right towards him, cracking open even the earth.
Killer jumped backwards and sidestepped to avoid it, but the space available was too narrow, and the gleaming beam of energy hit inexorably his feet.
The feeling was of pure agony, but it was matter of a second: it vanished almost immediately, leaving Killer panting and blinking in surprise before he stared downwards, his eyes filling with horror at what he saw.
His boots, and moreover his feet and legs, were rapidly changing into solid, white stone: the rigidity increased by the second, and the process was already spreading towards his knees, making him wince, grimacing in horror when he barely managed to move a step backwards, feeling his feet heavier and heavier and growing unresponsive and immobile.
On the other hand, the dome had ceased to suck away his energy from when Red Wings had stopped out, crossing his arms and staring at Killer as he rapidly turned into stone... *The dome sucks away my energy only if he fights me... Good news. But when my legs will be made of stone, how the hell will I fight him back...? Come inside, you coward...*
The huge liger glared challengingly at Red Wings, but he had no hurry to fight, for obvious reasons, and only cackled... And ridiculously, that laughter irritated Killer more than the fact he was turning into a statue. *If there's something I hate, are people making fun of me.*
He gazed again down at his legs, sweat rolling down his muzzle as he tried to think to a solution... And he blinked in surprise as he saw his body gleam with his aura, golden light dancing in warm flames around his form and glowing more luminous than ever around his knees... And amazingly, the stone wasn't gaining terrain anymore.
It was like his aura and the strange enchantment were clashing together... and his aura was winning. *Gaining time, at least... a second more, and I would have been nearly immobilized already...*
Red Wings snarled, his rage and disappointment evident, and for the first time in the fight, it was Killer who patronizingly smiled to his rival, as the huge half-robotic warrior sprinted forwards with a flap of his wings and entered the dome.
The liger slashed Wyvern upwards immediately, eager to end the fight as rapidly as it was possible, but Khaari reached up both hands, and the massive crimson blade slammed into the thick layers of titanium of the exoskeleton's hands to no effect.
"How can you resist...?" Red Wings snarled, pushing back against Killer with all the power that muscles and machinery combined could afford. "How...?"
Killer pulled Wyvern free, and stabbed it forwards, aiming to his rival's hip with a quick move of his elbow, wincing in mid course and making instinctively a grimace as he felt his energy once more being hungrily ripped out of him... But nonetheless, grinning slightly at the awareness that his aura continued to gleam, seeming to be even more luminous, unfazed even as Khaari stopped his slash once more.
This time, anyhow, Red Wings counterattacked as well: two long, frightening curving blades sprung out of the exoskeletrical arms that protected his own and slashing from under the thick sword of Killer, drawing two bleeding gashes in his arm and making the huge liger grunt in pain.
Khaari tried to exploit the moment, and quickly reached up to kick Killer's leg in the side: the liger could not move back rapidly enough, his foot by now made of stone barely moving when he tried to lift it, and the massive paw of steel of the exoskeleton slammed with obscene violence in his knee from the side.
Killer was knocked sprawling on his back, skidding on the ground until he smashed with his shoulder into the dome of energy, and it was like smashing into a solid wall... But the agony that made him wince came from his leg... And from the fact that, much as he tried, his lower legs were by now both unresponsive, and stand up seemed to require a century at least.
He was seated awkwardly on the ground when Red Wings whizzed towards him for another attack, flapping his enormous wings once to shot high into the air, reaching perhaps eighty feet into the sky with that bare flap before he dived down and turned to attack Killer's back.
The liger awkwardly turned to face the new attack, his legs now reduced to weights that he had to tow around like they weren't even parts of his body, and the dome continued to glow maliciously as it feed itself with his energy.
Red Wings swung one arm out, and the first blade sailed with a hiss just above Killer's head as he rapidly ducked, the other sword smashing into the flat of the massive Wyvern, and when Khaari kicked his feet up towards his muzzle, the huge liger was rapid at rising his free hand in front of himself, catching the square paw of titanium of the exoskeleton and clutching at it with a snarl.
His fingers sunk into the metal effortlessly, warping the heavy feet of the machine like it was made of butter, and Killer briefly grinned as Khaari flapped his wings furiously to fly backwards to safety, pulling his feet out of the liger's reach.
"How can you be so strong still, with all the energy you are losing...? You should be dust at this point!" Red Wings snarled in shocked fury, and he shot forwards again.
Killer caught sight of a sparkling of silver in his hands just in time, because when Khaari stepped back into the dome, with a rapid movement of his wrists he pulled out two tubes of silvers from two niches in the exoskeleton arms, and both revealed themselves as plasma rods, the blades of which were unusually long, almost like spears.
Killer awkwardly dodged the first stab, which was followed by a slash of the blade of steel still jutting from the forearm of the exoskeleton, and he twisted to avoid the second spear of plasma, Wyvern rising once more to stop the other curving, traitorous blade before it could do more than open a wound in his shoulder.
In that moment, he saw a fleeting opportunity to hit, and he shot up his free hand, closing his fingers tightly into a fist and putting all of his strength into the blow: his fist smashed in the thick exoskeleton, and the armor protecting Khaari's abdomen shattered in fragments like it was made of glass as he struck with the violence of a train into the muscular abdominals that come in sight.
Red Wings bent forwards on his punch and coughed blood with a rasping, choking sound as Killer hit with such violence that even the armor on his back exploded outwards in shreds, the fist of the huge liger shattering bones, muscles and organs on its path of destruction as a sickening spray of blood blasted out from Red Wings' abdomen.
The huge winged commander fell forwards to his knees, releasing a gagging howl of agony, and Killer immediately moved to strike again, to exploit the moment he had to end things, here and now, while the dome continued to suck away his energies and his golden aura fought to prevent the stone from spreading past his knees...
The huge liger smashed into Khaari with fist after fist, crushing the massive rival against the wall of the dome that now, for some reason, wouldn't let out even Red Wings, and Killer snarled as he punched down into his rival again and again, his blows smashing past armor, titanium, steel, flesh and bones alike, like they were paper sheets.
Red Wings gagged in agony, blood spurting from below the helmet just a moment before a fist smashed even into this, cracking titanium and skull alike with a sickening crunch, and another blow already landed to nearly decapitate the unfortunate as gore and blood and brain matter fell down from over the warped, destroyed remains of the helmet...
And Killer understood he had won from the fact that the spell had been broken: the stone was rapidly vanishing, his legs getting back to flesh and powerful muscle as he jumped up to his feet with his usual agility.
The dome staid in place for a few moments more, through, glowing a malicious red as it almost noisily slurped on the energy... Not of Killer now, through.
The liger stared in horror at the way the corpse in front of him changed: in a second, the massive, bulky tiger and the enormous exoskeleton that his fist had reduced to the aspect and consistence of a melon crushed by a passing train drained unnaturally drained away, the skin and fur adhering always closer to the bones.
It took perhaps a second, but to Killer it felt like a disgusting eternity, until everything that was left of the powerful Khaari was a broken, shattered skeleton that his fists had maimed and that was smugly fitted in arid, drained skin and fur that from orange had turned to an empty grey.
Killer watched to the corpse of his fallen rival fell to the side fragilely, the thud into the ground rising a cloud of dust as the bones inside literally drained to powder, and the liger let himself fall down to his knees, panting and understanding even without watching that the barrier around him was entirely gone... And he instinctively snarled when, all of a sudden, black flames appeared over the destroyed, horribly drained body and the shattered exoskeleton, melting everything away in a sickening black goo which puddled on the ground for a moment, before everything vanished with a weird, disturbing sound... almost like a laughter in the distance, or perhaps just a sound, a sound that he imagined in the weird wind that suddenly rose and made Killer's mane dance lazily as he stared silently to the place where, a moment before, a corpse had been.
*The way he vanished... Almost like Hell itself claimed him back... To own him.*
"They did. Khaari, just as Kolna already a few minutes ago, has been claimed by Hell's forces... And now, they'll make of them full, complete demons that one day will make Heaven's armies shiver with fear." A voice quietly answered to his thoughts from behind, and Killer stiffened in place at the awareness that it wasn't Alexis... But the voice. That sweet, caring and soft voice. He knew it... oh, he could have never forgotten... *But it can't be... it's... it's impossible...*
"Diana...?" Killer asked hesitatingly, almost murmuring the question to himself, more than to anyone else, and as he turned, his eyes widened in surprise... and wonder. A hurricane of emotions invested him, but his mind and heart were both sort of offline, just concentrated on the impossible vision in front of him... *but she is... here... Impossible or not, she is here...*
His eyes traced upwards from feminine, bare feet up long legs that he had so many times caressed, years before... legs that were slender and long, seductive and pleasant to the eyes, even if not breath-catching like Alexis's... *Then again, no one rivals Alexis's body...* A fine, silky white tunic covered most of her thighs, but Killer's memory made him feel like he was squeezing them in his hands right in that moment... The skirt would have been extremely conservative if it wasn't for the side openings, which showed a good amount of her legs... And a silky red band kept the tunic wrapping tightly around the slender waist of the girl, so that the dress did not hide her feminine, sweet shape. The cleavage of the tunic wasn't excessive, but still gave a nice view of her shapely, firm and more than fair-sized bosom... and her face had definitely the exact same sweet features, the same quiet smile, and the same loving ruby eyes that he remembered so precisely, and with so much affection.
The black fur was the same, too... The color of the night, silky and cared and shiny... But there was also something different, of course. She had two golden earrings she had never before had, two simple circles of gold hanging from her lobes... And she was also wearing a golden collar, with fine circles of precious stones all around, like the jewels of the ancient pharaohs, which she seemed almost uncomfortable with. She had always been a person extremely simple, and something in her almost embarrassed look and the slight blush on her cheeks told him that she found the jewel a lot too eye-catching for her...
But as he looked past those all in all normal aspects, he realized her blushing came probably from other factors... Like the warm, soft light she irradiated, or probably the six, white and candid angel's wings that spread from her back, and that left him staring in amazement... *An angel... my angel...*
"Diana..." He said again, his voice firm this time, but still amazed like he had probably never been before in all of his life... And the black tigress warmly smiled at him and nodded, her eyes quietly closing as her cheeks staid with that soft crimson that was so typical of her, so humble and quiet to always be almost embarrassed of her simplest actions, like she feared to disturb someone, or look excessive in her actions.
"Killer..." She managed to say when she turned her eyes back on him, her smile beloving as she looked over him with an affection that the years hadn't weakened at all, but made even stronger. Her ruby irises gleamed as she softly blinked a few times, tears rising to her eyes as she longed for a contact she didn't dare to search without his agreement... And the huge male immediately stood, oblivious of anything else as he pierced Wyvern point down into the ground and quickly covered the two steps of distance that separated him and her.
"Diana..." He whispered again, closing his eyes as he bent forwards to lean his head against hers, his arms hugging her tightly, lovingly, her own immediately reaching up to wrap around his neck with craving, needing love as she quietly let tears of joy streak down her cheeks, rubbing her muzzle against his larger one as they squeezed each other in affection, the huge male whispering her name again and again, not really managing to say anything else for now as Diana breathed his name, and renewed promises of a love she only cultivated stronger in the long years of separation. "I'm so sorry, Diana... So sorry..." Killer finally managed to breath out, and the black tigress squeezed him closer, rather surprising seen the report of strength and sizes that saw him towering over her. "I was such a fool..."
Diana quietly nuzzled him as he fought back his own tears, and she silenced him affectively as she hold him closer and squeezed him against herself, breathing of his scent, filling her senses with his presence. For so many years she had longed to see him again, to touch him again...
"There's nothing to apologize for..." She whispered soothingly, but Killer shook his head and felt a tear roll down his cheek.
"Will you ever manage to forgive the arrogant prick I was...?" The huge male asked, squeezing her in his arms with the deepest of affections, and the deepest possible regret for how things had gone in their past...
"There's nothing to apologize about, my love... Never apologize, never, never, never..." Diana breathed back to him, crying quietly into the embrace, but of joy. Of pure joy. She was back in the arms of the only one she always loved, she'll always love.
"Just... kiss me... Please..." She pleaded, looking up at his eyes with a soft, startled blush on her cheeks, her ruby eyes gleaming as the huge male looked down at her, a loving smile slowly rising to his lips before he pushed his muzzle forwards, nuzzling her affectively on the way before his lips moved over hers, and he squeezed her closer, wrapping his huge, muscular arms around her shoulders and gently pushing her forwards with a hand on her back as Diana abandoned herself in his hold, her arms locked around his neck and her breath fastening and hardening immediately.
Her eyes slid closed with a happy, longing sigh as he kissed her with passion, making her cheeks grow crimson as her hands tugged hungrily but gently at the long, thick locks of white fur of his mane, her body, bare if not for her tunic, brushing against his, grinding over thick, powerful muscles that flexed with astonishing might as he squeezed her gently closer.
His tongue playfully licked her lips, asking with patience and with hesitation if he was forgiven... if he was allowed to kiss her for real, if he was worth... And Diana's lips immediately opened, her tongue lovingly meeting his as their hot breath washed over each other's features, Killer releasing a murring, relieved sigh and rocking her gently in his arms even as he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth, battling hers, wrestling hers... but not with the domineering style that he usually had. He still felt guilty towards her... so many things he had to be forgiven for... so much arrogance he had to make up for... And he wanted to be gentle and good to her, in any way she wanted, to pay his dues, and make up to Diana. *The one that taught me what love is... Even if I understood it only years later...*
They kissed for long, long time, their breath growing harsh and fast as their tongues battled, maneuvered and wrestled with needing passion, now slowly, now fast and frantically... And it felt like an eternity of bliss before they hesitatingly departed their muzzles, panting quietly as they looked in each other's eyes with soft smiles, pushing nose to nose as they staid embraced tightly.
"An angel..." Killer whispered, smiling. "You could become nothing else than a wonderful angel, Diana... Always so good, quiet and understanding with everyone..."
"Thank you, Killer..." She murmured back with a bit of a blush, kissing his lips affectively.
"Gods... This goes beyond my understanding, Diana... Demons, and now seeing you, angelic and divine... I don't know anymore what I should believe to... I always thought that... that religions were absurd illusions... And the ancient legends were... more dreams than anything else." Killer murmured with a confused, almost pleading look. "And now..."
"It's complex, my love..." Diana answered softly, giving him a loving smile before she caressed his cheek with a hand and looked with concern at the wounds over his powerful form. "I'll explain you what I can... But before, let me take care of your wounds."
Killer looked at his body and saw the blood - *mostly not mine, luckily... -* that covered his fur and his armor, and the several gashes and cuts on his muscular form, and he realized how sore and tired he felt, all of a sudden... But he shrugged slightly, smiling. His wounds, even the nastier-looking, were as always already sealing up and healing at a rate absolutely amazing. "Thanks, but I don't need bandages or doctors... And I already managed to stain your tunic of blood. There's no need for you to bother, really."
But Diana, even if flushing noticeably, pushed a finger gently against his lips and looked up at his eyes with a mix of an apologize for her daring initiative and a plead. "Trust me, please..." She asked quietly, and he smiled, tilting his head a bit to the side.
"I always trusted you..." He murmured back, and the black, angelic tigress smiled widely before looking around herself a bit... And deciding that the palace-sized tent that had been of Khaari was perfect for their needs.
She guided him inside after he easily picked up Wyvern, and both looked around with quiet wonder at the luxurious furnishings, with the low tables of precious, massive wood and the floor covered of precious, embroidered oriental carpets. Silky curtains separated the various rooms, and scented candles sitting on top of metallic, decorative supports illuminated the vast tent as they walked ahead past the living room and several other spaces before they emerged in a large room where a tall, welcoming pile of red velvet cushions stood at the ready to work as throne and bed alike.
"That looks worth enough of you, love..." Diana suggested with a smile, and he walked forwards towards the cushions with a bit of a grin.
"Would you... please... undress...?" Diana asked quietly, blushing as she looked over to him softly, unable to hide her interest for the giant liger as he turned and grinned.
"Of course, doctor..." He said playfully, and he reached his hand up for the straps that held his heavy armour in place on his chest, eyes glowing with amusement at how Diana's eyes followed his huge muscular arms and stared at the way his enormous biceps flexed as he removed the garment and dropped it easily on the floor, before standing back up fully with an idle roll of his enormous shoulders.
She stared at him with reverence and adoration, astonished of his powerful look: he had always been a giant, and his musculature had been so powerful and massive that any bodybuilder would have shrunk away in shame confronted by him... But now, he was at a whole different level. He stood over eighteen and half feet tall, and his massive form was a perfect harmony of muscles and power, a colossus of strength sculptured with bulging, titanium-hard muscles. Not a single ounce of useless weight was on his form, but just raw, destructive power in its purest state. The light underlined his potent body drawing uncountable shadows along the ridges of muscle and the deep valleys of his strength, and every movement made his musculature bulge explosively, almost like it was going to explode out of him... And he was stunning. She felt her mouth almost watering at the perfect beauty of his massive, masculine chest, with the enormous, amazingly toned pecs, and her eyes stared for long time to his potent abdominals, roving over his whole, thick-with-muscles form.
But Killer only smiled slightly to himself, and reached his hands up for his belt, undoing it and throwing the thick leather band away before he undid his fly and stepped out of his simple black jeans, shamelessly standing before her with only with his black boxers left on, as he waited a brief moment for her to talk...
But Diana's stares had gone from his astonishing abdominals down to the intimidating, if not frightening, massive bulge in his boxers, and her gaze dwelled with total rapture on the enormous, flaccid but already gargantuan member that was trapped inside that unfair and far-too-tight prison of strained fabric.
"Should I remove these, too, doctor...?" Killer playfully asked after a long moment of that silent staring, grinning a bit as he reached his hands up for the waistband of his crammed boxers, pushing them down teasingly a little bit, showing some more of the long, flush fur of his happy highway... And Diana startled, blushing furiously as she rose her gaze back up to him immediately, her cheeks burning red as she understood she had been drooling at him for perhaps two minutes or so... And she quickly stammered: "Not... Not necessary..."
"Fine, doctor. You decide." Killer cheerfully answered, smiling amusedly as he sat down on the mountain of red cushions and then leaned his powerful, muscular back down over them, stretching a bit and laying comfortably down as she approached quietly, kneeling beside him and giving him a slightly embarrassed smile as she eyed his huge, muscular body once more.
"Will you ever stop getting huger and more handsome with every year that passes...?" She asked with a loving smile, and he snorted quietly in amusement as he smiled back to her gladly, loving the feel of her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. It was warm, it was loving... and almost magic, as it immediately soothed not only his sore body but his soul, pushing away the worries and the bad feelings, forcing away even the regrets as she smiled and once more whispered: "There's nothing you are guilty for..."
"You are too generous with me... I never realized how cruel I had been with you." Killed sadly said, nodding slowly as he closed his fist so hard that it hurt, his own claws drawing blood from his palm. Diana immediately took his huge fist into her own much smaller hands, however, and there was nothing but love in her touch, nothing but affection and care in the way she firmly but gently tried to compel him to cease his pain... not the insignificant physical one. The pain of the memory and awareness of the one sin that tortured him the most. "I realized it only when I fell in love with Alexis... when I finally understood what love truly is..." Killer murmured as he opened his eyes to look into hers, letting his hand relax a bit as she caressed his fingers. "I see how I suffer when she's not around... And I feel destructed to the core at the first, minimal thought or fear of losing her, of having her... not loving me. And now I see how much I made you suffer in our past, Diana..."
"Shhhh." She lovingly silenced him, leaning closer to him and smiling soothingly into his eyes as she ground softly, gently against his bare, muscular form, letting him feel that she was naked under the tunic even as her humble, sweet blush staid in place on her cheeks... And she kissed his lips again, lovingly, soothingly, before she took his face in her hands and smiled reassuringly. "You should not blame yourself... Love can't be artificially built. I love you more than anything else in the universe, but... I understand that you don't reciprocate the same feeling. I always knew that I wasn't your significant other." The black female quietly explained, and Killer looked at her with a sad, guilty look as his hands reached up to gently wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and making her release a dreaming, content sigh.
"I knew that, despite my dreams, we could have never been the two halves of one only reality... But you never made me suffer, Killer, never..." She smiled quietly, nodding firmly as she looked into his sapphire eyes with nothing but love gleaming in her amazing, ruby irises. "After all, you... loved me. And you have always been there for me... I was the first one you came visiting every time you came home from the war... and when I was in your arms, I felt that your affection was the only thing I needed in life. Every time, I felt complete... I felt loved... And that was the only thing that mattered."
"I still love you, Diana... never speak like it was a past thing. Never make of it a faded memory..." Killer replied with soft voice, pulling her closer and hugging her tight, resting his head against hers as she clung at him for dear life, and he rocked her gently in his hold, closing his eyes as he listened to her breath, to her quiet sobs, to the thud of her heart. "Nothing will ever change, Diana... I love you, and I'll always be here for you..."
"When... when you left Kesteven... I felt my world dissolve. Riaku was my only reason to live, now that you were gone... But it wasn't your fault. You had the right to live your life." Diana sobbed quietly in his hold, her hands caressing his powerful body with loving care that matched Alexis's... And then she sighed a bit and continued quietly on: "I should have... made myself happy with how you had said that I still was your favourite, that you loved me... But I... wanted... more." She cried out. "I wanted you for myself, and I wasn't able to suppress my dreams. I wanted to be your mate for life... But my dreams collided with the reality, the reality that you were somewhere, far away in the world, and I was alone... The reality that you hadn't for me the same attraction I have for you..."
She paused, sobbing quietly into his hug, and he felt a few tears land on his body, closing his eyes with sadness as he rocked her into his arms lovingly, and leaned gently against her, to soothe her pain.
"I ended up ruining Riaku's life, too... I wasn't the good mother I could and should have been..." She cried out, and Killer shook his head, kissing her cheek softly as he whispered in her ear soothing, sincere words.
"That's not true... You were the best mother in the world. And Riaku loves you as that. You have no faults for the cruelty of life, Diana..." He murmured gently, and she looked up at him with a weak, trembling smile, which gained some more conviction when his lips gently kissed her cheek, then her lips. "I and Riaku both love you. We always did, and we'll always do..."
"I let... life flow away from me..." Diana sobbed. "My broken dreams made me weak, stolen me the wish to live... And I gave in to my sickness, and let myself die. For all the time, I told myself 'you have your son to live for...', 'live for Riaku'... And also, I always told me that you would have come back one day." Diana smiled a bit up to him, and Killer hesitatingly smiled back, still feeling that the fault of everything was his own... "But I was lying to myself. I never really tried to live on... And so, I left our son without a mother... And now look how Riaku ended." She concluded with sad, bitter voice. "Enemy of his father, enemy of his friends, enemy of his land... He was the gentlest person in the world, Killer, he truly was... One day, he would have been the most blazing of Angels of Heaven... And instead he become allied of Hell. He was tricked to join the most evil of persons of this world, he was moulded into the main instrument for the future of blood and tears that lies ahead of us..." Diana clung to Killer's huge form with desperate affection and need, pushing her head into his muscular chest and kissing him lovingly before she cried her request. "Please, please Killer... get him back... save our son..."
"I will, Diana... I promise I will." Killer answered, with the deepest possible resolution and sincerity, and he closed his eyes for a moment as he let that promise write itself in carved, burning letters in his soul... *I will not fail again... I will not disappoint anyone anymore... I won't fail.*
"Thank you, my love... I know you will..." Diana meekly said, smiling a bit for a moment as she let herself being lovingly rocked from side to side in his hug, and for a few minutes they rested that way, simply and affectively dwelling in each other's presence after so much time, letting their own regrets and pain being soothed by each other's understanding and support... And it just felt so good to be together, to have finally said words that for years had been in their minds, cause of pain and endless regrets, that death had made messages to never be sent... And now, instead, almost like in a dream of both sadness and incredible joy, Killer and Diana had finally managed to explain. To share. *And to be forgiven...* He thought quietly.
"How many times have I to say that there's nothing to forgive...?" Diana asked warmly, looking up at him with a smile, then blushing a bit and lowering her gaze. "Sorry. I should not read in your mind in this way..."
"It's fine..." Killer softly answered, shaking his head with a quiet smile.
"Oh, Gods!" She exclaimed as her gaze crossed one of the wounds on Killer's form. "I had a task to achieve... Silly me..."
Killer hadn't even the time to say anything to her, to reassure her, not even to point out that all of his wounds had long sealed up already and he was healing with incredible rapidity - *indeed, after my sudden growth in the duel against Vera, even my regeneration improved dramatically... and I'm a lot harder to wound, to start with... - That* she already was moving to kneel on the cushions at his side, and she stretched her hands over a first gash over his shoulder.
Killer opened his mouth to talk, but then he fell silent as Diana's hands glowed with white, warm light, and he stared in amazement at the way his wound literally vanished away from his body, in a second or so entirely disappearing and leaving no sign at all of its presence, just like he had never been hit... And he felt a soothing, warm feeling rise in his arm and touch his very soul, making him relax and feel... good. In peace, as he smiled and looked with interest as Diana moved to cover all of the wounds, even the scratches, healing his body completely, and making him feel calm and relaxed as very rarely he had been. It was wonderful...
"How can you do that...?" The huge male asked softly, smiling gently to her as Diana brightened up immediately at his interest and approbation.
"I'm a Healer Priestess in Heaven..." She said gently, and the light coming from her hands completely healed another gash. "I'm the lead of the High Order of Healers, in fact." She added, blushing a bit, and Killer smiled amusedly at the way she always seemed embarrassed of her own capabilities. "And I've never felt so complete... I always wished to become a doctor in life, for helping people... I never went past the role of nurse, through." She remembered with a bit of a sad, regretful frown. "But after the death, I had plenty of time to learn the magic arts of Heaven's medicine... It took several hundred thousand years to learn everything, but... I had a talent for it, apparently." She finished off with her usual, quiet modesty.
This time, anyway, it was another detail that struck Killer almost like a fist. "What?" He asked, staring at her with a bit of a gape. "Hundred... thousand... years...?" He asked stupidly, and Diana nodded quietly.
"Time moves way differently in Hell, Heaven and in the Mortal Plane... or this world, more simply." She explained with a soft smile, and he leaned back into the cushions a bit, looking at her with interest as she continued. "For example, I think one mortal day is roughly two thousand and seven hundred years in Hell... or most of it, at least. In Heaven, normally, one mortal day is worth a full thousand years."
"Which means..." Killer started, looking almost terrified of the sheer amount or time he was coming up with in his mind.
"That I spent more than four million years in Heaven...? Yes." Diana nodded, and Killer fell for a moment in silence, struck by the immensity of that fact, which went far past the understanding of a mortal. That went far past the thoughts, dreams and fantasies of a solid, sharp and often cynic mind as his own, one that had refused every kind of religion and belief from when he was so young... *And look at me now... Battling with demons, chatting with an angel no less...*
"And still you remind me..." He murmured, amazed, and Diana leaned closer, wrapping her arms around his thick waist and leaning her head over his amazing abdominals, looking up at him with a smile.
"You aren't the kind of stuff that one easily forgets, Killer..." She teasingly observed, and she kissed his rippled abdomen lovingly before looking up again. "And love is an immortal feeling, the most powerful of all bonds... Think you could ever forget Alexis...?"
"Gods, no...!" Killer countered immediately, and things become a lot clearer in his mind... and he winced internally at the thought of being separated from Alexis... *four million years... I would go mad after one hour...* He looked at her with love and admiration, and the two smiled at each other affectively, the black female purring quietly as her hands stroked his body so gently, so lovingly...
"I love you, and only you... No matter how much time passes. No matter how it hurts to be separated, in two whole different worlds, by death and distances that go so far beyond our understanding... You are safe in my heart, and nothing will ever endanger my love for you." Diana said gently, smiling as she reached one hand up to caress his cheek, her eyes gleaming. "Of course, it hurts to be so far away... and for several thousand years, the pain was searing. But then, finally, I had access to the Observatories, special areas of Heaven from where it is possible to see how things go in the Mortal Plane... And I finally could see you again, and that soothed a bit the pain."
Killer smiled, deeply touched of her words, and impressed by the full extend of her love... And he gently took her hand in his much larger ones, squeezing gently as she smiled and told her story.
"I saw you get that scar at your eye... And well. I was sorry for the wound... But I dunno if they already told you how good it looks on you." She said, amusedly staring at the unmistakable scarred eye of Killer, which gleamed back with soft, quiet amusement as he nodded. "I had a few people pointing that out."
"I bet you had..." Diana smiled, and then nodded. "Obviously, the one thing that made me happier was see you find Alexis and marry her." The black tigress continued, and she smiled at the surprise that flashed on Killer's face. "Oh, I'm happy, yes. Sincerely... I always only want the best for you, Killer... I want you to be happy, and you've never been happier than now that Alexis is on your side. She's the perfect match for you, after all... your missing half." Diana smiled, and there was nothing that wasn't sincere in that affective expression, and Killer felt even more amazed of that. "She is beautiful beyond limits, she is so strong and powerful enough to match you, she loves you immensely and she even matches your sexual stamina and hunger. You two are perfect for each other, and I couldn't be happier for you."
"You truly are my little angel..." Killer said gently, smiling widely, and then he eyed her wings and added quickly: "No pun intended, of course."
"Of course..." Diana softly laughed, nodding quietly and then there was a short moment of quiet silence as she gently played her fingers in his long mane and he held her affectively in his arms... And he slid his hands under the silky tunic, fingers gently rubbing along her legs, towards her inner thighs... And Diana blushed, but smiled a blissful smile and kissed his lips with a look that, even if tinted with her usual, lovable flushing, was a clear message of welcome... A clear plead to continue. He gladly massaged along her feminine, seductive legs, and the quiet silence lasted some more, only broke by her blissful breathing and his own quiet one, before he asked: "But then... If it is possible for angels to come in this world, why... it does not happen... well, more frequently...?"
"Oh, we'd like to see our dear ones, and come on earth...We'd do it continuously if we could." Diana quietly answered, nodding with a soft sigh. "But it is not possible. We are dead... And the Mortal Plane it's forbidden, and we should never leave Heaven, less than ever meet mortals... I shouldn't be here, either." Diana murmured the last part, almost like she was reminding it to herself more than saying it to Killer. "But it's difficult to control the position of all angels, and I have large freedom thanks to my position... And in the years, I did all what I could to learn how to portal and move at will between the Mortal Plane and Heaven. I had to see you... I had to come... I HAD to come and warn you... Those demons you fought... called Azuri. They are just the start of all... disgusting creatures born only to kill and to destroy. An Azuro comes from an evil soul that's broken down and does not complete the process to become a true demon... The broken down souls loses any leftover of humanity, and they have different paths they can follow, all equally horrible. There's a goddess, and I can't even spell her name such is her cruel power, that takes many of these ruined, wandering souls for herself, and makes of them the feral beast you know. But there's so much worse to come, my love..."
Killer looked at her with interest as his hands softly stroked back and forth along her thighs, then he whispered: "So it's true... It's all true... Hell is working against us..."
"I wish it was so simple..." Diana sighed, and she gave him a soft, worried smile as she took in his expression of surprise. "It is... complex. I don't even know from where I should start..." She said, and her voice reflected all of her worries and fears, and Killer squeezed her a bit closer, reminding her, if there ever was the need for, that she was safe and protected, with him around... And she smiled gratefully before she continued. "Heaven and Hell are always in contrast... open, at times rough. And it is not rare that a war starts up between the two reigns, when the balance of things moves too much towards one of the two sides." She paused, looking down thoughtfully as she murmured: "Balance is the key of all... Hell and Heaven both try to ensure for themselves the best warriors of the Mortal Plane, so that, when a mighty hero of this world falls, it can become either a great angel or a powerful demon. There's true competition between the two reigns for the best souls... because the strongest warriors can truly change the balance of power on a side, or on the other."
"But Heaven is not really winning, at the moment, isn't that so...?" Killer asked quietly, and Diana turned to look into his eyes silently for a few instants, before she nodded.
"Unfortunately, Hell is getting stronger and stronger... And some of the new souls they have taken are being trained and strengthened into demons that are worth entire Heaven's armies, and that make the Archangels tremble with fear at the thought of what may happen in the next future. You know most of them... Griagas, and even Aaron. And now Kolna and Khaari as well, who in a few thousand years will become the worst of all..."
"Gods... How many old friends will be waiting for me when my time comes, then..." Killer playfully snorted, and Diana smiled knowingly, well aware of the fact that he would have reacted that way... make him fear something was impossible, no matter how nasty things were. "A good reunion of good friends from the old times. I bet they are impatiently waiting for me."
"Indeed..." Diana admitted. "But that's not the worst thing... Hell is eyeing with great attention the Mortal Plane, the key to definitively change the balances of power in their favour. They are greatly interested in the latest mortal technology, as well, which can be used to great effect to enhance the fighting ability of even demons and angels..."
"Yeah... I guess Kolna and Khaari made good samples of what someone can do dressed up in such collection of hardware." Killer snorted calmly, and Diana nodded softly.
"The confrontation is even wider, anyway, since several of the gods of the highest orders are now eyeing with greater and greater interest the promises of power of taking not one, but two, and perhaps all three of the Planes as their reign... God himself is extremely worried. He's perfectly aware that the situation is running away, out of His hands, with worrisome rapidity. And His effective powers are fading away... No one of the gods listen to Him anymore, anyway. And now, all the attention is fixed on the Mortal Plane." Diana explained, and Killer blinked a few times before he stupidly asked: "God...?"
"Yes..." Diana nodded. "I know, it's hard to believe... And even hard to explain. I don't think I can manage to let you know that much. But there are several orders of divine spirits and entities... At the highest throne sits God, and right below Him there's the High Order of the gods. For example, our ancient legends are filled with the name of Taranis, the god of war and thunder... He's one of the most powerful members of the High Order."
*Oh Hell. This does not sound good at all. They must be all pissed at me a lot... Never been a believer, always been a curser, after all... I don't even know their frigging names.*
"So, basically, the RA and NWOA are... allied of a... supernatural coalition of Hell, including a few pissed off gods, all together to take possession of this world...?" Killer asked with a frown, squeezing Diana's thighs gently as she silently nodded, with a bit of a worried face.
"Sounds like a bad B movie's plot." Killer snorted, but Diana stared at him with amazement as she saw an amused and interested grin gain his lips at the thought of such a challenge.
"The Mortal Plane sits between Hell and Heaven, last element of balance and last thing that separates the two Reigns from a full-out war." Diana declared with serious determination, and then she looked down at him softly, stroking a hand on his cheek. "And you sit between the two fronts, my love."
"What a good position." Killer snorted amusedly. "A first-row seat to watch the Apocalypse just as it goes on."
Diana rolled her eyes upwards a bit at his absolute lack of fear, which became almost irritating at times: it almost made her think that he wasn't truly believing to her words. But she knew him... and she could tell that he was taking the question with the greatest possible attention and seriousness.
"There's great interest for you and Alexis, both in Heaven and Hell... Your battles and victories have gained you two a lot of fans in the two Reigns, and even between the gods." Diana started, but she paused at the grin on his muzzle at her words, and she frowned a bit before dryly stating: "See, it's not a so good thing."
Killer snorted at the warning, and his grin faded a bit away as he grumbled: "Good news, never, huh...?"
The black tigress couldn't help but smile widely and amusedly at that, nuzzling him gently and supportively as she whispered in his ear: "No, unfortunately..." She straightened a bit and looked down into his eyes with affection as she quietly carried on. "In fact, you are the last hope of this world. The last bulwark that there's to break down in order to conquer the whole Mortal Plane. There's several gods, and all Hell, that want you dead... and whole new armies of demons are being readied even while we talk; groups trained specifically to destroy the defences of this world. And all ordered to kill you at the first chance, in a way or another.
Meanwhile, the RA is preparing the operation New Dawn, and it will be the greatest military operation ever... In Heaven, we estimate that the Mortal Plane will fall in little more than seven days at the most, if you are taken out of the scene."
"I wish I could do something to stop their plans, Diana... But I'm sure you know, I don't have information about the RA. Who's its leader...? Where are their bases...? Where they get so much soldiers and equipment...? Where they build up their ships...?" Killer snorted, and this time there was true frustration in his tone. "It seems impossible... We have satellites, spies, recon planes and drones... And yet we don't manage to find where immense battleships long literally miles are built up... Like their docks were... fucking invisible."
"They are, we could say..." Diana stated with quiet resignation. "They are protected and hidden to any eye or sensor by a mix of technology, demonic and divine powers. Hell and the Gods determined to conquer the Mortal Plane have dealt an alliance with the RA, and they give them any kind of support and protection. You've seen Khaari... He and Kolna have largely beneficed of Hell's help. The gods gave them all sorts of aids, in the forms of powers, spells, and enchantments that increased dramatically their abilities and the effectiveness of their already threatening exoskeletons and machineries."
"And in exchange for the help, the RA does the dirty job." Killer completed for her, and Diana nodded sadly. "Without realizing that, when the world will fall, the gods will get ride of them and they will have a whole world to rule upon, gained at bargain price." The huge male added bitterly, making a bit of a face.
"Is too early to say that, my love. The leader of the RA is a smart bastard that's giving troubles even to the gods... And he's gaining such power with every day that passes that in the future he may be able to take control of even the High Order. In Heaven, he worries us even more than Hell, at the moment." The black tigress gently corrected him, and Killer silently nodded, deeply impressed of her words...
*Two allies, each planning to trick the other and get rid of it as they reach their common objective... And someone that is getting even stronger than the Gods...*
"But wait... You should know the position of the RA plants... the name of the leader... all this kind of details..." Killer suddenly asked, looking up at the female with eyes full of hope for getting the answers he needed... But Diana looked back at him sadly, slumping a bit as she murmured a sad apology.
"I wish I could help you, my love... I really wish I could... But even in Hell, we don't manage to find the RA facilities, such is the protection given by the enemy gods. And even the little I know... I can't share my knowledge with you. The enemy gods have bound us all with spells of tremendous power, and much as we try, we can't even spell their names, now..." She looked at him with pleading, apologizing eyes, her ruby irises gleaming a bit with rising tears, and he pulled her closer to lay on his broad chest as he lovingly dried her eyes with his finger. "There's no way I can share with you or anyone else any information I have... They are always gods. Their word is law... And their spells can't be broken... I can't help you... just as it always was, I'm useless..." She sobbed in his arms, hugging him tightly as she rubbed her muzzle against his neck and bitterly expressed all her sense of impotence.
"Never say that." Killer commanded, lovingly but with firmness almost sharp. "You aren't useless... You gave me more information and help than anyone else, and you even fled Heaven to reach me here and warn me." He hugged her gently at his chest, kissing her forehead softly. "You did all you could... the rest, is my task. I'll find it out by myself, Diana."
"You must be careful, love..." Diana whispered. "In the High Order, there are gods that have a great admiration for you, others that hate you and others that don't trust you.
Your power, Killer..." The female murmured, squeezing his enormous biceps firmly. "Your power is something of inconceivable, Killer. There's no demon, or angel, that holds a similar power... And surely there's never been anything comparable between mortals. Demons and Angel become so powerful only thanks to thousand, millions of years of experience and training... And no one knows how far your power may reach if you had the chance to train in the same way, since it already seems to continuously grow to new blazing heights even here in the Mortal Plane." She explained with admiring, amazed emphasis. "Your strength is envied by the gods themselves, Killer. Some of them recognize in your immense power the only hope left, and the mythic forces of the ancient prophecies and legends, but some others are so scared of your might that they fear you'll rise above them... And they want you destroyed, my love. They want your soul to be shattered as well, so that you'll simply cease to exist, and you'll never rise to crush them all under your boots..." She looked into his eyes, staring at his surprised but firm expression, and she squeezed him into her arms as tightly as she could. "And after your power broke another part of your Seal tonight, after your might has increased so much, with so much more still to be unleashed, their fear is growing, and their hate with it. Both you and Alexis are seen as threats to the gods... Be careful, be always careful..."
"Well, at least not ALL the gods hate me... It's better than I thought it to be." He muttered even as he cradled Diana in his arms with absolute gentleness... And she couldn't help but laugh a bit, even in such situation, and even if she was still quietly sobbing, at the way he welcomed such a terrible revelation.
"There's also an intermediate party, so to speak." Diana continued. "A very strong one... Hell and Heaven both want you and your power, to finally overcome each the other. Who gets you, wins. And..." She hesitated, looking at him with uncertainty and biting her lower lip a bit, before she sighed at his inpatient frown of question. "...There are strong think tanks in both Heaven and Hell that want you and Alexis to die, so that your souls can be brought away and you can be trained to become the most powerful angels - or demons - to ever exist."
"I don't think it's too smart a choice..." Killer said with a calm stunning for someone who had just been warned about such solid threat of death. "For Heaven, at least... If I die, I definitely have a place in Hell. There's no doubt about it, with what I've done in my life. There's no chances for me to become an angel... the idea in itself is ridiculous, when you think on it. A rapist like me, not to talk of all the rest, angel...?" He laughed of a bitter laughter without amusement, but Diana smiled sympathetically, understanding his feelings, his horror at what he himself had done in the past... And she shook her head softly, making him frown in surprise.
"Not true. You are saving so many lives, you are giving all yourself to save this world and redeem your soul... Your path is a steep mountain slope, I'll admit that. To the redemption, there's a long, harsh and steep climb to do, while the road for Hell is a comfortable and wide highway that slopes downwards... But you are climbing up, Killer. And you can still make up for your past."
She smiled warmly, and there was a short moment of silence before he said: "But Heaven is not really counting on my redemption to get me, isn't so...? I see in your eyes that there's more. Means less clean but that offer a lot more chances of success."
Diana blushed, looking embarrassed, and she tried to look away from him... only to fail miserably, turning back to her loved male as she snorted. "Yes. There are dirty means... I said Heaven was willing to get even Kolna and Khaari, after all, and you know that they deserve Hell. Everyone knows. They were two assholes of the worst kind. But fear warps the rules, my love... Heaven fears for its survival, and in this moment the rules are ignored, overlooked and avoided. And if there was a single chance to get to the souls of you and Alexis, even if you had just ended slaughtering a whole town, believe me, they would take it."
"The world sucks." Killer muttered. "Even Heaven is corrupted and willing to go any mean possible in order to get more power."
"It's disgusting, I know... But please. I don't care for anything else... be careful, Killer, always. Careful and ready for anything. Nothing it's impossible in this war... And for you, gods, demons and angels may very well be all enemies. Choose well who you trust... and save our world, Killer. You are the only one who can."
"I'll do it, Diana. It's my promise for you. And I'll bring Riaku out of this mess with me." *Although... it'll be hard, that's definite. I'm alone... I could start sending warning messages to the entire world about the incoming offensive of Hell and RA, but who will ever believe me...? I won't believe to this story myself... I wouldn't have believed a word if I hadn't already battled with so many demons, and I hadn't an angel in my arms telling me everything first hand... They would just think I'm crazy, and it won't be of any help...*
"There's something more I can let you know, at least..." Diana announced, and he turned back to her with attention. "I know you and Alexis are going to charge towards Argolis Island to save the rebels there... But please, be careful. The feared officer known as Regina, wanted for war crimes and for the horrible tortures and experimentations she does on prisoners, is nothing else than a demon. Regina is one of the most powerful ones, besides, and she's very dangerous. Her powers are great, and I want you to be ready." Diana nuzzled him affectively, her hands taking gently his face as her quiet breath washed over his face, carrying a soft, sweet scent of love, and he smiled when their eyes met. "No one else would like to face Regina, I can tell you... But I know you'll crush her just like the bitch that she is." The black tigress continued, and he grinned a bit as he wondered if an angel had just really been talking like Alexis and suggesting quite clearly to rape Regina...
"And I think there's a little help I can give you, love..." Diana announced warmly after a short moment of quiet, mutual silence, and she eyed Wyvern as it lay down on the cushions beside the huge male. "Would you...?" She asked meekly as she gestured towards the enormous, thick blade, well aware that she would have never managed to pick it up, and the powerful male reached for it with a hand and effortlessly pulled it up, holding it horizontally in front of himself, between him and Diana, the flat of the blade facing upwards as she stretched her hands forwards over it.
Killer looked at this with interest, and, admittedly, a bit of apprehension: he had a true affection for that blade that had long been and was such an important part in his life, and he wouldn't have allowed anyone else to do... *Well, whatever she plans to do. It's just because I trust Diana entirely...*
Diana chanted something in a language that Killer did not understand or recognize, and the light surrounding her hands glowed stronger as a golden, blazing light started to carve small figures in the middle of the flat of the blade, until, a couple of seconds later, a long row of ancient runes, almost looking like a decoration in the middle of Wyvern, was perfectly, cleanly carved into that absurdly-resistant metallic alloy that after so many years of use against armours and even tanks, hadn't lost the razor-sharp edge of the blade.
Killer stared a bit at the white smoke that climbed in the air in small spirals from the carved symbols for a moment, and then he looked up to Diana as she smiled.
"It's a sizeshifting magic rune." She explained quietly. "Since you keep getting huger and stronger..." She breathed teasingly, grinning a bit. "... I think you'll need to adjust Wyvern's sizes to your might. It was becoming a bit small, for your sizes."
"Indeed..." Killer said absently as he hold the crimson blade up, pointing the sword skywards and staring as the weapon enlarged itself to match the idea he had in his mind. The sword glowed with golden light and grew to have a blade of almost sixteen feet, much longer and thicker, the weapon increasing even its weight... *And I wonder how much power it has to have a cut of it now, with so much weight and size into the equation...*
"Thank you... It's a wonderful gift." Ha said gently, smiling to her widely as he made Wyvern shrink back to its original size, putting it back down softly on the cushions.
"I just wish I could do more..." Diana dismissed his thanks gently, smiling widely, before he carefully tackled her down over his chest and stared into her eyes.
"You already did even too much... We both know you'll have troubles for coming and breaking Heaven's laws... And you helped me so much." He said gently, his voice low and deep, seductive, making her purr in interest as she looked at him with a grin growing over her features, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I was wondering..." He continued, grinning a bit as he leisurely caressed her hair and cheek. "...if there's something that I could do for you, instead..." He suggested, arching his eyebrow in a playful question, which made her smile widely.
"You know... I've been dreaming of you for the last four million years... And there's so much I know you could do for me..." She replied, her tone equally suggestive, even as she blushed a bit while her hands stroked down along his powerful, muscular chest and a purr grew out of her throat as their muzzles touched and he grinned.
"Just tell me what you'd like... first." Killer teased, and Diana leaned hungrily forwards, taking his face in her hands and kissing him passionately, hungrily, ravenous just as Alexis, or perhaps even more, now that she had four million years of hungry waiting to be rewarded...
Their mouths wrestled for long time, and he was amazed at the way she ravenously touched his form, squeezed into his musculature with impressive hunger, and even as she blushed as always as he stared down at her, feeling his body reacting to hers and feeling hers reacting to his, she continued to show her absolute need for him, to push and grind against him, her tunic masking nothing of her otherwise bare body at the contact...
And he stared into her eyes as she looked at him, both knowing what she wanted, their eyes saying so far more than they could have with words as he hugged her in his huge arms and squeezed into her form gently, rolling on top and affectively posing her down to lay on her back on the mountain of cushions.
"You better to get rid of that tunic, if you need it. I'll rip it, if you aren't fast enough." Killer teased, and Diana panted, closing her eyes in anticipation as her dreams were finally made true, after so many years of one Heaven that for her had just been a golden prison, an incomplete paradise that couldn't offer anything worth to fill the hole in her life that was Killer's absence.
"You get rid of those boxers before you tatter them..." She countered teasingly. "And I think there's another little something I can do for you..."
Killer snorted laughter at that, but straightened a bit and quickly pushed down his black boxers as he felt that, indeed, his growing erection was already starting to rip the fabric as his gargantuan member pushed domineeringly against the already far too tight underwear... He was only halfway in the process when the poor garment was defeated, the fabric ripping noisily in two useless parts that fell along his powerful legs as his immense black shaft was revealed, Diana staring at him with a gape as his still mostly flaccid but obscenely gargantuan member fell down to slap her belly, making her grunt with its sheer weight as the huge snake of veiny black flesh reached all the way up to her breasts.
She stared as his huge member twitched a couple of times and started to quickly grow and harden up as he grinned at her stunned look, reaching down to leisurely stroke his enormous cock as it grew towards its full, astonishing glory, throbbing powerfully as it rapidly took on the consistence of titanium, standing like a giant tower in front of the much smaller angelic female, frozen in the frightening shadow of his maleness.
She quickly moved to get out of her tunic, but her eyes stayed locked on him for the whole time as he rested one hand on his hip and leisurely stroked his now fully erected, gargantuan member with the other. His member was titanic, and the fact he was now a full eighteen-six feet tall gave a scale of just how huge his penis was, as it towered all the way up to his chest, reaching most likely up to his chin and not so far away from being four feet wide. She felt her heart nearly stopping in front of such display of virile might.
It was a godlike sight... Rather, she couldn't really say she had seen anything that could match him, not even between the angels and gods. He radiated power, even as he idly stroked himself and grinned with his head slightly, teasingly tilted to the side. His Mohawk, which also made him look even taller and more imposing, was far better than any crown, and it inspired a reverent fear of his determination and strength. His grin, and the light in his sapphire eyes, the left one marked with that scar, was pure impudence, self-confidence and challenge. No matter how modest he acted... he knew his power. He knew he was superior in so many ways... And through his eyes, a potential rival could see that immediately, like a sentence without appeal.
And now that he was naked, showing himself in all of his magnificence, she smiled to herself at the awareness she could have staid there, looking at him forever. His musculature was sheer, overwhelming power... His cock, was a masculinity so domineering and powerful to be frightening. Just staring at it, she couldn't help but purr, deeply, needing, throaty voice worshipping him from afar like he was a god as she felt her vagina tremble with a mix of terror and sheer, unstoppable longing. His goliath penis towered over a pair of testicles more than proportionate, huge and heavy with the overabundance of his precious essence, and the sight of his gargantuan, white-furred sac only made her feel more need, as she craved for what she had dreamed for million of years and found out just how much majestic the reality was compared with her already glorious fantasies and memories... *And gods... he looks even better and greater so close...*
"Gods, Killer... so huge..." She moaned quietly out, her cheeks reddening furiously, and her eyes betraying a bit of uncertainty as she threw her tunic aside and rested naked in front of him, her expression telling clearly that she feared to not be worth of him and of the other girls he could have if just he wanted to...
But Killer eased those fears away, eyeing her bare, black furred feminine body with interest and appreciation, murring a bit as he smiled in affective, reassuring approbation.
"I am..." He said quietly, grinning a bit. "A lot more than I was the last time, Diana..."
"So I see..." She replied with a smile as her eyes roved over him in rapture.
He calmly advanced, kneeling over her, one huge, muscular leg on either side of her body, enormous testicles much larger than her head brushing heavily over her belly as she stared upwards at his stunning obsidian tower of flesh, her eyes tracing over a complex map of thick veins that pulsated to feed with blood the powerfully throbbing member of the giant male.
"So... You said you wanted to do something more for me, I believe..." He suggested teasingly, and Diana nodded quickly, waking up from her craving trance and moving quietly her hand with a rotation of her wrist... And Killer saw a yardstick in her fingers, sure that a moment before there was nothing.
"I know you have been curious in the last days..." She purred affectively, smiling as she pushed herself up to set the yardstick against the enormous, thick base of the gigantic cock of the male, who grinned down at her and continued to leisurely stroke himself as the angel nuzzled into his diamond-hard flesh and noisily, hungrily inhaled his potent scent, which was absolutely intoxicating around his domineering sex.
She let her senses fill up of him, only of him, as she drank in the sight of his body and the scent of his manliness, as she let herself shiver with the fear he inspired, with the arousal he caused. She let his presence alone dominate her just like he was her owner and she was his slave to toy with, and she filled her mind and heart with the feelings he awakened into her. *Four million years waiting... And he's worth every second... I'd wait one billion, for this...*
She flushed, her cheeks burning red as she so slavishly, sluttishly submitted herself to his whim, but this don't slowed her down as she pushed the end of the measuring tape - how tiny her hands looked over that divine pillar of obsidian flesh! - against the thick base of his cock, against the protruding cum-channel that was without exaggerations thicker than her arm, and she delicately kept the tape in place with a loving, feminine slender hand as she started unrolling the tape, stretching it along his hugeness as her eyes widened and gleamed, her breath becoming a panting as he put a huge hand over her head and his fingers twirled dominatingly into her hair... But gently, so gently... He wasn't treating her like a slave, no... Nothing of that. It was love, made manifest after so many years had passed from when she had been his favourite, from when he had made her pregnant and generated Riaku. A love different from the one he had for Alexis, of course... She knew it so well... But nonetheless, love. He was there for her... And he was promising, with the words and the action, that he would have always been there for her. In peace like in war. In health and in sickness. And whatever was needed to do in order to protect her, he would have done without a hesitation.
She looked up at him with love and adoration in her eyes, and his own smiled back at her with that renewed promise, and a new, even greater gratitude. He wasn't going to forget that she had broken the rules of even Heaven, disobeyed to even God to come and see him... He wasn't going to forget that her love and faith had been total and unfazed by even four million years. He wasn't going to forget the help she had given him, the warning she had brought. And he was ready to fight back Hell, Heaven, the gods themselves, to protect her and keep faith to his promises. She loved that of him, between so many things: his word was law, and no matter the risks, he was ready to anything in order to protect his dear ones. He never backed off.
Finally, Diana stared breathlessly at the measuring tape, having reached the top of Killer's titanic member as he smirked at the sheer amount of tape she had had to unroll... And the black female kissed his shaft hungrily before she looked at him pettishly and meowed: "Curious, big boy...?"
"Quite." He amusedly answered, grinning a bit. "Being measured this way by an angel no less makes it sweeter, besides."
"My pleasure..." She purred, smiling widely as she gave an idle, little flap of her gleaming wings. "You are a full ninety-six inches, lover... or eight feet, if you prefer. And out of the Northlands, most people are barely six feet tall..." Diana teasingly said, throwing the tape away and stroking her hands along the sides of his enormous member as she grinned up at him.
Killer, on his part, smirked back, admittedly all too happy of how his curiosity had been satiated... And of how Diana lovingly stretched her mouth open over his immense, engorged cockhead and slurped greedily on the thick flow of potent pre that he was starting to pour generously out, her hands rubbing back and forth along his enormous length.
She murred hungrily as she suckled on his pre, the potent taste of his essence and of his flesh only arousing her more, making her shiver with a desire so strong that it seemed impossible to satisfy... But Diana knew he was going to.
The angel-tigress moved her hands to her bosom, squeezing her breasts lustfully as she moved forwards, arching her back a bit to push her firm swells on his gigantic shaft, massaging her soft flesh against his steel-hard, obsidian one and pushing her whole body up and down along his enormous length as she almost squatted to please him as much as she could, grinding her chest and abdomen against his goliath cock as she felt his colossal testicles weight against her centre, her hot, craving juices coating his white-furred sack with a warm invitation...
And Killer, seating with his back slightly arched and his legs spread in a V, let his head rest and tilt backwards with a murr of pleasure through his grinning fangs, one hand holding her head and guiding her gently and the other squeezing one of her buttocks with appreciation as she quietly moaned in delight.
She slurped over his pre, her tongue lovingly lapping at his thick, powerful flesh and her mouth stretching open as much as she could manage, jaws noisily -and probably painfully- popping open to the extreme as she hungrily dived forwards to take his immense, engorged head into her warm mouth as her tongue darted agilely from side to side, then slowly lapped up to the flare of his massive head, making him groan in delight and gently squeeze her skull in his thick fingers...
He stared with a grinning murr at the way her cheeks bulged obscenely with the sizes of his member, and idly realized that she truly shouldn't be able to fit him into her so-small and oh so tight mouth. For the first time that night, he wondered if the magic of being an angel allowed her... a superior flexibility. Because he could tell from the way her muzzle, and now throat as well bulged with his sheer hugeness, that another girl would have already have her jaws shattered.
"How do you...?" He asked quietly, before he grunted in delight and licked his lips slowly at the sudden, almost electric shiver of pleasure she sent up along his spine with the impossible but incredibly lustful movements of her tongue against his thick member as she dived forwards a few more inches, his cock making her neck swell as it invaded her throat, deeper and deeper. Her gulping, gagging, choking noises were almost hard to listen to, another proof that she was doing a stunt that would have killed her if she wasn't... well, already dead. But she looked up at him from around his member with a reassuring smile in her eyes, and he thought to hear a much different noise between the others... Almost like she had tried to said to let her go, to let her try.
He gladly accomplished, squeezing her skull in his hand when she pushed her head forwards once more, her tongue lapping hungrily at his immense shaft as it invaded her body and pushed even deeper down her throat, and he growled in lust at the burning hot pleasure that came from his member as it happily, powerfully throbbed inside her, trapped in an almost painfully tight embrace: her mouth felt far too small around his gargantuan cock, and he felt astonishing pleasure from that wet, squeezing tightness. Her throat was even tighter, and her muscles contracted, flexed and gagged against the invader, massaging his shaft in such delightful way that he could only define it 'heavenly'.
He growled lustfully as she shut her eyes tight and stretched her mouth even more, pushing forwards, rolling her tongue out to lavish slobber upon the shaft as its prodigious length claimed more and more and more and more of her throat, inches after inches disappearing down into her.
Killer grinned in amazed delight as he tangled a hand in her hair and rolled her head back and forth with an ounce of his crushing strength. The filthy noises of a throat attempting to reverse itself filled the room as the huge male liger fed her what must have been half of him, great tendrils of silver and white pouring from her lips, connecting breasts to chin to lip to massive black shaft. And Killer grinned and shut his eyes in delight as he ascertained that while most girls could barely stay conscious enduring such a ravaging in their throat, Diana amazingly reached out to caress and massage his gigantic balls, purring between gagging noises at their tremendous but yet sweet weight. Even as he blissfully thrusted back and forth in her throat, Diana continued to hungrily, lovingly roll and twist her tongue against his thick rod, lapping at each huge, protruding vein as drool formed and bubbled at the corners of her insanely stretched mouth, hanging in thick ropes from her lips and mixing with his dense pre as it flowed copiously down into her, filling her mouth, her throat, sloshing around his member as he gently but powerfully moved and guided her head with his hand.
Diana moaned quietly, a groan of deep, satiated lust purring out of her stuffed throat, the sound of bliss of someone who, after long and torturing travel in the desert, quenches the thirst with precious, delicious water... And Killer let her hear his own groan of delight as he twirled his fingers gently into her hair and rubbed affectively at her head even as he powerfully buried his enormous length into her, looking blissfully down to his gigantic obsidian cock as it came out of her mouth shining with her drool and his pre before it sunk back down in her ravenous, tight passage, grinning as he felt her fangs gently rub against his steel hardness, teasing him even further.
He looked down at her with his eyes that showed unusual affection... something that only Alexis normally got from him, and she looked back up at him with love, and a lustful gratitude in her gaze as her ruby eyes gleamed happily. And he smiled, nodding softly as he slowly pulled back, moving many, many inches of his gigantic cock out of her mouth with easy movements of his hips, murring in delight at the sight of his shaft shining with drool and pre like a polished ornament, loving how saliva and thick precum dripped out all around and hung down in long ropes every time his monster came free into the air, before he pushed back into her, lustfully listening to her hopeless chocking and gagging, relieved of the fact that Diana seemed unfazed by the fact she couldn't breathe because of his cock cramming her up so completely. *Angels evidently don't need to breathe...*
Diana moved one of her hands up his powerful, rippled abdomen, rubbing lovingly over his bulging musculature even as she suckled on his giant cock, her fingers reaching up to brush his enormous, rock-hard masculine chest as her other hand squeezed a colossal testicle teasingly, hungrily, the angel moaning at the feeling of such enormous orb, so vast that her hand encompassed only a small part of the rippled surface... Her palm needingly caressed the white, silky fur of his sac, rubbing the enormous sperm tank below, feeling the thick veins that protruded even over his all-male balls, strengthening the impression that his testicles were so huge they were almost going to explode out of his own sac. And the weight... the sheer weight made her shiver and melt her needing sex in a lustful mess of juices of desire as her bicep bulged at the attempt of lifting just one of his pendulous, enormous balls with her hand as she moaned at the burning heat coming from the gallons of his purest essence, contained there, so close to her touch.
She could not help but seize one in both hands, grunting slightly from around his omnipotent organ, amazed at the way both her arms flexed just to lift his giant testicle. There must have been enough seed in one of those orbs to drown a leviathan, and the need to feel him come filled her up with heat, like a rising spire.
Her tongue reflected her need as it rolled and circled in impossible, delightful laps against his black, potent flesh, making him growl deeply in rising pleasure, the much smaller angel shivering with an almost electric wave of pleasure shaking her spine as his voice matched the sheer masculine forces that were his towering cock and his dangling all-male balls, each orb so much bigger than her head. Killer straightened a bit, releasing a deep, growling murr that was a warning that added itself to the feeling of his cock stiffening and bulging even greater and harder into her mouth, stretching her muzzle even more as her cheeks already bulged impossibly out with his sheer immensity. The huge male spread his legs a bit, both of his hands reaching up to seize the back of her skull from the two sides as he pistoned his immense length faster and harder in and out of her muzzle, tilting his head backwards with a growl of delight as he arched his back, making his gigantic musculature bulge out and Diana's eyes bulged out as she hungrily looked at the harmony of power that his body was, even as he pulled her head forwards to meet his thrusts, guiding her along his colossal black shaft.
And then, with a deafening roar of pure conquest and power, he buried himself down into her throat, his enormous member spearing all the way into her stomach as her face and neck bulged obscenely with his sheer sizes, and he erupted his burning hot, huge load into her.
Diana's eyes bulged and stared straight ahead, focusing like lasers on his spectacular abdominals without really seeing them, or anything else: sight had lost importance for the moment, as other senses overwhelmed her. His load was going to be massive beyond understanding, proportional to the massive virility it came from: she felt his first blast explode into her with such might that, wasn't for his hands still squeezing her skull in his hold, she would have been burst off him, slammed away by the sheer strength of his jet of burning hot seed. It felt like someone had crammed in her throat a whole battery of artillery and now was firing all the pieces at once: the thick, dense cum filled her stomach up in no time, and still he fired off so much of his precious essence that she felt it surge up along his enormous, pistoning member until she coughed around his flesh, thick seed blasting out of her mouth from the intense, building up pressure, even as stretched mouth sealed so smugly over his rod that it felt incredible that something else could force its way out... His own seed burst out of her mouth and splattered over her face, along his legs and over his crotch, abdominals and enormous testicles: she stared at this in amazement, astonished by the sheer amount of his semen, which had already coated most of her face and of his gigantic balls, from where it dripped down to the floor, thick ropes of cum connecting her face and his abdomen...
And her eyes widened in stunned admiration when he started to pull back out of her, still hosing seed into her in one endless jet, which filled her up so much that she felt his cum explode out of even her nostrils... And the most shocking awareness was that this was still just the first of his blasts, which, alone, was lasting seconds and seconds, bursting out gallons of his semen.
Finally, his endless anaconda of black flesh emerged out of her, drenched in his own white cum and connected to the mess of her face and mouth by ropes of thick, dense cum the thickness of fingers or more, his blast still hosing her in a continuous flood that filled effortlessly her open mouth.
Her two hands reached up for his cannon immediately, joining his much bigger one on the sperm-drenched member as he stroked himself powerfully, aiming his cock over the much smaller angel laying in front of his huge, powerful body. Killer felt ecstasy in his whole being. He felt almost omnipotent, seeing an angel, no less, bathing blissfully in his seed, as finally his first blast ended and the second jet was fired, even greater, plastering of white, sticky cum Diana, literally from head to toe, even as his blast crossed effortlessly the whole tent and knocked down several objects he didn't care to identify before his semen splattered against the thick fabric of the tent.
More and more blasts followed, and the sheer power of his orgasm, something never before tried, added even more to his ecstasy. Added to the fact that Diana was there, after all those years... still loving him like the last time they had been together... and, angel or not, she was ravenous like he had never though she could have ever been.
His climax lasted literally minutes. Many, but no one of the two would have managed to say how many as stood there, panting and staring at one another for what felt like half an hour; he down his grinning muzzle, and her through a thick, heavy mask of cum which was heavy on her eyelids even after she had scoped away a few handful of his semen, his essence clinging to her cheeks, dripping out of her soaked hair, and caked in thick sheets of frosting on her breasts and on her whole body, with so much dense cum weighting on her wings that both doubted she would have been able to fly in that moment. And just to add to that, nothing in the vast, palace-like tent seemed to have been left untouched: cum was plastered even on the ceiling, and several large objects had been knocked down in puddles of seed, the nearest one being a heavy carafe of silver that had been seating on top of a low table now drenched in white semen.
"Wow..." Killer breathed stupidly, smirking down at Diana as she smiled a gaping, astonished smile. She was obviously stunned, but the funny thing was that he was quite surprised as well: after all, it was the first time he had occasion to have an erection, and everything that followed, from when he had grown up to his new sizes a few days before, by absorbing a tremendous amount of dark energy from Vera in their duel. So, it was a bit of a surprise for him as well.
Diana tried to find words to whisper to him, gasping for breath as she still gulped down thick load after thick load of the male's powerful ambrosia, longing for words, for one spare thought. But she couldn't find any to describe what had just happened... She thought, anyway, that their eyes had traded the concept with much greater efficiency than any word would have ever managed, and she could already feel the gigantic head of his cock teasingly rolling against her tight sex, and that pretty much erased any thought from her mind as she bathed in the ecstasy of being his. Of being about to be satisfied after four million years of longing.
He had finished off his orgasm by blasting his last gigantic loads over her tiny gates, providing her the lube needed, and now the engorged, rounded tip of his spear of flesh moved slowly up and down as he breathed quietly, pinning her to the cum-drenched cushions with the greatest possible gentleness as he rocked his potent hips slowly, thrusting not into her yet but over her swollen, craving lips, spreading his own hot, slick seed over her and letting her feel just how immense he was.
He let him prepare herself for him, and admittedly he prepared himself: it seemed impossible that he could force his goliath penis into her slender, so much smaller body without ripping her apart and tear her inside out... She had reassured him, said that just like her mouth had done the impossible feat of welcoming him, her body was going to do the same... *But it's not like I'm not nervous... I'll never fit without breaking her in two...*
He didn't backed out, through, nor did he shown his doubts. Not out of egoism, for the burning desire he had for her, but because he was going to give her whatever she wished, from now on. And as he smiled softly down at her, looking fondly over the little angel as she bucked back against him, tugging him impatiently towards her by his enormous, muscular shoulders and moaning quietly, eyes half-lidded with dreaming bliss as he rolled the thick, gigantic head of his shaft against her vagina over and over. And it didn't matter the fact she also trembled with fear at the feeling of just how immense he was... she spread her legs as wide as she could, and pushed her crotch up against his member with ravenous need, and let him know exactly what she wanted.
"Please..." She moaned softly.
She groaned quietly as he slowly pulled back and straightened a bit, one hand reaching down to grasp his thick shaft and guide it slowly against her tight, sealed passage as she hold her legs up and tried to spread them even wider, panting in need and then groaning softly once more as she felt the titanic pressure of his member touching her sensitive vagina, the gigantic obsidian tower sending shivers of need and delight as the simple contact caused her an amazing, pleasurable feeling of satisfaction. Now, her desire for the huge male that had filled her dreams for her whole life and for her immortal existence as angel overrode all the fear she had of his monstrous hugeness and for his power. Just like shortly before, when she had deepthroated him, well aware that he could have effortlessly killed her in so many ways - either by crushing her skull, breaking her face away simply by fucking her muzzle with an ounce of his might, suffocating her or drowning her in his seed or filling her stomach up with his essence until it burst open... - she placed her existence in his hands, giving herself entirely to him.
Diana gazed up to his icy sapphire eyes, which looked back with affection and the awareness of just how entirely she was giving up herself to him, the huge male smiling gently down at her as she gaped a bit at the pleasure that came from the male's immensity being so tenderly toyed over her soaked gates as her hands laced around his neck in absolute need, tugging him gently once more.
"Please..." She breathed again, and one of her hands moved over his potent shoulder to come to his front, to stroke and massage over his broad, masculine chest, her palms touching with awed reverence the wall of powerful muscles as her fingers traced over the profile of his musculature, up the rippling ridges and down the deep valleys of his tremendous strength.
She arched her back with a content moan and instinctively bucked enthusiastically against him as she felt the thick, enormous head of his goliath penis push forwards gently, sinking into her even so slightly and already seeming to stretch her so much as she pulled him closer and arched her back with a blissful cry as she pushed herself against him, firm breasts brushing against his powerful chest as he leaned down a bit more over her, letting their bodies grind together as they moved and panted quietly.
The huge male liger thrusted forwards again, gently, slowly, moving almost lazily as their eyes locked and the angel let out a deep, long sigh of pleasure, and even when his huge cock forced forwards, Diana only cried out gently, feeling her tight passage stretching wider and wider as he guided himself into her, not with the domineering, ramming power of muscles but with just enough of his power to gradually, lovingly take him inside, stretching but not tearing, making her body tremble powerfully against his as her arms locked around his neck with abandon and she panted in his mane while he thrusted his enormous obsidian shaft inside her.
He gazed into her enchanting ruby eyes, and she immediately reached up a hand to stroke down his cheek, smiling reassuringly even as tears started to gleam in her irises as he forced into her and widened her passage even more. But her hand rubbed gently over his face, then up into his mane, where her fingers tangled softly in the long fur, and Diana pulled him down, closer, her face expressing a desire that was a true need... And their mouths met again, hungrily searching each other's as his lips encompassed gently hers, their tongues working and battling fiercely against each other as he tasted her and his own potent seed, their eyes closing as their hands satiated the need for each other, wandering on their bodies with gentleness: hers stroking down his strong, masculine chest, one of his powerful arms moving to wrap around her body and anchor her to him as his other hand rubbed gently up her feminine belly and between her firm, plump breasts, rolling softly his palm over her cleavage before descending to grasp one of her swells and squeezing it teasingly, making her purr deeply in his mouth as their tongues danced together.
The huge male pulled slowly back, even if he had buried into her only the very head of his enormous member, and Diana released a long, drawn out hot moan that washed into his mouth and over his features as she felt him so gently and softly stretching her out, pushing his hugeness into her with the greatest possible gentleness, to give her the most pleasure while hurting her as little as possible.
He pulled back with his hips until only the very tip of his enormous member was inside her, and hot juices of want gushed out of her stretched passage, making him murr in delight at the awareness that she was already so close to her first orgasm... so close... Her juices mixed with the gallons of seed he had hosed her with, and he felt the hot moisture roll down his immense shaft before he pushed forwards again with a precise, expert move of his hips.
She rocked her body against his and her back arched, their kiss breaking as she released another long, loud and crying moan, drool falling from her agape mouth as her eyes widened and stared into his as he let out his own growl of pleasure, his hand squeezing her breast hungrily as her hard nipple pressed into his palm and he moved slowly, skillfully to roll it gently and teasingly.
His touch made her lid her eyes in bliss as she let out another breathless, soft sound of pleasure, pushing herself hungrily against him as his arm hold her close to his powerful body, Diana trying to push her chest all the more into his teasing, skilled hand, and she sighed in blissful abandon as she felt clearly that, already, a burning heat was growing steadily in her loins, and she felt only ecstasy even as he forced his immensity into her slender, much smaller body, such was his care and gentleness. And she understood that she wouldn't have resisted for much longer, as the pleasure coming from his goliath penis stretching her insanely open overcome largely even her dreams, giving her a bliss that even in Heaven she hadn't believed possible to achieve.
Soon, Killer looked down at her in pleased surprise, and he couldn't help but grin as he recognized the heat growing in her sex, and Diana panted lustfully as she felt a wonderful feeling growing from her tight passage, her breath quickening as she let out short, soft sounds of pleasure as she instinctively began to buck her hips against his monstrous black shaft, the little angel seeming to try to impale herself over his gigantic member as she rocked against the huge head as her vagina contracted and tightened even more over his hard, thick flesh.
And Killer stared into the blissful abandon that gleamed in her ruby irises as she clutched at the sperm-soaked cushions with her hands as her face turned skywards with a cry of ecstasy, a look of extreme pleasure in her eyes as her throat vibrated with rising cries of the deepest pleasure.
He met her hungry bucking with new thrusts, squeezing her closer as she pressed her body up against his muscular form, and he growled in lust as her vagina burned with her first orgasm already, her tight passage rhythmically squeezing onto his enormous member as her hot, clear juices surged from her passage and burst out free from around his girthy obsidian tower, coating her inner thighs and streaming down his black shaft.
Killer closed his eyes and couldn't help but grin, quite amazed at the rapidity with which she had reached her first climax: not so often he had lived such experiences with girls that weren't virgins... And this, anyway, was special, since Diana was special for him... And he opened one eyes to gaze passionately down at her as she panted out in the haze of ecstasy of her release: "Killer... Killer..." For a moment, she only panted blissfully, loving how his quiet thrusting and his gentle groping added even more warm pleasure to the rhapsody of her senses, and then she breathed: "Yes... yes, love... yes! Please... push inside me, love... I'll die if you don't... oh, please... I can't even imagine how much pleasure you'll give me... I want to feel you, Killer... if it's so much bliss now..."
He silently looked over her with affection, drinking of her love and of her need as she gazed up at him with gleaming eyes, her arms wrapping around his neck and tugging him forwards with passionate impatience, and they kissed again, hungrily, the huge male taking his role of domination over her as his tongue wrestled her to pin it down and invade her throat even as he thrusted forwards again, seed and juices lubricating his enormous member as it forced a few more inches into her, stretching her even wider, a thick bulge starting to appear in her crotch, rising towards her belly as he pushed himself forwards. Killer grinned widely, hearing her blissful cries with delight, listening at the way she breathed his name as now he pulled back and thrusted firmly forwards again, easily passing her stretched, destroyed gates now, burying yet some more of so many inches of gargantuan cock into her, a long, drawn out groan of pure pleasure escaping her gritted ivory fangs. "My little angel..." He breathed teasingly out. "... So much more still I can give to you..."
"I need it..." She cried out quietly in answer, their bodies now working in concert as she rocked back against him to meet his thrusts as he slowly but inexorably conquered her, forcing inches after inches of thick, monstrous obsidian shaft into her, violating the most remote and sacred depths of the angel that she was, her head rocking slowly from side to side as her wings flapped quietly in a spasm of pleasure-pain as her tight passage gave in some more and his gigantic cock claimed some more of her. "All of it..." She demanded. "I need all of you." She panted, her legs clutching around his waist and her jaws gaping open with bliss as she shut her eyes tight with each thrust, gazing into nothingness every time he pulled slowly back, her hands tangled in his mane and her whole body shivering with pleasure, her back arching at every minimum movement of the giant male as her head was thrown backwards and rocked from side to side with cries of bliss and want. Every thrust, now, lifted her whole body up from the cushions like she weighted nothing, and the muscles of the male bulged against her body with a power that made her shiver in a mix of fear, reverence and adoration.
Killer could feel an inferno of heat around his gigantic penis, her tight passage squeezing on him with surprising, almost painful pressure, their mixed juices squelching noisily at every movement of his huge rod and streaking down his member and even down his legs... And he felt clearly another hot fluid slowly streak down his monstrous shaft and rolling off his enormous testicles, dripping down his legs, sure that it was her warm, angelic blood. But much as she had stretched her, or more likely torn her open, ripping her inner fold and shattering her lips, Diana showed almost no pain at all, and the way she vociferously moved and hungrily pushed against him, reacted at his touch like it was electrical and the way she tried to willingly impale herself even more on his goliath cock, it all told him that she was in the deepest of ecstasies.
He grunted in pleasure as his cock sunk a bit more into the warm, tight embrace of her passage, feeling her inner folds squeezing and rolling and massaging all along his monstrous obsidian shaft, and she erased any doubt he may have had as she pushed herself up, and gazed needingly into his eyes, panting hard as she bucked her hips hard against him, impaling herself even more on his colossal member as she cried out again: "Don't worry for me... All of it! Please, give me all!" Killer immediately answered with a low growl of lust, pulling her down along his immense length as he thrust firmly upwards with his hips, gargantuan cock sinking even deeper into her as she shrieked in a mix of pain and ecstasy... And Killer gazed down, seeing the bulge in her belly now much larger and longer, reaching so high in her abdomen that he was sure he had pierced her insides somewhere truly deep, torn through and past her sex and into somewhere else... He knew it. He had killed with sex so many times, in so many ways... But he trusted her. He trusted Diana entirely. *She knows what she does...* She bucked firmly again, and he didn't hesitate to thrust upwards to meet her movement, powerfully shoving upwards with his gargantuan cock, his shaft alone lifting effortlessly the female up, clear off the cushions as she cried out a long, loud moan as her head fell backwards and rocked from side to side as her claws bruised his thick, muscular shoulders. The huge male growled in lust at that, and firmly pulled her downwards along his shaft as he slammed his hips forwards once more, in one last, awe-inspiring thrust, and Diana screamed in untamed ecstasy, screaming words that were impossible to understand, even if Killer caught hints of his name and several loud yes as his cock filled her up, the whole monstrous tower of 96 inches of obsidian, harder-than-steel flesh buried into her as his testicles slapped her shapely buttocks so hard to redden them immediately as she bounced with a moan from the sheer force of the impact with his immense balls, blood and juices squelching noisily and spurting in large drops all around.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! It's so fucking huge!" Diana cried out between loud, breathless pants, and Killer almost laughed between his own pants as he gazed amusedly down at her. *Not exactly the words you expect from an angel...* She looked back up at him as they panted together, with a gleam of lust and pleasure in her eyes that reminded him of Alexis, such was the ravenous quality in her look... And her pants grew immediately lustful and high with pleasure as he slowly moved and started to draw back out before he thrust forwards again, hilting once more with a loud, squelching slap of flesh on flesh, his gigantic testicles slamming on her anus wetly, striking like wrecking-balls and making her whole body bounce a bit as she panted breathlessly.
"Gods... oh, gods..." She moaned softly out, before her melodious voice turned into a loud, almost screaming groan as she felt yet another orgasm striking her already, coming from that single thrust. She blushed intensely, but she couldn't control herself in any way as waves of burning pleasure washed over her again and again as he now started up a strong, rhythmical pounding that saw him drawing out almost half of his immense shaft before pistoning himself back in her depths over and over again... And she moaned blissfully as for the second time her senses took the upper hand and her tight passage constricted rhythmically against Killer's pounding member, her juices washing down his tremendous length once again as she shivered in delirious pleasure. Killer gazed at her with delight as she come with such ecstatic pleasure, and she rocked her head from side to side as she came so hard that she thought that some of her hair must have fallen out.
"Sorry..." Diana panted out softly when her orgasm began to slowly subside, leaving her panting and shivering in the aftermath, her hands clutching at the cushions so hard that she had torn into them. "I'm not... I'm not being a great lover, I know..." She said quietly, the blush on her cheeks increasing, but he smiled and leaned down to nuzzle her reassuringly before kissing her cheek.
"Not true... I'm loving it." He reassured her with a grin, and Diana smiled at him happily, even if she staid crimson on her face, her breath harsh as he thrust his immense member in and out of her slowly, lovingly, but powerfully, so powerfully that she shivered at the thought of just how strong he was, as he kept a steady, strong rhythm as the angel bounced and worked back against him, letting out loud, drawn-out sounds of pleasure.
It could have been easily agony, and probably anyone looking at the way her belly bulged with the shape of his enormous cock every time he thrust forwards to bury into her depths, red, warm blood streaking slowly down his tremendous shaft would have said that he was killing her... But Diana, with whatever magic she possessed as Angel, seemed to be unfazed by the fact that his member was apparently filling her up all the way, like she was hollow inside... And the moans she released were unmistakably of pleasure.
His hand continued to tease and squeeze her firm breasts as his other hand, wrapped around her, pulled her closer, just like her own arms, locked for dear life around his neck, tugged him closer with insatiable need, her eyes staring at his, ruby and sapphire both burning with flames of desire and want as the female nuzzled him gratefully, kissed and pecked and nipped at his muzzle and at his throat, expressing her love, ecstasy and gratitude in every way possible as she rocked her body against him, in tandem with his movements, trying to put all of her strength in the act as she tried to show she was worth of his overwhelming power, her jaw hanging agape with the bliss as her head rocked from side to side and her whole body bounced with the strength of his thrusts, with the force of his gigantic testicles that smacked into her buttocks again and again as his thick, gigantic cock pierced into her over and over, stretching her, ripping her, destroying her and rebuilding her anew with pleasure as even the pain and the blood only added to their bliss.
She wondered just how she could stay conscious under his thrusts as he mounted her gently, and yet revealing such crushing power. Drool fell from her gaping mouth, and her eyes bulged as she saw the enormous bulge that was his cock reshaping her belly every time he pushed into her most remote depths, and she felt exotic, amazing pleasure at the awareness that, despite the blood that reddened his colossal tower of meat, she wasn't in danger, and the pain she felt was only a part of a billion sensations that only added to an harmony of ecstasy that was leaving her consciousness hazed by bliss. She stared past the wall of bulging, titanium-hard muscles of his body to let her eyes admire his gargantuan shaft when he pulled back out, staring with exotic amazement at the way five or more feet of obscenely-thick, tremendously huge veiny shaft surged out of her ravaged passage, mixed juices and blood drenching his flesh and dripping everywhere and hanging in thick ropes before he forced into her again, their crotched slapping wetly and loudly together, his cock sinking back into her with its own wet, loud squish and his testicles smacking into her reddened butt with enough strength to make her bounce.
"I... I think you are... fucking my brain out of me..." She moaned, and the huge male grinned. He took pleasure from everything, in that ride... Even from the sheer surprise of hearing an angel vocalize her pleasure with such... richness of details.
Other pleasure, lighter, but beautiful, came to her from his expert touch as he toyed with her breast and played expertly with her hard nipples, his fingers working skillfully against her body and his mouth every now and then licking and nipping down her throat and over her chest... And she felt the heat in her loins once again rise and overcome every limit, every possibility of control, and she understood from his grin and his even stronger thrusting that he had felt it as well, and with the pleasure coming from the giant male and his titanic cock buried inside her, her new orgasm rose with force thousands of times greater than before.
She shut her eyes tight, and he heard her calling his name over and over again between cries of pleasure that got louder and louder, rising into screams of ecstasy that he welcomed by thrusting with even more power, drilling into her depths with thrusts that were harder, faster, harder, stronger, rocking the whole tent with each powerful shove now, as Diana sunk slightly into the earth below, having long been sunk into the mountain of cushions by his pounding as he worked now more than half of his virile immensity in and out of her.
She bucked back against him frantically, out of time with his powerful thrusts, delirious with ecstasy as she seized his thick, muscular shoulder as hard as she could manage, her knuckles becoming white such was the strength she applied as her back arched so much he feared she would have broken in half, and she shut her eyes tight as she voiced a shriek of pure bliss, feeling her orgasm hit once more.
Killer growled in delight, Diana shrieked in ecstasy, and rocked herself powerfully against him, her vagina contracting and clenching over his enormous shaft with such strength it actually hurt, but much as her sex squeezed into his steel-hardness, he only grinned and murred in pleasure, and his pounding continued, merciless, and It seemed that each new, miniscule length of her passage that he ravaged held an orgasm waiting to happen, and when it would, that echoed with shuddering climaxes back down every inch. Her juices rushed down her passage with incredible force, making Killer murr in delight at the feeling of the fluids sloshing around his huge member, before they exploded out of her, further lubricating him as his thick cock shoved into her over and over again.
Finally, he felt his own orgasm growing with greater and greater power and heat, and he instinctively know he had by now little control left over himself as he slammed himself powerfully back and forth, growling in rising delight at the feeling of her incredible tightness, at the way her passage continued to convulse and clench and contract around him even as her orgasm had subsided, and his muscles bulged powerfully as he forced himself even stronger in that white hot, burning embrace as Diana writhed and moaned in her own bliss beneath him, clutching at his waist with her legs, at his neck with her arms, pushing against him, grinding against his body in love and need, shivering in the pleasure he was giving her, even as he took her so powerfully.
He stood up, straightening in the tent and effortlessly lifting the angel up with his gigantic cock buried into her to the hilt, sustaining her weight with just his huge, powerful member, making her groan in abandon and bliss at the feeling of his gargantuan shaft shifting inside her, seeming to penetrate her even deeper, impaling her completely as she felt her legs dangle down along his... And she moaned quietly, willingly putting all of her remaining strength in the effort of lifting her bare feet up, carefully placing them over the strong, deadly spikes that jutted from his knees, shutting her eyes tightly as she purred at the amazing feeling of the immense tower of flesh inside her as she began to move, to squat up and down along his monstrous shaft, moaning out in pleasure at every little movement, and gazing into his eyes with love...
He looked at this for a few instants, drinking in the feeling and in the sight both of the angel eagerly, hungrily even impaling herself on his goliath penis, before he reached his hands gently up and squeezed affectively into her hips, helping her exhausted body, effortlessly moving her up and down his shaft, both of them groaning in delight as their eyes hungrily watched each other: hers drinking of the flex of his enormous muscles, his bathing in the sight of her body bulging and flexing each time she lowered herself and impaled the enormous member in her depths.
He began to move her faster up and down, and in the same time he started to thrust upwards with his hips to meet her movements, his gigantic shaft penetrating her again and again, the giant liger burying himself to the hilt in the much smaller angel as she eagerly, hungrily worked back against him, their joined efforts making her whole body bounce, her breasts jiggling and jumping on her chest with each of his powerful, quickening shoves upwards as his masculine, deep growls and grunts mixed with her feminine, breathless moans of pleasure, making an harmony of bliss for the two, the fleshy sounds of his penis striking deep into her only adding to their feelings.
He felt his orgasm grow rapidly, now, his harder-than-steel cock stiffening up and hardening even more as the heat in his gigantic testicles spread to his whole, enormous member, his climax rising and drawing nearer and nearer... But before him, it was Diana who reached yet one more orgasm, her vagina beginning to flex and clench around him once more, with amazing force. She shrieked in ecstasy as her passage sealed again and again around his penis as her precious fluids were released from deep inside her.
It was the final push he needed to go over the edge, as he felt the strong, tight, almost painful clenching of her sex and the wash of juices that flooded along his already well lubricated shaft like a blissful waterfall, and he his thrusts grew even faster, Diana bouncing over him, up and down, with every one of his movements, and she let out loud cry after loud cry of pleasure, which rose into a true, loud scream of awed, immense passion as she felt his thick, huge load explode into her, enormous, strong, hot. It seemed to fill her whole being with warmth as her passage was filled up rapidly with his purest essence as he blasted out loads that felt even greater than the ones she had experienced early, if possible. She closed her eyes dreamingly as her screams of pleasure born from her throat and rose as a praise to his skills, power and experience, delightfully feeling his muscles bulge with power as he arched his back and flexed with a loud, domineering roar, his hands continuing to guide her body effortlessly up and down in the long journey along his gigantic shaft as gallons of his seed blasted into her, over and over again, making her shiver.
He pumped out more and more jets of his hot, sticky seed, the small female crammed full of his essence from long time already, his cum bursting out of her ravaged passage and splattering on their legs, coating his enormous testicles, dripping down to the floor, hanging in thick ropes from the stretched, torn lips of her sex and forming a huge puddle on the floor beneath as Diana bounced over his massive length, bowing forwards as her breasts jumped on her chest and her body was pistoned up and down the immense length.
And finally, after many minutes, after what was for them an eternity of pure bliss, he kneeled again and deposed her gently on the cushions... But he didn't pull out, continuing to slowly thrust in and out of her, as the two gazed in each other's eyes with love.
"Thank you..." Diana whispered gently after a few moments, reaching up a hand to stroke his cheek lovingly, arching her back to push up and kiss at his throat before she nuzzled him affectively. And he smiled back at her softly, before he bent down over her, grinding gently against her body with his masculine, much larger one, before moving his lips over hers and kiss her passionately.
It wasn't sex, no... It was much more than that. It was love they were making, after so much time of regretting, after so many times they had wished things could go differently from them... But now, finally, they were making up to each other. He was being for her the affectionate lover she had always desired, and she was aware that, much as he loved her, it was Alexis the one he had in his heart... But now, now she knew, and she understood it. And everything was fine. There are many kinds of love, after all... And she felt so lucky with what she had. She loved him. He loved her.
Not in the same way, of course... his heart was Alexis's...
But it did not matter.
*He loves me. This is the only thing that matters.*
Alexis entered the tent some minutes later, a knowing grin already on her wonderful features, and she just grinned wider when she looked around to see the devastation of precious cups of silver and gold, and any other kind of furniture that had all been splattered with impossible amounts of seed, and knocked down and damaged by the sheer force of the blasts. *Impossible if you don't know Killer...* And she was unsurprised to see him turn towards her with a grin over his shoulder as he heard the soft noise of her tall, high-heeled boots approaching. He admittedly loved her wearing those... Black boots made of lucid leather and that wrapped tight around her perfect, breath-catching legs all the way up to almost half her thighs, and with heels of stunning height. More adequate to a hot date one night than to fighting, common sense would say... But Alexis's elegance and balance were something difficult to understand. She didn't walk. She paraded with divine grace on a cushion of air. Heels or not, there was nothing she couldn't do. And the boots had been reinforced with steel for more effective use in battle, anyway.
Killer looked at her with adoration, and drank of her beauty with loving need, adoring the look she had... She was a mix of divine beauty and cruelty of war, the signs of the battle just ended evident on her body, her black jacket gone, her pants tattered in a few places, her upper body bare if not for the little-covering black leather bra that fit smugly on her huge, firm breasts. She was a vision irresistible.
"The Praetorians and Murray are out here, defending the tent." She announced, unfazed by the way Diana blushed at the awareness that they had heard everything. "They saw you bring an angel inside, and they understood it was better to leave you freedom." She added with a grin, before she looked to Diana and cheerfully held up a hand in a salute. "Hi, Diana."
"Hi..." The angel responded quietly, a mix of fear, surprise and embarrassment on her features, so much that she did not notice that the ligeress, who had clearly never seen her before, knew perfectly who she was.
The two lovers traded a grin and a wink, and then Alexis stretched her strong arms up and moved away the sheathed, huge Blue Vixen from her shoulder, dropping it with gentleness on the floor of the tent, grinning as she once more looked around herself, taking in the amazing sight of the devastation caused by nothing else than his orgasm, and of the sheer amount of seed that was splattered everywhere.
She let out a soft, amused whistle of appreciation, and then walked to Killer's side and looked down at his crotch, licking her lips and grinning to him as they looked at each other with the corner of their eyes, sapphire mirroring sapphire. "Oh, my..." The blond femme fatale teasingly said as she looked with interest at the gargantuan sizes of Killer's member. Even for her, it was the first time she saw him in action after the events of Sangin.
Killer and Alexis traded another grin at that, and then turned as Diana, blushing furiously, looked up at Alexis with a mix of admiration and reverence for the strong, awesome body of the much taller female, and fear because she was currently being banged by her husband.
"Alexis, I..." The angel stammered, but the blond femme fatale grinned amusedly and shook a hand dismissively.
"Fine, fine... I just regret I wasn't the first one trying the new Killer." The blond femme fatale said, nuzzling the huge male lovingly and purring teasingly. "Gods, you are such a thing. 96 inches of pure male... That's, like, a forbidden weapon of mass destruction."
"I... I'll cure your wounds too... and... I must enchant your sword, as well, Alexis... And explain you everything..." The angel said meekly and nervously, hurried by her tasks, but the blond ligeress shook her head with a soft and slightly amused smile.
"I know everything already. I read minds, remember...? And for the rest, there's time later." The femme fatale stated calmly, before she reached down a hand to squeeze the exposed part of titanic black shaft that Killer wasn't pushing inside Diana at the moment, and Alexis grinned suggestively. "More urgent, I'd like to see if there's some sugar for me, as well..."
"There is." Killer grinned, squeezing her against his side with a huge, muscular arm, and kissing her passionately as she wrapped her arms around his waist and ground against him lovingly, even as she moved to lift a long, wonderful leg over his gargantuan member and saddle his titanic, girthy length, seating on his immense cock and slowly, teasingly rubbing back and forth on his veiny goliath. She squeezed the sides of his monstrous shaft with her inner thighs and she stroked her boiling hot crotch over the top of his tremendous rod of flesh, letting him feel just how hot and wet she was rapidly getting as they kissed, rubbing chest to chest... and when their lips departed for a moment, she breathed: "It'll be like losing virginity to you... Again." |
Lion King : Pride United part 6 by lionkingmaster | This is a calm down story with a twisted end - We left off at valtry attacking karo In the grasslands (Valtry hits karo knocking him sensless)No mom stop leave him alone(Jewel jumps on valtry knocking her off)Stop...(kovu roars and walks toward jewel)Who are you and what are you doing in my | [
"Lion",
"Lioness",
"Love",
"Violence"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463922-lion-king-pride-united-part-6 | We left off at valtry attacking karo
In the grasslands
(Valtry hits karo knocking him sensless)No mom stop leave him alone(Jewel jumps on valtry knocking her off)Stop...(kovu roars and walks toward jewel)Who are you and what are you doing in my pridelands. I'm jewel and i am mate to your son. Who did this to kiara. I did kovu.why did you do that to her. (Nala walks in front of the lioness) It was kiara's idea to fight. Fight who. This lioness.(Kovu looks at jewel with disapointment)Lioness why would you do this to kiara. Me and har have a complicated past.(Jewel has tears in her eye's)Jewel its not yo
ur fault.(Nala nuges jewel)Your mom and kiara had a complicated past. Excuse me nala but i'm talking to this young lioness. Yes king but here me out jewel is the victim. Really because from were I'm standing kiara looks like the the victim. She was just defending herself. K...o..v..u(kiara calls for kovu)I engaged the fight jewel just did what she had to. Ok kiara(kovu flips kiara on his own back. K..ov....u...,sssshhhh save your breath kiara.
In the pride rock cave
Lionesses help kiara with her injurys. Yes king she has a spinal segments is cracked and her sholder is out of place. All we can is put the shoulder into place. Do it any thing to make her feel better. Sure thing my king. Ok hold her body still and i'll pull ot back got me. yes(lioness's hold kiaras body and the singular lioness grabs kiaras leg and tells kiara)Ok this is going to hurt alot before it feels better ok. Just pull it already. Yes queen 1 2 3(lionesses yanks the leg and a crack sounds in the cave kiara moans in pain)You feel better now. Yes thank you.(Nala rushes in the cave. Kovu kiara hurry zira mauled jewel.What oh jewel no.
End of part 6 please comment and enjoy part 7 |
A test and reward by HornyBunny | A test and reward Two trainers are staring each other down as they grab two pokeballs and release the two Pokemon for a team battle. Jason releases his Rapidash and Charizard, both of them anthro female. "No fare using anthro's" the other trainer says as the two female strike provocative poses and a | [
"Anal",
"Anthro",
"Arcanine",
"Arousal",
"Bestiality",
"Charizard",
"Creampie",
"Cunnilingus",
"F/F",
"Fingering",
"Forest",
"Human",
"HumanXPokemon",
"Internal",
"M/F",
"M/F/F",
"Masturbation",
"Oral",
"Pikachu",
"Pokemon",
"Pokephilia",
"Presenting",
"Rapidash",
"Rimming",
"Strap-On",
"Teasing",
"Threesome",
"Vaginal",
"big breast",
"kitchen",
"table"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249038-a-test-and-reward | A test and reward
Two trainers are staring each other down as they grab two pokeballs and release the two Pokemon for a team battle. Jason releases his Rapidash and Charizard, both of them anthro female. "No fare using anthro's" the other trainer says as the two female strike provocative poses and a Jason sees a bulge growing in his pants.
"Just because they were just discovered doesn't mean they aren't allowed in battles" Jason says and his opponent releases an Arcanine and a Pikachu. "Okay, let's test our new strategy" Jason says.
Both females nod at each other and they turn around, drop to their knees, raise their asses in the air, and wiggle them back and forth. Both male Pokemon as well as their trainer get excited at the sight of two females presenting themselves. Pikachu grows a stiff little four incher and Arcanine grows a hard 12 incher while watching them.
"okay now for the second part" Jason says and both of them reach back through their legs and spread their lips open and wiggle a finger into themselves moaning as pleasure sparks from their now dripping holes.
Both male suddenly charge at them, jump up on them, and start humping them. Both females moan louder and grab their breasts as they rise up on one arm and massage it as the other sways back and forth in time with the fucking they are getting. Charizard is getting a better fucking then Rapidash since she has Arcanine pounding away at her pussy while Rapidash has the tiny mouse fucking her at high speed.
"Good now finish them," Jason says as he looks at the opposing trainer who is frozen in place and has a large wet spot on his pants. Both of them moan and tighten their hole making both male Pokemon cry out as the same time and explode in blinding pleasure. Pikachu grunts a few times and falls back off Rapidash panting unable to move. Arcanine howls as he unloads his balls deep into Charizard who roars and milks his cock with her convulsing tunnel. A minute after it all starts Arcanine growls and pulls out of Charizard and takes a few steps before he collapses and just like Pikachu he can't move either.
It take their trainer a few second "hey, that's not fair" he says running over to his Pokemon and checking on them.
"Don't complain when you play with the big boys, but since I wasn't taking this seriously I'll let you keep your money if you fuck Rapidash since your Pikachu didn't satisfy her," Jason says standing next to her and resting his hand on her ass.
"Why would I want to have sex with a Pokemon?" he says looking at her but trying not to look like he is.
"You have a hard cock and she needs to get off, so either you do her or I will and you can get reacquainted with your hand" Jason tells him and reaches for his zipper.
The trainer thinks for a second while Jason pulls his cock out and strokes it a few times "okay, I'll do her" he says and quickly stripping his clothes off and running over to her with his rock hard cock leading the way. He drops to his knees behind her and slides into her dripping slit and moans as pikacum helps him slide deeper into her then the mouse could. "fuck, she hot and tight!" he moans as he starts thrusting into her drawing moans from her as she massages her breasts as they start to bounce with his movement.
"She is a fire-type, they are always hot like that," Jason says sitting down in front of Charizard. She looks up at him, snakes her tongue around his cock, and strokes it with her long flexible tongue making him moan as her hot breath bathes his throbbing cock. Jason looks over at Rapidash and sees her rocking back and forth signaling her approaching orgasm "she's about to cum all over your cock" he says and throws his head back moaning as he explodes covering Charizard tongue and filling her mouth as she takes the spurting head between her lips and swallows his warm seed.
Rapidash grunts and tightens her pussy around the hard cock thrusting in and out of her until he leans over her back and moans as he drains his balls into her tight clasping hole. All three of the moan and grunt in orgasm as pleasure shoots through their bodies and silences the world around them.
All three of them collapse in a panting heap as Charizard gets up and sits down in front of Rapidash "eat me" she says in a deep voice.
"She can talk" the trainer says.
"Yes" Jason tells him, crawls over to her, and starts playing with her breast as Rapidash starts licking the canine cum from her heated slit.
The trainer puts his Pokemon back in their pokeballs "I need to get going I'm late for a meeting" he says and runs down the roar with his cock still hanging out and a huge grin on his face.
"Virgin" Jason says as he lifts one of Charizard giant soft breast to his lips and kisses the soft orange skin. He kisses his way all over the breast making her moan louder as Rapidash pushes her tongue deeper into the fire-types pussy scooping out all the Arcanine cum it can find. Charizard stretches out her neck groaning as Jason nibbles on one of her nipples and plays with the other one driving her closer to orgasm.
"cum for me" he says in her ear after he lets go of her breast and sticks his tongue in her ear making her shiver and roar as an orgasm tears through her body making her jerk and pussy juice to cover Rapidash's face. "Yes, that's it cover her face in your sweet juices" he tells her as he starts sucking on her neck, adding fuel to the fire raging through her body.
With a final roar, she goes limp and lays her head in his lap finding a hard cock waiting for her. She opens her mouth and takes the cock between her lips making him moan and lift her head from his crotch "save it for later" he tells her and lies back feeling his hard cock slowly softening as Charizard rest her head in his lap against his cock as it shrinks. They lay there for a while resting until they can move easier and get up stretching.
Jason leads them through the bushes into a clearing when the sun is streaming through the branches. The Pokemon lie down in the sun and take a nap while Jason sits under a tree resting as the sun starts to set and the air-cools down. "what time is it" Rapidash says in a soft voice and shivers as the air gets even cooler and her flaming hair flares up heating the air around her warming her back up. Charizard stirs and looks around seeing the sun setting through the tree.
"Let's go home and have some dinner," Jason says getting up and pulling out their pokeballs. Both girls disappear into their temporary capsule homes as Jason heads home.
Half an hour later, he reaches his house in the middle of the forest and start cooking dinner for him and his girls. He makes both girls a treat, for Charizard a big steak and for Rapidash a big salad normally they eat Pokemon food. He lets them out "okay I made a special dinner for you two" he says as they sit down and start eating. Jason has a small steak while the girls eat, enjoying the treat until it is gone and they look at him feeling a tingle in their bellies.
"I put some pokenip in your food," he tells them as a blush spreads across their faces.
Charizard softly growls at him and gets up shaking her hips and bouncing her breast with each step until she is standing in front of him. She pushes him back and sits in his lap "i want you to pound my tailhole" she says in his ear and licks it making him shiver as his manhood stiffens under her. Jason looks past her, sees Rapidash gone, looks up into Charizard's eyes, and sees a fire burning in them.
A few minutes later as the two kiss Rapidash enters the kitchen holding a harness "put their on and fuck me while he fucks you" she says setting it down next to Charizard. Charizard breaks the kiss, looks over at Rapidash, picks up the harness, and gets off Jason leaving his pants soaked in dragon juice. She quickly puts the harness on and pushes a couple of fingers into herself and wiggles them around making her knees shake until she pulls the out and smears the juice along the fake cock while Rapidash is bent over the table sways side to side.
Charizard turns to the bent over Pokemon and slides the head of her dick up and down her wet slit watching her shake every time it hits her clit. Jason steps up behind her, wraps his arms around her, and grabs her breasts and massages them as she teases Rapidash "fuck me" the flaming horse says pushing back and moaning as the dildo slides deep into her equine pussy. Charizard starts moving her hips side to side as she raises her tail and moves it to the side exposing her tight pink pucker.
Jason drops to his knees behind the large dragon, licks her pucker making her growl, fucks Rapidash a few times, and stops. Jason spends a minute licking her tailhole until its dripping wet. He gets up, slides his throbbing cock into her bowels, and feels her tighten around him and with a groan starts fucking Rapidash with her cock.
Both Pokemon moan as pleasure shoots through their bodies, driving them closer to orgasm, with each stroke "fuck me" Charizard says pushing back against Jason feeling his cock throbbing in her ass as her reaches around her hips and slides a few fingers into her dripping slit and feels her tense up around him adding to his pleasure.
Rapidash arches her back and screams as she explodes around the cock shooting her hot cum around the plastic cock and soaking Charizard's stomach and setting her off as well. Charizard throws her head back and roars as her lower hole milk Jason trying to take him over the edge with her.
"Fuck" he says slams as deep as he can and unloads his balls deep into Charizard's ass. Her muscles milk him for every drop he has until his cock stops spitting hot cum and starts to soften in her ass. She leans forward over Rapidash as their orgasm wind down and Jason lies on her back panting as he feels his cum slowly dripping out around his cock and her pussy juice dripping off his balls.
They lay there for a while recovering until Jason pulls out of Charizard and watches most of his semen run from her gaping tailhole and run down her thighs. A minute later, she gets up and pulls out of Rapidash with a slurp. All three of them go to Jason's bed and falls asleep holding onto each other with Jason between them using their breast as pillows.
The End
This story was requested by tamatitheninetailedfox Furaffinity profile page [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tamatitheninetailedfox/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tamatitheninetailedfox/) |
WindSwept, Chapter 3 by FrostDragon | #4 of WindSwept Adventure - Gonna be really slow getting the next few chapters up :'( but in the meantime, enjoy this unless you're under 18, in which case, get out or hope you're not caught PART 3 _Sorry to have left you hanging at the end there...I had to quickly run so I turned the thing on | [
"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"Fighting",
"Plot Development"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51502-windswept-chapter-3 | Gonna be really slow getting the next few chapters up :'( but in the meantime, enjoy this
unless you're under 18, in which case, get out or hope you're not caught
PART 3
*Sorry to have left you hanging at the end there...I had to quickly run so I turned the thing on standby right after that last note. But hey, no better place to leave off, right?*
"GET OUTTA MY CAVE!!"
"GLADLY!!"
Yep...single again. That's the problem with fast love like what we'd had...it raises you up and then drops you hard. The problem: Flora and I had different views, but had until now (two weeks later) only seen each others' good sides. Now, after a surveyor had asked us about our views on demolishing an old settlement (which, by the way, happened to be Flora's old home once upon a time), our little debate...well, that was how it ended. Flora wanted to keep things the way they were...tree-hugger...but I saw that the ruins were crumbling and were only going to fall on their own in the future. And no...nothing "happened" between us between now and that romantic night two weeks ago. Flora and I were still virgins. So get that thought outta your heads.
I jogged home, fuming and upset. Flora was one of my best friends now, but...she was so hot-headed about her views it drove me nuts. I'd found a cave not too far away and that was where I was headed... When I got there, though, I found everything in ruins. The few things I had in there were smashed, and my bed of moss and grass was charred and strewn about. What confused me even more, though, were several blood-stained claw-streaks along the walls. They cut in far deeper than any dragon's claws could possibly cut, and when I smelled them...not only was there the rusty smell of blood, but a strange scent, foul and unforgiving to the nose but somehow familiar, even though I'd never smelled it before. Using my X-ray sight I noticed that the trenches of the gashes in the rocks were lined with a strange material, as if the abuser had something on the very tips of his claws. And I say "his" for a reason...it was a very strong masculine scent.
Something was scratch-written backwards in the wall, but I couldn't read it well in the lighting. Using my ice-breath I covered the part of the wall, pried the ice off, and took it outside. Rubbing it lightly on the dust on the ground, I dirtied the higher parts that were the text, and flipped it over and read.
"Find Love Or Reality, Aznor. Can't have both, and one's gone."
Most would probably freak, but those initial letters were all I saw. FLORA. Whoever wrote this had her... My claws rent through the ice with a sharp crackling as my fists clenched. Without another thought I took off at an incredible speed to Flora's cave. In the time it had taken me to get to my place, read, and get back, whoever had torn up my cave had been here and gone. There were signs of a struggle...and more of those weird claw-marks. Almost exactly the same as the ones in my walls.
"Flora..." Something inside me rose to a savage temperature, but then that heart-tearing vision of Flora from my dream quenched the fire brewing in me. I had to keep a level head... There was a trail of blood along the floor...Flora's blood...and I followed it out into the meadow. The grass was violently shoved aside, as if something heavy had been quickly dragged through it. There were no other trails, and the smell of Flora's blood was still fresh along the trail, so I followed it, having no other clues. It was probably an Ocre or something... *note: Ocres are similar to ogres, but in our world they have four legs and two arms.* Whatever this thing was, it obviously wasn't smart, it was leading me on a straight trail. It moved fast, though...with my speed I should've caught it by now.
That thought crossed my mind too quickly...along the trail I found a slain Ocre, and the dark colorations on its wounds told me a demon had killed it. Now Flora's trail was growing colder; her bearer was far faster now than an Ocre. It hurt me so badly to think of her being dragged mercilessly along the ground like this...
Everything after that is a blur, but I do remember catching sight of the demon and flying after it, watching in sheer pain as it dragged Flora's now-unconscious body behind itself. It was heading straight for Fire Vale...the badlands.
I woke up inside the cave after a timed nap and kept going through the tunnel. Underground, it was far cooler than above ground, so much so that I knew Flora would be cold if she was any further down. Somehow, her scent was still strong here, even though it was hours after she'd been carried through. I had no idea where I was, or what tunnels I'd come through...all I knew was that Flora was injured and would possibly be killed as a method to piss me off. In my rage no Ocre or Umbrok (evil lizard things) could withstand me. Demons, however, I needed to watch out for, but I was so heated in my search I didn't care. I ran into a small room and was instantly ambushed by a good twenty Umbrok, but I roared and shook myself, flailing my wings and my tail. They either jumped off or were flung off, and backed away from me. Normally they would not have given up so easily, but in my anger my voice had grown powerful and their ears hurt. They were intelligent but still animals, and had instincts that had now given me the advantage. They ran off as I darted forward to attack, and I let them go. The whole underground network could attack me for all I cared! Let them come!
After a long, twisting tunnel full of climbing and sliding on slick stone, I knew I was far deeper underground now...it was cold. And to top it off...echoing screaming. A voice like a stricken angel...The cell doors I passed were solid steel bars, too thick for the average dragon to bend, and heat-tempered to withstand the average flame-breath.
"PLEASE!!! ANYONE!!!" came a hysterical shriek followed by panicked crying. That fire returned again but I shook my head with a growl, not letting the power go to my head. I followed the despairing wailing down even deeper, and finally my searching paid off.
"Flora!" I hissed, not wanting my voice to carry far. She started violently, looked around for the speaker, and cried again.
"Now I'm hearing things..." she sobbed, and I kicked myself---I was camouflaged!! How could I be so stupid? She slung herself against the bars of the door, trying to calm herself, and she started when she felt my paw against her face. I quickly faded in out of midair, and her look of fear gave way to sheer relief and happiness and she broke down again, glad to see me.
"Shhhhh....Flora, shhh...it's okay, I'm here now..."
"Gale, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you..."
"You're fine, I shouldn't have pushed you to the breaking point..." She nuzzled against my paw as I caressed her face. I winced as I felt bruises on her body, and my smile faded. "Who's the bastard that did this to you?"
"I don't know...it all happened so fast, and I couldn't see who was attacking me...Gale, it's not something we've ever seen before..."
I quickly looked over the door, trying to think of a way to spring her from this place. "Damn...I'm not strong enough to do anything here..." An Umbrok appeared around the corner, carrying the keys in its mouth, but with one glance at me it shrieked and fled, dropping the keys. Flora and I looked at each other, and in a flash I picked up the keys, unlocked her cell, tossed her light frame on my back, and fled before the little idiot could call for assistance.
"I'm so glad you came for me," she whispered as I ran, hugging my neck.
"I gotta breathe if I'm running," I said jokingly, and she giggled and loosened her grip on me but still held on. She really only needed to worry about slipping off backwards when we climbed up a tunnel; I tried to run as flat as possible, as in minimal vertical motion when stepping. After a while, though, I stopped, finally tired and beginning to develop a cramp along my side.
"Gale? Where are we?"
I looked around, and sighed. "Honestly, I don't know..."
"You mean you came in after me and didn't watch where you were going?"
My head drooped self-consciously. "Yes..." I looked over my shoulder at her as she sat up on my back. "But in my defense, I was so pissed at what they'd done to you...all I could think about was finding you..."
A small tear fell down her face and she leaned down and nuzzled my face. "Well that's the best ass-cover I've ever heard..."
I just smiled and nuzzled her face in return and she gave a faint purr, but our happiness was cut short as I heard something nearby. "Flora, I think we're in for one hell of a fight..."
"Bring them on...NO ONE treats me like they did and gets away with it." She slipped off my back and we cautiously circled, looking at the tunnel entrances around us. She looked down a tunnel off to the side and nudged me. "There's a room there, we should get into a more open area to fight in."
"Yes, go!" I said, shoving her slightly as I caught sight of Umbroks rushing down the tunnel at us. We ran into the open room and I started in shock as a huge dome of energy surrounded us both as we stood by each other. Flora giggled at my reaction and I turned to her, confused.
"You're not the only one with old elemental powers," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me playfully. I smirked and turned my attention to the lizards gathering around us. They were only half my size, but damn, those raptor-claws and those long teeth were deadly if they knew what they were doing. And these things were dressed in guard armor...they'd been trained. One of them attacked the dome, and there was a loud zapping sound as it froze against the dome, electrocuted for a good five seconds before being violently flung off. I'd forgotten that water dragons had some skill with electricity for underwater hunting and protection, but it was obviously straining Flora and finally the shield died off. The Umbrok were waiting for that chance, but so was I, and with one swinging motion I spun right towards them, sending a fair number flying back with my tail. Flora and I fought viciously, swiping quickly with our claws and biting at those who got past our paws. *note: In hindsight...yeah, the more I think about it, if you've seen cats fight, that's us.*
The Umbrok kept coming at us...there was no end to them, and Flora and I were getting pretty well bitten and scratched by now...I grunted and yelled as another one jumped onto my back and bit my neck, and Flora shot it off with electricity from her mouth. A group of five suddenly tackled Flora to the floor and she screamed as they scratched at her hide and bit her. I froze...and the next thing I knew, all the Umbrok lay dead and I felt like I'd been completely drained. Flora sat up, bleeding and confused as I slumped to the floor, panting.
"What...what just happened?" she asked. I just shrugged weakly and lay there. "Gale...you okay?"
"Hell no...ooooooohhhhhhh..." My stomach felt like someone had tied spiky chains around it...
"Hmmmm...\_ve\_ry impressive," came a voice echoing through the chamber. Flora looked around wildly, but neither of us could see the speaker; he seemed to be talking through the walls themselves. "Well, seems I've made a mistake. Next time I'll have to raise the stakes with you."
"LET US OUTTA HERE!!" Flora yelled angrily, and the voice laughed.
"For you, of course." The cavern suddenly seemed to liquify, and we were hurtled at breakneck speed on one direction and woke up seconds later outside the cave, on the black sands of Fire Vale. Flora looked around cautiously, but the only things around were us and a few age-gnarled tree-like plants amid the spiky rock formations. She shakily stood up, licked a gash on her arm, and looked around again.
"Gale...I hope you understand what just happened...'cuz I need an explanation or I'm gonna go crazy."
All I could do was shake my head and groan. "No idea..."
She lay down next to me, worry pervading those pretty purple eyes. "You gonna be okay?"
I shook my head and winced as my stomach lurched. "Whatever happened in there came from me...hurts like hell...can't move..."
She nuzzled my face sadly. "Should I go find help?" she whispered.
"No...just stay here..."
She cuddled against me and with a pained groan I lifted my wing and put it over her. As shitty as I felt, I was glad to have Flora back...even though it had only been a few hours, maybe half a day, it had been the worst few hours I'd ever had up to that point. All that mattered right now was that this beautiful blue dragoness was safe with me. But as my thoughts drifted...I recalled the writing on my wall... "Find love or reality, Aznor..." Aznor...
Night found us still in Fire Vale. I was feeling well enough to sit up, but I still had to lie down because my legs were too shaky to allow me to stand. As we lay there, Flora had fun tracing my muscles and scales with her claws, and I let her have her fun as I lay there.
"You have such pretty scales, Gale," she said, looking closely at the metallic-silver lining of my scales.
"Nothing to yours," I said with a grin, and she looked away shyly. In the moonlight her scales glittered like the ocean. A simple description, but the effect was transfixing. She sighed and reclined against me.
"How good are you with computers?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Computers, y'know-"
"I know, but why?"
"I heard the demons talking about some new system of computers off to the east, apparently there's some new complex there that they've staked out..."
I shrugged. "I'm average..." For six years I had studied and used computers avidly, mostly in the research realm before running away because the research violated my morals. I knew at least seven programming languages and how to hack almost any program or database, and how to code several different viruses, and how to wire networks and all that rot...but I didn't want to tell Flora, at least not yet.
"Gale...for some reason...I feel like something big is gonna happen to us sooner than we'd like..."
I hugged her with my wing and she purred. "Well, I dunno about you but I've been bored lately with nothing to do but hunt and sleep."
"Oh, so all our games were nothing?" she asked incredulously, and we both laughed.
Well...three days later, that laughter was long gone as Flora and I cautiously entered the ruinous city. We were both pretty damn pissed off; yesterday an unknown force had swept through, decimating the town. The gang headquarters where I'd met Glairn were now nothing more than cement rubble and scrap metal...and poor little Glairn, now she had no home at all and was still too young to really be on her own. Luckily she'd had the sense to come find me instead of running away, and now here we were, the three of us, heading to the center of the city to investigate after hearing that whatever had come through was stationed in the old mayoral house. Her foreleg had been injured in the assault, and now she rode on my back as Flora walked next to me. Flora kept giving Glairn odd looks until finally Glairn snapped.
"You got a problem with me or somethin'?"
"Uh...no..."
"Then stop looking at me like that. You may be twice my size but I'll take you down!"
"She can, too," I said, giving Flora a warning look. "I've seen it done with dragons bigger than me."
"Yeah, you tell 'er Gale." Flora glared at me and I just rolled my eyes and shook my head as Glairn snorted. "Hey Gale, didja tell her about your other fling?"
"Oh shit..." I groaned, my head drooping in exasperation. "Glairn, please, just shut up already about that. It wasn't a fling, I saved her and she started fawning all over me. Got incredibly annoying after a day."
"Yeah, sure, whatever..." She turned to Flora. "He almost made out with her."
Flora looked at me in shock and Glairn laughed. My wings shot up and I caught her neck warningly between my wing-limbs. "Glairn, for the last time, no I didn't. In fact, you wanna know the truth? She was attempting to molest me after spiking one of my meals."
"Sure, that's what they all say," she said, removing herself from my grip.
Flora walked close and leaned towards my head. "Is she always this irritating?" she whispered.
"No, this is actually a first..."
"What're you two whispering about? Huh? Huh? Talkin' love to each other?"
Though she was annoying as hell, she knew exactly where to go, and amid her ceaseless taunting she would give directions on the best way to get to the center of town. Things grew more quiet, and Flora rubbed against me and I could sense her fear. Something wasn't right here...it was just a bit too quiet. Of course, Glairn hated quiet...
"So, you two make out yet or anything?"
Flora and I both stopped right where we were, but a sly look came across Flora's face and with a glance she told me to play along. "Oh yes...twice a day at least," she said, nuzzling against me. Now how often does something like this happen? I had no idea what to do, but I cleared my throat and pressed against her, tilting to the side to jostle Glairn.
"Oh yes...definitely 'at least'..."
Unfortunately, Glairn wasn't as gullible as we'd hoped, and she burst out laughing. "Trying to play my game against me? You two are a riot!" Flora and I both groaned...we just couldn't win with her and now she had something to use against us, whether it was true or not.
It took us a while, but we finally reached it...the one building that still stood in some sort of good condition, though there was a huge chunk taken out of one edge, obviously from two earth dragons scuffling in the air and slamming each other around. Glairn fell silent with us...the building had a very haunting air about it, and somehow it seemed we'd entered some sort of sound-proof barrier---there was no sound at all by the building except our nervous breath.
"Well, we won't find out anything out here," I said, rolling my shoulders and walking forward. Flora nervously followed me, and of course Glairn had no choice, she had to ride on my back. The doors had been torn off their hinges into a sort of ramp over the shattered stone stairway, and I cringed with each step as the metal loudly clanged and shifted against the stone under my weight. Past that, though, everything was quiet as we entered the building. Charged flamestones adorned the walls, glowing with light energy, but they were dimming. *note: Flamestones are stones that, when breathed on with firebreath, acquire a charge and give off light for a maximum of two weeks*.
Three hours later none of us had said anything while we wandered the hallways, exploring the basement. The upper floors were empty, and Flora felt that something powerful was lurking in the basement. Flora was carrying Glairn now as I scoped out the hallways ahead of them, using my camouflage to hide. Luckily for me, I could copy my surroundings onto my scales and basically turn invisible...bad news was, if I moved or if someone moved and the lighting was bright enough, they could see my form, so I had to be extra careful. The walls were a bright gray, which only worsened my situation because my gray-color is always a shade off. Finding nothing when I reached the next flight of stairs I returned to Flora and Glairn.
"I smell something..." Glairn said, sniffing the air. "Smells strongly like blood..." Luckily for her she was a fire dragon; they have highly-tuned senses of smell. In the frigid air of mountains, or underwater, sense of smell isn't very useful, so Flora and I were a bit lacking in that area.
"It's gotta be lower down," I mumbled, and led them to the stairwell. Down we went, and when I opened the door, Glairn shrieked and Flora almost threw up...before us lay an entire hallway of bodies and blood. I looked back to see Glairn hiding her face between Flora's wings and shivering.
"Gale..." Flora choked, looking away.
I closed the doors. "There's another way down, it makes no sense that there would only be one set of stairs per level in a place like this." My voice was shaking, my heart was pumping, and rage was flowing through me...who the hell would do something like this?! Flora followed me up the stairs, and I raced through the hallways, looking for another way down.
Fifteen minutes later we were two floors lower; I'd found a flight of stairs that led past the carnage to the next level. The signs were smeared with blood and badly clawed and I couldn't tell what floor we were on, but something told me it was the one we were looking for. Flora hung back on the stairs while I checked the hallway, and after finding nothing in the hallway I returned and they followed me.
"You guys hear that?" Flora asked.
"No...what is it?"
"There's a fight going on..."
Flora and I raced through the hallway, and as we went further in, I finally heard it: roaring and breath-blasting. The hallway twisted to the left and we were faced with two huge security doors, slightly off their hinges, and I flung them open and we ran inside. We were up on a metal terrace running along the walls of a huge testing room, and on the floor, amid numerous dead dragons, two living ones were brawling. One was a bright gold luster and bore bladed vambraces and wing-armor, and he had a sweeping helmet covering his face and the long crest coming from his head. The other...what the hell was that thing?! It was like a dragon, but as it fought it moved like a fluid, deforming, swelling, contorting like some huge liquid monster. And it was swathed in a thick shadowy cloud that swirled around it and crackled with purple lightning.
"ALNOR-ORMNORTH!!" the gold dragon shouted in a deep, booming voice, and he roared and blasted the shadowy dragon with white-hot fire. The thing bellowed but knocked the gold dragon to the side with a solid tail-strike to the head.
Something inside me snapped. "Gale!! NO!!" Flora shouted, but I flung myself down to the floor, right in the shadow-dragon's path. It stopped, looking me over, and we circled each other, growling and bristling. The shadowy lashed at me with an unnaturally long tail and knocked me to the side, but I rolled and bounced back up. I jumped up onto its back and it roared, thrashing around, but my powerful jaws had me anchored to whatever its neck was made of and I held on, letting its thrashing deal the damage as it threw me around. It stopped and lashed my back with its tail, making me yell and release it, and it took that chance to throw me to the side. I spread my wings and slowed down enough to grab the wall, and rolled to the side as it tackled where I had just been. My back was bleeding and it hurt like all hell was on it, but I raked the dragon's throat with my claws and it pulled back with a gurgling roar. Next thing I knew the gold dragon roared, leapt past both of us, and the shadowy thing fell to the ground, its neck sliced clean open across the spine. The cloud around it died off and I let go of the wall, slumping on the floor. Panting, the gold dragon took off his helm and looked at me with frightening orange eyes. He had a few thick fin-scales on his chin, like a beard, the same deep-orange as the wavy ones on his head. His horns went straight back but curved like corkscrews.
"You shouldn't have come, Froststar, but I thank you for your assistance." He clicked his vambraces together and their blades snapped back against the armpieces cleanly, becoming almost invisible as they fit in place. Flora flew down to me.
"You okay?" she asked worriedly, eyeing my back.
"He'll be fine," the gold dragon said. "There will be far worse than a possessed dragon-zombie to deal with soon."
"Zombie?" Glairn asked, suddenly scared.
"Yes, little one..." There was a strange groaning sound that pounded our ears. "Come, it's not safe here."
Flora helped me to my feet and I leaned against her. "Sir? How did you...how did you know my name?"
"Follow me first, we can talk safely later."
*Well, I'm gonna head out again...I think this thing's giving me a headache. That and I'm nervous about what's to come in the next part. Oops, my mate's calling...gotta run.*
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The Inner Light by Squirrel | Fork cut into cake. Chilled, layered ... lemon cake. Lemon-velvet, to be exact. And the squirrel, with a piece of cake on the silver, shiny fork ... guided it upward. Assumpta blinked. Eyes crossing (involuntarily) at the confection being held in front of her nose. Blink-blink. Sniff. "Try it," was | [
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10030-the-inner-light | Fork cut into cake. Chilled, layered ... lemon cake. Lemon-velvet, to be exact. And the squirrel, with a piece of cake on the silver, shiny fork ... guided it upward.
Assumpta blinked. Eyes crossing (involuntarily) at the confection being held in front of her nose. Blink-blink. Sniff.
"Try it," was Azure's gentle prodding. "It's good."
The snow leopard hesitated.
"Come on," he urged. Brown eyes bright. "It won't bite ... "
"I am capable," she said quietly, "of feeding myself."
"I know ... " A patient smile. Whiskers twitching, nose sniffing (from all the scents from all the food, all the furs ... all around them).
They were seated at a small, round table. In an icy-white banquet hall. The murmur of voices. The lectures, the talks ... over.
Now, supper.
Now, conversation.
Now, this.
Now, him ... and his insistent playfulness. Raising his eyes (in wait).
And, looking around (somewhat self-conscious at being the only predator in a hall-ful of prey ... she looked to him. Asking, "How good is it?"
"Best cake I've ever had."
She raised her brow. "That is an exaggeration."
"It's not!" he insisted. "It's served cold," he said, of the cake. "Made with lemons and sugar and ... "
"And where, exactly, do the snow rabbits obtain lemons?"
A giggle. A shrug. "Dunno. Maybe they're fake. Maybe they're from a food processor." He wiggled the fork. "But it tastes great." He still held his arm out.
She let out a breath. Opened her muzzle.
And he placed the fork (and piece of cake) on her raspy, feline tongue.
She closed her maw.
He withdrew the fork (slowly).
And she (slowly) chewed.
Their eyes met.
"Well?" he whispered.
"It has a good ... texture."
"How does it taste?" he prodded.
"It tastes," she admitted, "good." She had been sampling more foods lately. Prey foods. Field had insisted she eat something called 'macaroni cheese' ... she had done so. Admittedly, it had been pleasing. But she wasn't about to make a habit out of eating any kind of noodle. No matter what was on it. And she had stayed away from sweets ...
... much to her mate's chagrin. He enjoyed feeding her things. Strawberries and things. And sweet things. How she would bite the berries with her sharp teeth, how the juice would drip down her lips. How he would gently lap it off.
The squirrel, beaming, put his fork down.
Assumpta's eyes darted. She hadn't seen Oliver yet. Wasn't sure she wanted to ...
"I'm glad you let me come."
She turned her attention back to Azure. Back to her mate. "You say that," she observed, "as if ... as if," she said, "my permission was required."
"Wasn't it?"
"I would never stop you from doing what you wish."
"You didn't have to let me accompany you, though."
She made a face. Saying, "I do not know where this topic is headed."
"I'm just glad to be with you," he said. "That's all. It's ... special. To go out with you. You're so graceful," he said. Eyes on her.
Assumpta was wearing a black dress. Straps on her shoulders. The black countering her luxurious, snow-white pelt (with the stripes and spots of grey). Her whiskers, her angular ears ... her cool-blue feline eyes.
Oh, but she could trigger a thousand sighs!
And often did (from him).
She opened her muzzle. Shut it. "Thank you," was her eventual whisper. Compliments ... she never knew how to take them. They flustered her. Enough to where she would almost rather NOT be complimented at all. Less awkward that way.
"You're welcome," was his returned whisper.
"I can still taste the lemon," she said, eying the salt and pepper shakers. And eying him. "Are you cold?" They were on the snow rabbit planet. In B'Hala Province, the southernmost continent. In one of the larger cities. And, snow rabbits, like all ice furs (Assumpta's kind, the snow leopards, being no exception) ... kept their interior/indoor temperatures rather cool. Sometimes, to where you could see your breath.
"I'm okay."
But she could see, now and then, his teeth giving a little chatter. "Are you sure?" she pressed. Concerned.
A little nod. "I'll be fine ... "
Assumpta nodded. And opened her muzzle to say something more ... but didn't. Feeling a tiny friction of pleasure. Feeling a sudden arousal. Her eyes focused on the squirrel.
"What?" he asked. Blinking.
She could tell he was feigning innocence. She could always tell. A predator could always see through an act.
"Mm?" He smiled (slightly). Blinking again.
"You are... stimulating me."
"Elaborate," he responded (perfectly mimicking predatory demeanor).
Her eyes were half-open. She sighed. "You ... " She shook her head, frowning. "Your foot-paw is brushing my ... " She trailed. "You know what you are doing," she accused.
"There's a tablecloth around the table. No one's gonna see." He had a bare foot-paw under her dress, between her legs. Squirrels were agile acrobats. Were very limber. Azure was able to keep his foot-paw up there. Was able to tease her with his toes. Running his big toe slowly up ... slowly down ... somehow, having wriggled into her undergarment.
She shouldn't have been caught so off-guard. Too much time around prey, she reasoned.
Perhaps she was losing her edge?
The snow leopard quelled a rising purr. Trying to maintain composure.
Azure grinned.
"I do not think this is ... appropriate," she said, "for the current time and place."
"You're just upset I snuck up on you like that."
"I was ... distracted."
"By what?"
"This room," was all she said.
"Well, now you're distracted ... by something else." A giggle.
"You are making ... it difficult for... " Her eyes shut. She exhaled slowly. "Ah ... " A huff.
His toes ... wriggled. Pressed.
A purr.
"Later, yeah?" he asked. "We'll ... continue this ... later?"
A dry nod. A swallow. To be bested by prey! But, oh, it was ... okay. He was her mate. She would let him get away with it (she always did ... but only him).
And the squirrel retracted his foot-paw. Giggling.
Assumpta smoothed her dress. Sipped at some water.
Azure smiled. Sipping at his own water. Peering at her over the rim of his glass.
And their eyes met.
And she saw (in him) such a devotion ... such an ease (that, when they'd first met, hadn't been present). Such ... a spark. She saw that, after a year together, he was no longer afraid of her (or her instincts). Was not ashamed to be mated to a predator.
"Want more cake?" he asked. Shyly. How could he possibly be (suddenly) shy? How could he go from bold to shy ... in mere blinks of an eye? What brought about these emotional changes?
Would she ever entirely understand him?
"Darling?"
"No," she whispered. "I am fine." Pause. "Thank you."
A smile.
And she knew, suddenly, WHY she loved him. Or why anybody loved anybody ... and, yes, the physical element was key. Was important. Was necessary. But love wasn't born from that. Rather, the other way around ... physical intimacy, at is most pure, its most unabashed, had to be born from strong emotional roots.
But her emotions were dulled, so ... how was this love possible?
Was he feeling enough for the both of them?
Or was she more like prey (more, like, say ... Pyro, for instance) ... than she'd ever imagined?
Before Luminous' own exile, she was exiled from predatory society (back home) for "prey-like leanings" ...
Assumpta traced a finger along the chilled perimeter of an empty dinner plate. Not making eye contact, whispering, "You have an inner light." Pause. "It is like ... a fire inside of you. When I look at you, I feel warm. I didn't know my heart could ... thaw," she confessed, "like that." Still not looking at him. But so vulnerable (something that didn't come easily for her).
Azure eyes watered. He swallowed, taking in a breath.
"I do not tell you enough ... that I love you." She looked up. Directly at him.
The squirrel gave a sniffling smile.
"I have upset you?"
"What?" A sniffle. "No ... " He blinked his eyes dry. "No," he whispered. "You're ... I'm very happy."
"You were going to cry ... "
A shy nod. A pause. And he reached a paw across the table. Squeezed her own paw.
She squeezed back. And when she turned her head, she saw a snow rabbit standing a few feet away.
"Oliver," she whispered.
A nod on the rabbit's part. "Assumpta. It is agreeable to see you again."
"Yes," was her response. She blinked. Frowning a bit. "It is."
Azure's eyes darted from Assumpta to Oliver. "Hi," he said, piping in.
Oliver gave the squirrel a nod. "Hello."
"I met Oliver," Assumpta explained, "last year. At Pelios Station. When we first visited the snow rabbit's world ... he was on the repair teams assigned to Luminous."
"Oh ... okay." Azure nodded. Smiled.
Assumpta leaving out the rest of the story. About how she'd accepted Oliver's veiled invitation to ... breed. How she'd done it. How she'd loved it. How it had been one of the best experiences of her life. Oliver was a rabbit, and was prey. But was a SNOW rabbit ... and, therefore, was more like her ... than not. And ... the experience ...
Oliver looked back to the snow leopard. "I saw your name on the attendance list. I am glad that Luminous is here. She is a great ally."
"Yes," was all Assumpta said. She was ... nervous? Why? Predators didn't get nervous. They didn't get uncomfortable. What was wrong with her?
"You have great cake," Azure said. Smiling.
Oliver, smiling with his eyes (the way he did ... the way his kind could do), said, "We enjoy cooking."
"I would cook more," said the squirrel. "I mean, vegetables and stuff. I'm a botanist. I'm the ship's botanist," he explained. "But ... we've been in space a long time."
"So I gather."
Assumpta listened to the two of them talk. Her one-time love (even if they'd only spent a few hours together) ... and her current love (with whom she'd spent the past year). Azure was (apparently) oblivious to any history (other than simple friendship) between her and Oliver. Or maybe he could pick up the vibes, and ... simply chose not to think about it. Or maybe ... he knew, and ... it didn't bother him.
The past was the past.
But the past ... was so much a part of what made the present ... the present, and ...
'Headache logic' ... this kind of thinking. She made herself stop.
Another snow rabbit came into view. A femme. Who nodded at the three of them, before looking to Oliver. "I was wondering where you were."
"Am I needed?" Oliver asked, slender, white ears ... wiggle-waggling.
"No. I was just ... wondering where you were," the femme repeated.
Oliver gave that eye-smile (oh, to be able to do that). And told the others, "This is Annika."
"She your mate?" Azure asked (before Assumpta could ... though, to be honest, Assumpta wasn't intending on asking ... even though she'd wanted to know).
"My partner ... we do not take mates," he said, "like you do."
"Why not?" Azure asked. His bushy tail was arched over the back of his chair.
"It is difficult to explain. Our culture ... our environment," Oliver said.
"So, you have ... open relationships? Or what?" The squirrel made a face.
"It's not like that," Oliver whispered.
"I do agree with Azure," Assumpta injected.
Oliver looked to her.
"You make good cake," she finished.
The eye-smile. And a head-tilt. "I shall have to find the recipe. Have it sent to your ship."
Annika took one of the seats at the table (and Oliver did the same). And the femme rabbit asked, "Is your crew-fur okay?"
A blink on Assumpta's part.
"I am the constable of Orbital 9. Security chief, as it were. I was there during the attack. Your crew-fur ... a mouse, I believe ... he was hurt."
"He is okay now," Assumpta said.
"That is a relief."
The snow leopard met the snow rabbit's eyes. Two femmes ... who'd both shared the same male (and that male sitting at the table).
And, still, Azure remained either unaware or un-bothered ... by any of the silent tension. But he did scoot his chair closer to Assumpta. Now sitting beside her. And the two snow rabbits sitting opposite them.
"You two," Oliver observed, "make an interesting pair."
"So we've been told," was Assumpta's reply.
"Everyone has been looking at you," he continued. "For most of the night. Surely, you've noticed their eyes."
"Eyes do not intimidate me."
"I noticed, yeah," Azure said. "But ... I mean, I love her. We love each other. Every time we're around other furs, they always ... whisper, you know, behind our backs. There's a lot of pressure. I mean ... they ask us why. Why we're trying. Why ... we'd want to. Sometimes, they have the nerve to ask."
"I do not question your love," Oliver responded. "That is not my intention."
"I know ... "
"I am just observing that the two of you ... stand out."
Assumpta took a sip of water. "How have you been, Oliver? Since we last met?"
"I have been promoted," he explained.
"I heard."
"I am one of the engineers in charge of the orbital stations. We have many stations in our system, as you know. Many in orbit."
A nod.
"I have been promoted to oversee them. To coordinate repairs and upgrades. I am stationed on Orbital 9. That is where I met Annika."
The snow leopard's paw went for her mate's. Beneath the tabletop. Clasping ... her paw to his. Squeezing it. The motion unseen. But letting the squirrel know (if there was any doubt) where her heart was. Who she would rather cling to.
"You have changed since we last met," Oliver told Assumpta.
"How so?"
"I do not know. But I see it in your eyes."
Assumpta tilted her head.
And Annika asked, "Did you enjoy the conference?"
"Heh ... enjoy?" Azure asked. "Mm ... rather stiff. Is it okay if I say that?"
"Stiff?" she asked. Blinking.
"I don't know ... I just came for the cake." A bright grin. Looking around the table. At all the serene, icy muzzles. "Well, the cake and ... uh ... company," he said, voice faltering. He cleared his throat and took a sip of water.
Assumpta squeezed his paw more firmly. As if afraid to let go. These snow rabbits ... they were, in many ways, like her. And because of that ... they could peg her. Figure her out. They could peer through her soul. Or so it seemed. So she imagined. Maybe she was just paranoid. Or ... but snow rabbits ... fascinated her. They were so alluring. It was why she had fallen for Oliver so quickly. Given herself to him so readily.
It was why, even now, she was ... intimidated by his presence. As if trying to quietly impress him. As if ... scared of being judged by him.
It made no sense!
"Well, we are glad you came," Annika told him. And looked to Assumpta. Her eyes giving a sense of ... ease, maybe? Non-combativeness. "We wish for you to be our friends. We wish for no ... distance. Despite how different we are. And despite the different directions from which we've traveled," she said, "to arrive at our present."
Assumpta nodded at this. Taking it as a veiled sign that ... Annika KNEW ... about her fling with Oliver. Knew about what they'd shared. How strong it had been. Knew, and ... was not bothered by it. And wished there to be no awkwardness.
The four of them continued to chat ... for a few minutes more. Until Oliver stood, and Annika stood, too, and they ... left. Together.
Assumpta watching them go.
Azure was quiet for a bit, still sitting next to her. He looked at the table-cloth, and then to her. "You ... knew him?"
"I knew him, yes," was her response.
"You, uh, 'knew' him in the ... spiritual sense? You imprinted with ... "
"Yes," was her whisper. Meeting his eyes. "I imprinted with him," she said, referring to the commonly held belief (among religious furs) that, to yiff with another ... was to imprint your soul upon theirs. To give part of yourself away. To leave a spiritual stamp ... on the one you were intimate with. One that would forever remain ... " ... but that was a year ago," she whispered. "Before I met you. I mean, before ... we became friends, and ... before I began to love you. I love you now. I do not love him. I do not anybody else." A breath. A shaky exhale. "I am sorry ... "
"Hey," Azure whispered. Squeezing her paw. Looking so fragile ... next to her. "Hey, don't be sorry ... nothing to be sorry for."
"I did not wish to tell you," she confessed (still whispering).
"Think I was gonna be jealous?"
"I do not know ... " She sighed. "I thought you might be angry."
"If it was before we met ... why would I have reason to be angry? A lot of furs," he said, "find loves, find mates ... that they proceed to love and lose. Sometimes, we mess up like that," he said. "Sometimes, it doesn't work."
A nod.
"We all have pasts, but ... we all have a present. We have a future. I mean, our ... we," he said, trying to word ... whatever it was he wanted to word. "I don't plan on ... letting you go. I don't plan on LETTING," he corrected, "go."
She wasn't sure how to respond to such romance. So, she nuzzled his neck. Gave him a little nip ... on the back of his neck. On his fur. His pelt. And gave a purr.
He closed his eyes.
She pulled her muzzle an inch or two away, whispering, "I believe I would like to try some more cake."
A smile. Remarking, "Too bad snow rabbits don't dance. Too bad there's not music. Cause I would dance with you right now," he said.
"I do not know," she confessed, "how to dance. I have never danced."
"Well ... I've never really danced, either. I don't think ... any-fur," he confessed, "actually KNOWS how to dance. It's just ... spontaneous. I just ... " He took a breath. Ears swiveling at all the voices in the room. "Can we go home?" he asked. Eyes opening. Looking shy and ... a bit overwhelmed. "Back to Luminous, I mean?"
"Yes," was her whisper. And, again, she nipped at his neck. "We will go home."
"Can we dance in the dark ... in our room?" he whispered. With innocence that only a rodent could muster.
"We can try."
"Trying's half the fun," was his response. Was his smile. "But, first, we need more cake." A giggle. "Yeah?"
She eye-smiled ... just as the snow rabbits did. "I believe we do."
"Mouse!"
Field turned. Blinked. "Hi," he said. In his wispy, airy way. He cleared his throat. Shifting his daughter in his arms.
"Heh ... didn't mean to scare you," said Pyro.
"Wasn't scared."
"Just jumpy, then?" A grin.
"I'm always jumpy," Field whispered. Sitting at one of the tables. In the mess hall.
Pyro took a seat across from him.
Field, holding the baby in his arms, looked up. "Was there ... something you wanted?"
A shrug on the wolf's part. "Just hungry."
Field squinted. Whiskers twitched ... and tail snaked.
A chuckle. "Not for mice!" Another chuckle, shaking his head. Red eyes glowing with mirth. "I don't eat sentient furs ... well ... not most of the time."
Field couldn't tell if that was a joke or not.
Pyro just grinned.
"You're in a good mood."
"Yeah, well ... " Another shrug. And eyes daring. "Had a good night."
"Yeah?"
A nod.
A pause.
"I have a mate now."
Field smiled shyly. "Congratulations."
"Yeah ... " A smile. "Dotna. She's ... my mate."
"I can totally see the two of you," Field admitted, "as a couple. Honestly ... "
Pryo sighed, leaning back in his chair. Eyes glowing. And he looked at the baby. "What's her name?" he asked. "I don't think I ... anyone ever told me."
"Akira," said Field. Softly. "Her name's Akira."
"That's a good name. A strong name," Pyro said. Nodding in approval.
"Well, femme bats ... by tradition, have names that start with 'A,' so ... it was Audrey or Akira, and ... we liked Akira." Field looked into her eyes. "I just ... it doesn't seem real, you know? That it should be real. She's my daughter. I have a child ... " He shook his head. "It scares me," he whispered.
Pyro just listened.
"I'm so worried about being a good parent. I just ... I'm so worried I'll mess it up."
"I don't think you will. I mean, I haven't been aboard this ship for very long, but ... from what I've observed of you, you seem to have your head on straight. I mean, it's not gonna fall off, is it?" the wolf asked. Grinning.
Field smiled and said, "Probably not."
"Well, then you'll be fine. You won't fall apart," Pyro assured.
Akira chitter-squeaked ... and gurgled. And stretched ... in Field's arms. Getting antsy.
"She tired?"
"Probably," Field said. "But that's not what she wants ... she's hungry."
"So, give her some baby food."
"Heh ... I don't have the proper ... equipment," Field said, "to do that."
"Oh." A chuckle. "That would make sense! I mean, I would hope you wouldn't have the equipment ... I mean ... I'll shut up now."
The mouse giggled.
"So, where is the milk-femme, hmm? Doesn't she know an order's been placed?"
"She's on duty. On the bridge. And, yeah, she knows ... she can sense it. But ... I watch the baby when she has to work, and she watches her when ... I have to work. And ... Ketchy watches her when we need some privacy." A pause. "I mean, the whole crew is our family. They're so kind to us. It's been hard, but they've ... you know, everyone's helped out ... you know, with things." The mouse went quiet. "Yeah, mommy's on the bridge," Field whispered, putting his muzzle on Akira's head. Giving the softest kiss. "Your mommy's on the bridge," he whispered, eyes closed.
Pyro smiled at the sweetness of the scene.
There was a momentary quiet.
Outside, the planet. The station. The stars.
And Pyro said, "I, uh ... I don't think your mate likes me."
Field opened his eyes. "Mm?"
"Adelaide. I don't think she likes me."
"Why do you say that?"
"She bristles when I come near. The other day, I came on the bridge ... to go to the ready room, to talk with Wren. You were at her station, and ... when I walked past the both of you, she bristled."
"Well, she's ... very protective of me," Field said.
"Do you need protecting?" Pyro asked.
Field looked to the window. And nodded. "Yeah," he whispered. And looked back to the wolf. "She doesn't trust you."
"Why not?"
"Back home, bats were ... brought to near-extinction ... by the predators."
"I'm not a predator," Pyro whispered.
"I know, but ... in our universe, you are."
"I'm not from your universe."
"But you're here NOW," Field emphasized. "And ... from our experience, from what we know, from what's imprinted in our brains ... you are a predator. Until you prove otherwise."
"Haven't I done that already? I mean, the way I act ... I helped you hunt down the wasps. I have a mate," he said, trailing.
"It just takes time ... I mean, I'm fine with you. But, I mean, I ... I can't criticize furs. I just ... sometimes, I'm too nice," Field said, closing his eyes. Letting out a breath. "Sometimes, furs take advantage of me."
"What do you mean?"
The mouse opened his eyes. "What?" A blink. "Mm ... nothing. Just ... my past," he said, trailing. "Some furs took advantage," he said, "of my innocence. My naivete. My ... nature," he said. "I had a traumatic few years. Before I ... got a second chance. Before I was stationed aboard Luminous. And it's been hard, but ... it's been a ride, you know?"
"Yeah ... "
"I mean, it's ... I'm blessed. I ... " The mouse trailed. "I have love all around me. I'm just terrified something's gonna fall from the sky and snatch it." A pause. "I think Chester ... is suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. I saw him a few hours ago. I tried to talk to him ... I'm a mouse, you know. He's a mouse. I can tell. Something's wrong ... "
"Why are you mentioning this?" Pyro asked.
"I don't know ... just worried, is all. He says there's no problem, but ... you know, I have the same anxiety problems he does. And if I survived an attempt on my life ... I mean, I don't know ... "
Pyro nodded. And squinted. Red eyes glowing. Powerful nose sniffing.
"What?" Field asked.
"She's probing my mind." The wolf's voice, at level tone ... indicated surprise. Eyes ... looking at Akira. "She's trying to probe my mind."
"Oh," Field said. "Yeah, she does that to everyone." He said it ... as if it were a normal, everyday thing. "She doesn't really know she's doing it. And she can't do much with it. Just ... she reaches out, telepathically, with her little feelers ... her mental feelers. She's so curious ... "
The wolf stared at the child.
Field held the baby closer. Saying, "Adelaide told me ... that you can mentally deflect deep scans. That takes a lot of mental training."
"Yes, it does," Pyro agreed. Still toneless.
"She wants to know why ... you have that ability. It's part of why she bristles when you're near. She thinks you've something to hide."
"Just because I don't open my mind," he said, "to telepathic bats ... doesn't mean I'm harboring dangerous secrets."
"Well, you're hiding something. Else you wouldn't be so defensive."
Pyro just cocked his head. "She's stopped," he said. "I can't feel," he said, "the baby's feelers."
"She sensed your unease ... and she backed off. She only reaches for good feelings."
Pyro frowned. "I have good feelings."
"I didn't say you didn't," Field whispered.
"I come from a dark place," Pyro told the mouse. "I've done dark things. It's best that ... they're not aired. I have a new life," he said, "here. A new start. I don't want furs digging in my past. So, if they try and rip it out of my mind ... they're in for a struggle."
"No one's gonna rip anything out of your mind." A pause. "You say Adelaide doesn't like you ... but I don't think you like her. So, how can you lament on her attitude," Field asked, "when you've the same one? Attitude, that is?"
"Field, we best leave this topic alone ... " His voice trailed.
The mouse nodded. Heeding the advice.
Momentary quiet.
"So, Soldotna's your mate, now, huh?"
"Yep ... " A grin from the wolf. "She's great. We had ... " His eyes went to the baby. Remembering her presence. And looking back to Field, the wolf continued. "We had ... Y-I-F-F."
Field giggle-squeaked. "Yeah?"
"Uh-huh." A grin.
"You don't have to spell it, you know. Akira's way too young to ... know any of it. We don't have to talk in code."
"Feel we should," the wolf said. "She seems," he said, of the baby, "rather intuitive."
"Yeah ... "
"What about you?"
"What?"
"You still Y-I-F-F?"
The mouse flushed. Ears turning a rosier pink. "Well, I'm ... a fur, aren't I? Of course, I Y-I-F-F ... where do you think this beauty came from," he said, of the child in his arms.
"Heh ... no, I mean ... heh. Yeah. No, but ... I mean, with a baby and all. Affected your Y-I-F-F life?"
Field giggled. This was not stuff he normally just ... casually talked about. But, right now, he didn't so much mind. Replied, "Not really. We still ... Y-I-F-F ... once a day. Sometimes, we're tired, or we get interrupted ... it's not like it was before, and you might think it'd be worse, then, but it's ... in some ways, it's better. We're more mature. We know each other very well. We're deeply in love. It's very comfortable ... "
"Huh ... yeah?"
A nod. "She does this thing," Field said, "where she B-I-T-E-S my N-E-C-K ... during I-N-T-E-R-C-O-U-R-S-E ... links our bodies and minds, and we ... share each others ... O-R-G-A-S-M-S. Feel each other's thoughts ... and all ... "
"Wow ... heh ... lucky you ... "
"She has a very unique physiology."
"Mm ... I, uh, K-N-O-T-T-E-D ... Dotna last night. It was our first Y-I-F-F together."
"Was it good?" A giggling grin.
The wolf, licking his lips, gave a toothy smile. "Oh, yeah ... she makes the cutest chitter sound ... mm ... "
"I prefer giving O-R-A-L ... you know, rather than getting it. Basically, I always ... let Adelaide take the lead. I'm the S-U-B ... in B-E-D and out of it. I love it, too ... "
"Never would've guessed," Pyro teased.
"Am I that obvious?"
"You come off as ... a bit effeminate ... nothing wrong with that." A grin. "So, you love the P-U-S-S-Y eating, huh?"
A flush. "Something like that ... yeah ... not like I have a fetish about it. I'd ... much rather have plain old ... I-N-T-E-R-C-O-U-R-S-E, you know. I mean, I'm ... a simple mouse. I guess I'm too traditional, so ... but, yeah, I do ... I ... "
"Basically, I can safely put you in the pro-P-U-S-S-Y category, huh? Love doing all sorts o' things with it, to it ... just love it, hmm?"
"Um ... yeah," Field said, blushing. "Heh ... yeah ... "
"I tend to N-I-B-B-L-E and N-I-P ... during Y-I-F-F ... it's a wolf thing."
"I feel," said Field sheepishly, "like we're holding a spelling bee about S-E-X." Spelling the slang word for 'yiff.'
"Who's winning?" Pyro asked. A chuckle.
"Not quite sure ... " A pause. "Anyway ... I'm happy for you and Dotna. I mean, it's ... I love ... love, you know? Love is great. I just ... seeing furs fall in love ... and being in love myself, and having little Akira here," he said, "exist because of my love. It's ... it's ... it's special, you know?" The mouse looked to Pyro. "Protect it. Protect her. Don't take it for granted."
"I won't ... "
The mouse nodded. Bouncing the baby a bit. Very gently. And whispering things to her. "She IS tired ... I think she's gonna fall asleep."
"Better take her back to your quarters."
"If I move, she might wake up," Field said.
"So, you're ... what, you're gonna sit here for hours, then?"
The mouse smiled. "Why not?" he asked.
A chuckle. "Isn't that inconvenient?"
"More like ... selfless. She needs to sleep. She's comfortable here. In this room. The quiet ... in my arms. She's wanting to sleep. I don't wanna jostle her." The mouse looked up. "Thought you were hungry?"
"Got so enraptured in our conversation," he said, "that I forgot about food!" A chuckle ... and a shrug.
A giggle from the mouse. "Mm ... "
"Well, I'll get my food and keep you company ... while you serve your time as the sentinel of slumber. How's that?" Pyro asked.
Field nodded. And gave a mousey smile.
" ... my word." Adelaide blinked, double checking the long-range sensors. That bat was currently in charge of the bridge (being that Wren and Rella were "relaxing" in the simulation room, and Field was off-duty, watching the baby).
She was at her Ops station. Doing scans and ... checking things.
An ion storm. Is what she saw.
Millions of miles across.
It was coming toward this system. It would blanket everything.
A ship could survive an ion storm ... as long as it powered down and ... rode it out. Ion storms fed on energy. In order to get through it, they would have to go to emergency power. Hole up on the ship (unless they wanted to leave the ship empty and stay on the surface of the planet).
The storm would take a whole day to pass.
It would make planet-fall in 22 hours ... give or take.
Would give them time to batten down the hatches. Secure Luminous, so they could get through the storm ... in her. With each other.
This, no doubt, would be interesting to ride out ... |
request story - starsage by matt-the-mutt | DONE! this one is also 7 months late, but given i started 2 days ago. I think I did well :3 anyway yeah this is a request for :userstarsage: its a basic "a sabotage gone wrong story" unnamed cat goes to sabotage the oposite team, it goes wrong... karma much? it contains unaware, shrinking, hinted | [
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anyway yeah this is a request for :userstarsage: its a basic "a sabotage gone wrong story" unnamed cat goes to sabotage the oposite team, it goes wrong... karma much?
it contains unaware, shrinking, hinted paws and musk and hinted digestion at the end. oh and micro!
P.S IM BACK BITCHES! P.P.S anyone got any more requests maybe?
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Guy shrinks, and sneaks into the locker room of an opposing team before a game, to spike their food/drinks. He times it wrong though, and has to avoid the team, nearly getting stepped on by the larger guys, before being kicked, and landing on the table. Desperate to hide, he dives into a burger/sandwich and ends up as a meal for one of the players.
It was early Sunday morning a very normal day for the collage all of the students having their last day off of the weekend but unlike most days today was the day of a almost established collage tradition. The annual feline vs. canine football game a childish sounding idea, but even as collage students cats and dogs have their rivalry.
Just before the game both teams warm up out on the pitch as with every game, the feline team however warming up with one less player, the youngest and one of a few science students ever to make it onto any team running late for some unknown reason. But little did either team know that he was planning to give the cats an unfair advantage.
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Looking outside the changing room quickly to look for anyone the black feline locks his self inside quickly looking to the entrance of the dogs area before checking over his needed supplies he needed for the simple sounding task, shrink his self to 3 inches in the cats changing room. Slip into the dogs changing room. Drop a dose of shrinking liquid into all of the team's refreshments. Get back to the changing room. Grow back for the second half of play with no dog team showing up to play, Simple. "So, shrinking solution for me" taking a quick glance down and tapping a small vial of purple liquid "check" "shrinking solution for mutts" grinning with a little laugh tapping a tiny vial of the same liquid down on the floor "check" So with that the black cat grabs at the larger vial. Popping off the cap and bringing it up to his small muzzle aiming to only take half of the solution, unfortunately a loud cheer breaks from outside causing the young cat to flinch slightly tipping the entire container into his gullet. The effects taking hold instantly the 6ft tall cat passing out with his form rapidly shrinking down to the ground.
Gasping heavily and sitting up the pure black feline sits his self up, falling back almost instantly due to a light headed sensation he just stairs up at the ceiling seemingly miles above him then to each side, the small changing room now a vast Plato of white with huge pieces of clothing scattering the landscape "okay if my calculations are right" he now sits up and stands up slowly stumbling slightly walking to the tiny container the size of his upper body and past the large shards of glass peppering the area "I should have been out for about 5 minuets giving me a good half hour to get this done" little known to the tiny cat was the slight overdose knocked him out for 25 minuets. Grappling with the glass tube the small black figure on the tiles stumbles his was to the other locker room. keeping as close to the wall as the clear images in his head of a titanic footpaw smashing into his form leaving nothing but a stain making him shudder and grip the container all the tighter. On his way a true sense of his size now becomes clear as the locked door is unlocked and a single pair of white paws enters the room, instantly causing the tiny cat to freeze in place, his back against the wall looking out from under the wooden bench covering the walls. Small eyes following the huge pair as they glide about the room getting closer till stopping just mere inches from his location, a wall of air hitting him as the foot strikes the ground knocking him back ageist the wall was his nose picks up a second problem with being so close to any feet at this size, the smell making him want to recoil but only meeting wall.
The snow leopard quickly heading into the changing room, picking up a clean shirt for his team mate and silently padding back out the door and locking it behind him oblivious to him the small set of eyes watching him leave. That totally normal and seemingly tiny event a huge wake up call for the small cat once again starting to move towards the dogs changing room "that foot was at least 3 times the size of me!" his tiny shouts not even making it a foot away in the huge room as his sensitive ears pick up on the now huge amount of cheering from outside.
Now almost to his destination he looks ahead the way blocked by a large pair of shoes tucked under the bench getting closer he keeps on going punching his way past in the tiny space between the wall and the back of the worn shoe the smells from inside wafting down towards him once again having to endure the stench of sweat and grime "god damn this reeks! I should have taken my chances with the open" he mumbles again finally getting past the shoes clearly able to see the way into the other changing room with a slight sigh of relief he grapples the container tightly and moves as quickly as he can the rest of the way.
Taking his first steps into the other changing room the minuscule cat gives a slight gasp at the cavern of a room he is now faced with. Unlike the felines team the dog team are a lot more disorganised, single items of clothes littering every space of the floor, dirt padded all through the place. His eyes scanning about the room instantly spotting the huge table of snacks on the other side of the room next to the wall, never understanding why the cats had one for their room "oh hi can ponder that later" he thinks and quickly makes his way to the table not going around for a lack of time scurrying across the floor passing many stinking articles of cloths jocks, socks, shoes t-shirts and so many more unknown items at this size. The glass clanging slightly with each new tile, the slight scraping instantly stopping as the door swings open with a rain of ear shattering cheers. Turning around slowly the small cats heart sinks to his feet, eyes stuck open wide with his tail hanging limp.
Behind the tiny cat the door bursts open the entire team flooding out from the small space the twelve players thundering in quickly filling ever space in the room with joking pushes and shoves from player to player. For the small feline now surrounded by dogs its the worse possible outcome. His hypnotic trance obliterated with the loud cheering ringing in his ears, clearly in the hot weather most of the teams chose to play without football trainers. A hail of bits of dirt raining over the black fur tinting it a slight brown causing him to look up in horror as a single yellow specked covered in dirt hushes downwards right at him! Instincts kicking in as he cat dives to the side the wall of air from the impact popping his hear drums and knocking him further into the middle of the room. Landing on something soft and rolling several times before coming to a stop the smell of male musk there but becoming a secondary concern as he remembers the vial. Looking back with his jaw wide open not seeing the tiny vial at all till the devastating paw lifts from the impact zone. The small glint of purple just visible between two white toes only to be lost out of sight again as he paw kicks, the uncaring stranger feeling a little irritation between the toes.
The small container fly's seemingly miles across the room followed by the wide eyes of the cat as it hits the floor near the table shattering into tiny shards along with the cats plan, the purple liquid draining into a nearby drain. Dropping to his knees the small cat whines "GOD DAMN STUPID DOGS NO!" his cries are mostly unheard even by him with the loud chants ringing all around. Now his only aim was to get out but even that was going to be hard with the constant rain of feet the size of cars and supporting the mass of a creature so much bigger than his self.
Even the small escape plane formed in his head was devastated as a cocky grown canine kicked the jock the cat was positioned on imitating a strike that got a goal in. The force of sudden movement pushing the cat back and into the pouch of the jock as it was propelled across the room. Hitting the floor once again and falling out of the crotch of the jock, without even enough time to get his bearings once again a shadow is cast over the black cat making him almost totally invisible even if anyone was looking for him. The shadow formed by a single paw once again the cat looking up with a loud scream only to get cut off as the foot hits the floor everything going black for the cat, total silence as the gust of wind again pops his ears only a dull ringing unsure if in fact he is now dead.
His answer comes a moment or two later with the shock wearing off the pressure around him a little confusing as he squirms about, furry walls pressing in on all sides pressing in a little tighter now and then. To the black husky now carrying the cat it is a tiny problem as he clenches his toes about while talking to a fellow team mate moving about the changing room and sitting on the head wooden bench, his feet lifting up and fording over his leg. The simple movement to get comfortable proving a very bad move for the little companion the toes picked up propelling him clean free of the tight space giving him a wonderful normal furs view of the world before gliding back down once again right towards his original destination, the food table.
Landing with a dull thud along with the loudest shout ever to come from that black furred muzzle, the defeated cat comes to a stop in the midst of massive palters of food, his clean fur now ruffed up, tinted brown with dirt and the smell of sweat musk and fear handing around him and now his ankle severally twisted from that last trip. He spots one of the first dogs to ruin his plan heading to the table, which that damned brown furred canine with a white strip down his muzzle. But not wanting to be mistaken for an insect given how many he crushes day-to-day he pulls his self out of the way and between two slices of bread "its fine, I will jump out when he is gone again" he thinks to his self as his feet just about disappear between the two layers of bread.
While chatting to the goal keeper standing just near him not looking at the table as he flicks the top slice of a already made sandwich flicking the lid of a bottle of mayonnaise and quickly giving the ham and salad a good covering before putting it back and replacing the top layer of bread and grabbing it up in a single brown furred paw with the mayo oozing out the sides and onto the floor. Almost at the same moment the cat stops for a little rest light floods in from behind just turning in time to watch the dog squeeze the bottle of white. A wave of thick smelling mayonnaise coating the floor of ham the bottle passing over head for a moment, the weight of the cool thick liquid pinning him down on his back, his fur soaking up the stuff as he squirms about hopelessly with the added weight on him watching and shouting watching the bread fall back into place, the thick cream all around welling up around him and over him, his head forced back looking out as he is lifted back up to eye level.
The smell of the sandwich replacing everything for a moment before the unfortunate planner gets a first look of his destination, the already open maw of a dag, his hot humid breath hitting just as hard as the many paws had today, desperately squirming and shouting for help both falling on unawares as the maw rushes forward taking its first bite.
The view of the cavern of a maw is blocked as a few crunching sounds come from around a sudden meeting of two walls of white happening right before the wide eyes of the cat, before they pull back swiftly covered in a pair of black lips and the sickening sound of wet muffled crunching coming from inside the mouth before a single gulp and a large bulge appearing on that dogs throat. Then looking up once again the maw once again opens, totally empty apart from a few left over bits of chewed up unrecognisable mess. A sew strands of thick saliva connecting both of the jaws breaking and dripping down. The maw again working its way forward this time the cat entering that maw, slapped in the face with a drip of slobber making him scream all the louder for help the crunch again sounding this time a lot faster, his feet just brushing against the inside of thoughts deadly teeth.
Only chewing one or two making everything around him turn into a thick horrid smelling mix of sandwich ham, salad mayonnaise and dog saliva with the small cat trapped and caked in the centre of the ball of mush. The dog now and then saying a word in his convocation giving his snack a last view of the outside world before the lips seal again and a wet gulp sounds all around the wet mix being pulled back and into the tight confides of the throat rippling all around it and compacting it slightly "dude that bit tasted like your foot" the dog laughs pointing to the relaxing black husky "you saying my paws be tasting of mayo there matt?" he states to a outburst of laughter between the team.
For the small cat on the other hand this was no joking matter, pulled down into total darkness with the smells around him getting worse by the moment his mind and body in complete shock when he is finally deposited into the hellish stomach, not so happy about being swallowed whole now thinking it would have been better to be chewed up than face this! The thick ball of food quickly falling apart leaving the cat to be pushed and rolled about as the game starts again, the lack of air and the strong acid levels quickly knocking the black furred musk smelling mayo stained defeated cat out of conciseness his form not even lasting till the end of the game... even if the cats did face a total loss at the hands of the canies. |
The UAA Chapter Three: Defense Breaker by Max The Wolf | The UAA Chapter Three: Defense Breaker. Story and Characters © Michael .B [Max The Wolf (YS) LT\_Max\_W\_Charger (FA)] Disclaimer: no one to read unless you are over 17, 18, or 21 depending on where you live in this world....may contain some mature stuff...who the fuck am I kidding...my stories | [
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Story Theme: Sidewinder - Avenged Sevenfold Wolfs Theme: A Little Bit More [Instrumental] - Kenny Wayne Shepherd Battle Theme: Forever - As I Lay Dying Capture Theme: Down - Motografer End Theme: Solitaire-Unraveling - Mushroomhead ( HEH...I had to...)
Story started: 8-3-2009, Finished: 8-4-2009 Edited: 8-5-2008 ( Fixed some words. And took out two.)
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From the lands of death and the shadows of hell...gods light will shine upon the savior and the weak...all is needed is Faith. - Quote of Gina
From the Fires and Flames, the death and carnage...we will rise up and strike down those against us. And we will win. - Quote of Michael
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Slowly I woke up with Gina in my arms, her muzzle resting upon my chest as her tail twitched softly. I smiled, kissing her on the nose before I got up and moving to the window and looking out at the woods silently. Soon I heard the telephone ring, picking up the small wireless phone I shook my head slightly.
"Yes?"
"Sir, your presence is requested in the command room...you have to see this." replied Ginger.
"I'll be there." I replied before ending the call and setting the phone back down and looking to the side as Gina murred softly while she sat up.
"What's wrong?
"I'm needed down in the command room." I looked to her slowly with a soft smile that was kindly returned by the beautiful lupine who slowly crawled out of the bed. Slowly she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, placing a soft kiss to my lips before speaking softly.
"Go on and see what's wrong. I'll be here waiting for you no matter what."
I gave a slight nod...moving to the bathroom to get cleaned up and soon I was on my way down the hall before Blaze and Reno showed up and sided me. I knew that if they was with me this quick, then something bad was going on. So with a slight nod to them, the three of us broke into a slight jog down the empty halls. Once we was at the command room, we walked in and over to a large map that was displayed on a large computer screen before we was greeted by Ginger.
"Glad you made it, Wolf. Some one has breeched the outer defense...who ever it is, there good." she looked at me slowly while slightly tapping her hooves together in a nervous fashion before she calmed down when I rested my hand upon her shoulder. "There in the south side...looks like they might be rebels who want to damage the cause of the UAA."
I gave a slight nod. "I figure as much. Well...lets wake up everyone...Red alert and give me the base com line." I had figured that everyone would be up by now and more liable to hear the message. Soon the base was filled with the sound of the alarm, and red lights as Ginger gave me the intercoms wired-in phone like receiver.
"Attention all battle personnel...this is a Red Alert...we have unknown trespassers inside the bases defense line...I want all able and willing soldiers to report to the hanger...armed and armored. Lets go welcome our new guests. Move!" I slowly turned to Blaze and Reno who looked back at me intently, waiting for there own orders before I shook my head. "Not this time guys...I'm placing both of you in command of this base while I'm gone. I trust you to know just what to do if something bad happens.?"
"Yes Sir." Reno replied with a salute.
Blaze stood there silently before giving a slow nod. "Sir...I understand. But if something happens to you...I'll give my life for you."
I looked to him slowly with a smile before shaking my head once more. "Blaze...you know the rules and you will follow them to the letter. You will stay here with your brother, and you will take command of this base until something can be done.. Blaze, I trust you with everything, you've always been there for me and protected me." I then looked to Reno. "You too. I thank you both." I then turned and walked out of the command room before turning around in the doorway. "One more thing...Blaze...you take good care of my sister...and Reno...take care of Gina for me." I was once more replied by two strong and loyal salutes before I then walked down the halls and to the hanger where I was greeted by two hundred armed soldiers. Slowly I got my armor on and picked up a M87ELA .50calaiber BMG rifle fitted with a high powered range finger scope, and a Aks-74u assault rifle, strapping it to my side while I picked up some spare ammo and some HE Grenades.
"WOLF!"
I spun around to see Gina running up to me before taking me into her arms, holding me close, nuzzling up against my neck before whispering.
"You're going out there aren't you?"
"Yes...I have to defend those I love and this cause." I gave a slight nod while stroking along her neck, causing her to give a soft moan.
"Wolf." she looked up to me slowly, her amber eyes full of worry. "I have something to tell you..."
I softly silenced her with a finger to the end of her muzzle. "Later my love...I have to go, but you can tell me as soon as I get back. I love you." I gave her one last kiss before I walked to the waiting hummer, getting in slowly before driving off out of the hanger, followed by the rest of the armed group. The ride was a little long for me but my mind was focused on the task ahead...some one had stepped in on our home with out so much as a call ahead to see if it was okay...what was this world coming to? So now it was time to go teach them a lesson in manners and respect. Slowly I loaded the M87ELA, but my mind drifted back slowly to Gina and her request to tell me something...it bugged me a little. What could she have not told me already that I haven't heard over the past six months? Shaking my head, I pushed that thought to the back of my mind while I watched the woods become thicker and thicker, before a bullet slammed into the side of the hummer, followed by a RPG that hit just in front of us causing the person who was driving to veer off and ram a tall tree that stalled the hummer.
The rest of the group stopped quickly and made for cover as machine gun fire erupted into the late morning sky. Slowly I stumbled from the wrecked transport, pulling the rifle from beside the seat before taking cover behind a fallen log. I then took aim through the scope of my rifle, and like I learned in the movies I have seen, I targeted the muzzle-flash of the enemy before I fired. The heavy recoil of the rifle caused dust to fly up from around where the barrel rested, even though it was a foot above the ground, and the report from the shot echoed for miles around even over the full automatic machinegun fire. I glanced back to the group behind me, we was like cattle waiting to be slaughtered...I knew we wouldn't last. I looked back in front of me at the darkness in front...it reminded me of a few old classic war movies I seen with the war with America and Japan...and I felt like I was in that movie right now...I knew what was going to happen and I'll be damned if I let my friends get slaughtered when they can still get away so I turned around looking to the closest officer I had, finding a young tigress crouched down behind a tree while firing into the darkness.
I remember when Blaze brought her to the base two months ago...a homeless kitten with out a penny to her name...dirty and distraught...afraid of nearly everything, but she seamed to take kind to Blaze and Reno quite easy...then for me. With the Alfred brothers help I was able to train her quickly for the resistance, and I was proud of her...she had the true heart of a warrior and it pleased me. I then flagged her over, while I turned back around and fired off another shot into the darkness.
"Sir!" the tigress spoke just after she dove down beside me, looking up with yellow eyes, her fur a deep orange with the typical black stripes.
I looked to her quickly. "I want you to take everyone out of here...fall back to the base. Regroup and hold fast there...if they come close...give them a hell of a welcome." I grinned.
"What about you sir?"
"Me...I'll stay here and cover you all."
"But..."
"That's an Order!" I replied sharply with the tone I had mimicked from the movies. Slowly the tigress gave a nod and moved back to the defending line, passing the word around and soon everyone started to fall back quickly as I remained behind, taking shots into the darkness. I could only hope whoever was attacking would just take me and not go on any more. God I hope.
Time was crawling by as the gunfire never stopped until something hit me in the side, but it didn't hurt...just felt like a pinch. Slowly I looked down to see a dart in my side before I groaned. "Aw...Shhiiiitttt." soon my world went dark then I felt someone or something pick me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me off somewhere, and over the darkness...I heard these words. "We Got Him. He'll tell us where they are." that's when it all went silent.
When everyone made it back to the base, Gina was waiting in the hanger with the Alfred brothers, waiting and watching. And soon after the last one entered the hanger, the doors closed down tight, locking into place with heavy steel bolt locks and gears. Gina then looked up to Reno slowly. "Where is he?"
Reno slowly shook his head. "I don't know...I counted heads as they entered...I didn't see him come in with them."
Gina whimpered softly as she ran to the nearest member of the unit, who just happened to be the young tigress. "Where's my mate? Where's Wolf?!" she whined softly as the tigress looked to her slowly, sorrowfully.
"He staid behind to cover our retreat. I don't know what happened."
Gina then ran for the heavy steel doors, grabbing onto one of the steel bolts and jerking on it in a feeble attempt to get out. "WOLF!! God don't do this to me...please!" she whined deeply "LET ME OUT!!! LET ME GO TO HIM!!" she cried out between whining howls of sorrow before she was turned around by Blaze who had came up behind her, holding her close to him, ignoring the weak hits she sent against his chest as she burred her face in his fur, sobbing.
"I know, Gina...god I know. Don't worry...we'll find him." he looked down at her.
Slowly she looked up to him, her eyes clouded by tears as she sniffed softly. "Promise me...Promise me you'll find him, and bring him back!" her ears laid back against her skull as her tail tucked between her legs, her whole body shaking in fear and sorrow.
"I promise. I'll bring him back." Blaze replied softly while he stroked along her back, looking intently at the doors out of the hanger, his eyes filled with rage. ‘I'll rip apart those bastards if they have harmed you master...We're coming for you.' he thought with a growl. ‘We all are coming.'
(To Be Continued.)
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Kevin
Ertappt!
Das Türschloss knackte. Das Geräusch eines Schlüsselbundes. Lautlos glitt die Tür im Dunkeln auf. Leises rascheln der Kleidung war zu hören. Ich öffnete meine Augen, doch selbst für sie war es zu dunkel. Ich lag immer noch mit Klas auf der Couch. Weiteres Rascheln und leichtes stapfen war zu hören. Sanft stupste ich Klas an: „Wach auf, da ist jemand.", „Lass mich schlafen.", gab er mir nur zurück. Ich stand auf, immer noch nackt von der vorherigen Nacht. So leise wie möglich nahm ich mir die Decke und hüllte mich damit ein. Leise tapsend begab ich mich zu einem der Lichtschalter. Mit zugekniffenen Augen drückte ich den Lichtschalter.
„AUA! Wer zum Teufel hat das Licht angemacht!?", keifte es aus dem Eingangsbereich. Es waren Klas' Eltern, Loretta und Richard van den Moon. „Schatz, es wird Niklas gewesen sein, " beruhigte Loretta ihren Ehegatten, „ Niklas? Wo zum teufel bist du?!". Leise knurrte es von der Couch. „Wie sieht es denn hier aus?! Hast du wieder Alkohol getrunken? Rauf in dein Zimmer, wir unterhalten uns morgen, mein Söhnchen!", brüllte seine Mutter lauthals, während sie versuchte ihn von der Couch hochzuziehen, „Hilf mir doch Richard!". Dies war Richards Stichwort und er folgte der bitte seiner Geliebten. Unsanft packte Klas' Vater seinen Sohn an den Schultern und zog in gerade noch so hoch, dass dieser selbst stehen konnte. Plötzlich war es still und selbst Richard konnte sich ein Grinsen nicht verkneifen. Seine Frau jedoch blieb todernst und drückte ihrem Sohn die Bettdecke in seine Pfoten, gab ihm einen Stups in Richtung Treppe und begleitete ihn in sein Zimmer. Während Klas die Treppe hinaufging, schaute er kurz zur Seite und erblickte mich, wie ich mit vorgehaltener Pfote immer noch leise Kichernd neben dem Lichtschalter stehe. Er grinste etwas und formte einen Kussmund, ich warf ihm einen Kuss zurück und unsere Blicke verfolgten uns, bis Klas nicht mehr zu sehen war. Kurz darauf kam seine Mutter wieder heruntergetrappelt und begab sich wieder ins Wohnzimmer um die verderbliche Ware in den Kühlschrank zu tun. Erschrocken bemerkte ich, dass ich in der Küche stehe. Leise tapste ich zur Kellertreppe und huschte etwas tiefer. „Was hat der den hier getrieben? Das ist ja schrecklich! Der Topf in der Küche ist total vebrannt! Überall sind Flecke: Auf der Couch, Auf dem Teppich, der Boden ist sowieso voll, und sogar an der Wand!", bemängelte Loretta und räumte das Gröbste auf. Richard kicherte bloß und half beim Aufräumen. Nachdem es wieder Halbwegs sauber war, setzte sich Loretta grazil auf die befleckte Sitzgelegenheit und versuchte, sich in nichts hineinzusetzen. Ihr Mann hingegen setzte sich mit seinem Armani-Anzug einfach hin. Ich war inzwischen etwas höher getapst, nun konnte ich beide gut beobachten. Loretta, mit ihrem wunderschönen schwarzen Fell das im Licht des Wohnzimmers wie Samt schimmerte. Ihr unglaublich schlanker Körper und die dezente Oberweite ließen sie schier perfekt wirken. Ihr Mann Richard war nicht minderschön. Seine warmen Bernsteinaugen glitzerten immer noch vom Anblick seines Sohnes. Er legte seine Anzugjacke ab, was das eng anliegende Hemd und somit seinen muskulösen Oberkörper offenbarte. Richard sah beinahe genauso aus wie sein Stiefsohn, und somit war es nicht verwunderlich, dass mich dieser Anblick etwas erregte. Loretta kicherte leise und sagte dann lachend: „ DEN hat er von seinem Vater!" Sanft legte sie die Pfote auf den Oberschenkel ihres Gatten und fuhr sanft auf und ab. Richard murrte und schaute seiner Frau in die Augen, gab ihr einen Kuss auf ihre sanften Lippen und griff nach ihren Hüften. „Und du bist immer noch so schön wie an unserem Hochzeitstag." Loretta kicherte etwas und schenkte ihrem Gatten erneut einen Kuss. „Aber du willst doch nicht hier, wo unser Niklas schon...", bemerkte sie kleinlaut. Ihr Mann grinste diabolisch. „Warum nicht?", gab er zurück und öffnete murrend sein Hemd, „Sonnst bist du auch nicht so zimperlich!" Lorettas kichern glich dem eines schüchternen Schulmädchens. Der Gürtel klickte und Richrads Hände zogen sanft die Täger des Kleides seiner Frau hinunter. Sie kicherte bloß, gab ihrem Gatten einen Kuss und drückte ihm anschließend ein Kissen in die Schnauze. Laut kichernd stand sie auf und rannte die Treppe hinauf. „Ich krieg' dich und dann werd ich dich fressen!", rief Richard ihr hinterher. Er lief ihr hinterher und zog sich die Hose im laufen aus.
Da die Luft nun rein war, suchte ich meine und die Anziehsachen von Klas in der Küche zusammen. Ich zog mir die Hose an und begab mich dann in den Garten. Die Sterne leuchteten hell, jedoch war im Osten schon ein heller Streifen zu erhaschen. Leise kletterte ich über das Efeugitter auf das Dach, das sich vor Klas' Zimmer befand. Ich schaute in das Zimmer und dachte mir nur: „Typisch Klas.". Wie es aussah lies Klas' seiner Erregtheit freien lauf, da er sich gerade selbst befriedigte. Ich klopfte behutsam gegen die Fensterscheibe. Klas schaute erschrocken auf, lächelte aber, als er mich erblickte. Er stand auf und öffnete das Fenster, half mir hinein und drückte mir einen Kuss auf. Seine wunderbaren weichen Lippen pressten sich auf meine, und dieser Augenblick sollte nie vergehen. Erneut hörte ich das klimpern eines Gürtels, nur war es diesmal meiner. Meine Hose glitt auf den Boden und entblößte meine Erregung. Unsere Teile tropften vor Pre, wir stöhnten leise, als sie sich berührten. Plötzlich ging die Tür auf und Klas' Vater stand uns nackt gegenüber. „Ertappt!", begann er plötzlich ernst, „Kevin mitkommen!" Etwas verwirrt folgte ich der Anweisung und ging mit Richard vor die Tür. Ohne ein Wort zu sagen standen wir uns gegenüber und musterten uns: Richard war in engen Boxershorts noch schöner und anregend als angezogen, sein schlanker und etwas muskulöser Körper wäre der perfekte Ort sich auszutoben. Doch diese Gedanken erregten mich mehr als ich wollte. Auch Richard schien von mir nicht abgetan, denn auch seine Erregung zeigte sich sichtbar. „Wie alt bist du eigentlich?", fragte mich Richard und zerriss somit die stille. „ 17, nächsten Monat werde ich 18.", antwortete ich, „Ich bin nur drei Jahre jünger als Sie." Klas' Stiefvater war sehr jung, denn Loretta hatte noch mal geheiratet, nachdem ihr Mann gestorben war. Dieser fiel noch bevor Klas geboren war einem Unfall zum Opfer und Loretta übernahm die Firma. Vor zwei Jahren lernte sie dann Richard kennen und letzten Sommer hatten sie geheiratet. Richard grinste verlegen und schaute auf sein nun voll erregiertes Teil das sich sichtbar auf der Engen Unterhose abzeichnete. Klas kam gerade aus seinem Zimmer und stand nun zwischen uns. Er eschaute erst mich dann Richard an und grinste anschließend etwas. „Loretta schläft schon", gab uns Richard kurz bescheit. Klas überlegte kurz und schaute Richards unglaublich große leider noch verborgene Männlichkeit an. Er nickte dann bloß und ging wieder zurück in sein Zimmer. „Für eine Katze ist deiner außergewöhnlich groß." Machte mir Richard das Kompliment, als er an mir vorbei ging und mit seiner Pfote die spitze meines harten Gliedes streichelte. Etwas aufgeregt tapste ich ihnen hinter her in Klas' Zimmer.
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Crisis of Power, Chapter 3 by FrostDragon | #3 of Crisis of Power - if you're under 18, GTFO NAO or hope you're not caught CHAPTER 3 The next day was Monday...and the start of a hellish week for the both of us. I don't know if it was because of my new dragon side, but things began falling apart left and right. School was fine, there was no | [
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CHAPTER 3
The next day was Monday...and the start of a hellish week for the both of us. I don't know if it was because of my new dragon side, but things began falling apart left and right. School was fine, there was no change in that...but my friends all suddenly started talking trash about me and Amber. Just, out of the blue, everyone suddenly turned nasty. Jordan and a few of my neighborhood friends were still nice, but when it was found that they sided with me they also fell under the club of beratement. It wasn't only at school, either...if I went to the store to get food, I would get weird looks, and someone even tried to pick a fight with me. Amber, too, was getting this treatment, but far worse than I was, and by the end of the week she never left my side. Others would try to torment her...but they knew to keep outta my way.
One night I came home with Amber to find the Nacyls and my parents sitting around the table, worried looks on their faces. Mom gasped when she saw my face. "Tony?! What happened?!"
"Some asshead decked me..." I rubbed the bruise on my face and winced as it throbbed.
"He was protecting me," Amber said, holding onto my arm and leaning on me. "They tried to grab me but he stepped in and kicked their asses."
Mr. Nacyl looked at his wife and they both nodded slightly...I knew, probably through my link with Amber, that they knew it was time we revealed our secret. Amber had told them...after all, they had helped her locate me...but I was nervous. How would my parents take to this? I took my seat at the table and Amber sat next to me, her head on my shoulder. Mom giggled at us. "You two make such a cute set..."
Amber's mind flashed and I knew what she wanted, and I sighed and rubbed her head. "Actually, Mom...you said you and Dad got married when you were 19?"
Dad choked on his drink. "You're not serious, are you?!"
"I'm fully serious, Dad...Amber and I want to be together. But...there's...there's far more to it than that."
Before my parents could ask, Mrs. Nacyl leaned on the table, clearing her throat. "I'm sorry we've not told you all this time...but Amber, and apparently Tony, have a huge secret that could mean life or death. Have you heard of Project Dragonsearch?"
Mom nodded nervously. "It's a government project, isn't it?"
Mr. Nacyl growled and nodded. "The government is determined to wipe out any and all traces of dragons left in the world. Dragons haven't been around for centuries, so no one thinks they exist anymore...but Tony's fascination with dragons was not some mere boyish thing."
"Should we...should we show them?" Amber asked nervously, and my parents looked at us in confusion and disbelief.
"It's the only way to prove yourselves." He stood up and made sure the doors and windows were closed and blinded completely. "Okay."
Amber and I stood up and took our shirts off. Luckily for Amber she had a pretty modest bra on or my parents might have freaked. We looked at each other hesitantly, and my parents shouted in surprise as we both reverted to our draconic forms, spreading our wings wide for them to see. Amber's pants already had a slit in the back for her tail but I'd had to buy myself a similar pair, and I felt the fabric against my scaly hide. My parents just stared at us in complete shock and I looked at the floor. "Mom...Dad...I'm sorry we hid this from you, but you need to know."
Dad was the first to recover. "Well...ummm...this is..." I could tell he wanted to call it a game, but he couldn't, not with us standing here in scales with our wings slowly undulating behind us as we stood there.
"This is the biggest secret you will ever have to keep," Amber said, folding her wings behind her back. "Project Dragonsearch is far more than genocidal...the government wants to eradicate us to usher in the Power Age."
"Power Age?" Mom asked. Amber went on to explain what she knew from having joined the Project, and my parents listened intently. Mr. and Mrs. Nacyl sometimes added in a few notes if Amber missed them. When the story was done, everyone was quiet for a while, but Dad finally sat back with a heavy sigh.
"Well, seems this is pretty fucking important...so, when's the ceremony?" he finished teasingly, and Amber giggled and I groaned in frustration.
"We haven't actually decided yet if we're gonna...become mates, as it is in dragon terms...but Amber and I need to disappear, not only for our own good, but for yours and the neighborhood's. P.D. soldiers came into school two days ago, and from I saw of them, they are not ones to mess with, at least the older crowd. I have a feeling they'd raze this place just to kill us."
"But our government can't do that!" Mom said.
"They can and they are..." Amber said sadly. "The wackos in office have passed the legislation over the years that has added up to allowing this hunt."
Dad growled. "I knew that bitch didn't belong in office..."
"The President hasn't done anything much yet, but she's the underground leader," Amber said with similar disapproval. "Who would've guessed, first female president screws us over for her amibitions."
"This coming from a girl," I said chidingly, finally calming the scene a bit with all-around laughter.
"I almost wonder if she's part dragon herself..."
Mom sighed, smiling at us. "Well, I repeat my statement...you two make a cute set. But...if Tony's a dragon, which of us did he get it from?"
Amber shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. You both feel like dragons, it may have been passive along your lines until he popped up."
"Wait..." I was confused. "I thought you and the book both said anyone with dragon blood was a dragon?"
"That's not the whole truth..." Mr. Nacyl said. "They have the *potential*, but not always the direct ability. We've found that over the generations of disuse, dragon blood has become recessive, but can at random become dominant in a child on conception. But that does not clear either of you from the government's lists...if they find out about you, Amber, or Tony, or if anyone in your family finds their dragon side and the government finds out, you will be killed or detained to prevent 'breeding'."
"What about you?" Mom asked, and Mrs. Nacyl shook her head.
"Dragons are always connected to each other and Amber has no connection to us. She was adopted, remember?"
"Mom! You make it sound like I'm disowned!" Amber said in exasperation.
"Sadly... it would seem the protective course of action you two have chosen is itself disownment..."
"We're not dropping off the face of the earth," I said, wrapping my wing around my dragon-vixen, "we're just gonna be in hiding while we attempt to find and awaken the other dragons while we still can. Amber and I both sense others in this neighborhood, but we have to randomize it to keep the enemy off our tails."
"When do you two leave? And where?"
Amber looked at me sadly. "We don't know...we need to figure out what to do about school. We're both doing so well..."
"The semester is almost over," Dad said, looking at the calendar on his phone. He'd had me program important dates into it. "Any chance you two can tough it out to the end? After that you're free to go."
"But that's three weeks, and something could happen at any second!" I said. "We can't stay here and potentially bring harm to the neighborhood!"
Mrs. Nacyl looked at Amber thoughtfully. "Well, Amber's a P.D. member, isn't she?"
"Yes...ooohh, I see." She looked at my parents. "May I use your phone?"
"Of course," Mom said, gesturing to the kitchen. Amber held her arms off to the side a bit, and her wingarms pressed against them and fused as she turned back into a fox. She put on her shirt and went into the kitchen. I turned back into a calico human and pulled my shirt on as she dialed a long number.
"...271654...15, 16, 81...damn I hate these security things--forlorn. For-Lorn! Finally...Hello sir. 271654 reporting status. No sign of draconic activity in sector 27-prime lots 31, 65, or 67. Sir?" She paused, and I tapped into her mind and felt her growing agitated. "Y-yes sir. No, I have been more vigilant than ever this turn. Not every sector is guaranteed to have dragons, sir. Ye...Yes sir. I'm also calling to report that something has arisen and I may not be reachable for an extended time period. Family issues. Sir?" Apparently her contact was lecturing her; I felt her anger growing. "Sir, with all due respect, I don't give a shit. I'm nineteen years old, I have been in the search since I was nine; if I remember correctly, by the project's rules---no, YOU listen you fucker! I am fully entitled to a vacation, and by the contract YOU had me sign I can stay away however long I need! End of conversation, sir! If you don't remember, look it up in your fucking computer database you can't stay away from for five fucking minutes! And on that note, I still don't see how you assholes can find dragons with technology, you know the 65% error rate!" With that she turned the phone off and leaned on the counter. I quietly walked in, running my hand on her back up to her opposite shoulder.
"Hey, what was that about?"
"They wanna change the contract agreements and employ me full-time...there's no fucking way I'm doing that. I signed on as a volunteer, by their conditions they have no right to fuck around with the agreement like this."
"Boy, I've never heard you drop the F-bomb more than twice in ten minutes, and here it is five times in three minutes."
"I'm sorry but I can't do it anymore...not only do they piss me off to no end but my life and yours are both on the line the longer I work for them. If they found out I just came right out and lied..."
"Hey, hey, settle down...we'll get out of here." I hugged her from behind and she held my arms. "Just think, after the semester is done, we'll be together," I whispered behind those large ears of hers.
"That's the only thing keeping me in the fight right now," she replied.
"Everything okay in there?" Mrs. Nacyl called, obviously worried. I guided Amber out of the kitchen and we sat down while she collected her thoughts.
"They filed my report, we should be safe...but I blew up at the district director because the bastard wants to change the whole contract on me. I just hope they don't send in soldiers because of me..."
"Tony, why not get the ice cream out? I think we all need something relaxing," Dad said, and I gave Amber's shoulders a quick reassuring rub before standing up.
"What flavor is it?" she asked, and I went to the freezer.
"Peanut-butter pretzel!" The Nacyls all cheered a bit and my parents laughed, and I dished out six bowls and we indulged in our post-dinner snack.
Three painful weeks went by. Studying for and then taking the finals was brutal...Amber had a breakdown one night in the clubhouse and I had to calm her down. She was a nervous wreck...her dragon powers were really strong, and she kept sensing that something wasn't right, something heavy was approaching, and that didn't help her studying in the least. Our parents let us camp out in the treehouse, seeing how we focused better up there. The treehouse had windows on two sides, and on the side wall there was another wall, behind which we usually put our stuff, completely out of sight of the trapdoor or windows. The last week of the semester we spent the nights in that corner, propped up on pillows with all our clothes bundled up off to the side. Usually Amber would lie against me, her back on my chest, and she'd flip through books or notes with me watching over her shoulder, petting her fur, sometimes gently massaging her breasts or even caressing her between her legs. It kept her calm and focused, and we both enjoyed it immensely, just the fact that we could strip naked with each other without a care in the world. Of course, sometimes my body would say otherwise, but Amber didn't mind in the least those nights when my erection brushed along her soft clit or poked at her butt. After studying I'd wrap my arms around her and pull a blanket over us to shield from the wind, and she'd fall asleep on me. The tests, though...I had three finals, Amber had three and one extra physics lab redo...talk about *the* longest nine total hours in the history of the world. With Amber's coaching I was coming more in touch with my dragon side...and all throughout the tests I kept feeling others around me, though I couldn't tell who in the room I was sensing a connection with. At least, not until I started getting weird looks after the test. My memory was sharply enhanced after finding myself, and I set those faces to memory, along with their names if I knew them. But the first sign of confirmation happened right after the final test...Jordan and I were talking, and I suddenly had a brief glimpse at his thoughts. Now I knew why Amber was so curious about him...she'd felt his draconic side. I didn't bring it up with him, but the moment I found Amber I traded thoughts with her, giving her my memorized faces and names. She was thrilled...apparently dragons were perceptive of me, a trait she didn't have, and we both knew I would have to use this in order to more easily locate others when we finally set about reaching out to the rest of the race.
Amber's dreams, though, began revealing themselves as warnings. P.D. cars began patrolling our neighborhoods...not very often or with any pattern, but Amber was very edgy after the final exams. We didn't bother signing up for the next semester---can't go to college while hiding. But, we started looking into other places to stay from which we could carry out our underground operation...no luck. We had to get out of the neighborhood to protect everyone, but there was nowhere to go, and if we disappeared into the wild the government would become suspicious with our unregistered absence. Finally, two weeks into summer, we took the only option left to us...we stayed with our parents. Or rather, both families lived in one house. The Nacyl's house, on the last day of exams, suddenly shifted on its foundations. They were able to move everything out, but on inspection we were informed that the ground was unstable, the foundations were poorly crafted and made of inferior materials, and to top it off there was ebonyrot behind the drywall of the house. Ebonyrot is a dangerous mold, pitch-black in color, that is not only a carcinogen but in the coming winter months, in order to survive the cold the bacteria grow a protective layer of a very toxic substance around themselves, adding to their natural poisonous potential. So, the house was condemned and Amber and her parents lived with us. And Amber still kicked my ass in video games, though I was one of few that could hold out a 15-minute 4-stock match against her for longer than 12 minutes.
One day, after playing her new Legends and Dragons game, we decided to stretch our sore legs and take a hike in the woods where Amber had helped me unlock myself. I also had to condition my flight...It was hard for us to fly through the woods, but that made it all the more intensive and I was learning pretty quickly. Amber grinned at me with lidded eyes as she sloughed off her clothes, and I followed suit and we both reverted to our dragon forms.
"What, no wings?" I asked, seeing her bare back.
"Nah, not today. So, you ready to breathe fire?"
"Do we hafta do it in the woods here?" I asked, looking around. "If we set fire to something we could get blown." What I didn't know, and can't resist revealing here, was that we were already blown---P.D. soldiers had us both in their sniper rifle sights. We were extremely lucky---dragons can sense radio and communications frequencies, so these soldiers had nothing on them to alert anyone else about us. If they did, Amber and I would have sensed them. They were the only ones that knew about our secret.
"Well, not really, but we really don't have any other location to train."
I took my usual deep breath to fill my lungs...and stopped. "Amber...you smell that?"
Her eyes narrowed and she smelled the air. "Steel, flesh, gunpowder...oh shit..."
The soldiers knew we were on to them. Amber shrieked and stumbled back as a bullet pelted her on the forehead, and the one aimed for me missed as I lunged to catch her. We rolled out of the way as pistol-fire hailed at us. A few stung my hide but my scales were too strong for them to penetrate, and I covered Amber's face with my wing just in time to prevent her unprotected eyes from getting nailed.
"Act dead," she thought, and I slumped on her as a bullet hit me in the neck. My sensitive hearing heard whispering voices, and I heard and smelled the soldiers coming closer to net their supposed catch.
"We'll need to report 271654 as a traitor alongside her demise."
"Damn I hate this...dragons are scary monsters...look at them! And I always thought she was cute..." I felt Amber laugh in her mind.
"What do we do now? We've stunned them but we can't carry them!"
"You *are* a rookie aren't you? Dragons hardly weigh anything." To prove his point the soldier picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I was surprised---as a dragon I was at least 6' 2" and he'd picked me up like I was no more than three years old.
"Wow..." I let them have their fun and stayed limp.
"Yep, he's still alive. Heartbeat's still going. We'll need the knives. You, go get them."
*Oh fuck!* I thought to myself, and I felt Amber's panic....this meant they had hide-piercing technology with them! Without warning I pulled myself over the guy's shoulder, landing on the ground with my hands, and wrapped my legs around his torso and flung him over myself. The others opened fire on me and stopped when I turned around and snarled at them, my claws fully extended and their bullets merely making pinging sounds against my scales.
"THE KNIVES!!" one of them shouted, and a fireball suddenly lit his armor from behind me as Amber leapt into action. She had wings now, and they were stretched to full length behind her, and to my surprise she had spikes along the outer fingers, making her look far more dangerous. I unfolded the spines along my back and felt others extend from my wings like hers, but mine were longer amd more imposing.
"Oh shit! RETREAT!!" The soldiers ran from us, but anything they did was futile---we were faster, stronger, and more intelligent than they were, not to mention weapon-proof. But as we gave chase and caught up to them, Amber tripped a gas-bomb and got a faceful of noxious gas. She was out like a lightbulb, and I stopped and whipped around as I felt her mind shut off and heard her hit the ground. A roar of pain and anger escaped my mouth as I not only surged with anger that my best friend was knocked out, but at the same instant I felt a searing pain in my wing. One of the soldiers had thrown a knife at me and it had cut clean through my wingskin. Amber had told me wingskins were the fastest-healing parts of a dragon's body, able to fully recover from a tear so long as all the skin was still attached, but now I had no defense against these soldiers except my fire-breath, my claws, and the knife now hanging from my bleeding wing. I pulled it out and glared at these assholes...and my heart stopped briefly. They were almost my age, 18 at the youngest, maybe 22 at the oldest...now the thought of killing them filled me with remorse. But I had no choice, they were all eyeing me with death in their eyes as they grabbed more knives and took aim. I stepped aside a bit too late and received another tear in my wing as the spinning blade passed through, but the thrower never stood again as I blasted his face with a well-aimed fireball. I flipped backwards and picked up the knife that had just injured me, took aim, and downed another one. His pained cry tore through my head...
"You can give up the fight and walk away if you swear not to reveal us!" I shouted at them. "You're going to die if you fight me!" Instead they threw the knives at me and my wing again got cut as I flipped and spun laterally between the blades. I rushed them and tore open one guy's armor and chest with my claws, bringing that swipe around in a punch and cracking the neck of another one. Once again my wing singed as a knife pierced it and I narrowly avoided a stab as one swung at me. We locked blades and I pushed him backwards with my superior strength, sending him sprawling on another soldier. While they struggled to get their armor untangled I took out the last one and stood over the two as they lay there trying to unhitch the buckles of their chestplates. They looked up at me in fear and were confused as I looked at them sadly. "I don't want to kill you. I won't, if you'll leave us alone, abandon Project Dragonsearch, and never reveal us." I bent down by them, holding the knife against the top guy's throat. "If we are revealed, I will hunt you down and exact my revenge. Do we have a deal?"
"Go to hell!" the one under him said, and I just barely grabbed his arm as he went to impale my side. I cringed and killed them both. Now I had a new problem...if their bodies were found, there would be evidence of our fight. They had no tracking devices on them, which made it easier...I could either eat them like the dragons in the book had done, but that was way outta my league here...or I could bury them and try to fuse them into the ground. The latter was supposedly beyond my current skill level, but I had to do something and I wasn't exactly craving blood or cannibalism. It brought tears to my eyes...one of them was a fox, similar to Amber...I gathered them all into a pile with their equipment and closed my eyes with my hands on them. Power suddenly flowed through me and they sank into the ground, weapons and all, and I almost fainted as I finished the task. They were now part of the ground, untraceable. I almost blacked out...
"Hmmm...I wonder..." Figuring I could manipulate this power to my advantage I drew some in from the compacted earth, and felt my energy return. With a satisfied grin at how I'd taken care of the situation, I returned to Amber and checked her pulse. She was still alive...
As I carried Amber away from the scene, I couldn't help looking at her perfect figure as she lay unconscious in my arms. It only dawned on me just now...in her draconic form she had no nipples on her breasts. With my arm behind her back I could just reach her chest, and as I walked I gently squeezed her right breast the way she liked it. I finally found a sheltered area: a small pocket in the side of a rock-face, with a shady bush growing out of the wall right over the cave entrance. On either side of the cave mouth there were thick shrubs and I pushed past those into the cave and sat down on the ground with Amber in my lap. She was far from dead, but I was scared---would she ever wake up? I propped her up on myself as I sat against the wall, and inspected my wings. Whatever metal those soldiers used, it was sharp enough to have temporarily robbed me of my flight with these gashes in my wingskins. I felt sorry for them...they were the same age as me, only following orders, and I'd taken their lives...but then again, it was self-defense, and I *had* given them the chance to leave us alone and avoid the bloodshed...
Amber shifted on me and pressed her face against my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her. "You're safe, Amber...they won't get us." She didn't respond but I could feel that she'd heard me. I sat there with her, just petting her softly and whispering until I felt that she was waking up. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, a bit unfocused.
"Tony...wha happen?"
"P.D. soldiers found us and knocked you out with gas...I had to kill them."
"But why?"
I extended my wing around myself and her eyes widened when she saw the tears in my skin. "They've healed a bit since an hour ago, but had I not killed them you and I would both be purse material. Good thing wings heal themselves, I haven't had a good flight once yet."
She held onto me as she came back into reality, wrapping her tail around my legs for comfort. We sat there in silence, but after a while she smiled and nuzzled against me. "So my handsome dragon risked his life for me..."
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
"Mmmm...so romantic..." We both looked at each other at that note, and a warm heat suddenly ran through us...a warm, relaxing heat that was also a bit exciting. I bent my neck down and she murred as I pressed my lips against hers...our first kiss. I stroked her face softly and she reached behind me and placed her hands behind my head...our tails wrapped tightly around each other as we fell deeper into that kiss. Amber pulled away from me and I saw my love for her mirrored for me in her eyes. "Tony...are you ready? To be my mate?"
"Are you ready to be mine?"
"Yes!"
"Then you've answered your own question..." With that I kissed her again and she moaned and pressed harder against my mouth. We were both so utterly happy...but there was more to come. The finalization of our agreement came when I breathed smoke into her mouth and she blew hers into mine, followed by fire. My fire entered her lungs, and hers entered mine, and we were both suddenly overcome with a comfortable heat as we absorbed each others' flames. For a good five minutes we just lay there against the wall, pouring our fire into each other until somehow we felt a strange equilibrium between us...and then...on the last breath of fire, we seemed to suddenly merge together on a separate plane...if I had to put it into words, it felt like the origins of our "ley-lines" had become one vertex instead of two connected vertices. I knew then that we were one...but not completely just yet.
Amber finally pulled away from me and I sensed a powerful lust in both of us. "It's time," we both thought at once with huge smiles. She murred happily as my penis straightened out of its sheath, and I looked down and surprised myself...holy crap I was large! I found it odd, though...my penis was still the same in appearance as in my human form, just longer and thicker. Amber ran her hands along my length, and I decided to return the favor and began stroking her vaginal slit. Her pussy was swelling and felt so invitingly warm against my fingers...and after a few moments she was a bit moist. She lay down on the floor of the cave, spreading her legs and looking at me with love and lust. I need no further goading and lowered myself by her legs. She gasped and giggled as I kissed her swollen netherlips, slowly trailing my way up her belly. She squirmed and moaned as my fingers caressed her vagina while my lips began servicing her breasts, pecking and sucking on her scales. Damn, how badly I wanted to push my fingers into her and feel her velvet insides...but I continued kissing my way up her neck before giving her a long, slow suck on the lips, which she gladly returned as I positioned myself over her. My cock brushed against her eager slit and she looked me in the eyes.
"Do it," she thought, and without further instruction I slowly pushed into her. It was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life...slowly pushing into her soft, warm depths as they squeezed my member tight. She whimpered a bit and I stopped, sensing she was in a bit of pain, but it was brief and I felt her relax around me. I kept slowly pushing into her, loving the feeling of her stretching around my cock. All too soon I felt something blocking my way, and she whimpered again in apprehension.
"You okay?"
"It hurts...keep going..."
I shook my head at that oxymoron and tried to continue but was held back by that obstruction. I was growing frustrated...I needed release and so did she...through the haze growing in my head I suddenly remembered that mandatory sex-ed class in 10th grade and grimaced a bit at the memory of what they'd told us. "Sorry," I thought to her, and pulled out only to shove in a bit hard. I grunted when I felt my penis push straight through the tissue in her and I stopped short as she cried out in pain, biting her lower lip. I'd broken her hymen. "Amber, you okay?"
She lay there panting, but after a minute or so she looked up at me. "I'm fine now...keep going! Please!"
I wasn't too sure, but the look of raw desire in her eyes only fueled my lust and I slowly pushed myself into her up to the hilt. We lay there briefly as I let her adjust to my girth, and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, signaling for me to continue. I returned her kiss and pulled my hips back...
For a good fifteen minutes by my guess, the cave echoed with the moaning and gasping of our first lovemaking as we claimed each others' virginity...as we claimed each other as mates. Our tails were wrapped together in a deathgrip and kept thumping on the floor with each thrust I made into her. As heated as I was with our passionate kissing and rubbing each other and the awesome soft tightness of her pussy around my cock, I somehow kept a level head and slowly mated her, pulling out slowly, pushing in swift and sure, rewarded with her pleasured gasping and yelping. Her hand trailed down to her lips and she rubbed herself as I thrust into her, and she started pushing back on me, pulling away from me as I pulled out, then thrusting her hips along my length as I pushed in. She pulled off my mouth with a loud gasping moan and her head fell back as she lost herself. I was in a fog of bliss...all I knew now were two things: moving my hips made pleasure, and my new mate was being pleasured. With one arm behind her back, rubbing her neck in the new spot I'd found that made her shiver and moan, I started caressing those soft lumps on her chest that I loved so much, nibbling on her exposed neck. Her gasping turned into loud, begging moaning and whining, and she wrapped her arms tightly around me and shrieked repeatedly as her body suddenly pulsated under me. I thought maybe I'd hurt her, but then her velvet walls began massaging my penis tightly, waves rolling down my length and fluid rushing around me inside her as she moaned loudly. Her body gave a sudden powerful surge and she spewed fire from her mouth as she yelled and arched her back. I sped up a bit, encouraged by her pleasured moaning and whimpering, and when she settled down after her first orgasm she looked up at me with a vicious lust, and through our link I felt her need. I kissed her again and sped up even more, thrusting harder into her. We were blowing hard through our noses and moaning into each others' mouths, when my body suddenly tensed and I felt a fierce, ecstatic fire course through me. I was overcome with intense pleasure and when my head cleared I realized I was roaring and spitting fire, and my penis was throbbing inside Amber as she roared under me and her stream of fire mixed with mine. Her vagina was milking me hard and I could feel my first ejaculation spurting deep inside her...every pulse sent thrills through me. Amber moaned and twisted under me in bliss as I filled her, and I kept expecting myself to stop but to my amazement I just kept going, filling her with cum. My sheath and thighs were soaked with Amber's fluids, as was her undertail, and I looked down between us and saw her belly swelled out. Finally my cock stopped, and I fell on top of my lover and she wrapped her arms around me tightly, panting hard. My weight pressed on her swollen womb and we both moaned softly as my warm cum spilled out of her around my member, forced out by my weight. We just lay there, panting and indulging in a slow, loving kiss until my cock began shrinking out of her. I fell to her side and she broke the kiss briefly as we both looked down at the mess we'd made of each other. Curious and still sex-hazed, Amber slowly reached down and wiped some of my semen off her pussy, and proceeded to lick it off her fingers.
"Mmmm..." she whispered. Seeing her belly still distended with my cum she pressed it down and we both watched in fascination as a stream of white viscous fluid trickled out of her over her white tail-scales. She wiped some off and licked her fingers. "Mmmm...tastes really good..."
We turned to each other and lay there on our sides, our foreheads pressed together as we looked into each others' eyes, gently rubbing each others' shoulders with our tails twisted tightly together. She folded her wing over us and I folded mine over hers, and almost as one our hands trailed down each others' sides and she wrapped her slender silver fingers around my penis as my white-and-gold ones caressed her vagina. We just lay there quietly fondling each other and sending loving thoughts between our eyes until after quite a while Amber yawned and stretched, feeling very tired under our wingskin tent. I tilted my head and kissed her slowly, and she murred happily and brought her cum-slicked hand around me. Feeling a little naughty she smeared her hand along my back, and in retaliation I spread my own cum from her pussy onto my hand and lubed her back with it. She giggled and yawned again, cuddling tightly against me.
"Tired much?" I thought, and she nodded against me, her soft-haired head tucked underneath my chin against my neck, her hands coming to rest on my chest.
"That...was the single best experience of my life...I'm so glad I got to experience it with you..."
She pressed against me and I wrapped her tightly with my arms, wrapping my legs around hers so she was comfortably cocooned in my limbs. "Well, now that we belong to each other...we can do it as often as we want."
"Hell yeah..." She yawned and nuzzled against me affectionately. "I love you, Tony," she whispered as she fell asleep. Restful darkness slowly took me too, but before I drifted off I created an illusion over the mouth of the cave, creating a barrier to seal in our scents in case more soldiers came by.
The next morning I woke up with Amber draped over me, her head resting on my neck just under my chin. Somehow, during the night, we'd reverted to our usual forms...but I didn't care, all that mattered right now was this adorable vixen lying on top of me in peaceful slumber. I slowly wrapped my arms around her, one around her shoulders and the other softly petting her back. A bit absent-minded, I stared at the ceiling, recalling last night...I suddenly felt the fur of her tail and realized my hand was on her buttocks. I'd never touched her there like this, but I knew she wouldn't mind and I ran my hand along her round curves, loving the softness of her fur. She murmured softly in her sleep and her tail twitched, and I smiled and brought my free hand up to her head and ran my fingers through her hair. Feeling a little evil I delicately poked the inside of her large triangular ear, which flicked at the disturbance. She groaned and rolled on me, now lying diagonally across me, her head on my left shoulder and her legs hanging off my right side. I couldn't help myself...I ran my hand along her left breast, stretching my fingers around it and running them in small circles through her fur. She moaned and stretched, and slowly opened her eyes with a grin. I smiled back, not giving up as I stroked her chest.
"You really like my boobs don't you?" she whispered groggily, and giggled when I nodded. I let her sit up on me...she was really light for her stature, sitting on me and stretching. Her face contorted a bit and she reached down, and against my bare stomach I felt her fingers feel herself. "Ech...we didn't clean up last night...heh..."
"We were too out of it," I said, stroking her tail. She started and gave me a sly grin as I felt her ass again, and her left hand wrapped around my penis and she gently rolled it around between her fingers. "I guess now we should find a place to clean up?"
"And after that we'll need to get some new clothes...we may be isolated from the world we knew but we still need to dive in and try to pull out the other unknowing dragons. Can't exactly do that walking around naked, can we?"
"Well, we could...we just go around telling everyone 'Hey, become a dragon and be naked all day!'" I joked, and she laughed and stood up, giving me a nice view of her privates. Sensing where I was looking she spread her legs a bit with a fake yawn and bent over, touching her toes. "Very nice..." I whistled with a silly grin, and she looked at me naughtily between her legs.
"Just for you." I stood up as she straightened her back and together we went outside as I deactivated the protective barriers around the cave. Looking back quickly I saw the mess we'd made on the floor, and Amber watched in approval as I focused on it and made it disappear into the stone floor. "You have learned well, Tony-san," she said, bowing to me with folded hands, and we both laughed and she located water. The stream was wide and about ten feet deep in the middle, and we waded in.
"HOLY-" I shouted as the icy water nipped at my balls, and Amber laughed and pulled me in. We both treaded water, our teeth chattering, and scrubbed ourselves off. Amber felt a little naughty and pressed against me, taking my cock in her hands and scrubbing me off, and I returned the favor and cleaned off her pussy for her, sticking my fingers into her and getting what I could, much to her delight. My skin was starting to turn blue, and we swam out to the shore. Amber bent onto all fours and shook herself off rapidly, standing up and slinging her hair around to dry it out. We stood there in a small patch of sunlight, chattering and drying off slowly. I edged over to her and hugged her, and she hugged me back and we fed each other body warmth as we dried off. Even when wet her fur was soft...
After some time walking through the woods together, Amber broke the silence. "Tony...you know, we'll need to tell our parents about what happened..."
"I know..."
"We can't stay here..."
"I know."
"Where do we go?"
"I don't know..." She gasped as I picked her up and held her with a grin. "But wherever we go...we have each other."
She hugged me and murred happily. "Not to mention the sex..."
I laughed. "You wanna do it again?"
"Hell yeah! But not here." I impressed her as out of nowhere, our clothes suddenly appeared. "Wow! Tony...how did you become so adept so quickly?"
"I are master of teh surprizes," I said in "verbal" chatspeak, and she laughed and kissed me as I carried her through the woods.
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Home Movies (Chapter 3) [The SEX.] by Agrius | #3 of Home Movies - **HOME MOVIES Chapter 3** They got back home in a hurry, whereupon Sebi hastily barricaded himself in the bathroom. He assured Ryan that he'd only be a minute, and that they'd play video games once he got out. That was over fifteen minutes ago. Ryan switched on Sebi's | [
"Anal",
"Brother",
"Cub",
"Cum",
"Doberman",
"Dog",
"Exhibitionism",
"Fingering",
"Gay",
"Incest",
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"Loli",
"M/M",
"Masturbation",
"Money Shot",
"Porn Flick",
"Semi-Incest",
"Sister",
"Voyeurism"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249075-home-movies-chapter-3-the-sex | **HOME MOVIES Chapter 3**
They got back home in a hurry, whereupon Sebi hastily barricaded himself in the bathroom. He assured Ryan that he'd only be a minute, and that they'd play video games once he got out. That was over fifteen minutes ago.
Ryan switched on Sebi's console and started Left 4 Zombies 2 Clusterfuck, wondering what was taking her brother so long as she finished level after level, horde after horde without her co-op partner's much-needed crowd control. Sebi was always their mortar man. Without his cover fire, Ryan's mad sniper skills couldn't be used to their fullest potential.
Just as Ryan had begun to get fed up with an NPC teammate stealing all of her Special Infected kills, the bathroom door opened. A silhouetted figure emerged from amid a white cloud of musky-smelling cologne.
The cloud rolled out across the ground in a great plume, like the fog in an old silent horror film. Ryan drew her knees up, allowing one of the fog's rogue tendrils to snake past her as she scrunched up her nose at the pungent aroma. Looking up, Ryan's jaw fell into her lap.
Sebi popped the collar on his unbuttoned silk shirt, shifting uncomfortably in his nut-hugger jeans as he checked his breath for freshness. Catching his sister's wide-eyed stare, Sebi grinned, wiggling his meticulously-trimmed eyebrows at her.
"Big bro cleans up nice, huh?"
Ryan swallowed audibly, nodding.
"Welp, gotta look the part don't I?" Sebi plopped down on the couch next to her. "What we playing?"
Ryan looked him over curiously. "Don't you have to go to work?"
"Work's coming to me today. Got someone from my job coming over." He popped the tab on the soda that Ryan had gotten out of the fridge for herself, taking a loud gulp without asking her permission. "We're just gonna go over some notes. Diversify our stocks. Synergize. Maybe count our huge piles of money if there's time. Shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes tops, then you and me can stay up all night playing video games."
"When are they coming by?"
As if on cue, there came a timid rapping at the apartment door.
"It's a he," Sebi sighed, turning his wrist up to check the time on his gold-studded watch. "And apparently thirteen minutes earlier than he said he would."
The old couch groaned as Sebi lifted off of it, padding down the hallway. Ryan leaned over her knees to watch.
The door opened, letting in a flood of cool night air. Just beyond the threshold, partially blocked by her brother's arm poised at the door, stood a short, thin doberman in a leather bomber's jacket. He smiled bashfully up at Sebi.
"Hey Seb. You ready?"
"Gus," Sebi said, half-heartedly gesturing the doberman into the hallway. "You're thirteen minutes early."
The doberman fished his cell phone from his pocket and pressed a button, holding it out at arm's length.
"Twelve," Gus corrected.
"No, now it's twelve." Sebi took the dog's coat and hung it up in the closet. "I'm counting from the moment you knocked on my door."
When they stepped into the living room, Ryan was nowhere to be found. The television screen was dark and the console powered off, it's cooling fan still whirring. A door slammed closed somewhere down the hall.
Gus chuckled. "Your sister?"
"Yeah." Sebi frowned. Usually Ryan had to be kept away from guests. It wasn't like her to disappear when company showed up.
Gus nervously checked his phone again. "I got another text from Maki a little after I texted you. He says we've gotta send him our post by eight at the latest so he can review and edit. Meaning we gotta get busy."
Sebi led them down the darkened hall, not bothering to flip on the lights as they made their way towards his bedroom. It was a path they'd both traveled countless times before. One they both knew by heart.
Passing by the guest room, Sebi paused and tapped on the door. "Ry-Ry?"
There was no response. Sebi cupped his hand to the door and leaned in to listen. He just heard the sound of the TV, blaring out cartoons.
"We'll be out in just a few," he called. "Okay?"
Still no response.
"Dude, c'mon." Gus nudged past into Sebi's bedroom and hastily began unpacking the leather satchel slung across his narrow hips. Out came cameras, tripods, and a tiny lighting kit. The doberman busied himself plugging things in.
Giving the closed door a moment's further hesitation, Sebi followed after, toeing the door closed behind him with a soft click.
\* \* \*
She held her breath as she heard them come in.
It worked! Ryan cheered silently, clamping down on her muzzle to keep her giggles in. I can't believe it worked!!
She carefully inched toward the wooden slats of the closet door, wincing as her knees made a fricative noise on the carpet beneath her. She was wedged rather painfully between an empty traveling suitcase and a boxy old TV. A mass of nice-looking shirts and jeans hung down over her head, draping across her shoulders like a heavy headdress.
"Mmmmmmm-kaaaaay..." a slat-striped Gus said from beyond the door, squinting through the view on the camera. "Think we're all set. Can we please do this at my place next time? Your house smells like cigarettes."
There was a smell in the air, but Ryan couldn't quite place it. It wasn't cigarettes.
"I stopped smoking in the house a month ago. You got underlighting?"
"Naw. Tried that last time, remember? Made you look fat. Well... fatter."
"Oh. Dude. Fuck you."
Gus chuckled openly while Ryan fought to stifle hers. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to get the best view possible from the small gaps in the closet door.
Gus plopped down on the bed in front of the camera and Sebi took a seat next to him. They were sitting kind of close.
"Let's knock this out in one take if we can." Ryan heard Sebi say. "I got Ryan over. Was kind of hoping Maki wouldn't be a douche and call us while she was down, but that's Maki for you."
"Oh, c'mon," Gus chuckled. "We really gotta rush?"
"I just wanted to get to spend some time with her," Sebi said, making the girl's cheeks redden. "I haven't seen her in a while. We were best buds when I was living back home."
"Aww..." Gus cooed. "Well... in that case, I guess Maki and me will have to settle for a quickie."
To Ryan's amazement, the doberman leaned in and nuzzled her brother's neck. Her eyes went wide when Sebi didn't immediately push him off. Instead her brother murred, closing his eyes and rolling his head to one side, allowing the dog better access to his throat.
"Mmf..." Sebi winced as the dog's teeth nibbled on his collarbone. "What's with you anyway? Why do you always get like this?"
The shy doberman leaned across Sebi's lap to kiss up the lion's throat. "You know why, kitty."
Sebi felt around at his side for the remote. He depressed a button, turning the camera on. His eyes closed. "I really don't."
Wide-eyed, Ryan watched as Gus' hand slipped beneath the silk flap of her brother's shirt, massaging the lion's chest. "Because."
"Because why?"
Gus chuckled. "Because you're cute. And you're nice to me. And I like you."
Sebi's shirt was being peeled away, with the lion neither protesting nor making any move to assist. It landed in a heap on the floor beside the bed. Ryan could have nudged open the door and retrieved it if she'd wanted to, but she was too transfixed on the scene unfurling before her to pay it any mind.
"You like Tommy and Jill," Sebi said has he was leaned back lengthwise across the bed. "Why not do this with Tommy or Jill?"
His pants were being unbuttoned.
As if steeling his resolve, Gus swooped in and planted a kiss squarely on the lion's muzzle. "I don't like Tommy or Jill. Not the way I like you."
His pants were coming down.
Suddenly, Sebi grabbed the doberman's wrists and, with a mighty twist, wrangled the skinny dog beneath him. He pinned the smaller boy to the bedsheets with his arms above his head, holding them there as he kissed Gus ferociously. Gus gave a contented whimper and closed his eyes, tilting his head to meet Sebi's as their tongues vied for dominance. Gus bucked his hips upward, grinding them against the lion's. As if in retaliation, Sebi ground his hips down, quelling the dog's amorous uprising with the full brunt of his body weight.
If they had bothered to listen, the boys getting busy on the bed could have heard a soft panting noise coming from somewhere in the room. Thankfully, they were both preoccupied. Clothes were being shed at an astonishing rate. First one article, then another fell to join the silk shirt on the floor beside the bed. Shirts. Necklaces. Belts. Socks. Pants.
Underwear.
Ryan's labored breathing stalled in her small chest as she watched the doberman draw up to his knees on the bed, working his boxers down his skinny hips. His pubic ridge came into view. A small, neatly-trimmed treasure trail appeared.
And then, just like that, there it was. Her first penis. Long, thick, and an interesting bubblegum color.
It sprung forth from Gus' engorged sheath like an angry pink rocket, sticking straight up from his body as if ready to launch. Ryan watched as the doberman hooked the elastic of his underwear beneath his hefty balls, affording her a much better view. Through the slats, she could make out a network of green and blue veins streaking along it's length, from the dribbling tip of it's fluted head all the way down to the glossy black coat of the dog's sheath. Gus' knot was already swelling it's way out; a scant few thrusts into any orifice would have produced it easily.
Ryan saw her brother's hand reach out. It slipped between the dog's legs, cupping Gus' hefty balls and giving them a gentle roll around the palm of his hand. Gus sighed, head rolling back towards the ceiling as his cock bounced in a mighty throb.
"You wanted it quick?"
Sebi nodded against the doberman's chest, having leaned up to suckle the boy's nipple. His free hand wrapped around the dog's impressive girth, expertly stroking it from base to tip, base to tip. Stealing a rough kiss for the camera, Sebi turned around. Gus' hands were at his hips, drawing his underwear down.
Oh god... Ryan rocked back and forth on her knees, hands clamped over her mouth. Oh god... oh god... oh god... oh god...
Sebi's ass came into view. It was pert and muscular, yet softly rounded. Ryan could just make out the orbs of her brother's sac dangling between his haunches. They were huge and weighty like two golf balls, hanging low between his legs like twin pendulums.
A rustling sound. Sebi fished a small plastic bottle out of the nightstand and tossed it back to Gus, who caught it. The pop of a cap. Gus smeared the clear gel across his already slicked-up member.
Ryan was wheezing openly now, sweat trailing off her forehead, running into her eyes. Oh god... oh god... oh GOD...
She watched as Sebi winced, claws digging into the bedsheets as Gus aligned himself with the center of his pucker.
She listened as her big brother was penetrated inch by slow, excruciating inch.
She stared as his tail flagged up and his ass clenched around the intrusion. It was spreading him apart. In went one inch, then two inches, three, five, five and a half. . .
Sebi's fangs bared. His claws poked through the bedsheets, digging into the mattress. A moaning like she had never heard from him before. Low, guttural, throaty sounds that seemed to fill Ryan's ears as if his cries were being spoken right into them.
"Oh FUCK," Sebi growled, though whether in pain or in pleasure, Ryan wasn't sure. He reached back, spreading his own asscheeks apart. "Screw me."
Obediently, Gus drew himself out. And slammed himself back in.
Sebi let out a sharp yelp, biting down on his pillow. Ryan watched as Gus collapsed across her brother's back, wrapping his arms around his midsection and nuzzling his neck as he began to pound away at his ass. The doberman rolled his hips against her brother's asscheeks, hard enough that Ryan could see a ripple form each time they collided. You'd have thought Sebi's ass were made of Jell-O the way it jiggled with each impact. Fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap.
"Like that, bitch?" Gus panted, biting down on the base of Sebi's ear. The lion, teeth still dug into his pillow, only nodded. Gus was breathing heavily, his hips a blur as they jackhammered against Sebi's rear. Each thrust elicited a new yelp, a fresh moan. His hips were being held on to. Sebi's fingers dug into the old headboard as it rattled against the wall.
Meanwhile, something was happening in the closet.
Ryan's fingers dug into the slats, parting them as much as she could without breaking them. Her breathing was less labored, now coming in deep, long gulps.
Her head felt spinny. Her fingers tingled. Her stomach fluttered.
"AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaah!!" Sebi screwed his eyes shut as he moaned, hammering his temple against the bed. Apparently Gus had fed him the knot.
The tingly sensation was moving. It started with the butterflies in her stomach, wandering lazily down her legs, cascading over her thighs, before taking up residence in her. . .
Ryan blinked. Her... what? Her place? Her no-no area? The thing Ryan was supposed to report on immediately if a stranger came up and asked for permission to see?
Whatever it was, it was distracting her. Ryan tried to itch it to make it go away - something Momma told her never to do in public. But this wasn't public, and besides, it wasn't working. If anything, it was making it worse.
"You like my knot up your ass, boy?"
"Mmmf... FUCK... y-yes..."
"Mmmmn, what was that?" Gus increased his thrusting.
"OH... F-F-FUCK..." Sebi croaked. "Yes... YES SIR..."
Now the itching *definitely* wasn't helping. But try as she might Ryan couldn't bring herself to pull her fingers away. Faster and faster they rubbed the space between her legs, nursing her opening through the denim of her overalls. She hoped that was sweat she was feeling. She hadn't pee'd herself, had she? She didn't think she had.
Gus lifted himself off of Sebi's back. "I'm gonna cum soon."
"In or on?" Sebi somehow managed.
The tingly feeling spread from the wet spot all the way up Ryan's arms, into her toes, traveling like lightning up her spine.
"On. Mmf. Maki said we needed more money shots."
"Just..." Sebi gritted his teeth. "...fucking... HURRY."
The tingling was different now. Kind of like what happens when you sit cross-legged too long and your leg falls asleep, only much better and happening everywhere at once. It seemed to warn that something was about to happen. Her eyelids fluttered. Her breathing became fast and shallow.
"Oh... goddddd... NNNNNGH!!"
Gus spread Sebi's asscheeks apart with his hands, pulling himself out. The knot gave with a comical POP! and the spurting shaft came into view, painting the lion's lower back with jets of hot cum. It shot from the fluted tip in great stringy ropes, splattering Sebi's tail, cheeks, balls and gaping hole before fizzling out in a weak trickle. Gus held Sebi's hips in place, claws digging into the lion's ass as he hotdogged his exhausted erection between the two mounds.
Ryan watched as the white gooey stuff from Gus' penis trickled from her brother's tailhole and down his balls. It dripped rhythmically onto the bedsheets below.
Whatever the tingly sensation had warned would happen was finally happening. And it was every birthday party, every ice cream cone, every trip to Disney World all rolled into one.
"OOOOOOoooooAaaaaaaaaAAAA\_AAAAHHHHHH!!\_"
The shout came erupting from from Ryan's throat in a violent crescendo, rattling the thin walls of the apartment like tremors of an earthquake. Her head banged back and forth, side to side, thrashing in all directions as stars exploded behind her pinched eyelids. Her fingers dug in as deep as the denim of her overalls would allow. She lashed out. She struck things.
In her commotion, the closet door flung open. Out tumbled Ryan, the old TV, the traveling suitcase, and the entire contents of Sebi's wardrobe, coming to rest at the foot of the bed in a massive avalanche.
The boys, who had leapt to the headboard when the shouting first started, stared down at her in shock.
Ryan, fingers still entrenched in the folds of the growing damp spot between her legs, dizzily stared back.
No one said anything. |
Crónicas de la Frontera: Capítulo X by Rukj | #12 of Crónicas de la Frontera Bueno, aquí está el décimo capítulo de Crónicas de la Frontera ^^ Me ha costado un poco escribirlo, y eso que vuelve a tener la extensión de los primeros capítulos que subí, pero he preferido invertir más tiempo en este capítulo ya que, desde mi punto de vista, es | [
"Bull",
"Character Development",
"Clean",
"Gay Relationships",
"Hare",
"Human",
"Lynx",
"M/M",
"Spanish Language",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463925-cronicas-de-la-frontera-capitulo-x | \_
Cuando Loki volvió a la tienda de Raizac, el grupo que antes había estado allí reunido parecía haberse dispersado. Los únicos que quedaban allí eran Raon, Jarek e Inoa, que en aquel momento parecía estar ocupada recriminándoles algo a los dos. El lince no se veía capaz de prestar la más mínima atención a sus palabras y, por la cara de aburrimiento que mostraba el lobo de pelaje cobrizo, suponía que Jarek tampoco.
Se paró unos metros atrás, sabiendo que si se acercaba más Inoa le pediría que le apoyara en la discusión, y observó la escena con interés. O, mejor dicho; observó tan sólo a Raon y a Jarek, que permanecían juntos soportando la imparable lluvia de argumentos y razones que la liebre negra les daba para que cumplieran con la misión que se esperaba de ellos. En ese momento, fue incluso capaz de imaginar el lazo invisible que existía entre los dos, la conexión que la Madre Kara había trazado años atrás. Pero el Humano parecía realmente hastiado y Loki supo que, incluso arriesgándose a ser él el que tuviera que recibir la furia de Inoa, debía dejar de ser un mero espectador y sacarles de allí a cualquier precio.
No tuvo la oportunidad de hacerlo, sin embargo, antes de que Inoa se volviera hacia él con una mirada acusadora.
\-¡Tú! -exclamó, con cierto desdén que, en el fondo, el lince sabía que no sentía -. ¿Pero cómo se te ha ocurrido darles a estos dos la posibilidad de elegir?
Raon y Jarek, percibiendo la presencia de Loki, le dirigieron una mirada suplicante, buscando cualquier tipo de ayuda. El lince esbozó una suave sonrisa y se encogió de hombros, mientras se acercaba lentamente al grupo.
\-¿Pero cómo puedes tomártelo con tanta calma? -le increpó la liebre, boquiabierta -. ¡Estamos hablando del futuro de las dos razas! ¡De todo aquello por lo que hemos estado luchando durante todo este tiempo! ¡La última voluntad de la Madre Kara! ¿Y tu única respuesta cuando estos... estos... ineptos dicen que no les apetece hacerlo es encogerte de hombros?
\-Te lo he dicho antes y te lo repito, Inoa -respondió Loki, con tranquilidad -. Si finalmente aceptan la misión tiene que ser por voluntad propia.
\-¿Y el destino del mundo está sujeto a esa voluntad? -preguntó Inoa, sacudiendo la cabeza con incredulidad, lo que provocó que sus largas orejas se tambalearan suavemente -. Odio decirte esto, Loki, pero creo que las cosas ya van lo suficientemente mal como para que encima te dignes a dejarles elegir, como si tuviéramos la opción de dejar pasar esta oportunidad.
Loki le dirigió una larga mirada. A continuación observó a Jarek y Raon, que estaban todavía allí, observando la discusión con interés, y dejó escapar un suspiro.
\-Creo que tenemos que hablar de esto a solas -se aventuró a decir, incluso sabiendo que aquello no era una verdad completa -. Vosotros dos podéis ir a la fiesta, si queréis.
El rostro de Jarek se iluminó y Raon esbozó una sonrisa cómplice, comprendiendo la jugada del joven lince. Sin embargo, Inoa no pareció darse por satisfecha.
\-Ah, no. ¡No, no, no! No vas a dejar que se marchen como si nada. ¡Estos dos jóvenes tienen que aprender...!
\-Estos dos jóvenes son eso: jóvenes -le interrumpió Loki, con paciencia, mientras hacía un disimulado gesto con una zarpa en dirección al campamento, que sólo Raon y Jarek pudieron ver -. Si empiezas a forzarles a aceptar su destino con tanta ansia, al final se asustarán y no querrán afrontarlo. ¿No lo entiendes?
\-No, no lo entiendo -replicó Inoa, mientras dirigía una mirada de reojo a los dos eslabones, que se dirigían al campamento sin perder un segundo. A continuación, giró de nuevo su mirada hacia Loki, con un cierto destello de curiosidad -. Cuando dijeron que eras el elegido para llevar a cabo la misión, creí que habían acertado de lleno, Loki. Pero ahora... viendo esto... no sé lo qué pensar. Diría que eligieron a alguien demasiado blando.
Loki frunció el ceño, algo molesto.
\-Mira, Inoa, es así de fácil -trató de explicarle, y supo que aquella sería la última vez que lo haría -. Si no les das tiempo para asimilar la situación se echarán atrás y negarán en rotundo que son los eslabones. Son jóvenes, están cansados de huir y quieren un descanso. Déjales que disfruten de esta noche, al menos.
En silencio, no podía evitar pensar en que, además, ahora que conocía los sentimientos de Raon hacia el lobo, quería darle una mínima oportunidad de poder comunicárselos... o, por lo menos, de pasar un buen rato con él, sabiendo que el viaje que se les venía encima era demasiado peligroso y duro como para permitírselo. Pero no contarle todas las razones por las que quería dar al Humano y el lobo aquella pequeña tregua no era mentir. Simplemente, le ocultaba parte de la verdad.
\-Nosotros también somos jóvenes, y conocemos nuestras responsabilidades -le recordó Inoa, torciendo el gesto -. Tú no eres mucho mayor que ellos.
\-Cinco años y, si estoy aquí, es porque lo he elegido -contestó Loki, con suavidad -. No hay ni punto de comparación. Y... no quiero hablar más del tema, sinceramente -hizo una breve pausa -. ¿Por casualidad no sabrás... adónde ha ido Rukj?
\-Estaba en el campamento, ayudando a preparar los fuegos -explicó la liebre, algo sorprendida por la pregunta -. ¿Por qué...?
\-Hay algo de lo que tengo que hablar con él -respondió rápidamente Loki.
\-¿Acerca del Humano y su misión?
\-No.
Se negaba a dar más detalles, por lo que ignoró deliberadamente la mirada confusa que le dirigió la liebre negra, haciendo como si prácticamente no existiera. Esta debió de captar el mensaje, porque tras unos segundos en los que estuvo tratando de averiguar qué se traía entre manos el lince, frunció el ceño y su rostro adquirió una expresión entre molesta e indignada.
\-No sé qué estás tramando, Loki -le advirtió la liebre por última vez, mientras retrocedía un paso -. Pero dejarles tanta libertad... En fin. Supongo que tú sabrás lo que haces.
Loki asintió, en silencio.
Inoa le dirigió una última mirada con la que trataba de analizarle por dentro, antes de darse media vuelta y encaminarse con paso orgulloso en dirección al campamento, no muy lejos de allí. Loki se quedó sólo, de nuevo, mientras interiormente trataba de disculpar a Inoa.
La conocía desde hacía ya varios años, en realidad, y comprendía sus preocupaciones. De hecho, cuando ambos formaban parte de la Orden y habían sido instruidos por sus maestros, podría decirse que habían llegado a llevarse... bien. En realidad, Loki jamás habría sido capaz de hablar con tanta seguridad a alguien a quien no conocía desde hacía ya bastante tiempo, por el simple hecho de que su timidez se lo habría impedido. A veces desearía, simplemente, tener la facultad de coger confianzas con cualquier persona más rápidamente.
Mejor eso que sentirse preso de su propia vergüenza.
Pero aquella noche estaba dispuesto a hacer algo por escapar de su timidez y, le costase lo que le costase, no podía permitir que ésta le mantuviera callado por más tiempo.
No. Aquella noche sería él mismo y se arriesgaría a decir lo que de verdad sentía.
Aunque tuviera que enterrar la vergüenza para ello.
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Tuvo que repetirse aquellas palabras más de una vez en cuanto hubo puesto en marcha su plan y comunicado a Rukj que tenía algo importante de lo que hablar con él.
A pesar de haber tratado de tranquilizarse incontables veces y de haber tomado varias profundas bocanadas de aire para intentar calmar los alocados latidos de su corazón, las palmas de sus zarpas seguían sudando y era incapaz de evitar que temblaran levemente. Mientras caminaba hacia las afueras del campamento, seguido de cerca por Rukj, iba escogiendo lentamente las palabras que decir, la frase con la que empezar aquella incómoda conversación... pero, por algún motivo, aquella niebla que parecía haberse apoderado de su mente confundía todas las cosas en las que pensaba.
Era frustrante: sus pensamientos eran tan confusos y caóticos que, antes de que fuera capaz de ordenarlos, estos se le escapaban entre los dedos y desaparecían. Toda la seguridad que había ido acumulando durante la conversación con Raon se había evaporado como si jamás hubiese existido, y ahora... ahora no sabía exactamente qué hacer, ni qué decir. Además, el saber que ya le había dicho a Rukj que tenía algo importante acerca de lo que hablar con él y que, le gustara o no, los ojos ambarinos del lobo estaban ahora fijos en su nuca, no ayudaba precisamente a que mantuviera la calma. No había vuelta atrás.
Sólo podía continuar adelante, le gustara o no.
Tras unos minutos caminando, ambos llegaron finalmente a la orilla del lago en el que Loki había mantenido antes aquella conversación tan íntima con Raon. Si el lince terminaba haciendo lo que se había propuesto, esa sería la segunda conversación íntima que las aguas de aquel lago presenciarían aquella noche.
\-¿Qué ocurre, Loki? -preguntó el lobo negro, sin perder más tiempo del necesario -. ¿Hay algo acerca de la Cadena que no me hayas contado?
Loki parpadeó un par de veces, sorprendido por la pregunta, pero finalmente negó lentamente con la cabeza y dejó escapar un largo suspiro, tratando de tranquilizarse. Fue capaz de percibir el brillo interrogante en los ojos de Rukj y, por algún motivo, eso no hizo más que ponerle más nervioso. Por unos segundos le habría gustado ser más directo y no tener tantas dificultades a la hora de hablar, como el lobo.
\-No... -respondió. La voz le tembló y tuvo que carraspear -. No es eso... yo...
Rukj se acercó un poco más a él, algo preocupado por las dudas que aparecían en el tono de voz del lince, quien, ante esto, no pudo evitar ponerse incluso más nervioso y darle la espalda, mientras bajaba la mirada al suelo.
\-Tengo algo que decirte, Rukj -murmuró Loki, mientras juntaba las zarpas y trataba de tranquilizarse.
Por algún motivo, no podía dejar de temblar y era capaz de notar cada uno de los latidos de su corazón en la cabeza, mientras que un sudor frío había empapado ya su frente hacía tiempo, humedeciendo su flequillo. ¿Por qué... por qué demonios no era capaz de tranquilizarse un poco, para variar?
\-¿Hay algún problema? -preguntó el lobo, desde detrás.
\-No -se apresuró a responder el lince, desviando la mirada hacia el lago -. Es que... yo... -la frase murió en sus labios, mientras buscaba las palabras con las que continuarla -. Debería haberte contado esto hace tiempo.
\-¿A qué te refieres? -preguntó Rukj, acercándose unos pasos -. Loki, ¿estás bien?
En ese momento, el lobo negro posó una de sus enormes zarpas en el hombro del lince, que dejó escapar un respingo mientras giraba la cabeza hacia él, cada vez más nervioso. Tratando de contener su nerviosismo y de dejar de hacer el ridículo, Loki se giró hacia él lentamente, todavía retorciéndose las zarpas sin saber exactamente qué hacer con ellas ni dónde esconderlas. Las profundas pupilas del lobo brillaban con curiosidad y, sobre todo, con una creciente preocupación.
\<\<Es fácil\>\> decía una parte de su mente, tratando de calmarle \<\<. Solo tienes que decírselo. En cuanto lo hagas, todo será más fácil\>\>. \<\<...pero, ¿y si le asusto? \>\> preguntaba desesperada la otra mitad de su conciencia, todavía temblando de terror ante aquella posibilidad \<\<... ¿y si él no siente lo mismo, no le gusta que yo me sienta así... y se aleja de mí para siempre?\>\>. Aquella posibilidad hacía que se le encogiera el corazón.
Era una guerra difícil.
La recompensa era alta, pero el precio a pagar si fracasaba no se quedaba atrás. ¿Debía arriesgarse y lanzarse al campo de batalla sin pensárselo dos veces... o por el contrario sería mejor permanecer escondido tras una segura fachada hecha de mentiras?
\-Lo que ocurre es que... -comenzó, tratando de seguir las indicaciones de la primera mitad de su ser, aquella que todavía tenía esperanza -. Desde el día en que te conocí... bueno... has sido alguien muy importante para mí -aquellas palabras consiguieron que un escalofrío le recorriera la columna vertebral -. Siempre te estaré muy agradecido por haberme ayudado en Cellisca Nívea, cuando estaba perdido y sin nadie a quien acudir. Incluso te enfrentaste a la Guardia cuando quisieron acusarme de ser un cómplice tuyo -sin poder evitarlo, enrojeció levemente bajo su pelaje al recordar todos aquellos momentos -. Y, si no fuera por ti, aún estaría postrado ante los pies de Ronod, en aquella mazmorra, languideciendo de frío... O, probablemente, muerto.
Rukj ladeó la cabeza.
\-No podía haberte dejado allí. Si te ayudé fue porque era lo correcto -respondió el lobo, sin saber exactamente adónde quería llegar el joven lince.
\-Ya -suspiró Loki, levantando la mirada y fijándola en los ojos del lobo -. Pero eso no es todo... tú... -se mordió el labio inferior, hasta que finalmente supo que había llegado el momento de lanzarse al campo de batalla -. Me gustas, Rukj. Me gustas mucho.
La última palabra que escapó de sus labios fue tan sólo un susurro, pero aún así el mensaje había sido perfectamente audible. El lince bajó la mirada, completamente avergonzado, mientras sentía como volvía a ruborizarse otra vez. \<\<Idiota\>\> se dijo a sí mismo, maldiciendo su propia timidez \<\<. Idiota, idiota, idiota\>\>.
Pero, por otra parte... lo había hecho. Se lo había dicho y lo más difícil ya estaba hecho. A pesar de que, en aquel momento, habría preferido que la tierra se lo tragase... no podía evitar pensar que, después de tanto tiempo cargando con ello en silencio, quitarse aquella carga de encima había supuesto un alivio.
\-¿Que... te gusto? -repitió Rukj, como queriendo asegurarse de que había escuchado bien, mientras apartaba suavemente la zarpa del hombro del lince.
\-Sí -respondió Loki, con un hilo de voz -. Desde el día que nos conocimos he estado mirándote y... bueno... no podía seguir sin contártelo por más tiempo.
Después de decir aquellas palabras se sintió incluso más avergonzado y completamente incapaz de levantar la cabeza, preso de su propia timidez. Sin embargo, era capaz de notar la mirada de Rukj sobre su nuca, mientras que la suya se perdía en el suelo entre sus pies. Loki casi era capaz de imaginar su mirada, todavía llena de curiosidad, mientras observaba en el más absoluto de los silencios al lince que le había confesado sus sentimientos... o, quizás, la mirada que le estuviera dirigiendo contuviera algo de la ternura con la que el joven había soñado en alguna ocasión. En el peor de los casos, Rukj le estaba observando con incredulidad e incluso cierta expresión dolida... pero, en realidad, y por más que hubiera deseado saber qué estaba pensando en aquel momento el lobo, Loki sabía que jamás sería capaz de levantar la mirada para averiguar la verdad.
Sobrevinieron unos segundos tensos, envueltos por un silencio casi respetuoso. Loki, apretando las zarpas con fuerza contra su estómago y con la cabeza baja, esperaba el veredicto de Rukj como quien espera el golpe de una guillotina... En aquel momento lo único que se habría podido escuchar aparte del silencio era la tensa respiración del lince y, no muy lejos de allí, el apartado murmullo de la fiesta que se estaba celebrando en el campamento.
Hasta que, finalmente, llegó el final de aquel silencio y, sin saber por qué, Loki se encogió sobre sí mismo como si temiera que fuese a hacerle daño.
\-Loki -comenzó Rukj, con cierto tono de inseguridad en la voz -. Yo... lo siento mucho. Me temo que no siento lo mismo.
Fue como si, por unos instantes, el mundo se hubiera congelado.
Jarek estiró las patas, sentado en el suelo, y analizó rápidamente con la mirada a todas aquellas personas que, alrededor de la hoguera, reían, gritaban y bailaban como si aquel fuera el día más feliz de sus vidas. Algo nervioso, reprimió un escalofrío en cuanto vio que uno de los linces que viajaban dentro de la caravana realizó una peligrosa acrobacia demasiado cerca de la hoguera, que podría haber terminado con él ardiendo en mitad de las llamas. Desvió la mirada al suelo, incómodo, y trató de pensar con claridad mientras en sus oídos todavía retumbaba, sonoro y rítmico como los latidos de su corazón, el sonido de la felicidad de todas aquellas personas.
¿Qué estaban celebrando en realidad? ¿Que el Humano hubiera llegado a su caravana? ¿O simplemente que hubiera alguien nuevo viajando junto a ellos, sin importar de quién se trataba? \<\<Tal vez, \>\> pensó el lobo en silencio, mientras alzaba la mirada de nuevo y la dejaba fija en la hoguera, no sin cierto nerviosismo \<\<ni siquiera ellos sepan lo que estén celebrando. Quizás lo único importante sea la celebración en sí\>\>.
En silencio, trató de darle vueltas a las palabras que había oído en el interior de la tienda, la leyenda de la que Loki había hablado, la misión que tanto él como Raon debían cumplir. Su primera reacción al escuchar sus palabras había sido similar a la del joven Humano; por unos instantes, no había dado crédito a sus oídos y había dudado seriamente de que tanto él como Raon fueran capaces de realizar semejante proeza. ¿Acabar con la guerra que llevaba tanto tiempo asolando el mundo? ¿Borrar de un plumazo todo el odio que existía entre Humanos y Bestias? ¿Conseguir que se reconciliaran como viejos amigos que, en algún momento, hubieran iniciado una disputa estúpida e injustificada? Nada de eso parecía asequible para un joven lobo de apenas quince años y un Humano que debía de rondar la misma edad. Mucho menos, sabiendo que, en aquel momento, eran poco menos que enemigos públicos y cualquiera de sus movimientos tenía que llevarse a cabo en el más mínimo sigilo si no querían terminar descuartizados o algo peor en la plaza de alguna ciudad.
Pero, aún así, Jarek tenía la esperanza de poder hacer algo. Llevaba demasiado tiempo sufriendo por culpa de la guerra, por culpa del odio entre razas, y no podía evitar desear, desde lo más profundo de su corazón, que todo acabara ya de una vez. Había sabido, desde el día en que había nacido, que era imposible que todos los demás fueran capaces de entenderlo como él, pero aún así tenía el sueño de que algún día todo terminaría y podría volver a recorrer las calles de Cellisca Nívea sin peligro de que le señalaran con el dedo y gritaran su nombre como el del traidor que había alojado en su casa a una Humana. Nada le habría hecho más feliz que volver a ver el mundo unido: Bestias y Humanos, por fin capaces de convivir en armonía sin matarse cruelmente los unos a los otros.
Aquella era la base de sus ganas de luchar, de intentar conseguir que las cosas cambiasen para mejor. La otra razón por la que estaba dispuesto a arriesgarse tenía un nombre y, en aquel momento, se encontraba a apenas unos centímetros de él.
En silencio, giró la cabeza para dirigir una larga mirada a Raon y no pudo evitar sonreír levemente al encontrarse al Humano con los ojos cerrados y la cabeza apoyada en un hombro, a punto de dormirse completamente. Con cuidado de no sobresaltarle, Jarek alargó una zarpa para zarandearle suavemente y conseguir que se despertara.
Raon abrió los ojos rápidamente y dejó escapar un suave resoplido de sorpresa, lo que consiguió que la sonrisa del lobo se hiciera más amplia.
\-¿Qué? -le preguntó al Humano, todavía con la zarpa en su hombro -. No puedes aguantar más, ¿eh?
Raon tardó unos segundos en entender las palabras y, adormilado, se llevó una mano a la cabeza, tratando de desperezarse un poco.
\-No... -murmuró, finalmente -. Lo siento, sé que te dije que estaría en la fiesta contigo, pero es que tengo mucho sueño...
Jarek ladeó la cabeza y continuó observándole, fascinado, mientras el Humano se frotaba los ojos con el dorso de la mano. No podía evitar pensar que, en aquel momento, el aspecto del joven resultaba enternecedor.
\-¿Quieres que vayamos ya a la tienda? -le ofreció, dejando escapar una suave risa -. De lo contrario, estoy viendo que te caerás aquí dormido.
\-Sí, por favor -respondió Raon, dirigiéndole una mirada de profundo agradecimiento.
El lobo asintió y ambos se levantaron, para encaminarse, tras unos segundos, en dirección a la tienda de lona que Rukj les había ayudado a montar aquella misma noche. El paso del Humano era al principio lento y un poco inseguro, pero se hizo más firme una vez la fresca brisa de la noche y el movimiento le hubieron ayudado a espabilarse un poco.
\-Tal vez debería haberte invitado a un baile para que no te aburrieras tanto -comentó Jarek, mientras seguían caminando -. Te habría mantenido despierto.
\-¿Un baile? ¿En serio? -preguntó Raon, con un tono en el que el sarcasmo trataba de abrirse paso a través del sueño -. ¿Al lado de la hoguera?
\-Hum... no, tienes razón, tal vez no habría sido una buena idea -admitió Jarek, sin poder evitar sonreír, a su pesar. ¿Desde cuándo era Raon el que le hacía reír a él? -. Pero habría merecido la pena sólo para ver si eras capaz de bailar.
\-No puede ser mucho más difícil que cazar... -replicó Raon, aunque no parecía muy seguro de sí mismo. Un soplo de viento le levantó el pelo de la cara y le hizo estremecerse.
\-¿Tienes frío? -se apresuró a preguntar Jarek, algo preocupado.
Raon abrió la boca para responder, pero justo antes de hacerlo, se quedó pensativo y le dirigió una larga mirada, como si tratase de analizar las palabras que acababan de salir del hocico del lobo, intentando encontrar algún significado oculto. Por unos segundos, Jarek se sintió un poco incómodo con aquella situación, e incluso lamentó haber dicho aquellas palabras.
Tal vez... tal vez hubiera sonado un poco forzado...
\-La verdad es que sí -respondió Raon, finalmente, mientras se abrigaba un poco más con sus capas de pieles -. Me gustaría que... me gustaría que, si ves que esta noche tengo frío... en fin... -le costó encontrar las palabras -. Dame calor.
\-Por supuesto -respondió el lobo, empujándole suavemente del brazo, lo que hizo que el Humano dejara escapar una suave risa -. No podría dejar que murieras congelado. Y mucho menos, sin haberte visto bailar todavía.
\-Ni creo que lo hagas... -murmuró Raon, en voz baja, mientras ambos llegaban finalmente a su destino y se detenían frente a la puerta de la tienda.
Jarek estuvo lidiando durante unos segundos con las correas que mantenían la entrada cerrada, incapaz de deshacer los nudos, y Raon tuvo que acercarse para ayudarle un poco. Tras unos minutos en los que ambos permanecieron en un silencio desacostumbrado, el Humano consiguió abrir del todo la puerta y ambos entraron en la tienda de lona, poniendo especial cuidado en no tocar nada que pudiera tirar abajo el trabajo que había hecho Rukj.
Sin perder un solo segundo y llevado por el cansancio, Raon se dejó caer sobre el jergón instalado en el interior de la tienda y se cubrió con una manta que, muy a su pesar, no era lo suficientemente gruesa como para proteger del frío a alguien que no tenía pelaje. Dejó escapar un suspiro, consternado, mientras se resignaba a aceptar que, después de todo, aquella caravana no estaba pensada para dar refugio a integrantes Humanos.
No tuvo tiempo de pensarlo dos veces antes de que algo cálido se tumbara a su lado y le pasase un brazo por la cintura, dándole algo más de calor. En ese momento, Raon agradeció estar de espaldas a Jarek, pues de otra forma, el lobo se habría dado cuenta del rubor que había inundado sus mejillas al sentir la presión de su cuerpo contra su espalda.
\-Sólo por si acaso -le explicó el lobo, en voz baja.
Su aliento le hizo cosquillas en la oreja y, sin poder evitarlo, Raon no pudo evitar sentirse algo nervioso. Al fin y al cabo, ni él mismo sabía exactamente dónde empezaban y acababan las barreras que marcaban aquello que sentía hacia Jarek y, si bien antes no le había preocupado, ahora tenía miedo de hacer cualquier cosa que pudiera asustar a su amigo.
\-Buenas noches -susurró el lobo, al no recibir respuesta.
\-Buenas noches -respondió Raon, todavía pensativo, mientras se mordía el labio inferior.
Tendría que decírselo algún día; al menos, si pretendía no ruborizarse cada noche que el lobo le ofreciera su calor, o no quedarse sin palabras cada vez que intercambiaran una mísera mirada. Jarek tenía derecho a saberlo y, por otra parte, siempre estaba la posibilidad de que aquello que Raon sintiera fuese algo compartido...
\<\<Mañana. \>\> se dijo a sí mismo, tratando de infundirse confianza \<\<Se lo diré mañana\>\>.
Loki se llevó una mano al pecho, tratando de contener los sollozos y de tragarse las lágrimas mientras, junto a la orilla del lago, intentaba dejar de llorar sin conseguirlo. ¿Cómo había podido atreverse a hacer algo así...? ¿Cómo había podido quedar en ridículo de tal manera, dejarse en evidencia ante Rukj, tirar por tierra el poco respeto que el lobo podría haberle tenido? Loki había sido capaz de percibir el miedo en las palabras del lobo, cuando le había respondido que él no sentía lo mismo; no era un miedo que Rukj quisiera dejar entrever, pero el lince lo había sentido como si se tratara de un puñetazo directo a su cara. ¿Cómo... cómo se había atrevido... a abrirse ante él de tal manera?
Jamás debería haber reunido el coraje necesario para hacer algo así.
En silencio, el lince levantó la mirada y la clavó en la imagen que le devolvía el lago: algo parecido a un guiñapo de pelo que, envuelto sobre sí mismo como si fuera un ovillo, con las rodillas muy pegadas a la barbilla y los brazos cerrados a su alrededor, temblaba sin parar mientras trataba de serenarse. Sus dos ojos azules brillaban en medio de la oscuridad, iluminados por el reflejo de la luz de la luna sobre el agua, y parecían estar húmedos e incluso algo hinchados después de tantas lágrimas.
Sintió lástima de sí mismo y, por primera vez desde que había comenzado a llorar, se avergonzó de estar dando aquella imagen. Por suerte para él, Rukj se había marchado hacía ya rato y no estaba allí para presenciar aquello, pero... ¿acaso no había hecho ya el ridículo lo suficiente? \<\<Él no te quiere, Loki\>\> se repitió a sí mismo una vez más, mientras contenía un gemido \<\<Le has dicho lo que sientes por él para nada... y ahora... ahora ya nunca te verá de la misma manera\>\>.
En silencio, apretó un poco más las piernas contra su cuerpo para darse algo de calor, mientras recordaba el momento exacto en el que el lobo negro había dejado escapar las palabras que se habían convertido en su sentencia. Sabía que no habían sido las últimas que había dicho.
Podía ser que Rukj, después de haber destrozado involuntariamente su corazón sin saberlo, hubiera tratado de animarle. Tal vez le hubiera dado unas palmaditas en la espalda, tratando de hacerle sentirse mejor, o tal vez le hubiera preguntado si se encontraba bien, preocupado. Quizás Loki hubiera respondido riendo, ocultando la amargura que le intoxicaba por dentro, o quizás hubiera permanecido en silencio, con la mirada perdida, quieto como una estatua, incapaz de asumir aquel fracaso tan absoluto.
Se había entregado a él para nada.
Loki jamás se había imaginado que fuera tan duro no ser correspondido: aunque supiera que Rukj no le guardaba rencor por lo que le había dicho, y que posiblemente el hecho de que ahora supiera que el lince se sentía atraído hacia él no cambiaría nada, era duro saber que era el único que se sentía así. Había estado soñando durante tanto tiempo con la posibilidad de descansar en los brazos del lobo negro, de compartir con él sus momentos más íntimos, de abrirle todas sus puertas...
... pero no había sido más que eso.
Un sueño. Un estúpido, doloroso y cruel sueño.
Y la realidad era la que dictaba las normas en el mundo en el que Loki vivía, por lo que, aunque quisiera jamás podría ser capaz de cambiar lo que Rukj sentía, o mejor dicho, lo que no sentía hacía él.
\<\<Él no tiene la culpa\>\> se repitió, por enésima vez \<\<. No podría mentirme... Si no siente nada no podría haberme dicho que sí... \>\>
Este pensamiento provocó que volviera a dejar escapar un sollozo de angustia, mientras nuevas lágrimas acudían a sus ojos como si su cuerpo necesitara urgentemente derramarlas fuera de sí. Con el corazón roto por el dolor y la vergüenza, Loki enterró la cabeza entre sus piernas y cerró los ojos, tratando de olvidarlo todo, tratando de dejar de sufrir; tratando de dejar de sentir de una vez para que todo fuera infinitamente más fácil...
No habría sabido decir cuánto tiempo estuvo así, completamente abstraído de la realidad, todavía con el surco de las lágrimas marcado sobre el pelaje de su rostro. Fue como si, durante un período indeterminado, la oscuridad le hubiese envuelto en un gélido y vacío abrazo que le provocaba escalofríos, pero que a la vez resultaba ligeramente reconfortante. Era triste saber que nada más que la oscuridad podía abrazarle, pero en aquel momento, cuando sus pensamientos vagaban a la deriva y su alma apenas se preocupaba por recuperarlos... no le importó. Se dejó llevar de un lado a otro, como una marioneta, y por unos segundos casi tuvo la agradable certeza de que su corazón había dejado de palpitar, de que la tierra se lo tragaría y de que ya jamás volvería a respirar...
\-No deberías estar aquí, perdiéndote la fiesta, sobre todo teniendo en cuenta que es en tu honor.
Fueron aquellas palabras, pronunciadas por alguien a su espalda, las que le devolvieron a la realidad
Confuso, el lince levantó la cabeza y se giró hacia quien le había hablado desde detrás, parpadeando un par de veces para adaptar sus pupilas rasgadas de nuevo a la luz. Iluminada por el lejano brillo de la hoguera del campamento y por el resplandor de la luna y las estrellas, Loki reconoció la imponente silueta de Ailec, que le contemplaba con una expresión entre dubitativa y preocupada. El hijo del líder de la caravana llevaba un manojo de leña al hombro y al descubrir el inconfundible rastro de las lágrimas sobre el rostro del lince, ladeó la cabeza, con curiosidad.
\-Yo... -murmuró Loki, con la voz ronca.
\-¿Qué te pasa? -preguntó el toro, dejando la leña en el suelo y acercándose unos pasos -. Eh. ¡Eh, eh! -exclamó, al ver que las lágrimas volvían a los ojos de Loki -. ¿Qué ha pasado? ¿Es que alguien te ha hecho algo?
\-No... -respondió Loki, con esfuerzo, mientras volvía la cabeza hacia el lago para ocultar sus lágrimas de la mirada del toro.
Esta vez no sabía por qué lloraba.
Tal vez fuera simplemente por la vergüenza que le daba que alguien le viera en aquel estado, o porque las palabras del toro le hacían recordar lo que había sucedido antes... El caso era que no podía dejar de llorar, y por cada lágrima que derramaba se sentía más y más miserable...
\-¿Entonces, qué? -le preguntó el toro, mientras se sentaba con las piernas cruzadas a su lado y le dirigía una mirada inquisitiva, todavía preocupado -. ¿Qué te ocurre?
Loki no se sintió con fuerzas para responder.
En cualquier caso, ¿qué habría podido hacer? ¿Contarle al toro que había declarado su amor a Rukj aquella misma noche y que como el lobo no le había correspondido se había puesto a llorar como un crío? Ya se había humillado lo suficiente... Loki no quería volver a pasar por lo mismo otra vez, volver a tener que vencer a su timidez para después caer en picado al no recibir nada a cambio.
Habría sido demasiado doloroso.
\-Bueno, si no me lo quieres contar... -continuó Ailec, sin apartar la mirada de él, mientras ponía una de sus pezuñas en el hombro del lince para tratar de consolarle -, supongo que, por lo menos, puedo intentar hacerte sentir mejor. ¿Te animarías a venir conmigo a la fiesta? No me vendría mal un poco de compañía.
Loki estuvo tentado de reír ante aquella proposición tan absurda.
\-¿Con estas pintas? -preguntó, mientras se pasaba una zarpa por la cara para limpiarse las lágrimas -. Todo el mundo me mirará...
\-Bah, no te preocupes -trató de tranquilizarle el toro, todavía intentando infundirle algo de confianza con la pezuña en su hombro -. Mira... cuando yo tengo ganas de llorar siempre bebo algo. Ya sabes, algo fuerte. Tal vez contigo no funcione, pero podríamos probar. ¿Qué me dices? Prometo estar a tu lado todo el rato que haga falta, hasta que te encuentres mejor.
Loki levantó la mirada y la clavó en los ojos de Ailec, que le observaban con expectación.
Había algo en la mirada del toro que le hacía sentirse mejor, algo que le hacía recuperar de nuevo cierta confianza en sí mismo... No habría sabido decir qué era ni por qué le transmitía esto, pero lo cierto era que le hacía sentir cierta calidez en su interior, como si el que alguien estuviera preocupado por él encendiera de nuevo una llama que, hasta el momento, había permanecido apagada en lo más profundo de su consciencia.
Por unos segundos, estuvo tentado de aceptar su invitación y de tratar de olvidarse de todo para intentar disfrutar un poco de la noche. Ya había llorado lo suficiente y, por otra parte, tenía que reconocer que la compañía de Ailec le vendría bien para tratar de olvidarse del vacío que otra había dejado al marcharse...
Después de todo... ¿para qué seguir llorando y consumiéndose en su autocompasión, cuando podía buscar alguna forma de salir de ella?
Finalmente, se decidió.
\-Está bien... iré -murmuró, carraspeando para intentar que su voz sonara un poco más clara -. Gracias -añadió, de corazón, mientras dirigía una mirada de agradecimiento al hijo del líder de la caravana.
Éste sonrió y se incorporó sobre sus cuclillas.
\-No tienes que dármelas, cachorro.
Loki se estremeció, no tanto como por el trato tan cariñoso que el toro parecía haber adoptado hacia él de repente sino por la última palabra que había dicho y por los sentimientos que despertaba en él.
\-Por favor, no... no me llames cachorro -le pidió, desviando la mirada al suelo.
\-Oh, bueno -murmuró Ailec, algo sorprendido -. Pues... no tienes que dármelas, gatito -repitió, guiñándole un ojo. |
The UAA Chapter Four: The Rebellion Strikes Back by Max The Wolf | The UAA Chapter Four: The Rebellion Strikes Back. Story and Characters ﾃつｩ Michael .B ( Max The Wolf [YS] LT\_Max\_W\_Charger [FA] ) Disclaimer: WEEEE may contain some mature content, no one to read less you are over 17, 18, or 21....now on to the story...I hate this disclaimer crap...its so damn | [
"Bovine",
"Dingo",
"Human",
"Revenge",
"Torture (moderate)",
"Various Species"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97613-the-uaa-chapter-four-the-rebellion-strikes-back | The UAA Chapter Four: The Rebellion Strikes Back.
Story and Characters ﾃつｩ Michael .B ( Max The Wolf [YS] LT\_Max\_W\_Charger [FA] )
Disclaimer: WEEEE may contain some mature content, no one to read less you are over 17, 18, or 21....now on to the story...I hate this disclaimer crap...its so damn useless honestly.
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Story Theme: Wake Up the Voiceless - Story of the Year Wolfs Theme: Ain't Selling Out - Kenny Wayne Shepherd Break Out Theme: Click Click Boom - Saliva Returning Theme: Lucky - Hoobastank End Theme: Home - Breaking Benjamin
Story Started: 8-4-2009, Finished: 8-5-2009
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When pride is hard to break...the prideful shale rise up with strength to cut through the darkness. - Quote of Michael .B
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Slowly my world came back to me...first sound...I could hear dripping water upon what sounded like rock...maybe concrete? My body felt somewhat heavy but I knew I was chained...my arms above my head...the metal biting into my wrists. I must have been there for sometime because I felt dried blood along my arms. Next to come was sight as I opened my eyes, everything swam slowly into focus, and that's when I noticed just where I was. I was inside a large concrete room that was coated with blood, chains hanging from the ceiling and walls, a large high output generator up against the wall next to a large metal table...soon it hit me...Torture Room.
"Ah, he's awake." spoke a large bovine as it turned around to look at a lone figure in the shadows who gave a soft laugh.
"Good...I want him to be awake. He's going to tell me where his little pets are hiding at."
I groaned slightly while looking at the shadow before speaking slowly. "Like hell I will...who the fuck are you?"
"You should know just who I am...Wolf."
The voice was so familiar, then it hit me. "Devon."
"I see you still remember me...you should, you left your mark on me." slowly a dingo stepped from the shadows, his fur a deep brown with black spots, yet his left eye was scared closed. "You should have never tried to rape my sister you sick son of a bitch." I growled slowly.
"Your sister was a whore!" Devon sneered while stepping closer to me, a grin never leaving his muzzle, his remaining brown eye upon me intently. I jerked against my bonds, the desire to rip his throat out was great inside my mind.
"I'm going to kill you, Devon...You broke the rules of the UFA, and to compensate for your "Lack" of balls...you drugged Jewel and tried to rape her...and for that is the reason you was kicked out of the resistance! So what's your plan? To kill me and all those who follow my wishes?" I growled slightly.
"You're smart kid...I'll give you that...and yes I want to kill all of those who follow your little rules and plans. Then I'll take that bitch sister of yours and loan her out to my men." he snickered slightly.
"Go lick your balls you mutt...you'll never get what you want." I growled, before Devon backhanded me across the face, then slammed his knee into my stomach, taking my wind.
"Chain him up to the table. We'll force the info from him." Devon grinned as the bovine moved over and unchained me before moving to the table, strapping me to the cold metal. I glared daggers at the dingo the whole time before I gave a deep cry of pain from the force of electric that went through me. The pain lasted for a good, long ten seconds before it was shut off and I slumped my shoulders slightly as I panted softly. "Come now...the time and power of the shocks will be increased until you die, or tell me where you are keeping those pets."
"Kill me and get it over with you prick...because I'll die first before I tell you anything.!" I retorted sharply before a bucket of water was tossed upon me, then the shocks started again, this time a lot greater and longer, and by the time they got tired of there "Fun" I was now hanging limply against the straps, as smoke drifted up from me slowly.
"Leave him hanging there...we won't be gone long. And when we get back...he'll talk. If not this time...he dies." Devon snickered as he walked out of the room slowly, as the bovine grinned.
"Leave him hanging huh...well while their gone...I can have some fun." the bovine grinned while walking over and slowly, picking up a large piece of pipe from the table. "I've always heard of you...the boss always speaks on how much of a leader you was..." he then smirked "Oh well...by the time I'm done with you, you'll be telling me where your friends are."
Slowly I looked up to him, a small grin crossing my face. "Fuck...You.". Soon after I spoke that, a sharp pain filled my side when the pipe slammed into me, causing me to wince slightly. I knew I wouldn't last long against this walking tank...clearly he would kill me sooner than Devon would, and I had to do something to get out of this damn place. I slowly looked up to my tormentor with a defiant grin before I closed my eyes tightly, giving a slight groan of pain when the pipe hit me once more.
"Hmm...maybe he was right...you are strong."
"Stronger...than....you think." I whispered softly, looking to the floor with a grin.
"So you say. You'll be dead soon and we'll find your friends regardless if you help or not." the bovine grinned while getting ready to deal in the final blow before he stopped at the arc of his swing when he saw me grinning. "What are you smiling about?"
"You're a smart guy...you figure it out." I smirked, during his little chat, I had managed to work the nylon straps loser before I got my hand free, grabbing the bovines dagger that was attached to his belt, and with one quick swing I was awarded with time by the bovines stupor...I sliced his throat open. I watched as he stumbled backwards and into the wall, choking and gasping for air as he slid down the wall and to the floor before his body went limp. I sighed softly, still weak from the electroshocks, and the beating, but I didn't stop as I cut the straps off and stumbled from the table while holding my head. Slowly I moved to the bovines body and pulled off the tactical belt, loaded with ammo and a large custom made Raptor .45ACP handgun, loaded with a extended clip of fifteen rounds. The barrel was extended with a gas vent to reduce a bit of muzzle flare but still hold full power. "Time to shut this place down..." I looked up and noticed a air vent nearby.
Moving up to the grated vent, I pulled off the cover and slipped inside, moving silently along the metal tunnel until I came upon a grate looking down into what appeared to be the armory. Opening up the hole, I dropped down to the floor below and once I landed upon the hard floor I went to my hands and knees, panting softly. As weak as I was; I was starting to wonder how in the hell I was going to make it out of here alive. But then I thought of all of those who depended on me, and from deep down inside me I found the power to stand up with a newfound strength. I slowly moved along the room, packing away a few blocks of C4 and a K3G4 sub-machine gun loaded with what scared me...Anti-Armor rounds. Special Teflon coated rounds that ripped through Kevlar and other armor vests like a hot knife through butter. I grabbed as many clips as I could of the ammo before a guard busted through the door, aiming a H&K VP70 handgun at me...one I knew only fired 9mm rounds. I just stepped back, knowing that if I fired a round off now...my chances of making it out alive would drop to zero.
Watching the guard step closer, I just waited until the right time before I pulled the bovines dagger from behind me and flung it at him, the long blade stabbing into his neck. I watched as he fell to the floor like a ton of bricks before I moved over and removed the knife from the guards neck, and a PDA from his vest. I checked the PDA and found out that I was not far from the power room, so I moved from the armory and down the hall, sticking in the shadows until I was inside the room I desired.
"Lets see just what to do here...what was the basics Blaze told me.?" I looked around the room slowly at all the high voltage machines as I thought. ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ彝emember, set your charges at the main generator, and the sub generator. Taking both out will render the whole base in black out, and will make getting in...or out easy.' I looked to the side, noticing two large generators, moving over I found out I was right. So I then placed the packs of C4 under the large machines and set the timed detonators. I took one last look at the PDA and found the Fuel room, and I figured that if I was going to black out this place...hit them where it'll really hurt...level the base. I then took off in a sprint down the halls, and due to how empty it was, it had to be night for the main workers so getting to where I needed by using the access lines was like a dream run. I made it to the fuel room without any hassle and set the last remaining blocks of C4 on the larger tanks before I looked for a way out on the map, memorizing it quickly I then made my run for freedom.
The fatigue was catching up to me, my breath coming to me in ragged pants, my muscles burned, my eyes strained to keep open as I raced for the exit, but I was soon knocked off my feet when a explosion rocked the base. I knew that the C4 didn't do it...the blast was much smaller and one thought came to mind. "Blaze and Reno." Getting up slowly I started running once more, pushing myself far past my training had built me to go. Slamming through the door I had found, I had made it outside the base...but I wasn't out of danger yet. Looking back I noticed the main base was suspended over a deep pit and I was on a bridge connecting it to the main land. "Uh-oh." I whispered.
"That's just right you little prick."
I looked ahead of me to see Devon standing there in the middle of the bridge, blocking my way out. I growled slightly, taking a stance as he charged me full force, sending a clawed swing at my face only to have it dodged, as I crouched down. I then came up with a hard uppercut that sent him off his feet and to the metal grating with a thud before he got up growing, blood dripping from his muzzle.
"You'll pay for that you little prick." he growled as he lunged once more, dropping me with a swift kick to my side that took away my renewed power, the pain was so great I was sure that hit broke a few of my ribs. I was on my knees until Devon pulled me up by my hair with a smirk. "The "GREAT" Michael Wolf...leader and founder of the UFA and the UAA...Nothing more than a spoiled child with a gun and pets...I'm going to enjoy this so much I think I'll go mad with laughter."
"I will be glad as well, but I won't be laughing my head off but at-lest the world will be a better place." I smirked slightly.
"You're right...the world will be a better place...because I‾" he stopped speaking, only to look down at my stolen dagger, plunged into his chest. I then stood up fully and smirked.
"Yeah...it will be better. I told you I would kill you. I never forget what I say." I then pushed him over the railing, letting go, letting him plunge into the total darkness that the world truly was, sending him to the darkness and fires of hell. I then heard the base start to explode before I broke into a run, trying to get to the other side before I was also swallowed by the darkness below...I could feel the bridge start to bend, twist and snap in a few places like a dry twig. The base then went down behind me, the bridge following close behind it as the main brace connected to the rock wall gave way just as I heard Gina scream my name, and with every last ounce of energy I had within my body...I jumped. I had made a mistake...I cut my jump short and I knew I wouldn't make it, but just before I hit the rock and fell, I felt a large paw grab my hand, followed by the sound of some one snickering.
"Jesus...Why don't ya lay off the cheeseburgers Master." Blaze quipped before he hauled me up over the edge and to the ground. I glanced at him with a smile as I flipped him the bird...casually. Gina then rushed over and kneeled down beside me, looking at the wounds upon me upper body as she sobbed.
"You'll be okay love...we'll take you back home...get you bandaged up." she whined, as she took my hand in her paw. I gave a weak nod before I passed out.
I woke up later, laying in a medical ward bed, with Blaze, Reno, Gina, Cain, Bill, Jewel, and Ginger standing around the bed looking at me. Gina moved close and placed her paw upon my cheek with a soft smile, tears in her eyes.
"I was so worried about you Wolf...I was scared I was going to lose you forever."
Slowly I shook my head with a smile. "No...you won't ever lose me my beautiful she-wolf..." I then looked to everyone around my bed with a soft nod. "Thanks guys...for coming after me...it means a lot." Everyone gave a nod, and we all exchanged a few thanks, and hugs before all but Gina left the room. Slowly I looked over to her, and took her paw in my hand. "You wanted to tell me something when I left?"
"Yes, I do." she gave a soft nod.
"What is it my love?"
"Do you remember the day you was adopted?" she asked softly, while tilting her head, her eyes shining softly even in the dullness of the anesthetic feel of the room, endless dull white...but she stood out like a angel...
"Yes I do...I helped a beautiful she-wolf that day in the woman's bathroom on the human side of the building." I kept watching her carefully.
"I never did get to thank you properly for that...Garder Bestia..." she moved closer to me, her lips almost touching mine before she whispered. "My hero." she then kissed me softly, her soft lupine tongue slipping into my mouth as she gave a deep, long murr. Slowly she stood up with a smile. I knew I seen her somewhere...mother was right again...in both times when she adopted me...
ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廣w...You in love with her?' Yes. ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ廛on't worry...I'm sure you'll see her again some day.' I did.
Slowly I smiled, pulling her down onto the bed with me, holding her close and running my fingers through the fur on the back of her neck. "I missed you so much Gina...god how I love you." I then grinned "God will lead those, whom he wishes; astray."
I was in the medic ward for two more days, before I was let out on a clean bill of health...I then walked into the cafeteria where everyone was talking among themselves before they all looked up at me when I entered, with Gina beside me. I then smiled.
"Okay people...lets get to work...we got animals to save and hate to destroy...lets do it... we are the UAA."
Everyone gave a cheer and a bark before setting out to work. I then looked to Gina with a smile, then she snickered and looked to me.
"Wolf..." she looked at me with those big beautiful amber eyes... "Can we have a pup?"
(To Be Continued.)
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Getting The Special Discount by Jace Winzor | Getting The Special Discount By, H. Horsie \*\* This is a story between two anthro males. If you don't like this, please don't read ahead. Also, this story is completely fictional. If it resembles some IRL events, its purely by coincidence. Thanks for reading.\*\* It was mid-afternoon and the East | [
"Horse",
"Husky",
"M/M",
"Public"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51506-getting-the-special-discount | Getting The Special Discount By, H. Horsie
\*\* This is a story between two anthro males. If you don't like this, please don't read ahead. Also, this story is completely fictional. If it resembles some IRL events, its purely by coincidence. Thanks for reading.\*\*
It was mid-afternoon and the East Side Mall was just starting to get busy. Down the west end of the mall, there was a pretty fancy retail store that had all sorts of hip designer clothing ranging from silt suits to graphic Tees. Standing behind the counter in the back of the store was the clerk who kept fidgeting with his name tag. See, Jace (he's the clerk) had just been promoted to manager and he loved to show off his new shiny gold name tag with the words "Store Manager" written under his name in big bold print.
Now some would find Jace a little out of place in this type of store simply by looking at him. Standing over six feet tall, this anthro horse looked to be built out of solid stone. His muscles looked chiseled onto his frame in perfect equation to his size. His fur was a dark brown, but his long mane that he kept in a braid down his back and his equally long tail was a light shade of dusty blond. Also, being as he worked in a hip designer retail store, he wore all the newest fashions which usually meant tight shirts and hip hugger jeans that flared out over his dark boots. Most who came in for the first time swore he was one of the models who posed in any of the numerous posters up in the store. Jace usually just bashfully denied the question and helped out where he could.
He'd been working there for about 2 years now. He started when he was not even 16 as a stock boy in the back when shipments came in and he has now moved up the chain to store manager. The district manager absolutely loved him and his charming personality. If he wasn't so young, the DM would of already posted him higher in the franchise. However, 17 going on 18 was a little young to be traveling around the state making evaluations and executive decisions. So, the DM just promoted him to Manager instead and told him whenever he turned 18, he had a spot for him even farther up the chain.
That was merely a week ago and Jace was still gleaming with pride from it. Another fidget with his name tag to make sure it was straight and he looked up at the entrance when he heard the bong of the electronic bell letting him know someone had just walked in. He cleared his throat and casually made his way up from to see who it was. Today Jace had a short sleeve collared dress shirt with a somewhat flashy tie. His jeans were dark and fitted his thick legs nicely with a little bagginess to them; just enough not to strangle.
As he slowly winded his way though the racks of clothing, he peaked over the tops as saw a young looking husky browsing in the jeans section. He straightened his tie and headed over.
"Welcome to Bridges Fashion. Is there anything I can help you with?" Jace said.
The male husky glanced up at Jace and did a double take at the big horse clerk smiling. He gawked for a second before he coughed and looked back to the couple pairs of pants he was looking at. Just in the couple seconds, Jace looked him over just to assess what type of client he was dealing with. In the couple years he has been working there, he has developed quite a skill in doing this.
This client he saw was smart, or at least clean and organized just by how his clothing looked pressed and neat; nothing was out of place or untucked. Though, Jace noted that the husky really wasn't too knowledgeable in fashion, but looked like he wanted to be. His clothes looked new, but didn't really match. He was about half a foot shorter than Jace was and not as muscular. That doesn't mean that he was out of shape. His body was toned and slender, maybe and gymnast or a swimmer Jace thought. Just then, the husky asked a question and it brought him out of his thoughts.
"So uh... what's the difference between this one and that one..." the husky said in a voice that matched his look. Jace stepped closer to see what he was asking.
"Ahh..." Jace spoke. "See this one." He pointed to the one on the left. "It's acid stained and has hand sewn graphic down the right leg. Something like mine." Jace pointed to the jeans he was wearing. The husky looked and took the change to take a quick glance at the horse's crotch before he asked another question. Jace didn't see him look.
"And this one...?" He looked up at Jace. Jace smiled and laughed. "Basically the same, only it doesn't have some spiffy designer's name on it. Sooo... it's like 75 dollars cheeper too." The two of them laugh a little. The husky quickly puts back the designer ones.
"Is there anything else I can interest you in. We are having a sale on some great Tees that would look perfect with those jeans."
"Uh... sh-sure" The husky smiled and followed the horse clerk back to where the shirts were. He happily followed since he was able to stare at the equine's rump the entire way. His eyes quickly shot back up when Jace turned and started to point out some shirts. After about the third shirt, Jace stopped and introduced himself.
"I'm sorry. My name is Jace and I'm the store manager." He put a little more emphasis on the store manager part and held out a hand to the husky. The husky smiled and took the hand into his own paw, giving it a shake with surprising strength behind it.
"I'm Kale. It's nice to meet you Jace." The husky said looking into the horse's deep brown eyes. He could feel his cheeks start to flush and quickly looked back down at the shirts. He quickly grabbed up a couple and headed over to the cash register. Jace just smiled. It wasn't the first time that one of the customers, male or female, has found him attractive. But this time, He was finding himself attracted to the husky too. He rushed after the canine and put a hand on his shoulder. Kale flinched but laughed as he turned.
"Don't you want to try them on? If you're going to spend this much money on these clothes, you should at least check to see if they fit and if you like how you look in them."
Kale gulped and looked over to the changing rooms. His heart was racing and he was certain his cheeks were red now.
"I uh.. Sh-ure..." Kale hesitated for a second before he rushed in and nearly slammed the door behind him. "Sorry..." The husky said in an embarrassed voice about the door slam. Jace just laughed to himself before heading over to the cashiers table to do some paperwork. Just as he got behind the register, he remembered that there was a really funny fastener on the fly. Not thinking, Jace whisked over to the dressing room and barged in.
By that time, Kale was already down to his briefs and hanging his jeans up on the hook. When the door swung open, he nearly jumped out of his skin and yelped, turning around wide eyed. Jace gawked at the half naked husky and realized what he just did. He too had a look of wide eyed shock on his face.
"Oh my god!! I'm so, so sorry. It's just that the clasp on the jeans can be a little... I didn't think before..." Jace stammered out and if his dark fur wouldn't of covered it, his face would look like a tomato from embarrassment. It took a few seconds of awkward silence from them both to calm down enough for them to act civilized. Kale was actually the first one to speak.
"It's okay, heh heh... you just caught me a little off guard that's all." They both laughed. Kale walked over and picked up the new jeans, looked at the fly for the first time, and did see that it was oddly complex.
"Uh... heh heh." Kale said. "...yeah..." He looked over at Jace with a confused expression. "You weren't kidding, were ya?"
"Its actually kind of simple," Jace said and walked into the changing room, the door closing behind him. "See..." Jace began to show the husky just how it worked. Kale on the other had was finding it hard to focus on the jeans with this stud of a horse next to him... with himself almost half naked... and in a somewhat small cubicle by themselves. Kale bit his lip a little as he could feel his groin start to get a little aroused, making his briefs tent out.
"There ya go... easy-peesy right?" Jace said smiling but something made him look down. When he did, he saw what made him look. He felt his stomach jump up when he saw the husky's tent. Inadvertently, he licked his lips as he looked back up at the canine. Again there was an awkward silence. They both just stood there, looking at each other with the suspense so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Then like in some cheesy chick flick, they both lunged at each other; locking their lips together and moaning into each other's bodies.
Jace was the first to make his move, letting his large hands slide down Kale's back and down to his rump. Getting two big palmfuls, Jace squeezed the soft flesh, feeling just how toned Kale really was. Indeed he was a swimmer and had the body to prove it. Though not buff, his body was a honed weapon for speed though the waters of any lake or pool.
Kale, feeling the horse go from his bottom first, let his hands drift down and grab what had his interest at the very first time he'd seen the horse. His paws clasped around the heavy soft package that Jace had cradled in his jeans. It felt so supple and warm, it actually made him moan. So not being able to wait any longer, Kale fumbled for the fly to his pants and pulled it down, luckily it wasn't as complex as the pair he was going to buy. Like a flash, his paw dove in and felt for the hot flesh with in.
Indeed it was hot and Jace was surprised by the sudden eagerness of the husky. It made him even hotter for the canine. Opening his mouth, he slipped in tongue into Kale's, letting it play with the others as he groped his backside. Not wanting to fall behind, he reached up and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled down.
By then, Kale had managed to snaked the horse's soft cock out of his fly and was quickly jerking it off. The dick was so thick and heavy already, he had to use both paws to play with it. It filled his paws so much that he had to break off the kiss and look down at it. What he saw, made him gasp.
There, jutting out from the wide open fly of his jeans, Jace's cock was easily close to two feet long and had to be thicker than an orange. It wasn't too veiny either, but it had just enough running around its thick shaft to make it hot. Kale could only stare as he jerked it slowly, like it was some priceless relic. Then, he felt something pushing down on his head. When he looked back up to the horse, he saw Jace grinning at him with one of his hands pushing him down to his knees. It didn't take a second more for Kale to figure out what he wanted.
The husky dropped to his knees and engulfed the dick into his maw right away. The spongy flesh filled his mouth with a lot more to spare. Jace gasped as his cock was taken into the canine's mouth and he let out a long low moan while Kale started to dance his tongue around the flared out head. With the feeling of something warm and wet enveloped around his penis, it swelled up even more to full mast. It was so thick that he was having problems even putting into his jaws, but Kale did the best job he knew how. Using both paws to kneed and jerk the length slowly, the husky sucked as earnestly as he could, lapping up any pre that the horse was nice enough to give him. Seconds passed like minutes while Jace moaned quietly, looking down and watching the canine sucking on his dick with great pleasure. Occasionally, he would run his fingers though his hair of push down on the back of his head when he wanted just a little deeper feeling over his cock. But despite how hard the husky tried, Jace just couldn't cum and this was starting to take dangerously long. Anything could be happening out in the store and he wouldn't be the wiser. So, in spite of his normal good nature, he gently grabbed the husky's head and started to buck his hips in. All the while, he looked down at Kale with a loving smile, letting him know that he wasn't going to abuse him.
As he started to jab his cock into Kale's maw faster, he felt the all too familiar feeling every male gets when he can feel his orgasm build. First the little tingle deep down in his stomach and then the quick build in his nuts. Jace began to huff for air loudly while his pace quickened. His low hanging nuts swayed between his powerful legs as he thrusted away. Kale just kept his eyes closed and was happy to let his mouth be a fuck toy for the impressive stallion. In fact, his own paw was furiously jerking himself off getting closer to the brink of explosion.
"So close... mmMMNG!" Jace whispered just a second before he plunged his hips in a little harder. The husky flinched when the first shot blasted to the back of his throat, but he instantly recovered and started to swallow, moaning in between gulps. Unknown to the horse, Kale's cock was shooting off a thick load of his own. After about the 6th and final spurt, Jace pulled out of the husky's maw and gave it a couple yanks, milking the rest of his juice from his hose. Kale eagerly accepted the last drips.
"Damn.." Jace said with a sigh. "That was pretty good Husky. Heh heh..." He laughed, helping the canine back to his feet. "I was going to ask if you needed a little relief too, but I see that you already took care of that." Jace said looking at the five long lines of creamy goodness soaking into the carpet.
"Oh yeah... heh heh" Kale blushed. "I'm sorry, I'll clean it up." He grabbed his shirt and was about to get down to wipe it up when Jace stopped him.
"Don't worry about it. I'll get it taken care of." He chuckled and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "How about you get dressed, so I can check you out and give you my number." Jace said with a wink. Kale just blushed and slipped up his briefs. Jace also, reached in and stuffed his softening member back into his pants. Being half hard, it only made his package even bigger. Very carefully, Jace zipped up and slipped out of the dressing room and headed over to the register. He made a quick one over to see if everything was in order. It was and by the looks of things, no one had even come in while he was... occupied. He laughed to himself, thinking back on what just happened. Never in a million years would he thought that something like that could actually happen. By then, Kale was out of the dressing room too with the clothes folded over his arm. Jace smirked.
"Find everything you needed, did you?" Jace winked and Kale chuckled.
"You could say that... heh heh..."
"Well, glad I could help." He said as he rung up to total real quick. "That'll be... 134 dollars and.. 18 cents. Cash or charge?"
"Charge" Kale said, handing him his credit card. Jace gave it a quick swipe and waited for it to go thought. During that time, Kale did the quick math in his head and the total was wrong. "Hey... shouldn't it be like 189 or something like that."
Jace just smiled. "I gave you a special discount. Come back again, alright?" He said as he scribbled something down on the receipt before handing it back with the card.
"I certainly will Jace. Heh heh..." Kale took the card and receipt and put them into his wallet before he gave a quick but all telling smile that indeed he could be back.
"Have a nice day..." Jace said as Kale turned to walk away.
"You too, Jace. I'll be seeing you." He called over his shoulder and when he got out into the main foyer of the mall, he pulled out the receipt to see what he wrote.
'867-5309 Call me, Jace'
"I certainly will Stud.... I certainly will...." Kale said to himself as he folded up the receipt and put it into his pocket while he walked off to where ever he parked. |
In Between the Lines by Sanura Mosi | Challenge #14 was: sexes- MF choosy third (M, F or herm) Races- collie, arctic fox, brown bear Setting- Business office I tried a different approach with this one and i hope it turned out as well as i'd hoped. \>^.^\< In Btween the Lines by Kitten "Line B, column 1...$1,564...what does that say?" | [
"Bear",
"Collie",
"Fox",
"M/F",
"Never Seen Sex Act",
"Romance",
"Secret Love"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10033-in-between-the-lines | Challenge #14 was: sexes- MF choosy third (M, F or herm) Races- collie, arctic fox, brown bear Setting- Business office
I tried a different approach with this one and i hope it turned out as well as i'd hoped. \>^.^\<
In Btween the Lines by Kitten
"Line B, column 1...$1,564...what does that say?" The collie's head popped up from his laptop. He blinked his eyes a few times, thinking the late hour was playing with his mind (in which case he'd definitely have to stop- late for deadlines or not). He adjusted his designer glasses and looked back at the paper in front of him.
"No, that still says adult toys." He looked in confusion. "How does she justify that as work expenses?" He looked at the hour and shrugged. He could call her now, and even though it was 2:30 in the morning, he knew she'd be at her office. He wasn't sure why, but her business involved a lot of night hours. He chuckled a bit and saved off the Excel spreadsheet and closed the laptop. You'd figure an accountant would know more about his client.
He sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the sounds of the three small fountains he had in his living room. The whole room, as well as his entirety of his penthouse was dedicated to relaxation and Zen. Had any of his clients bothered to look past the stereotype of accountant that he seemed to be, they would have also found out he not only did martial arts, but he was heavily into Japanese influenced ideals. Such as practicing staying well, as opposed to not getting sick. He also believed in patience, in waiting to see the whole of the picture before acting. He smiled as he set his laptop on what his clients would have considered a very short table, but set around the floor cushions and the one couch he had that was little more than a couch cushion with a high back. His dining room was something out of some anime. His table was totally oriental in origin, complete with expensive cotton cushions to sit on around the low table, and a removable top to slip a blanket under for the colder months.
Had any of his more higher paying clients had seen his apartment, they would have realized exactly how expensive his dining room, and most of his furniture for that matter, was. He was happy letting them think what they wanted. His "public" office was just like any other office, nothing special, and he only did his work there when he absolutely needed to or had an appointment with a client. Considering he preferred lunch meetings with regulars and he kept their files on a secure database he could access from his laptop anywhere in the world, those times were few and far in between.
He did feel bad for his secretary, although she was highly paid, she had the office to herself constantly and most of the time dealt with the paper-pushing part of his job. Delivering and sending papers- allowing him the freedom he did have. She had never complained, but he knew that it had to get pretty lonely.
He sighed and headed for his large bedroom to do some meditation, he felt as if he'd need all of his presence of mind for his meeting with the Arctic Fox tomorrow about her "business expenses".
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Shellia walked down the hall with a frown and a very brisk pace, her face was set and as she passed the cheetah, Keil, in the hallway, she cut her off before she asked what was wrong, not pausing in her stride. Her business suite was impeccable and her hair was discreetly mussed, shortly cropped to her head, giving her a chic sort of style. She finally got to her destination, a set of double doors and threw them open without pause.
"You!" She pointed at the half naked male horse on the bed under the bright studio lights, and then at the hermaphrodite bunny beside him. "And you! Room 4 now, I have a meeting with that accountant tomorrow and darned if I'm going to visit him horny." The two chuckled and made a show of taking their sweet time before she narrowed her eyes. "Now!"
They blinked and looked at each other, then scrambled out the double doors. The bunny had a smile on hir face as shi tossed back hir answer. "Yes ma'am, you're the boss." Shi winked at the arctic fox.
The "boss" had a better reputation than any yiffer here in her studio. She may be an arctic fox, but she was hornier and hotter (sex AND looks) than any red fox she'd ever employed- even the gay ones. She was widely known for yiffing her employees- only those willing and yiffy enough, of course (which happened to be pretty much everyone anyway). She grinned in anticipation as she followed them into the yiff room and locked the door behind her.
"I may be tired tomorrow, but I'm counting on being sated as well."
The horse smirked as all three got her clothes off. "We sure will try." The horses erection was already growing into its large size and Shellia murred and leaned down to get a mouthful, secretly thinking of it as the collie's cock, a smile on her muzzle.
\~\*\~
"Now your expenses. You seemed to have done better this year gathering up your receipts and your return will be much higher than last year." Chai Deryln paused and glanced up at Shellia Freedman and handed her the paper she'd given him. "But I'd like to know if I read the third expense down correctly."
Shellia had been unusually quiet during their meeting, preferring not to order anything and drinking some coffee. He knew she was tired, it didn't take his perceptiveness to see that, but what did confuse him was that she seemed distracted and refused to look at him. She finally glanced at him and smiled for the first time. She didn't take the paper but she did repeat what she knew the expense said. "Adult Toys."
He saved what he'd had up on his laptop, put the paper and laptop back into his briefcase, and then closed it before answering. "Not that it's any of my business, but how do you justify dildos as a business expense?" He raised an eyebrow and sat back in his chair.
He noticed for the first time the reason she wasn't looking at him. Her blue eyes were hot as small blue coals, but he had to admire her composure for even as her eyes devoured him, her face betrayed nothing. "Its an essential part of my business."
He watched her for a moment, and then ate another piece of his salad before answering. "I take it you've decided to tell me what your business is."
Shellia sipped her coffee and muttered a bit tersely. "You really take the fun out of this." When Chai pretended he hadn't heard that she smirked. "Actually I desperately want to have sex with you and I put that in there hoping you'd satiate my constant needs." She looked up to find him merely smiling at her. He wasn't taking it how she'd expected.
"I've known that since I was hired." His face retained its peaceful smile as her surprise showed before she deliberately tried to hide it.
"H-how the hell did you know that?" She looked at him a bit in fear- as if she feared he could read her mind.
"Well other than me being more perceptive than normal, you told my secretary so the first time you came. I have rather good hearing."
She looked away. "So do you already know what my business is then?"
He shrugged. "I'm patient, I was waiting for you to tell me yourself."
She was uncomfortable with it now. This morning she'd looked forward to it, couldn't wait to get the best of his rock solid composure, now she had no idea how he'd react. He'd gone three years knowing his client had an all out obsession with him, and hadn't given a hint of his knowledge, meanwhile, he'd apparently been reading her like a book. She bristled at that. She'd gone through her entire life being celebrated for her mystery. Her irritation gave her a boost of courage and after her few minutes of thought she looked up and raised her chin, smiling her sensual, natural smile.
"I'm the sole owner, creator and founder of Burning Ice Productions." She did get a low whistle from him, and it made her feel a bit better.
His comment didn't. "Weren't you one of the original yiff artists? Doesn't that make you..." She was too angry to see his eyes twinkling.
"Yes!" She growled a bit. She started to tell him she was much more beautiful than the young novices she taught and much more knowledgeable, when she heard him chuckle.
"Are you going to proposition me yet or should I wait while you defend your honor?" He smiled at her in amusement.
She opened her mouth, then closed it and realized. Why should she be offended when she could be getting yiffed? She smiled. "Now or later?"
"What's better for you?" He smiled back at her.
"Now. Here."
He chuckled. "The restaurant owner wouldn't appreciate that."
"She will if she gets to join me later. Why do you think we met in a private room?" She gestures around. They were in one of the party rooms of the restaurant, and they had been noticeably by themselves since they had gotten there an hour ago, only the waiter and a nice young leopard who had delivered the food had some or gone. Now that Chai thought of it, he hadn't seen either of them for a half hour.
"You were awfully confident that you'd get your way." He slid his salad away and watched her quietly.
Shellia smiled. "Maybe I just like to be prepared for the possibility."
"You didn't need a private room for that." His voice seemed a bit lower, smoother now to the fox's ears.
"I didn't think you'd have the same voyeuristic tendencies that I do. I wanted to be prepared for that possibility." Her index claw tapped on the table as she eyed his body, obviously wanting to get her paws on it.
The collie smiled slowly and took her nervous paw in both of his and started to rub slow, firm circles into her palm, coaxing a murr out of Shellia, as the sensations (and perhaps something more) flowed with a tingling sensation up her arm and spread throughout her body. Soon she was panting lightly and eyeing him with open need, and when he did as little as lean down and touch his tongue to the middle, she gasped, close to orgasm.
"How...?" She panted, a confused, but highly aroused expression on her face. "How are you doing that?" She asked breathlessly, wanting him to let go of her paw and at the same time wanting him to take his attentions elsewhere. She'd never been affected so much by a simple touch before. Simple? This feeling is anything but simple.
"My chi." He smiled affectionately, the smile- Shellia could swear- she could feel radiating into her hand and up her arm. "I'm extending mine into yours, using my energy to..." He didn't finish but instead twitched his arm a bit, and the white fox suddenly orgasmed on the seat.
She pulled her hand away, a bit shaken. "I'm not sure whether I want you to stop or I want more." He leaned back and seemed, for all the high energy she'd...felt from him, to have all the time in the world. She growled pleasurably and slid out of her chair and kneeled next to his lap, wanting his cock in her muzzle. That was something she knew she did very well.
Without hesitation she took of his belt and open his pants, half expecting him to object, but not surprised when he just sat there, watching her with those penetrating eyes. She was more than a bit surprised to find nothing underneath but an erection much harder than it should have been for his attitude. He was only about six to seven inches long, but he was thick and hard as a rock. She licked her muzzle, and missed the hot expression in his eyes as he put his paw on her shoulder to feel her energy, to let it feed his growing need. He let out a small sound as she took him into her mouth, wondering to himself how long it had been, and not being able to remember.
She spent the next few minutes giving him all the sweet torment her tongue, fingers and mouth could give. He sensed more than saw when her hand slid into her pants and started to masturbate. He growled a smile and used his paw to urge her away from him, which she did with an apparent reluctance.
He took her chin in his paw in tilted it up to meet his eyes, and when she saw the heat there she grinned, reveling in it. He pushed her back gently onto the floor and slid her pants down, smiling when he found she too had deigned to go without underwear, and wasn't surprised at all about that fact. He bent and tasted the juices darkening the furr around her folds, closing his eyes to savor the flavor and continuing inside them to tease and taste, his paws on her thighs, taking and sharing sexual energy as he felt her squirm under him helplessly and tasted her cum as she moaned and murred. Despite his patience, he'd been without a sexual partner for a year, and he needed the pussy he was tasting more than he needed to breath.
He wanted to try a few more things. He was getting high off of her need and he wanted to feel more of it, so he pushed up her shirt and let his paws gently knead her breasts, earning more moans from her as she arched into him her nipples pushing into his palms as he lined himself up with her cunt without hesitation and drove into her with a single smooth movement.
Shellia, who long before had closed her eyes before the onslaught of feelings, flung her eyes open to look up into his. In all her years she'd never had an overwhelming feeling of being connected to someone. It was as if they were truly one being, body and soul, and as Chai moved slowly, his paws still kneading her breasts she moved as well, her body moving when his did, as if he were controlling them both.
As the heavenly torture heightened, and her claws dug into the smooth carpet under her and a scream started to build...she remembered.
As her orgasm hit with the force of a train going ninety, time suddenly suspended, and she was suddenly right back to that moment. Her mind, somewhere in the back as known she knew this feeling. She saw the mussed head furr, the black head furr of the fox as he licked at her breasts, plucking at her heart and soul as she did. Even know she felt the rising fear. Not from danger...any real danger. The red stockings of her partner ran along her sides, causing her to pant and whine with urgency, needing him, yet wanting the torture to continue. He looked up with his loving half grin and kissed her, exalting in their lovemaking, his expression full of the passion he felt for her, the love.
She seemed to watch herself and she wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't. That moment, that love had scared her, and she watched herself as she rejected the only man who had ever truly cared for her. She watched the fever of his passion fade slowly from his face as Shellia moved away, told him she didn't want to see him anymore...and the worst lie of them all. That she had never loved him. She hadn't seen them then, she hadn't had the courage to look at his face as he left, but his eyes didn't hold hate, they held such a deep sadness, and she realized as she watched herself again. He knew how I was and he still loved me, he knew why I told him to leave, and he loved me so much he let me do it. How could he have loved someone...like me?
She started fading back to the present, and needed to see his face again, needed to see his dark blue eyes shine at her again. She needed to feel connected again. She needed to know what he saw in her that he had loved so much.
Chai was slipping out of her as she came back fully; bits of his long furr here and there damp and stick together. He smiled over at her with the same smile as before, but Shellia was distracted this time. He nodded and politely handed her a few napkins to clean up with and readjusted his clothes, sitting down and watching her once more with eyes that saw too much. Shellia looked up at him finally after she had straightened herself to look presentable once more.
She didn't say a word, but her eyes asked, or maybe they were still connected somehow. Did you do that?
He never said a word, didn't nod, but his eyes were warm with a smile that grew on his muzzle.
"When will out next meeting be madam?" It wasn't a simple question, it was full of sexual innuendo, something Shellia was used to, and would normally have responded to.
"I'll get back to you when I want to know more about my taxes." She didn't say it to be cold; she simply didn't want a misunderstanding.
She really looked at his eyes and saw that he was disappointed and happy for her at the same time. Her doubts about him being responsible for her flashback were laid to rest as she walked out the door and he murmured. "Good luck."
She paused in the doorway and smiled. "Thank you."
\~\*\~
Later that day, back at the office...
"I don't think Shellia will be having such a direct hand in her business any longer." Chai said as he set down his briefcase, a smile on his muzzle.
His secretary, a slender, shapely bear named Heather looked up at him with a smile in her lilac eyes. "She finally found what she was looking for?"
He looked at her with his dark eyes and nodded, not really seeing her. "She finally saw what it was she really wanted." He took off his suit coat, not noticing the swallow Heather made, trying to keep down the need at the sight of his muscles under the shirt. She'd seen him doing a few movements in Tai Chi one day, his shirt off, before he saw her and paused, asking her what she had needed. The way his muscles moved had entranced her, and ever since she'd first been employed with him, she'd curiously looked into his way of life. She found she had a gift for moving and projecting her chi, one that she had used these years to cultivate. She had tried using it during sex, but found if she didn't truly care for her partner, it was hard to keep up.
She'd spent countless hours pretending her partner was him. He was the only Furr she wanted, no, needed, and here he was ignoring as usual. She could smell the scent of sex on him and it didn't put her off like it should have, the jealousy didn't cultivate, as it should. She had the overwhelming urge to go after what she wanted finally.
The collie had been thinking to himself and as he started to go into his office, she stopped him with a paw on his arm.
"Chai, I have something I've been meaning to do for some time now." He turned, his face curious, clueless as he looked at her.
"What is that?"
She didn't answer but swiftly put her paw behind his head and kissed him for all she was worth, which was quite a bit. She brushed her chi into his, conveyed the love she felt in that single kiss and when she let him go and stood back, he looked dazed, shocked. It took him some time to look down at her, and when he did, he truly saw her for the first time. Oh he never ignored her; he'd never do that. He just simply had never bothered to look past her, to look into her like he did to most people he met. He had to look away after a few moments of looking into her eyes, and put a paw on her desk to steady himself.
He was right, she had been projecting herself to him, he'd felt for the first time what it must be like for anyone who'd ever been with him, it was indescribable coupled with what she had been projecting to him. He'd never felt feelings like that before. Even Shellia's pure lust didn't match up to this. This was more patient, gentler, yet much more passionate and needy.
He looked up at her, lost; not knowing how could've missed this. How he could have looked over her without seeing it shining her eyes when she looked at him. He tried to speak, knowing that this needed a response. "I...How did you..."
She smiled and kissed him, a small calming kiss this time, her eyes warm, inviting, he felt the overwhelming urge to wrap himself up in them. "I love you." She answered simply. "And I need you so much I'm not sure how much longer I can wait for you to finally notice."
He finally lifted his paw, cupping her cheek and brushing her soft cheek furr with his thumb. He indeed felt the need underneath, and although he'd just came an hour earlier, he felt himself growing hard in response. He let go, needing some calm to say what he needed to say before giving in.
"How long have you...?" He trailed off, not being able to say the words.
"How long have I loved you?" She wanted to reach out and stroke the long furr beside his face, but she knew he needed the space, had felt him respond to her need. "Ever since I first saw you. I needed to know you more, so I got the job here. Take me, please." She added softly.
He was on the edge, his restraint tested beyond its capabilities, and he shook slightly as he tried to resist. Moments later, it snapped, and he pulled her to him hard with one movement, their bodies as close as possible with their clothes in the way, and kissed her. He let it become deep and thick and passionate, and found her paws in his long head furr as he let his hands roam, feeling their chi collide and mingle, push and pull and share. Somewhere he loved her, as if his chi had known along before he had decided to acknowledge it. It should have brought him up short, as he had spent his life being connected to it, yet he felt more at peace with what was happening, as if now he had the right approval to go forward.
His paws seemed to be everywhere at once as they went under her clothes and took them off, stroking and kneading, as she did the same, stroking her paws along the muscles that were just as delicious as they looked, all while she reveled in what she felt. She'd wanted long ago to dive into those intense eyes, and it felt as if she had done just that. He was surrounding her at the same time she surrounded him. And when they finally became on, Heather's shapely rear pressed down on the top of the desk, with Chai's paws under it, kneading and probing as he thrust into her, it was otherworldly. Magnificent in a sense only lovers can understand, life changing in a way that only the two people can ever understand.
If that wasn't enough to bring on their orgasm, their chi started to meld with the heat of their need as the moved faster, each movement smooth and meaningful, each part that touched was felt with every fiber of their being and as they came, they reached a place neither had been to before, and floated there in a sense of wholeness and completion no amount of meditation can achieve.
As they came back to earth, Chai lay on top of her, panting roughly against her throat, her own panting ruffling his long head furr as they cuddled close, not wanting to let go.
When they finally looked at each other they didn't need to say it aloud, it was clear in their eyes, but they did anyway, simultaneously. "I love you."
They both chuckled, still feeling connected, even when Chai shrunk back into his sheath and out of her warm opening, even after they parted reluctantly, they still felt each other.
"Who would have thought" She paused to cup his muzzle, smiling when he nuzzled her paw "that someone who'd as perceptive as you are, could have overlooked something like this."
He kissed her paw and then her muzzle. "I never claimed to be enlightened." He grinned. "Although I feel damn close to it now."
"That's alright." She slipped her body closer. "You can make it up to me later."
He grinned widely, lust in his eyes and in his touch. "Why not now?"
Needless to say...no further work got done that day.
....and they lived happily ever after. \*giggles\* someone had to say it =P
Happy Yiffing to all!! \>^.^\< |
Rogue's Redemption Ch. 2 (part 3) by KarusDaedlyn | #4 of Rogue's Redemption - "I...I'm sorry Karus, I didn't mean to..." "No biggie," he waved off in a higher pitch than normal, "But mind if we kinda...walk quietly for awhile? This place is stirrin' up more bad memories that I figured." Karus was being completely honest, he thought that the 'sleep | [
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"No biggie," he waved off in a higher pitch than normal, "But mind if we kinda...walk quietly for awhile? This place is stirrin' up more bad memories that I figured." Karus was being completely honest, he thought that the 'sleep aids' he had used in the past, and was planning to acquire soon, helped squash these memories. It was clear now that it was not such a bad decision to signal his dealer before.
While Karus and Percival were deep in morbid thought, Ts'Sai was amazed at the sights around her. So many Anthromorphs, of all species, sizes, and colors. Some had the typical fur and scales that one would expect, and others had all sorts of strange and unique colors. Bright neon green, vibrant purple hues, royal blue and many more. And they were doing so many different things! An orange-furred otter with dozens of piercings was performing just off the main strip of the passageway, playing a very upbeat composition on the most outlandish instrument she had ever seen, with several holographic keyboards surrounding him. An occasional passer-by would drop a few credits in a funny-looking hat.
Vendors of all types were pushing their wares in mini-outlets along the bulkheads. An extravagantly dressed rat stood on a small stool, attempting to draw attention to his 'Arachnid-woven' clothing selection. A plump, matronly bear was gesturing enthusiastically towards her hand-made trinkets and good luck charms. Several patrons were gathered around a rather astute-looking cat selling various electronic devices.
And then...a nearly mystical force overpowered Ts'Sai. The most heavenly smell that she had ever experienced gripped her little nostrils with clear intent. They were passing by several food vendors...but this one particular scent...it quite literally sent a shiver down her spine. She knew to stick with the group...but she \_had\_to know what this otherworldly perfection was.
Percival nearly missed it, being deep in his thoughts about Karus. He knew being here must be hard on him...he just hoped that this environment would not encourage him to slip into his old habits. The raccoon never noticed Ts'Sai leave his side, and it was a stroke of luck that the vendor she was straying to was an extremely loud hyena that was excited to see a customer.
"Greetings there, little one! What've I got here, that might interest you? I got grinders, hoagies, mea-"
"Those!" she said, standing on her tippy toes to see over the counter, pressing her paw against the glass, towards a large pan of simmering links of meat, finally finding the source of the miraculous smell.
Looking up, hearing the exchange, Percival experienced a shock at the unexpected separation. "Karus!" he shouted, breaking the wolf's bleak thoughts. The wolf turned to see him pointing a finger at the vendor and their sidetracked companion.
The sales pitch of the hyena ended as soon as he heard Karus's name shouted. He looked upwards to see the wolf and raccoon approaching hastily.
"Oh! Ah, I didn't know she was with you! Seriously, take all the hot dogs ya want!" The cook cried, seeming to shrink behind the counter.
"For fu...I mean, crap! Look, bud, have you \_ever\_heard about me stooping so low as to rob a street vendor?" Karus asked in an irate tone. He looked to the bouncing kitten, trying her best to press her face into the glass. "Heh, guess it has been awhile since you've had anything but lousy synth replicated food, hasn't it buddy?"
Ts'Sai pried her face from the glass and put on a little display to get her way. "So...hungry," she said, grasping her little tummy with one paw and leaning on Karus's knee with the other, from 'fatigue.' "Can't...go...on..."
"Alright, kiddo, no need to over do it...although you've been learning quick from how I beg Percival for my share of credits," he said with a grin, reaching into his vest pockets for some of his credit chits. The hyena ducked slightly as Karus withdrew his paw.
"Look, champ, keep actin' like that and I won't tip you," Karus told him, picking out a chit with eighty-two credits on it, enough to buy most of his display of foodstuff. He tossed it over to the vendor, and said, "Give her a couple, keep the change. I don't do the sorta thing you're thinking about anymore."
He watched as the vendor straightened up, and how his eyes widened upon examining the chit. Immediately he began fixing up two hot dogs for the 'starving' Ts'Sai. Percival was shaking his head, both from Ts'Sai wandering off, and the response of the hyena to Karus's prescence.
Karus took time to appreciate Ts'Sai, who was still fixated utterly on the 'quality' food she was about to receive. Out of everyone, Percival who was wise enough to determine what kind of past he had, and every creature on this station, who had either experience with him or had heard it through the rumor-mill...Ts'Sai was the only one who could still view him without all of that baggage.
The now-happy hyena handed a small paper plate, heavily weighed by fully loaded hot dogs, to Ts'Sai. The kitten could barely maintain herself. Without warning, she immediately took one and practically engulfed half of it in a single bite.
"Sorry, uh, sir," the hyena attempted to explain, "I-uh...just..."
"No worries. Just uh...don't tell your pals 'round here that I got a generous streak. I can't possibly afford all of ya. You just won the jackpot 'cause my co-pilot here picked your spot out," Karus said, waving off any form of apology.
"Goodness, dear! Please, at least try to chew!" Percival interjected, as Ts'Sai rapidly stuffed the remainder of the first hot dog into her already stuffed cheeks.
"Bmmph imph oooo gfffg," was her reply, as mustard coated the fur around her mouth.
Karus gave an informal salute to the chuckling hyena, and started to lead the group once again to Chudnov's weapons bay. Percival took the plate with the remaining hot dog from Ts'Sai, despite her gargled protest, just to avoid having the ravenous kitten choke herself. Ahead of the group, Karus pressed another credit chit to a vending machine to electronically take the funds, and popped a button with his fist to drop out a small beverage.
Walking backwards, he looked at his feline friend struggling to swallow the enormous bites she had taken. "Here ya go, bud," he said, tossing her the bottle with an open smile, "Remember: \_savor\_the taste, don't just inhale the thing."
Ts'Sai examined the bottle curiously, and twisted off the cap quickly. She put it to her lips, and nearly fainted at the wondrous sweet, bubbly, and fruity flavor that trickled over her taste buds. Finally swallowing the wad of hot dog in her mouth, she could finally speak intelligibly. "Aww...Karus, it's strawberry! You remembered!"
"Steel-trap mind, kiddo," Karus laughed, pointing to his head, "Now...if only I could remember where this place is..."
"Wait, you've been leading the party and don't remember where we are going!?" Percival asked with frustration. "Why didn't you just ask for directions when we were speaking to Beatrice?"
"All the passageways look the same here," Karus said in his defense, standing in a four-way intersection, "And I didn't wanna bug her with something as easy as directions. Just hold on for a moment, both of ya. You'll enjoy this. Lemme hold that for a moment, Ts'Sai."
Karus took the bottle and Ts'Sai frowned in response. They all stood together in the intersection, waiting, Ts'Sai impatiently wanting to be given the rest of her meal, and Percival standing tapping his booted footpaw against the floor wondering what was going on.
"Well, Karus? Why are we just standing here?"
"It's 1728 right now," Karus said using militarized time, "Less'n two minutes to go, assuming he hasn't changed his schedule. Sometimes they gotta move his little storage space anyways, when he gets a bit over-eager."
Ts'Sai continuously poked Percival, who was about to relent and surrender the remaining foodstuff to her. Their companion shook his head, saying, "I don't think y'all are gonna want anything in your paws..."
The two confused shipmates shared a confused glance, and sighed heavily. Percival was about to complain to Karus, but at that moment, he noticed several other Anthros in the passageways checking the time on various devices. Many began halting their conversations for a moment, holding their paws and claws up, and then plugging their ears.
At that moment, a thunderous \\ *\*\*BOOOOOOOM\**\* echoed from the passageway to their right, shocking both Percival and Ts'Sai, along with a few other travelers who were unfamiliar with the procedures of the station. They both jumped several inches into the air, Ts'Sai practically bounded into Percival's arms, and their fur frizzed straight out.
Karus doubled over with laughter at his two friends, barely able to hand the drink back to Ts'Sai. "A-hahaha! You shoulda seen the look on your faces!" he chortled, their eyes still wide with bewilderment, "1730 is weapons testing time, for security forces here, haha! Chudnov always takes a random explosive from one of the storage units and tests it. Oh...geez guys...that look was priceless."
Percival set the kitten down, and handed her the food. "Karus...please...I think we've dealt with enough surprises for today," he said in a tired manner, grasping the hover-tractor weakly.
"Well, hah, I factored that into our landing time here, boss. So here's a good surprise," he said, leading the way towards the explosion, "Chudnov's \_always\_in a great mood right after he blows something up. Will prolly give us a pretty decent price for this ordinance..."
He led the way into the cavernous outing in the passageway, a much larger entrance than any other outlet or merchant was permitted. The compartment was dimly let, and racks upon racks of all sorts of weapons lined them, protected by light blue ray beams. Launchers, blaster assault rifles, 'old school' ballistic rifles...nearly every type of lethal weaponry one could imagine was displayed.
The arrangement of the room made sense to Percival, considering that Karus mentioned Chudnov was a dragon. Placement of the racks was far too wide for convenience of smaller species, and they were exceptionally tall, as well. Luckily, for him, the wide placement of the storage racks made for easy maneuvering of the hover-tractor.
Ts'Sai was not feeling as lucky. The eerie lighting, the giant weaponry, and dangerous glow of ray beams only served to heighten her apprehension. As an even younger kitten, out of her limited amount of memories, she recalled bedtime tales of dragons gobbling up naughty youths. Certainly, those could never be true...but...this lair of a compartment definitely stirred up the images her parents had woven with stories.
Karus walked up a small set of stairs to an enormous force-fielded counter. Within the display were sidearms and bladed weaponry of all types, complete with miniature holo-displays to showcase the weapons in action against dummy targets. The various screens showed some of Beatrice's security forces firing each weapon with precision, or devastating dummies with exotic blades, ranging from rare alloys sharpened to the molecule, or even rarer 'displacer' blades, that were formed of a directed singularity, that literally warped the atoms of the hapless target apart.
The wolf learned against against the counter, a slight crackle sounding as the force-field of the counter worked to repel him. Ts'Sai began to shrink behind Percival as he waited for the transaction. Karus banged on a buzzer to summon the arms dealer about a dozen times before shouting out, "Get your scaly-butt out here, Chudnov! Ya've got company! Where's the manager, I wanna file a customer service complaint!"
"Yah, yah, I ees koming," a thunderous voice boomed from deep in the smoky recesses of the room, "Keep trousers on yourself."
The kitten's slight discomfort before rose to full-blown fear at the sound of the dragon's voice. She gripped Percival's leg tightly with one arm, her soda pulled snugly into her chest. "Oh, fine, here is your other hot dog. Just try to eat like a proper lady this time!" Percival said, misreading her reasoning.
The floor shook with a loud \\ *\*\*thump*\* \* as Chudnov began moving from the testing zone in the back. Ts'Sai shook her head vigorously and with her drink shuddering in her paw, gestured towards the darkness.
"Oh, that. There's no reason to be afraid, little one. He's just a dragon. They're typically very large as adults, true...but no more inclined to viciousness than you or I. In this setting...I'm assuming he's a bit more like Karus, however. Nothing to worry about. Here, take your hot dog, and settle down."
She nervously took the food, although she had to admit to herself the comforting taste helped mask the fear. That part was essential, as a giant form began to manifest in the shadows, towering above everything.
"Ha-ha-ha!" The tremendously powerful voice roared in something of a mechanical fashion, "Draconian-made Nova Mk. VIII rockeets. Make probleems eento no such beeg probleems anymore. Now, now...who leetle ones pestereeng poor old Chudnov?"
The gargantuan form emerged, still very dark, as his scales were as black as the space beyond the edge of the galaxy. A slight red trim followed the bones of his wings, and around his belly scales. There was something of a regal look to his head, as a series of horns appeared to form a half-crown of sorts, with two larger horns extending outwards near his ear holes. He was forced to turn to see the crew of the *Marco*, as his right eye was presumably missing, covered by a steel plate. His left eye, however, was a bright gold hue, which hid a bit as his pupil expanded at the sight of them.
"Karus! You leetle trobul-makeer! Kom heer frieend!" The enormous dragon cried, his toothy maw opening in a warm smile, smoke from his weapons test still streaming from him.
Chudov tromped towards them, the floor shaking with each gravity-laden step. Ts'Sai was still nervous about the enormous creature, but could not help but grin, seeing such a massive being acting so giddy at seeing an old friend. The dragon towered over the group behind the counter, his wings folded inwards to avoid knocking into anything, and his arms outstretched wide before Karus.
"Ah, shit," Karus muttered under his breath to his companions, before being scooped up by the enthusiastic dragon. He was brought in tightly against the dragon's chest, squeezed roughly, but relatively gentle for a dragon. Percival and Ts'Sai could actually hear Karus's vertebrae popping under the intense pressure of the bear hug.
"Ooohh, I have meesed you so! Always keeping station on toes, yes?" The dragon celebrated with his limp plaything, "Teel me what you have beeen up to, old frieend!"
The wolf struggled to find the air to respond. "Before...this hug...I...was...breathing."
Chudnov laughed heartily, bouncing the helpless pilot about with his chest. "Oh-ho ho! You eez always a jokesteer, Karus!" he said before gently setting him back down with his crewmembers. "And who are these other fuzzies you breeng?"
Karus had to reorient for a moment, getting oxygen back to his head. "Well, this is Percival, my new boss," he said, pointing to his captain, who tipped his hat with his cane in a small salute.
"Ah! You eez lucky, rakoon, many powers would lov to have Karus as theer pilot. He gets job done, no matter how many holes in kraft! Eet is eentertaining, much so, to see how many shoot at heem during a job, ha-ha!"
"Ah, yes," Percival responded, looking unsuccessfully at Karus for guidance on how to continue, who merely shrugged, "I am very pleased with his performance, he's kept us safe through several close scrapes."
"And who eez the leetlest one weeth you?" Chudnov asked, seeing Ts'Sai peek over the hover-tractor, now more curious than afraid, seeing the dragon react so warmly.
"Heh, this is my co-pilot, Ts'Sai!" Karus said with a smile, reaching back to scratch her ear, "She's keepin' me on the straight-'n-narrow now."
"Awww," the dragon sighed with a bit of disappointment, "So rumoors are true, that Karus no longer plays Game with scoundreels and rogues?"
"'Fraid not, champ. Travelin' around with a legit trader raccoon, and pretty little princess beats the heck outta backstabbin' and thievery any day."
"Oh weel old frieend, I ees glad that you are glad. Although, I alreeady mees your hijeenks here. You play Game well, veery entertaineeng to see who was afteer you next."
The dragon lowered his head to look at the curious kitten, and extended a single claw as a greeting. She grasped it, still larger than her whole paw, and shook as well as she could. "Pleeased to meet you, leetle one. You are veery specieeal, to konveence this wolf to leave Game. Not eeven the Hunter's Gueeld manageed to stop heem."
Ts'Sai managed a cautious smile, still not entirely over her intimidation regarding the large creature.
"Ah, I'm afraid our young companion is still a bit tongue-tied, you are the first dragon she has the honor of meeting, in person," Percival said on her behalf.
Chudnov chuckled, "Ah! That eexplains eet! Weel, my leetle lady, I hope you ees impressed by sight. Do not belieeve rumors, we dragons are only skarey to enemies, and you teeny keeten, are a frieend."
She cutely covered her smile and blushed, offering a little bow in response.
"Well, now that greetings are out of the way," Karus said, noticing the time on his visor and not wanting to miss the appointment with his dealer, "Let's talk 'bout business. Found these little toys out 'n not being used...figured you might like 'em here, and offer a fair price for 'em."
"Hmm, let Chudnov take look-see," the dragon said, picking up one of the smaller missiles with ease, "Ballista mark three, manufactured on Q'uerrat weeapons faktory by leetle mice. Eemage-rekogneetion targeteeng. Very good find!"
Ts'Sai could not help but chuckle at hearing Chudnov's think accent, while Percival was impressed at the dragon's encyclopedic knowledge of weapons. Chudnov gently laid the missile on the counter, and peered over again to take a closer look at the much larger torpedoes.
"Goodnees! Thees ees great find! Not the beegest boomers made by my kind, but veery efektiv. Mini ray shieeld on the teep allows peneetration of enemy shieeld, beelow that, mangneesium spike punch through hull, and-"
"Yes, we're very proud of our find, Chudnov," Karus said, attempting to finish this little necessary detour, "But, unfortunately, we're on a time crunch. Boss here has 'ta pick us up our next job, and we can't settle too long...we \_might\_have people looking for us."
"Leet me guess, wolf-pilot...grave robbing? Theese weapons not made for many yeears."
"Precisely," Percival answered for him, "Unfortunately, legitimate work is hard to come by, and desperate times...Well, we certainly don't intend to take such a risk again."
"Weel, weel...seex beeg boomers, full rack of meesiles...Karus ees frieend, and frieend's boss down on luck...leet me think," Chudnov said, pretending to act as if he were calculating, however, he could not help but show his grin, "Do you feegure seexty-thousand kover kost?"
Percival's eyes opened wide, and his jaw dropped wide. "\_Sixty?\_I mean," he said, trying to compose himself again, "That would be...more than adequate, my kind sir."
"Ha-ha...I ees betting Karus knew to show up afteer I weapon test. Een good mood always after eexplosions. But, to be fair, eet is not so much more than markeet price for such theengs. Creeminals from Terran space are geeting bolder. Theese may kome in handy to poke few holes een them."
"I must thank you, for your generosity, of course," Percival said, extending his digital pad to complete the transaction. Chudnov waved over the back wall with his tail, and a dragon-sized holographic pad appeared for him to type in the amount. "No proobleemo, as Karus say," Chudnov answered, as he typed in the amount, and with a wave of his hand sent it to be confirmed on Percival's pad.
"Leave traktor, I seend eet back by deelivery runner soon, so you go geet job. Karus, eet has been pleasure seeing you again!" Chudnov said happily, flicking his tail about to drag the hover-tractor on the other side of the counter.
"Same here, bud. Thanks for the deal, too. I know if anyone'll put those things to good use against pirate bastards, it'll be you."
Ts'Sai waved enthusiastically goodbye, and Percival gave a slight tap on his cap with his cane, to salute goodbye. As they headed out of the weapons bay, Percival took out his holo-display again to bring up the contact information of the job contact. "I suppose this is the next stop, then?"
"For you, maybe. I need to find out if we're going to be followed, or if anyone's tracking us right now," Karus said, hatching his plan to break from the group in order to meet the dealer, who would be at the prearranged meeting point in about twenty minutes.
"What? I thought Beatrice said that no..."
"No\_experienced\_hunters, boss. Small fries might be willing to take up that kinda bounty, just outta the amount of Game cred it would give them. If I'm able to head 'em off...or just figure out who they might be, we can prolly avoid having to shoot anyone," he said, giving a somewhat legitimate-sounding excuse for why the party should be split.
Percival, however, still suspected something. "Karus...I \_know\_how much you hate this being brought up, but...do you \_really\_think you should be going off on your own? I'm not trying to imply that you might be-"
"No, that's exactly what you're implying," the wolf responded defensively, "You think I'm gonna try score some hypos or something! Cool, I \_won't\_look out for us then."
Percival sighed, drooping his shoulders. "I'm sorry, you just have to understand it from my perspective, Kar. It seems every time you've broken off, you've...well, done that. I understand your commitment to Ts'Sai now, but...you haven't faced a temptation like being in this sort of environment since she's joined us..."
Karus gritted his fangs, hating himself intensely at the moment for lying so much to someone who was looking out for him. *He just doesn't understand the necessity. Can't fly without sleep, and it's no good being a whiny bitch who can't deal with yourself*, Karus's inner thoughts told him. *It's easier to make this up. Protects them from knowing anything, and you get what you need.*"I understand, boss. It's not easy for me to be here, honestly, but, I still wanna keep you two outta trouble. There could be a hunter or two, and if I can flush 'em out and drive 'em off, I know where to go. If we both go do our thing, you get us that legit job, I go make sure trail's clear, it saves time and limits our exposure on this station."
The raccoon could not doubt the truth of that statement, although, he still doubted Karus's intentions. He \_wanted\_to believe the wolf, and it was true, he kept himself much more restrained and calmed down since the introduction of Ts'Sai to their crew. Perhaps it could work...besides, he did not want to have a complete confrontation now. So far, this trip had been profitable...perhaps he could trust him...
Karus saw Percival struggling with the decision, and knew it was time to maintain the press of justifications to him in order to guarantee the 'win.' "Keep the money with you, boss. If I was gonna try to score junk here, I'd have asked for my cut already. Junk ain't cheap when it's high in demand 'round here," he said, knowing the Percival had no idea what the cost of drugs would be.
"Well...I suppose it is best for us to ensure that we are clear before departing. I certainly would not want to begin a new contract with an engagement right off the bat. The question remains, what do we do with our little one?"
Ts'Sai let out a miniature burp, after finishing the rest of her fruity soda. "Can't I just go with you one of you guys?"
"Ah," Karus said, feeling a deeper pang of guilt, and stressing himself even more to maintain the act. Truly, if he did not *need\_this fix, he would love to take her to see the hydroponics domes, or to the more age-appropriate shows aboard the station...but if he did not make this pick up, it may be weeks without a 'sleep aid.' "It's prolly not the best idea for me to be taking you with me, kiddo, 'specially if I'm looking for trouble...to \_avoid it*," he said in an aside to Percival.
"I, too, worry about bringing you with me, Ts'Sai. If the contact worries about us bringing such a youth with us...we may not be awarded the contract. It may be best for you to wait on the ship, under wa-"
"Oh,\_heck\_no!" Ts'Sai protested, "I've been cooped up on that ship for months now! I gotta stretch my legs." She dropped to the deck, and flex-stretched her back in a high arch on all fours. Karus spotted a frog staring a bit too hard in the crowd...he caught the frog's attention with a wave, and slowly drew his thumb across his throat with a viscous scowl.
"Don't do that too much, buddy," he said after threatening the leering amphibian, "Look...I know it sucks...but this really isn't a very good spot for sight-seeing. Hopefully our job'll take us to a real planet, alright?"
Ts'Sai collapsed in the middle of her stretch, falling to the floor in defeat. She knew it would be pointless to debate with the two, and was resigning herself to more boring time on the *Marco*. "Alright...I'll stay...But you owe me \_so\_many of those...hot dogs! Yeah, I'll stay put for food, but you better not forget!"
"Heh, sounds good. You got that, boss? I mean, you're the man with the pay stubs and all?" The wolf said with a smile, for their benefit.
"I can handle that, good sir. Well, I suppose we must be off, I am contacting this robin to meet with us, I can find his temporary office easily enough, it isn't far from the docking bay."
"Well, we got our plan, let's get to it!" Karus said, still worried about the time ticking down to his appointment, "If ya need me, give me a holler, either of ya!"
The pilot carefully controlled his departure, to not give the appearance that he was in a particular rush. He guided easily through the crowds of Anthomorphs moving to and fro. Once he was certain that his crew was out of line-of-sight, he stepped up his pace considerably, and his face contorted in anger.
He hated lying to them. He hated missing out on the opportunities to spend quality time with Ts'Sai, or just have innocent fun with Percival. Most of all, he hated himself, for his weakness, and inability to come to terms with events many years past...
\_This'll be the last time. I'm changing.\_He said in his own mind, trying to convince himself, and oblivious to the masses, and not paying them much attention. Karus was walking the route without even bothering to look, too entranced in his own inner battles with the transaction that was about to take place. If he had been aware, as he used to practice in this setting, he may have noticed the eyes following him from a dark corner of the passageway, sending out a message to cohorts....
\* \* \*
Percival had dropped off Ts'Sai on the ship, while Beatrice's workers were busy making minor refits, such as replacing the shield gasses with the Xenon that the raccoon acquired through spacewalking, and swapping out circuits worn or fried, from the harsh maneuvering of Karus, or speeding so close to the coronas of two stars.
The workers were boring, however. They just wanted to finish their jobs, and go back to a smoke break or get off of their shift. Ts'Sai attempted to start conversations with each of them, almost immediately after Percival told her not to and left. Responses varied, but the end result was the same. A reddish-skinned horse adjusting interior shock absorbers merely answered 'yup,' to anything Ts'Sai said, not even listening to the dialogue. She was finally able to realize this by asking, "You are just a gigantic turdmuffin, aren't you?" As she expected, "Yup," was his response, without even looking away from his work.
A much nastier rat told her to go play in the turbines as they ran engine tests. The large brown bear sitting on the wings welding in replacement heat plates was much kinder, offering to to set up a mini random light beam for her to chase...but she was not \_that\_young. After the lead technician, a chubby, middle-aged beagle with an extremely bushy mustache, (that was incredibly distracting to Ts'Sai,) told her to leave his team alone, she decided to hatch a plan. But not before poking at that caterpillar-like object on the technician's face, much to his annoyance.
Ts'Sai re-enacted 'sneaking' as she had seen done in holo-vids and 'toons, with overly exaggerated steps on her tiptoes, pausing every so often to do a dramatic few 180's, to check if she was being spotted or not. She snapped to the edge of a bulkhead, sliding along the surface to a supply closest just outside the mess that she knew would contain an extra datapad. The red horse was laying on a small anti-grav lift to easily reach the the shock-absorbing modules along the roof of the passageway. With her hazel eyes locked, unblinking on her potential adversary, she stuck her right footpaw out carefully...and tapped the door release with a tiny toe. Immediately snapping back down, she almost started to hum, and pretend to be doing nothing...but the work-oriented horse did not even look up from the hydraulic-hissing door opening. *These guys are really taking the fun outta being all sneaky-sneaky,* Ts'Sai thought to herself.
Dropping the little game she had been playing, she sighed and sagged her soft shoulders, wishing these guys would at least play along. She took up a data pad, and typed a few commands Karus had taught her. Most importantly, that the portable pads and consoles linked with the\_Marco\_were able to lock onto the digital signature of his visor. Taking that information and plugging it into navigation...she now had a digital map of how to follow him.
She did not want to cause trouble...but, she certainly did not wait this long to land and then spend more time aboard the craft. Besides, she was not planning on going up and greeting Karus exactly...but seeing him do his thing from a distance would certainly be more interesting than cooped up here.
Casually striding out of the cargo bay, Ts'Sai held the datapad in front of her with her tiny paws. Apparently Karus had arrived at his destination, a large multi-roomed compartment with a 'BAR' symbol over it, named 'Bruster's.' The kitten too, looking straight ahead with the map, never noticed the figure watching her movements, reporting every step to their ill-intentioned allies.
The dark, trench-coated figure stepped out of the shadowy alley once the kitten had passed. They thanked their luck, for having both Karus and the little one in the same place made things so much easier. Now, all they would have to do themselves is intercept the raccoon on his way back from whatever meeting he hurried to. Lighting a cigarette, the figure leaned against the bulkhead and waited for the quarry to appear...
\* \* \*
Karus stood outside the gaudily-lit entrance to Bruster's Tavern. An ancient neon-lamp lit up with the name of the bar, supposedly for the 'character' it added to the place. Several other signs flashed as well, several saying 'Girls, girls!' and accompanied with massively-breasted, scantily-clad female Anthromorphs. Being an equal-opportunity tavern owner, Bruster had also displayed signs along side the entryway saying, 'Get your boi toys here!' along with several youthful male images, highlighting their obvious assets.
The scent of liqueurs, smoke, and sex overpowered the air. Outside of the doorway, individuals and groups were coming and going, some as couples apparently not waiting to return to their berthing to begin their love-making, others getting noisily sick from their gluttonous debauchery. Karus flexed his arms a bit, and cracked his knuckles, in case his trigger-finger was required. His gritted his teeth, despising himself for coming back to this element, but hoping it could be over with quickly. With deliberate stretch, he popped his neck, and looked up again after transforming into the Karus he was in the heyday of his time playing the Game.
Striding confidently, he pushed his way past individuals waiting in a line for entry. A gecko-couple stopped their heavy-tongued make-out session, and one shouted, "Hey, back of the line, asshole!" Karus abruptly turned, his chest up in a threatening manner, and his dark eyes flaring as if they could fire a blaster. The intimidated lizard awkwardly turned back to his girlfriend, attempting to shrink away from his complaint. Glaring for a few moments more, to let the implied threat sink into the surrounding crowd, the renegade wolf resumed his approach.
He stopped at the bouncer's podium, behind it a very buff hippopotamus, with biceps as large as Karus's head. "Weapons check in here," the burly hippo said, paying more attention to his holographic display of guests.
The wolf merely crossed his arms, and raised his un-visored eyebrow incredulously. "Gonna take 'em, big guy? I'm a preferred customer, and don't have time to fuck with this."
The bouncer looked up, and after a brief look of surprise, grinned, waving the hound on inside. "Sorry, mate. Didn't recognize ya without shooting at someone. Just, try not to do that this time. We've gone about four days without a murder."
"No promises," Karus responded, side-stepping the security scanner and heading through the door that hissed open before him.
Familiar sights and sounds greeted Karus upon entry of the main compartment. Hundreds of Anthros, committing every type of sin imaginable. On the dancing floor, grinding genitals created a stench of sweat and lust. There were several stages, with exhibitionists of every species imaginable tantalizing a desire-driven crowd. Alcohol was being poured down maws, muzzles, and gullets, and drugs of all kinds were being swallowed, shot through hypos, or inhaled. A typical bar fight between a rhino dockworker and an off-duty security lion was weaving its way through the crowd, with many spectators cheering and jeering.
It was not difficult for Karus to maintain the scowl on his face. He despised this culture, with no regard for anything else but immediate gratification, abuse of others, and such a throwaway attitude for life. Most of all, he hated himself for being associated with them.*That's why you're here, idiot. You want to forget. Go, get the stuff*, his addicted mind told him.
*First things first*, he argued back in his head. *Security. We MIGHT have a hunter, there's no way to know. Might as well take proper precautions, even if that was just the scheme to get here.*
The hound did a quick survey of the scene, and noticed several of the drinking girls and boys also scoping the crowd for those needing services, or those drunk enough to get easy credits from. Being so experienced at watching the crowd, these seemingly non-entities in the background of these tavern settings were the best way to hire someone to watch your back.
Casually leaning against a railing above the dance floor, Karus raised a paw requesting service, and held it there in a bored fashion, as if he had been doing so for much longer and was annoyed that he had not been noticed. The drink-delivery group looked amongst one another, and an especially busty white mouse girl claimed the customer. She wove her way through the lively crowd, stepping deliberately to highlight her shapely hips and hindquarters. Several customers made some gropes and slaps as she passed, and she playfully chided them, telling them to buy more if they wanted to get friskier.
Approaching the waiting wolf, she bounced intentionally to make her bust jiggle in front of him, and leaned a bit too far into him to rub them against his chest. "What'chya wantin', hot stuff?" she said, acting the role of a bimbo as much as possible, even biting her lip with her mousey teeth. "I'd \_love\_to get it for you," she said, gently stroking Karus's resting arm.
"Heh, well, there, little mousey, can't fault ya for trying," he replied, softly scratching her inner ear, "But gotta say, you're not my type. In \_that\_sense. But how'd ya like to make some money \_without\_doing that shit, and getting to hit me on top of it?"
She confusedly kept up the flirtatious charade, not quite sure of what he meant. "What are you getting at, stranger?"
Karus chuckled, and drew her in closer so he could speak against her cheek. He understood that the electronic music pumping and rancor of the crowd would keep him from being heard, but he knew that even an average hunter should learn reading lips, for precisely this reason.
"Someone in this dump might be hunting me," Karus whispered, and the mouse's bright sapphire eyes lit up in understanding, "and I want someone to be watching for me, someone who blends into the background." Karus performed a bit of slight-of-paw, flicking out one of his less valued credit chits, and slipping it into the mouse's bikini-bottom, but appearing to all onlookers as just a pawful of groping. "There's two hundred creds to start, with a bonus if you follow up with anything, alright?"
"Yeah," the mouse said without any pretense of flirting, "You've got a deal, mister. Now, what was that about getting to hit ya? I've got some frustrations to take out after another night of being groped by these pricks."
"Hah, good girl," he said with a slight growl, "Now, I want anyone watching this to assume I've made a failed pass at you, so...I'm gonna make a statement, grab my junk, and I want you to sock me a good one. Sound like fun? Please avoid breakin' the visor, and no hitting the 'nads. Good stuff?"
"Ugh," she responded, wishing there was an opportunity to nail a male in that one spot. "Okay, go for it, hotshot."
Karus grasped her shoulder with one paw, and grasped his crotch, (partially for protection,) and started to shout, "So, baby, ready to get do-"
He wasn't even able to finish his false chauvinist statement before the little mouse gave him a mean right hook right across his jaw. For such a petite little thing, she packed quite a wallop, and the wolf's jaw was snapped shut and he caught himself on the railing before stumbling too much.
"Piss off, you nasty pig!" she yelled, selling the ruse very well. "No offense, sweetie," she mentioned to a swine customer at a nearby table, and then huffed off.
The rogue spent a few moments of waiting, 'dusting himself off' for anyone that may have been viewing that exchange. Once again checking his visor displaying the time, he realized he was about 10 seconds late so far for the meeting. He fixed up his vest and holster belt, then moved with a quick pace towards the booths in the back.
A gothically-dressed male naga was coiled into a 'seat' in the exact corner of the bar booths, signaling Karus over. The hound knew this dealer, as he had requested his services often in the past. His chosen garment was a black leather jacket, not like Karus's vest, but more for appearance than functionality. Intricate tattoos ran from his humanoid midriff to his face, depicting death, poison, and suffering.
"Nice display, I'm assuming you are worried about being followed?" The naga asked with a slightly bemused tone, leaning his humanoid body forward on the table, "I'm not entirely sure why you are taking precautions for your survival, what you are asking to purchase will kill you easily enough. A hunter might be a swifter and more merciful end."
Karus immediately recalled why he hated using this dealer. "Knock off the shit, Hazzakh, I don't need life lessons from a friggin' trafficker," Karus said, with a genuine grimace on his face.
"I just provide what people ask for. I could easily offer you a glass of tea," the serpentine dealer said softly, swaying almost imperceptibly side to side in his spot, "But that just doesn't have the same...*kick*...does it?"
The visor Karus wore alerted him to a potential visual trick, and he quickly averted his eyes from the slithering dealer. "Knock it off, I'm serious. Your tricks didn't work before, and they won't work now," Karus warned the reptile. He was thankful he added that recognition program to the visor, as nagas were known to 'mesmerize' potential prey in ancient times, but had adapted the technique for modern times in order to secure more profitable 'agreements' from unwary customers.
"Ah, can't blame a working man for trying, now can we?" Hazzakh said with a chuckle, and taking a sip from a tall, thin wine glass. His blend of human and serpentine features were quite unnerving to Karus. Scales merged with skin on his torso and arms, and his vaguely human head had an extended scaled hood. Combining his appearance with constant predatory movements put the canine on edge.
"Look, let's keep this quick, and to the point. You got the stuff?"
"Drugs, Karus, let us not attempt to soften the impact of what you are buying here with disassociating terms. And yes, I have plenty. Necrosia and Zephract, to be precise. Is this correct?"
The wolf gritted his teeth and dug his claws into the bottom of the table. "Yes, Hazzakh, that is correct," he replied, without opening his tightly shut jaw.
"Well...well...that is certainly an...\_interesting\_combination, isn't it?" Hazzakh observed. "Necrosia to dull senses and induce a death-like sleep, and Zephract to jolt awake, yes? You \_do\_realize what this combination does, don't you? Necrosia, \_especially\_the potency you are asking for causes kidney and liver failure, neuro-"
"Please, just shut up," Karus begged, his cheeks burning red, with his ears drooped low and frazzled golden locks hanging about his face in a manner as depressing as he felt inside. He hated his weakness being flaunted in front of him, in such a manner.
But the naga continued, seemingly to draw pleasure from the tortured creature. "Neurological damage, including paralysis, stroke, and brain death...Zephract can kill one a bit quicker, with heart-failure in under a year, with regular usage."
Karus was well-read on the effects of these narcotics already. He had done his research on how best to sleep...and forget. While these dosages and drugs were certainly dangerous...they were readily acquired as they were a synthetic mix of easily attainable chems, and therefore cheap, on his budget. They did not leave odors, markings, or other signs that he was using, and so it was possible to keep his habits under Percival's watch. If he were required at a moment's notice from the daze of Necrosia, then a quick dose of Zephract could bring him right back to 'normal.'
"You already know that I'm aware of the risks...and you're the one selling it, asshole. Why go through the long-winded explanation?
"Because," the snakey salesman said with a cruel grin, "I know I can repeat this as much as I want, and you're still going to buy it. I'm obvious a bit intrigued by the subject of death, and it's always fascinating to watch a sentient creature rush headfirst into oblivion."
"Enough," Karus said, attempting to keep his voice to a low snarl, "What's the damage for what I asked?" In his own mind, he was safe. Plenty of users took these drugs, far more than the mortality rates should be if they were so truly dangerous. *You'll be fine,\_Karus's mind told him, \_Besides, this is just your last dose to wean off of it. It'll take awhile, which is why you're getting a larger amount in this one go. You're just trying to ease off, you're not in danger like this idiot is saying.*
"Well, that's the other reason I must go on my tirade...This combination in particular...kills my customers. I need to raise the rates to offset the cost incurred by damage to my reputation, of course. Even though I warn each one how miserably they will die, they insist, and I deliver, but still...some seem to think my products are tainted. That couldn't be farther from the truth...they are utterly pure...but even using as advertised \_will\_result in death."
The wolf had enough of the serpent's taunting, and chose to move on in a business sense, ignoring the jab. "Fine, whatever. Gimme the price."
"As this may be my last time dealing to you...I want an appropriate sending-off gift. Two thousand credits, take it or leave it, friend."
Although Karus was holding just under three thousand credits on him, that price was insane. Easily twice the amount that such narcotics could be found. However...he did not really have the time to search the slums of the station for any average dealer, like he would have done in the past.
"No\_freaking\_way, Haz. You know you might as well rob me at that price," Karus argued, hoping there was a way to debate his way into a lower price.
"Hah, robbery is more your line of work, you fuzzy rogue, and besides...we both know I could get up, slink away, and you would beg on your knees for that price again..."
"Fine, you little bastard, her-" Karus began to say, just wanting to get the encounter over with. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he saw the young white mouse approaching, trying to appear natural. *Oh, shit*, he thought. |
The First Anthromorph (sample) by Sval | A rough draft sample segment from a story I'm working on. Just here to gauge interest. - The First Anthromorph The guards stood nervously before me, my one good eye keeping track of their every move as they held their weapons raised towards the sealed lab entrance. Outside the vicious twang of | [
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The guards stood nervously before me, my one good eye keeping track of their every move as they held their weapons raised towards the sealed lab entrance. Outside the vicious twang of ricocheting bullets seemed to have steadily intensified as the fire-fight moved throughout the building, drawing ever closer to this room.
I deigned not to move, my ankle twisted, and my left eye swollen shut, the residual impact of the beating I'd taken still leaving me in a light daze. I just couldn't muster up the mental runtime to fully process what was going on around me beyond the simplest of sensations and inputs. Given that all of the equipment in the lab was currently deactivated, giving off little more than an eerie radioactive glow, and the overhead lighting was in emergency standby mode after the explosion at the generator, there was very little to see beside the guards and the door. The only point to focus upon was the sounds of weapons discharge.
A resounding metal ping from the blast proof doors drew the instant attention of each one of us in the room, the younger of the two guards taking a half-step backwards as his confidence wavered.
"Steady, soldier." His comrade broke the silence, his deep voice cutting into the darkness with a menacing edge.
Another ping, followed by a second and a third ricochet signalled the beginning of a cacophonous maelstrom of gunfire and anguished screams of pain from the hallway beyond.
"She's getting closer..." I whispered, barely recognising the rasp of my own voice. I suddenly found myself craving a drink - water or whiskey, who knew?
The less senior of the guards rounded on me, his eyes wide with something akin to both panic and anger, "Shut up!" I found myself staring directly down the barrel of his gun. I would've smirked if my split lip had permitted me the pleasure.
The other guard took the smaller soldier's weapon between the thick calloused digits of his right hand, forcing him to lower it, "Don't threaten the doctor."
"Why not? It's his fault we're in this mess!" the younger guard was clearly having some difficulty in overcoming his fear. It would've been a lie to say I didn't relish it. After all, we'd never seen things eye to eye.
"Standing orders are he lives." Judge Dredd the elder turned to face me directly, though he didn't release his colleague's weapon, "Else I'd have killed him myself."
I could see the hatred in his eyes. He wasn't lying. But then that was something I would just have to get used to. After all, it was my fault.
This time it was a loud dully thud against the titanium-reinforced doors that refocused our attention outwards. A second thud, followed by a distinct shuffle of feet signalled a lull in the sound of explosive gunfire and misaimed ricochets. By the time the third and fourth thuds fell the sounds of activity outside fell away completely.
The next thirty seconds drew out into an eternity as we each waited for the pneumatic whine of the door's internal clamps releasing and revealing the darkness of the corridor to we three observers.
But there was nothing.
I jumped in my seat when the larger of the two guards broke the silence with a gruff command to his colleague, "You! Guard him!"
He stalked away to the door, checking over his weapon and cocking it.
"Those doors are sealed." I interrupted him as he reached towards the egress number pad to enter in his code, "You open the doors and she'll just-"
The butt of the remaining guard's gun impacted with my already swollen eye, knocking me sideways with a loud exhale of pain. He didn't have to say anything. When I turned back to regard him his expression said it all - another word from me and I'd get the bullet too.
Well, that was fine with me. A fool just won't be warned.
As the mechanical whine of the locking mechanism unbinding drew to a close, and the doors parted with a hiss, I knew it was too late anyway. The guard was stepping out into his own death-sentence - when the doors closed again, this time without the dramatic fanfare of the safeties locking them in place, it was the last time I ever saw the man.
Great. With Dredd out of the way that just left me with Captain Oblivious. We simply glared at one-another for a moment or two, interrupted only by the sound of a single automatic weapon opening fire in the hallway.
The burst of gun-fire lasted all of a minute, the vacant click of an empty magazine following soon after. I'm not by any means a gun fanatic, but most people know that sound, and the inevitable release as gun and depleted mag separate. It all happens in less time than it takes to draw a breath.
The breathless stifled scream, futile scuffle of thick rubber soles against sterile tiles flooring, and heavy thud of a two-hundred pound bruiser hitting the deck take only a few seconds more.
In that time my would-be captor was already by the door, ear pressed against the metal as he tried to discern what was going on outside.
I already knew.
"He's dead." I stated simply.
The guard rounded on me again, and this time I couldn't tell whether it was panic or rage.
"Shut up!" his weapon raised directly to my head. Obviously it was the latter, "I'll kill you! You'll never-"
The doors behind him opened wide once more, but there was no way he'd be able to turn on his heels quickly enough to see what was coming next. Not that it mattered much which way he was facing.
But I could see everything.
The wide-eyed anger turned to wide-eyed panic as he took a stumbled step forwards and seemingly caught himself. But the blood that began to drip from the corner of his lips was a sure sign that he was no longer in full control of his emotions. As both he and I lowered our gaze to his upper torso it became instantly apparent why.
Protruding from his chest was a four-digit clawed hand thoroughly inhuman in nature, dripping with thick, deep red arterial blood and clasping a still-beating human heart. I couldn't imagine what was going through the guard's mind at that moment, but if there had been any bile left in my stomach I was certain that I would've thrown up at that point.
The gargled whimper that escaped him came almost as a last breath, had it not been for the further wince as he was lifted an additional foot clear off the floor. He dropped his gun, making a futile grasp for the forearm of his assailant where it protruded from his ribcage. Surely he had to know it was all over for him?
He persisted a moment, gruesomely torturous as it was, and I just couldn't look away.
And then the hand clenched shut like a vice.
His prone body fell to the floor in a pool of his own blood, lifeless eyes still locked open in terror.
The silence that fell was tick and oppressive, and all I could do was stare at the vaguely outlined silhouette standing between the doorway and myself. I could barely make out her face in the darkness, but I could feel her eyes upon me.
"Lights." Her voice came like sweet honey, barely even echoing around the hard surfaces of the room. I half-expected nothing to happen, but then she never was one to act without reason. When the laboratory computer responded instantly, lighting up the room with an intensity more akin to the midday sun, I wasn't as surprised as I should have been had she been anybody besides herself.
Ice blue eyes locked onto me, looked straight at me, looked *into* me with an intense scrutiny that gave her a very predatory air. The black-tipped, pointed ears atop her head turned slightly this way and that, no doubt paying close attention to anyone or anything in or around the room. The musculature of her deceptively slight frame was still tensed, coiled, ready to strike at any moment, the long thick bush of her tail poised to keep her balanced lightly on her toes.
I couldn't help but notice the sheer volume of blood that stained her usually immaculate pure white fur, though from the way she held herself I had no doubt that none of it was her own. She was a creature of liquid grace and beauty, that much was certain.
And now she was regarding me like I was her next meal.
All I could do was look back through my one good eye.
She moved forwards without uttering a word, closing the distance between us until she was well within striking distance. It would've been an easy kill.
Under her scrutinous gaze I felt myself burning. It was taking all of my willpower to resist the intimidation. Only when I felt her draw breath to speak did I allow myself even the slightest tremble of fear.
She was looking straight into my damaged eye when she spoke, "They sure did a number on you."
"Hello Riri." I replied with a dejected sigh.
"Come on, Graeme." She extended a paw to me in order to help me up, an offer I gladly accepted in light of my twisted leg. The way she turned, leaving my arm around her shoulder and my weight nearly fully supported on one side by her core strength, I was sure that had I not just seen a complete display of her strength I may have been surprised that such a slight creature could lift me so easily.
The blood was a bit of a giveaway too.
We started to the door.
"And I've told you before," she turned her head to look at me with a remarkably earnest smile, "Call me Rittou." |
Wolfie Steel, Assassin/Bodyguard for hire, Part 28 by Wolfie Steel | #28 of Wolfie Steel, Assassin/Bodyguard for hire - Wolfie Steel. © Assassin/Bodyguard for hire. © Written by Vinnie Van Daz. A/N: My continued thanks go to the following list of furs, who were prepared to appear as a character in my humble story. Wolfie Steel : Wolfie Steel © Wolverine Steel : | [
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A/N: My continued thanks go to the following list of furs, who were prepared to appear as a character in my humble story.
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WARNING!!!! As this story contains references and scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not old enough to read such literature in your country, then DON'T. If you are not old enough and read it anyway and get caught, I will deny all knowledge. With that warning given, to the rest of you I say ENJOY!
Chapter 28.
There's no place like home, Tony and I awake, and yes he is tied to my rear end. I know that we are back in dear old blighty as there is a monumental thunder storm raging outside, suddenly I'm aware of a third body in the room, it is the body of our son, Loboron. I sigh as I realise that he has caught Tony and I in the act, I shake my head slightly and wait for the awkward questions to begin, sure enough, not thirty seconds pass before the questions begin.
"Dad, why does Daddy have his thing sticking into your tailhole?"
Tony giggles and whispers in my ear.
"Uh oh, busted, I can't wait for your explanation, should be priceless"
I gently pat the edge of the bed and urge our son to take a seat, so that I can begin some sort of explanation, Loboron takes the offered seat and looks at Tony and I with his inquisitive eyes.
"Okay son, I knew this day would come sooner or later, well son, you know that when a male and a female love each other very much, they usually end up having sex, where the males thing, called a penis, enters the females vagina, sometimes, the female gets pregnant and that is how babies, or in your case, pups are born. The thing is, with some relationships, such as the one that your daddy and I have, both partners are male, thus meaning the lack of a vagina, however, we can still have sex but because we don't have vaginas, we use our tailholes, this is called mounting and has the same result as a male/female, however, we can't make each other pregnant, but the pleasure for each partner is still the same"
Loboron looks at me with a smirk on his muzzle and speaks.
"Dad, I was teasing you, I know all about gay relationships, we learnt all about it in sex ed at school, before I left the states, I know for instance that daddy is tied to you, his knot is locked firmly in your butt, one thing I don't know though is, has daddy cum inside you yet?"
My silver fur turns bright red as a deep blush takes over, all the while I can hear Tony crying with laughter not inches from my ears, in between gasps for air Tony manages to get a sentence out.
"I.....knew it.......\*Giggle\*......absolutely priceless......oh son.......way to deal one from the bottom of the pack.....\*Laugh\*.....I'm proud of you........I haven't laughed.........this much in...........years. And Wolfie dear......\*Snickers\*...you look good........\*Laughs\*....in red"
Tony soon stops his laughing as I pull forward, pulling hard on his knot.
"Just remember Tony dear, at the moment I have your........undivided attention"
The three of us now break out into a hearty laugh. After a while, we managed to bring the hysterics back under control, and I can see that our son now has a slightly frightened look on his face.
"Son, what is wrong? You are shivering like a jelly, you look as if you are close to tears"
As if on cue, another clap of thunder sounds causing Loboron to let out a whimper, realisation now dawns upon both Tony and I, it seems that our son is not a fan of thunder. By now Tony has shrunk enough to be able to pull out of my tailhole, he climbs off the bed and heads down stairs to the kitchen, I look at our son and speak.
"Son, your afraid of the storm aren't you? It's nothing to be ashamed of, there are a lot of people and furs alike that don't like storms, when I was younger, I used to hate them, now they don't bother me so much. Would you like to snuggle up with me? I will keep the nasty storm from getting to you"
I could see that he was unsure, I guess I would be unsure if I had just seen two gay furs fucking and then been asked to share a bed with one of them, especially as that one gay fur was still naked.
"Son, I'm a gay fur, but one thing I do draw the line at is incest, you can snuggle up to either Tony or I as much as you want, I promise you, that nothing will happen"
With that, Loboron slowly got into bed with me, and within seconds, was snuggling up to me. I drape the sheets over us and hold him close, another thirty seconds later and the young wolf is fast asleep.
Tony comes back into the room and stops dead in his tracks, a look of sheer bliss upon his muzzle, I slowly edge further backwards, taking our son with me, allowing space for Tony to get into the bed behind Loboron. Our son sleeps soundly now, after all he has an elite bodyguard either side of him, protecting him.
11:30 am we all awake and get ready to face the day, the first item on the agenda after a late breakfast, is to get our son enrolled at the local high school, London Fur High, why this particular school I hear you cry, well there are a number of reasons, first, it is close to home, just a five minute walk, second, I know of the reputation for the school, some very well heeled furs have passed through those entrance doors, and third, it was the school which I attended in my formative years.
Tony, Loboron and I all walk into the main entrance of London Fur High, the memories all start coming back to me, most of them are fond memories, I see that the place has hardly changed since I had attended, hell even some of the teachers that taught me are still here. We head towards the main reception desk and begin to chat to the vixen behind the desk. I look behind the vixen and directly into the principles office, there he is Mr Carlton Standard, a huge black and white furred bull terrier, this guy can walk into a class full of rowdy delinquent kids, and just by his very presence, have order and quiet in seconds, truth be known though, deep down he's an old softy.
At the sound of my voice, Mr Standard looks up from his papers and bellows out my name.
"Mr Steel, get your butt in here, and I mean now boy"
Same old Mr Standard, a chuckle filters through my muzzle, as the vixen behind the desk raises the gate to allow us to enter, Mr Standard jumps from his seat and rushes out to greet us with arms open wide. He stands there for a while taking in the view that meets his eyes, then ushers us through into his office.
"Well Mr Steel, I certainly didn't expect to see you set footpaw back through those doors when I came into work this morning"
I introduce Tony to my old principle and then moved our son to the front.
"And who is this fine young wolf?"
Loboron blushes at the compliment, so I reply for him.
"This, Principle Standard is Loboron, our adopted son. I wanted to enrol him in a school that was close to home, and one that holds a dear place in my heart"
The Principle replies.
"You say that you live close by, and yet the only residential place that is close, is Doberman Manor"
I nod gently, then the Principle continues.
"You.....you mean to tell me that you live at Doberman Manor?"
I make my reply.
"Not only do we live at Doberman Manor, we also work for Senior Linkin Doberman, as his now Elite Bodyguards"
The bull terrier's muzzle drops and he flops back into his chair.
"Elite bodyguards? When I think back to the young pup who would cry at the merest trip or fall, and now look at you, well over six foot, muscled and an Elite bodyguard too boot, how times change? Well Mr Steel, Wolfie, it would indeed be a pleasure to welcome your son here at London Fur High, on one condition, that you enrol as one of our tutors, now I know that your work will mean that there will be times when you can't be here to teach, but, I have a self defence program which has been running for a couple of years now, and whilst our tutor is good at what he does, he is not an Elite bodyguard. What do you say Mr Steel? Do we have a deal?"
I give a gentle nod again and shake the bull terrier's paw. With the enrolment process now complete, the principle leads us around the school so that Loboron can take in his new surroundings, the final place that we visit, is where I will soon be teaching, the gym, we head in and there is my old tutor, the fox they call Mr Standish.
The principle clears his throat to gain the tutors attention.
"Mr Standish, I have enlisted some help for you with regard to the self defence class, in fact it's one of your old pupils, Wolfie Steel"
Mr Standish doesn't even look up from his paperwork as he speaks.
"Oh great, you got me a cry baby weakling wolf, thanks principle Standard, but that kind of help is what I don't need"
I step up to the desk and ball my paw into a fist and land it hard on the desk top, causing the fox to look up with fear, he then finds his voice.
"Who....who are you?"
I look at him with a smile on my muzzle and reply.
"I am that cry baby weakling wolf, as you so eloquently put it. As you can see, I have filled out quite a bit, in fact along with my family, I have just returned from Fort Peterson in the USA, having been on a month long Advanced Combat Training Course"
The fox's eyes pop from his head.
"Wait a minute, you have passed the the Advanced Training Course, that means that you are an eli.....te bodyguard? In that case, when can you start? I have a class tonight, I would be honoured if you would show us what you can do and become a regular trainer"
I agree to become the new trainer and then take a look at the gym where I would be plying my trade and passing on some of my self defence skills, obviously, the full bodyguard training would not be used, nor would the assassin part of my job. Once the tour is complete, Tony, Loboron and I head out to the hospital where Res is staying. Tony and Loboron stay in the waiting room as I head in to speak with the young wolf.
"So Res, you completed the Advanced training so that you could get yourself a better life? Instead you ended up working with me, I don't know whether to pity you or be happy for you, but let me get one thing straight with you, like me and Tony, you maybe an Elite bodyguard, but, you will work for me, I am Senior Doberman's chief of security as well as his head bodyguard, you will look after the security arrangements for Matt Bond, but before implementing them you will run them past me, and if I get wind that you have slipped back into your old ways by wanting to attack either myself, my family or Matt, I will bury you. After saying that though, what happened on the plane, it was almost like you and I were in tune with each other, and to a certain extent you have gained quite a bit of my trust, if all goes well, I see a long and happy working relationship"
Res looks up from his bed and then fixes me with his gaze, what I see is a good and honest wolf, who truly wishes to turn his life around, he then speaks.
"Mr Steel, I am trying to bury the life I once led, knowing that I'm to be guarding Mr Bond who lets face it is after all Senior Doberman's right hand mouse, it is more than I could ever have dreamed, as for working directly under you all I have to say is this, wherever you lead, I will follow, I will put five hundred percent into my bodyguard duties, I will become Mr Bond's shadow, and you have my word that I will not use my talents against you"
With that I give a nod and leave the room, as I leave I am stopped by the doctor, who now informs me that Res is ready to head home. I wait in the waiting room along with Tony and Loboron, ready for Res's release. |
The Death of Worlds - Chapter 2: Assassins by Eth-iir | Gaza sat in a chair outside the office, the Speaker occupying a seat next to him, since he was to be in public, the mage chose a robe of the same white of his fur in favor of the revealing loincloth he had worn before. The wooden door of the office had a plaque on it that identified it as the bounty | [
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It had only been earlier that day that the trio had sat in the room on Gaza's flyer to explain to Mordak, the third member of their ranks, the purpose of their mission, and it had only been the night before that Gaza and the Speaker had saved the orc from those who would end his life. After their meal, Mordak had said that he wanted to go to collect his latest bounty, and they had agreed that there was no reason not to do this, so they came here, and now, they waited for him to finish.
Soon enough, the door opened, and Gaza looked to see Mordak exit, his own robe quite similar to the one that the mage wore. The two who sat in the chairs stood up to greet the orc "So, how did it go?" the white one asked.
"They paid me the expected sum." The new companion answered "They would have paid me more if I could bring him in alive, but... well, that didn't work out."
"It's unfortunate that you couldn't get the full amount, friend, still, all things considered, I'd say things went pretty well, now, shall we go?"
"Yes," the Speaker said "I think we can leave this place, unless Mordak has something else he must do here, of course."
"No," the orc said with a shake of his head "I have no further business here."
"Good, then let us return to the flyer and prepare for our next move."
They left the building, and traveled to the flyer port by means of the underground tram way that ran throughout the city. They had already agreed not to discuss their mission when in public, so they limited the conversation to small talk as they sat in the gray metal seats within the tram car.
"I can't help but notice," Mordak said, sitting next to Gaza, the Speaker taking a seat across from him "Gaza, that you're really not what I'd usually expect from demons, if you don't mind me saying so, you seem..." he fell silent suddenly, the white one's eyes had narrowed somewhat, and he looked a little uncomfortable with what he just heard "Oh... sorry, I guess I shouldn't have said that, should I?"
Gaza shook his head "First of all, you shouldn't call us demons, not in front of us, anyway, that name is considered offensive by many of us, I'm not as sensitive as some, but I'd appreciate if you say Tylanim in the future, it's what we call ourselves."
"Alright, Tylanim it will be, Ty-La-Nim, right?" he pronounced it slowly and clearly, making sure he got it right.
"Yes, now, secondly, not all Tylanim are the same, just as not all orcs are the same. How would you feel if I expected all orcs to act the same way?"
"Well..." he trailed off for a moment, lowering his head in thought "I guess I'd be offended too."
"Exactly, friend, I don't want to be judged for my race either, no one should be. Though, it is true that many of my people don't act the way I do. In fact, I've been called 'soft' by other Tylanim before, though I don't pay them much heed, I'm quite content with how I am, even if not everyone necessarily admires that. But make no mistake, I can be dangerous if it's called for, I've just not had a reason to show you that side of myself."
The orc nodded "I think I'm fine with you as you are too... anyway, I'm sorry if I offended you, I'll be more careful of what I say in the future."
"You did not offend me, friend." The Tylanim answered, resting one hand gently on his shoulder "I just thought that I should warn you so you wouldn't say the wrong thing in the future." Even though it seemed that Mordak was not always polite, the Tylanim felt he might grow to like him. He noted what the orc had said as well and thought that perhaps he too was beginning to like Gaza.
They said nothing more of note for the rest of the tram ride, and soon enough, the vehicle came to a stop in the station, and the metal doors opened, allowing the passengers to file out of the cars, the three companions among them. The station itself was well lit, but lacked much in the way of decoration. White tiles covered the walls, and there was a certain cold sterility to the place. The small group left the tram along with the other people who were getting off, passing strangers who got on. Soon, they were climbing the staircase that led out of the underground station, and into the light of the world above.
The particular flyer port they had chosen was located on the outskirts of the city, the large complex was within walking distance from the tram station, and it did not take long to get there. At its center was a large building which held a reception area and passages to the various landing pads, which were walled off to prevent unwanted access from the outside. They went to the front desk, and Gaza produced a small coin-like object, marked with the name of the flyer port. He presented this to the man at the desk, and paid the fee for using the port, in return he received a ticket and was directed to the proper passage, which the group followed, soon reaching the access to their pad.
Gaza inserted the ticket into a small device next to the door, there was a click, signaling that the door had unlocked. He then opened the door, revealing the flyer resting upon the center of the pad. Gaza's flyer was not extremely impressive to behold, it looked to be an older model, having a somewhat boxy appearance. Its metal hull was undecorated except for mystical glyphs that were an essential part of its flight enchantments. The small wings on its side were more for maneuvering than for generating lift. Since no one was inside, the portals in the side and the glass panels of the cockpit were dark.
In truth, Gaza had paid a low price to buy the flyer second hand. It had not been in good condition when he purchased it, but renewing the spells on it and getting a friend to help with maintenance on the mechanical parts soon got it to be in working condition again, and it was fully adequate for his needs.
They walked up to it, and Gaza opened the hatch in its side, just behind the cockpit, allowing entry. It opened easily to his touch, but in reality, the spells placed on it would lock it to anyone who tried to open it without having been given consent.
Mordak and the Speaker entered first, Gaza soon following behind and closing the hatch. This placed them in the central passage that ran through the craft, to their left was the door that led to the cockpit, following the passage in the opposite direction would lead them to the other rooms of the flying craft.
"So, what do we do next?" Mordak asked, glancing to his companions.
"Well, I believe that our business here is finished, perhaps our Speaker friend knows where we should go next?"
The raven nodded "Yes, why don't we all head into the cockpit, and begin our journey?"
They did so, and Gaza sat down in pilot's chair. The cockpit was by no means large, but there was enough space for all three of them to fit in, with perhaps room to spare for a fourth person if they did not mind things being rather cramped. The other two stood behind the Tylanum, who soon began manipulating the switches and levers that controlled the flyer, causing energy to course through the metal hull. A light humming noise could be heard as the craft began to rise off the ground.
"Alright, now, where should our next destination be?" Gaza did not think he needed to specify that the question was intended for the Speaker, as he was really the only one who could know.
"To Sylen, I think." The Speaker answered after a moment's thought "I have had visions which indicate that we may meet our next companion there.
Gaza nodded. Sylen was a city to the east of Del Matezra, about two hours of flight time. He allowed the craft to rise to a good height above the ground, to the point that it was above all the surrounding buildings, and banked to the side, soon, they were flying eastward.
"So, what sort of person are we looking for here?" Mordak asked, leaning against the walls to the side, his eyes focused on the Speaker.
"My prophecies have granted me few details." The raven answered "I know however that she is an assassin, and a skilled one, she could prove quite helpful to our mission, if we can convince her to join."
Gaza shivered a bit at the mention of their next companion being an assassin, he did not like their kind at all. He did not say so, however, preferring to focus on the task of piloting the flyer.
"An assassin? Hmm, sounds like you're gathering quite an interesting band here." Mordak commented.
"You think so?" the Speaker asked, a faint hint of amusement seeming to show in his tone "We will certainly have people of varied talents, and I'm sure we'll have use of all their skills in time."
"Yes, you've sort of given me that impression." The orc answered "In any case, do you know where we'll meet this assassin? I'm sure your visions at least told you that, since they seemed to tell you where to find me."
"That time, my vision told me pretty clearly where to find you, but things are not always so convenient, in this case, though, I think I know where we should start looking for her. When she is in town, she often frequents the Howling Harpy, a tavern in the west side of town."
"The Howling Harpy? Sounds like a nice place." Mordak remarked, a sarcastic tone in his voice.
"That depends on what you're looking for, regardless, the Howling Harpy is frequented by a lot of less than reputable customers, it hardly seems a surprise that it would be frequented by someone like her."
Gaza stood up from his chair. The flyer was now outside the city limits, and cruising above the countryside safely, beneath it, farms could be seen stretching into the distance, and slender gray bands stretching off in different directions, he knew, must have been roads. At this point, he felt comfortable leaving the controls until they reached Sylen.
"What of our enemies?" the Tylanim asked "Is there any chance they will know where to find this assassin too?"
The Speaker hesitated for a moment, and even when he spoke, he seemed a little unsure "Unfortunately, I don't know. My visions have not given me any details on the matter. However, we cannot rule out the possibility, all I can say is we should be on our guard, maybe it will go smoothly, but we could also encounter trouble, and if we do, I don't know what to expect."
Gaza nodded "Well, we'll just have to do our best and see what happens, I suppose. Won't we, my friends?"
"I suppose so," Mordak agreed "I see you've stood up, I guess that means it's safe for you to leave the controls?"
"That would be correct, friend, I've set it into auto-pilot, so it will handle the rest of the flight until we reach Sylen."
"Hmm, amazing the things you can do with magic these days." The orc said.
"That it is. Now, I might suggest we get out of this cockpit and go somewhere more comfortable."
As the flyer neared the city, the group returned to the cockpit. Sylen was a newer city than Del Matezra, and it showed. One could see none of the ancient charm of that city as they passed over it, nor was there the contrast between old and new that characterized its architecture. Instead, it bore all the marks of modern designs, shaped by their time. The buildings were built to make the most efficient use of space possible. They were not necessarily the largest buildings outside, but inside, they held much more space than more traditional buildings of comparative size. When Gaza landed the craft, the group quickly exited, going off to find the Howling Harpy.
The district the group had to go through to reach the tavern was not a pleasant one, the streets were dirty and littered, the poor crowded in the district, and some of them had a rather shady look to them. Most were humans or some variation of beast men, though Gaza noted a few Tylanim as well, most of them fitting the more traditional "demon" look than the mage. Gaza felt some sympathy to his kin here, as he realized their lives were difficult, even more so than the members of other races they called neighbors.
He sighed, looking to Mordak and the Speaker "Ever since the War of the Spheres, my people have lived like this." He said "I was born into such a life too."
"I've heard of the War of the Spheres," the orc answered "But I'm afraid I don't know the history of it that well, would you care to explain it?"
Gaza nodded "Well, as a Tylanim, I know that part of history. It happened over five centuries ago, at the time, it was possible for my kin to travel between this world, and our own, although only in small numbers, most often, we only entered this world when summoned with magic, but sometimes, we found points where the boundaries between this world and the other were weaker and traveled here of our own accord."
"So it's true? You're kind came from another world? I mean, that's what they say, but I wasn't sure if it was truth, or just a fairy tale."
"No, it is the truth. Though I don't know much about our world, as I was born in this one." Gaza answered, a brief pause in his words as he thought of what to say next "Originally, there was no way for us to enter your world in large numbers, making a full scale invasion impossible."
"So, I suppose something changed that?" Mordak asked, to which the Tylanim nodded.
"We found a means to create permanent gates crossing the fabric of creation and allowing free passage between our worlds, how this was done has long since been forgotten, but it makes no difference. The point is that my kin used this to stage a full scale invasion upon this world, aiming to conquer it. At first, it looked like we would win too, but the mages of this world found a means to change the tide of the war. Through powerful magic, they were able to permanently seal the boundaries between the two worlds, it was a difficult process, and it is said that many used so much energy that the process killed them, but it was successful. This prevented further travel between the two worlds and ended the war. However, the Tylanim who were still in this world at the time were trapped here as a result, and with no way to return, they could only live in this world. My ancestors were among them.
"The natives haven't made it easy for us, unfortunately, but there is not much one can do about that. We were the aggressors in the war, after all, and while it is irrational to hold grudges with an entire people over things that happened centuries ago, it seems to be the nature of people to do so, one who studies history will see that often, racial hatreds can be traced back to such things."
"Hmm, I'm afraid I haven't really paid that much attention to history." Mordak said thoughtfully "So I can't say that's something I'd know very well."
"Perhaps you should try to learn a bit more of it, I could tell you many things if you ever want to learn more in the future. Past experiences can teach us many useful things, and it is not only our own experiences we can learn from, the ones of those who came before us can also be very valuable."
"Perhaps I'll take you up on the offer at some point, Gaza, but let's keep our minds focused on the matter at hand for now, shall we?"
"Yes, let's do that, friend." The Tylanim agreed.
"It would seem that we've found it." The Speaker said, he had been silent up until that point, leaving the two to their own discussions. Now, he pointed to a small two story building of brick and wood, one of several in a tight cluster on the side of the street, a sign depicting a harpy in a somewhat compromising position with her mouth open in what was perhaps a howl hung by the door, the place looked less than reputable.
"Looks like quite a place." Mordak said.
"Well, how about we go inside and see if we can find this assassin?" Gaza said.
The other two nodded, and together, they entered.
The place was certainly not more attractive on the inside than the outside, it was neither clean nor tastefully decorated. The patrons were a mixed bunch, and were noisy. Gaza also spotted some women who seemed to be the sort of ill repute. The bartender was a massive bull, his sleeveless shirt exposing his muscled arms, and Gaza suspected that his presence was the only thing keeping the place from the descending into chaos, it certainly helped, at least.
"So, you see the person we're looking for?" Mordak asked, glancing around the dimly lit interior.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure," the speaker answered "My visions were never very clear on her appearance, and she certainly is not likely to advertise her identity in public, she may be standing somewhere in plain sight, and we would not recognize her. I do know one thing, however, she goes by the name of Sharon Myrolla."
"If that's the case, then how will we find her?" Gaza asked.
"I don't know, but her clients must find her somehow, surely, we can find a way as well."
As the group spoke, one woman walked up to them. She wore a red blouse that showed a fair amount of cleavage, and copper colored curls fell about the side of here head. Gaza never had much interest in women, in truth, but even he had to confess that she was beautiful.
"What are you three gentlemen doing standing there?" she asked "Why don't you sit down and have a drink? Unless you're looking for... other services?" when she spoke of "other services", she did so with a hint of lust and a wink to the strangers.
"Other services?" Gaza asked, a slightly confused look on his face.
"Oh, don't be naïve, sir." She said "I know what sort of things people like you come here for!" she began to circle around the Tylanim, eying him intently "I've never served one of your kind before, I wonder how it feels?"
He was blushing intently beneath his fur now, realizing what she must have meant "Umm, I'm really not interested." He said.
"Oh? What a pity..." the woman said, and looked to Mordak "What about you, Mister Orc? I'd be very willing to give you a good time, for a reasonable price, of course."
"I'm afraid that's not what we're here for my lady." the orc answered, reacting much more calmly than the Tylanim "You see, we're here to find someone by the name of Sharon Myrolla, would you happen to know anyone by that name?"
The woman's eyes narrowed, and she glanced over to a table "Why don't you sit down and have a drink with me? I'll pay."
Gaza was a little baffled by this sudden change of behavior, and when he glanced to Mordak, the orc also looked confused, the Speaker, however, simply nodded.
"Very well, young lady, it would be nice to share a drink with you." The raven answered, and went over to the table with the woman. Deciding not to question him, Gaza followed, which Mordak also chose to do, it seemed.
They sat down, and their hostess motioned a barmaid over "A beer for each of us, please."
"If you don't mind, I'd prefer to have some kind of juice," the Speaker said "I don't drink alcohol, I'm afraid."
The woman nodded "Alright, how does apple juice sound for you? And ale for everyone else, I suppose?" since no one objected, she nodded to the barmaid.
"Very well, I'll bring your drinks soon." She said, and walked away, at which point, the strange woman turned her gaze back to the others.
"So, are you sure you don't want to reconsider my offer? I assure you I'll give you all a very good time."
"Excuse me, friend, but I believe we were going to discuss Shar..." he was interrupted by a "shhh" from the woman.
"Later, dear," she whispered "For now, just act like you want my services."
"I think we should play along, Gaza." The speaker whispered, and Gaza nodded, he did not like it, but if the Speaker thought it was the right move, he thought he would trust him.
"I don't mean to boast, but I've served discriminating clients from all over the city, and believe me, none of them have walked away unsatisfied." She said "So would you three like to spend the evening with me?"
"All three of us?" Mordak asked, sounding a little surprised by the offer.
"Hey, I don't mind serving groups, I can even give you a discount!" she looked to each of them, smiling broadly.
"Well... I suppose we could..." Gaza said with a nod, he did not mean it, of course, but it seemed like right now, they just had to go along with this "I warn you, though, it will be my first time."
"Well, you have to start somewhere, and what better way to start than with me?" as she spoke, the barmaid returned with their drinks on a platter, after serving them, she walked away, the group each taking a drink from their cups, the drinks tasted rather bland, and Gaza surmised that the ale may have been watered down.
"So, should we get a room here?" the Speaker asked, glancing over to the bull who ran the establishment.
The woman laughed at that "With the dirty, lice ridden beds here? I'd rather do it in a barn! Listen, I know of a perfect place, no one will disturb us there, how about you guys come with me once we're finished and I'll show you the way?"
"I suppose we could go along with that, where is it?" Mordak asked.
"It's an abandoned house, not too far away from here, don't worry, it's in good condition, it also has a nice bed, I don't know where the previous owners are, but at least they didn't take that away."
"It sounds good to me." Gaza answered, suddenly getting a suspicion about this woman, but he did not say it, whether it was true or not, he thought the answer would show if they followed through with whatever she did.
The three men and the woman finished their drinks, and soon left the bar, it was almost dark by the time they left, at that point, Gaza began to consider that maybe they should have eaten before leaving, but considering the way the drinks were, he doubted the food would be much more exciting. It was only after they were some distance away from the tavern and on a deserted street that their companion spoke up.
"You asked about Sharon Myrolla," she said "It's fortunate that I just happen to know her, and I can bring you to her."
"Then I suppose all that at the tavern was just an act, and your real intention was to lead us to her all along?" the Speaker said, nodding in understanding.
"Correct, given the nature of her career, Sharon tends to make some enemies, unfortunately," the woman sighed "it's all business, of course, but some people take it a little too personal when her business happens to involve people they care about, and they come after her, so for her safety, she meets with clients in secret, I just lead them to her. Of course, if you still want pleasure after you've discussed business with her, my offer is still open."
"No, no! We really don't need that!" Gaza said, taking a step away from the woman uncomfortably. He already resented needing to meet with an assassin, the fact that this woman was still trying to seduce him served only to make him even more uncomfortable.
She laughed at his response "Oh, fine, I get that you're not interested. You two are still welcome to take up on the offer, though." She looked to the other two.
Mordak shook his head "Maybe some other time. For now, I'd rather focus on the matter at hand. How much further will it be?"
"It's just up ahead," she said "We'll be able to see it after we turn the next corner."
When they rounded the corner they could actually see quite a few houses. There were homes on either side of the street continuing until its end, lights burned in the windows of most, but the windows of the one they were led to were dark, and the place had a decrepit look to it. It looked to be one of the older homes in the city, and probably had not been lived in for quite some time, what may have once been a beautiful garden was now overgrown with weeds. The woman led them up to the front door, and opened it, then looked to the others.
"So, do any of you have a light?" she asked.
Gaza stepped forward "I can take care of that." He said, raising a hand, a ball of green light formed in it, the sphere floated up into the air near the Tylanim's head, casting its light in the surroundings, elongated shadows extending away from the glow.
"Well, that's convenient, now, let's head inside." The woman said, and the others nodded, following her lead into the house. The interior was dark except for the space illuminated by Gaza's magic light, a layer of dust had accumulated on the ground and what little furniture remained in the building, the only indication that anyone had been inside recently was the footprints in the dust. The many cobwebs added further to the atmosphere of neglect that hung over the old building. Gaza saw Mordak glance over to their female companion.
"Are you sure Sharon is here?" he asked "This place looks pretty deserted."
"Yes, we'll meet her here, just follow my lead. We'll meet her upstairs, but first, I'd like you all to hand over your weapons. It's just a precaution, I'm sure you understand." When the others hesitated, she soon added: "Think of it as a sign of trust, if you hand any weapons you're carrying over, I'll take it as an indication that your intentions are friendly, and that it's safe to let you meet Sharon."
Mordak nodded, and somewhat reluctantly removed his mystic cannon from its holster to hand it to the woman, he then handed a dagger over as well, after taking the weapons, her eyes ran over each member of the group "Is that all you're carrying?" she asked.
"I just handed you all that I have," the orc said "And I doubt you'll find many on the others."
"I'm not much of a fighter, and I see no reason for me to carry weapons." The Speaker said.
"I don't really need weapons of the usual sort," Gaza said "Lighting dark places is not the only thing I can do with magic, you see, and I can't surrender my spells to you."
"I understand, dear, you've given me what you can, for the rest, I'll have to trust you, now, we will go to meet Sharon."
She led them further into the house, bringing them to a staircase that led up into the shadows, she ascended it, Gaza following close behind so that his mystic light would reveal the way. At the top of the stairs, the woman motioned to a door to their right, and opened it, the room within was dark.
She snapped her finger, and lights came on suddenly within the room, driving away the shadows that engulfed it. Seeing this, Gaza gestured with his hand, banishing his summoned light, and looked inside. The room was cleaner than most of the ones in the house, and looked to have been recently lived in, there were no windows, the only light in it coming from the glow spheres arranged around it, there was a large and comfortable looking bed against the far wall, to the right there was a wooden book shelf which was currently bare, and to the left was a square table surrounded by a number of chairs. While sparsely decorated, the room had a much more lived-in feel than the other parts of the house, which made it seem more welcoming.
"Looks like Sharon isn't home," Mordak observed "Are you sure we'll find her here?"
"Oh, of course I'm home." The woman said, the seductive tone suddenly gone from her voice, a smile was upon her face "I'm right here. Now, why don't you guys sit down and make yourselves at home?"
"So... you're Sharon Myrolla?" Mordak asked, his surprise evident in his voice "But you're nothing like I imagined you to be."
"Yes I am," she said "And I'm pleased to meet the three of you."
Gaza glanced to each of his companions, the woman's words confirmed the Tylanim's suspicions, He wondered if the Speaker had been surprised, though, if he was, he hid it well.
"So, are you guys going to sit down, or not?" Sharon asked, her eyes running over each member of the group.
"Ah, oh... sorry, Miss Myrolla." Gaza said, his voice betraying slight unease, but he did as asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs, Mordak and the Speaker then sat down next to them, and Sharon took a seat opposite from them..
"Please, call me Sharon, dear." She said "And you seem uncomfortable, I hope it's not because of my profession, I assure you, I have no reason to hurt you."
"It has nothing to do with that, Mi... Sharon." He answered, knowing that he was lying.
"If you say so, Whitey." She said.
"Whitey?" Gaza responded, glaring in annoyance at the assassin.
"Well, I have to call you something, don't I?" she said, looking completely innocent "And you haven't given me your name, so I chose one for you."
"My name is Gaza," the Tylanim said "Now you can call me by my proper name."
"Oh, alright, but I still prefer Whitey..." she said, looking to the other two "And what about you two?"
"Call me Mordak." The orc said.
The Speaker just shook his head "My name is not important."
"Fine, be that way, then I guess you won't mind if I make up my own nickname for you. But enough of that, don't you think it's about time that you told me what you're here for? I'd assume you have some sort of job for me."
The raven nodded "We have a job for you, a very unusual sort of job, listen while I explain, first, you must know that I am a Speaker, a prophet."
"Right, now that's the first time someone comes to me saying *that*, still, if it's about a job, then I'll listen, by all means, go on."
"Then I must tell you about a prophecy that the Speakers had once delivered..." he said, going on to explain to her about said prophecy, telling her what he had already told Gaza and Mordak, informing her that she too was to play a role in stopping the power that threatened the world.
"Well, that's new," she said when the speaker had finished, sounding somewhat amused "Usually my clients are content just to say they feel my skills are perfect for the job, I can't recall ever being told I'm the chosen one before."
"One of the chosen ones." the Speaker corrected.
"Well, you know how to make a girl feel important, but how about you give me a clearer picture of what I'm supposed to do. Anyone in particular you want dead, maybe? That's what I do, after all."
"You need only follow us, young woman," The Speaker answered "And help in whatever way you can when it's needed, I'm certain that we will have need of your skills eventually, but right now, I can't name any particular targets we'll need dealt with."
Sharon was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful "Hmm... well, that sounds like it's going to be a long term contract, with no definite end, I can accept it, but it won't be cheap."
Gaza quickly rose to his feet, a look of disdain in his golden eyes "How can you talk about payment when the future of our world may be at stake?" he demanded, he felt Mordak's hand come to rest on his, perhaps in an effort to calm him, but he ignored this "What use will your money be, if the world is consumed in darkness? Surely, you have more important things to worry about than profit?"
The assassin shook her head "You know, our time together is going to be pretty difficult if you keep being like that. I'm a professional, people need a job done, they come to me, they pay me, I get it done. It's the same here too, you pay me, I help you. Now, maybe what I've heard is true, maybe the world is in danger, and I have to help save it, but I'm not doing it for free. It's a matter of business ethics, it wouldn't be fair to my paying customers if I started doing favors to complete strangers for free, now would it?"
Gaza let out a sigh of defeat, he did not like it, but he knew he could not change her mind "Fine, I guess it can't be helped if that's how it is, just don't expect me to pay."
She shrugged "I don't care where the money comes from as long as I get it."
"I believe I can take care of payment myself." The Speaker said "Money is not a problem for me, and if I must spend it to get you to help us, I will do so."
She smiled "I'm glad you understand me, and rest assured, you won't regret it, once I've accepted a contract from a client, you have my guarantee that it will be fulfilled."
"Business ethics again, I presume?" Mordak commented.
"Exactly, now I think a pri... did you hear that?"
Gaza had indeed heard it, a muffled voice, and not one belonging to anyone in the group, it sounded like it was coming from elsewhere in the house, another spoke in response, but Gaza could not tell what was said.
"You didn't invite anyone else here, I presume?" Sharon asked, speaking quietly to ensure that only those in the room could hear. The three others all shook their heads.
"Of course not," Mordak answered, also speaking quietly "Were we followed, perhaps?"
"If we were, they did a pretty good job of hiding it, but they're not doing so well now, it seems."
"And what should we do now?" Gaza said, glancing around "Is there a way we could escape, perhaps?" he did not think that these strangers were friendly, and if it was possible, he would rather not test that theory.
"If they're here for the reason I think they are, then I think we can assume they won't let us get out without trouble." Gaza did not need to ask what she meant, it seemed that she shared the same suspicions with him, and he was sure everyone else did as well.
"In that case, I suppose we'll just have to go out and meet them." Mordak said "It doesn't look like there's much we can do but settle things with them personally."
Sharon nodded "Then take your weapons back, we can discuss payment once this is finished."
Mordak took the weapons back from her, and pushed the table over onto its side after everyone had stood up "I'll take cover here." He said 'I'd suggest the rest of you take up positions on either side of the door."
They nodded, and moved towards the walls beside the door, Gaza got next to the Speaker on the left, whereas Sharon was on the right, then they waited. The sounds outside grew closer, then suddenly fell silent, until the Tylanim heard footsteps drawing near to the door, then it opened.
The sound of a mystic cannon rapidly firing came from outside the door as the first man shot into the room at random, not taking the time to check his fire, when there was no response after a moment, he looked in to see if he had hit anyone, this proved a mistake, as it gave Mordak a chance to fire at him, the orc's bullet found it's mark, and he fell, seeing this, his comrades could be heard shouting outside the door.
When the voices fell silent, the enemies did not attack again, and Sharon raised a hand, motioning towards the door, she moved over to it slowly, drawing a concealed dagger, than quickly ducked back in just in time to avoid a shot fired by another attacker.
"Alright, I think we're going to need some kind of distraction." She said "They know there's no other way out except through the door, so they can wait there until we try to leave."
"Hmmm..." Gaza stepped forward, her words gave him an idea "I think I might be able to do something that will help us, if you'll all gather together, I don't want to speak too loudly..."
"Well, if you have a good plan, I'd be happy to hear it." Sharon said, the others nodded, and they all gathered around him.
Gaza spoke quietly so that there was no chance of their enemies hearing, glancing to the door periodically as he did so in case anyone tried to interrupt.
"My plan is simple," the Tylanim whispered "I'll use magic to create a bright flash of light, if this works, it should blind our enemies, giving us a chance to attack them, of course, you'll all need to cover your eyes on my signal so it doesn't affect you as well."
The others nodded, no one seemed to feel the need to object "Mordak, cover me." Gaza said, the orc nodded, and the Tylanim moved so he had a clear view of the doorway, his companion following.
Seeing no enemies, the white furred figure raised both hands, and reached out with them. Light coursed over his arms, forming into glowing glyphs, and within his hands, a brightly glowing sphere of energy began to form. The spell was similar in concept to the light he had used before, but its use was more complex, and much more powerful. Once he was satisfied with the sphere's size, he made a motion as though he were to throw it.
"Now!" he said, and quickly shut his eyes just after releasing it, the others doing so as well, it traveled until it was just outside the door, and burst into bright light, even beneath his eyelids, he still noticed a brief flash, though it was dim enough that it did not impact his vision when he opened his eyes after it was over.
"Sharon and I should go first." Mordak said, looking to the assassin, who nodded.
"Very well, but be careful." Gaza answered, and watched as the two of them went to the door, the orc looked out and quickly fired off several rounds, Sharon ran down the hall in the opposite direction, and Gaza heard a cry that was quickly silenced.
"Alright, it's clear." Mordak looked back in the doorway "Everyone outside the room is dead, still, there might be more of them about, so be careful."
Gaza and the Speaker both walked out, the Tylanim looking around at the surroundings, the bodies of their enemies lying on the ground, they all wore dark clothing, but nothing seemed to indicate them belonging to any specific organization.
"They don't look like they belong to the group that's attacked us before." The Tylanim observed "I wonder who they are?"
"And how exactly would you know if they're part of this group?" Sharon asked "Do they have a uniform or something?"
"Well, they do, actually." Mordak said "At least from what I've seen, they all wore fairly distinctive robes, they also used magic to protect themselves, something these people don't seem to be doing, it seems unlikely that they'd be from the same group."
"Hmm, sounds like an interesting bunch." The assassin commented "Still, even if they're not the same group, it might be that they were hired by them, maybe they figured they'd try... hold on, I hear more of them!"
They were coming up the stairs now, three of them, one carried a sword, one an ax, and one, bringing up the rear, held a mystic cannon. The group quickly ascended, the two assassins with melee weapons taking up positions in the front, while the one armed with the mystic cannon followed behind, he fired at Sharon, but missed, the woman ducking, and rolling to the side, bringing up her dagger and sizing up each of the opponents.
The one with the ax came at Gaza, swinging the weapon with great force, the Tylanim barely managed to dodge the deadly strike, the heavy blade sailing dangerously near him.
"Gaza!" Mordak shouted, trying to find a place where he could get a good shot at the Tylanim's attacker, but soon found himself forced against the wall by two shots from the mystic cannon wielded by the assassin in the rear, forcing Gaza to deal with his assassin on his own.
Sharon, meanwhile, was engaged with the one armed with the sword, the way he fought with the weapon indicated an experienced combatant. Each strike was skillful, and yet though the blade seemed to come close to her, it repeatedly missed her.
Visibility in the hallway mostly came from the light shining through the window, and in this, Gaza could clearly make out the form of his opponent, a tan skinned, muscular man with a short beard on his scarred face, the Tylanim did not have time to pay much attention to his companions, as he was busy trying to stay out of the reach of his foe's ax swings, but from the corner of his eye, he did see that Mordak had taken cover in the room they had been in before, and was exchanging fire with his foe, while Sharon continued her dance around the sword user, the Speaker was nowhere to be seen.
The Tylanim quickly brought up his hand, a blast of fire lashing out to burn his enemy, it did not seriously wound him, but caused his face to contort into an expression of pain, which quickly shifted to anger.
The man brought his ax down, but this time, instead of dodging, Gaza put both hands together, and in his mind visualized the glyphs he needed, the same images appearing on his hand, glowing brightly, an inexperienced mage might have had to draw them out by hand, but for Gaza, it was enough to simply think them, and they would form themselves. The assassin's ax suddenly struck an invisible barrier, and then was pushed back with such force that it was knocked out of his hands, its blade embedding itself in the wall behind, the wielder uttering a cry of surprise.
Gaza was already working on a second spell, this one caused a bolt of lightning to strike the man, he fell almost instantly, his body convulsing under the powerful current that passed through him, when the movements stopped, he did not get up again, and Gaza knew for certain that he was dead.
Gaza let out a sigh of relief, and looked around at his other companions. He saw Mordak quickly roll out from cover, his foe firing at him, but the bullet's missed their target, striking the floor and kicking up a cloud of dust above the newly formed hole. The bounty hunter then brought up his mystic cannon, and fired one shot, which struck his foe in his chest, the man screamed, and fell, clutching at his wound.
Sharon, meanwhile, ducked to dodge another swing from her foe, then brought her dagger up, stabbing him in his sword hand, which caused him to let go of the weapon, it feel to the ground with a loud clang. The man screamed, clutching at the bleeding wound, the female assassin reacted quickly, stabbing her dagger into his throat.
"Looks like that's all of them." Mordak said, surveying the scene of the battle, and seeing no enemies that still stood.
The Speaker stepped out of the room shortly afterwards "It does seem that way." He agreed.
"Why didn't you help us there?" Sharon asked, turning her eyes to the prophet.
"I am a Speaker, a guide, not a fighter." He answered "I am not really suited for combat, though I do have ways to defend myself if necessary, I did not think it was necessary to use them in this circumstances."
"Well, we did handle the fight on our own well enough." Mordak commented "And I don't fault you for not wanting to join in, but no matter. I think we should search the bodies, there might be some clue that would lead us to the people who hired these assassins."
"Hmm, not a bad idea, I'd say," Sharon agreed "There's still the matter of my payment, but we can discuss that later, right now, I'd like to learn more about our attackers too."
Gaza did not like this idea, a slight look of disgust coming over his face, he would certainly prefer to just let these bodies lie, but he realized that it seemed like their best chance of learning anything about their enemies at this time, so he voiced no complaints and got to work searching through the bodies along with the others. Even the Speaker silently joined into the unpleasant task.
It took some time, but in the end, it seemed it was Mordak who found something.
"This looks interesting," the orc said, getting to his feet, the others all looking to him.
"What did you find, friend?" Gaza asked, and the bounty hunter smiled, holding out a small piece of paper that looked like it had been folded several times, judging from the lines that ran over it.
"This may well be what we need to find our enemies." They all came over to see what it was that the note said, and when they saw what it said, they understood.
"I think I have a good idea of what our next move should be." The orc said. |
Dog cocked by Wuffdawg | -insert standard copyright stuff and don't read on if your not into this stuff or over 18 stuff here- ok so this is my first story ever and the first one i have posted here so i just want to knwo what people think of it...any comments are greatly appreciated After his transformation into what can | [
"Cock Growth",
"Cock Transformation",
"Hyperphallic",
"M/M",
"Masturbation",
"Sheath",
"Tentacles",
"Transformation",
"Unbirthing",
"Wolf",
"ctf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10034-dog-cocked | \-insert standard copyright stuff and don't read on if your not into this stuff or over 18 stuff here-
ok so this is my first story ever and the first one i have posted here so i just want to knwo what people think of it...any comments are greatly appreciated
After his transformation into what can only be described as a anthro wolf form finished Jeremy stood there in front of Chris, both of them caught in a stunned and dumbfounded silence from what they had both seen and experienced. About 30 seconds passed while Chris looked up and down the subtly muscular frame of what once was his friend before Jeremy broke the silence with, "wow....so, err what do you think?"
"Well I was wondering if it was still really you or whether I was going to end up in shreds all over the floor around about now" replied Chris
"Don't worry I'm not gonna eat you besides why would I you're my best friend" at this point it was obvious that the whole experience was turning Chris on as his once loosely fitting trousers were now tented out in front of him.
"So I take it you like what you see?" said Jeremy after having glanced down at the tent sticking out in front of Chris.
"Of course this is what i fantisise about all the time when i'm getting off" as soon as he'd said this Chris clamped a hand over his mouth and a muffled "uh-oh" could be heard
"Right..." said Jeremy in a way that seemed completely un-fazed by what he had just heard from his friend.
"Yeah, ummm....i was going to tell you cause i kinda suspected that you would like furry and anthro stuff or already did" Chris mumbled something that even Jeremy's new lupine sense of hearing could not distinguish.
"Well i can tell you that your suspicions were right. i do like all that stuff...and...and i must also confess my love of animals and by that i mean that...that i like beastiality" Jeremy confessed to Chris sheepishly
At this Chris stepped towards Jeremy his hand half raised, "Can i?...." Chris equired
Jeremy looked down at Chris' hand and realised what he meant, "yes of course you can i know its not something you'll see everyday." Jeremy Chuckled with some difficulty with his new muzzle in an attempt to lighten the siuation.
Chris stepped close enough to reach out to Jeremy and touch his muzzle before recoiling slightly and realising this wasn't actually a dream. He reached out again except running his hand through the soft black fur covering Jeremy's shoulders, arms and back and down into the thicker white fur on his chest stopping just above his fur covered belly button and only a few inches above Jeremy's sheath.
The two parted standing about 3 feet away from each other and after about a minute; Jeremy looked down slightly at Chris and noticed Chris was staring directly at Jeremy's crotch. Just as Jeremy was about to ask Chris what he was thinking a sudden mix of pain and pleasure hit Jeremy in the crotch causing him to fall backwards onto to the carpeted floor, only just managing to lop-sidedly prop himself up against the sofa he had been standing in front of.
"What's wrong?" asked Chris in a worriedly. "I...don't...know" Jeremy managed to gasp out in between the waves of pain and pleasure.
It did not take long for Chris to realise what was wrong for as he continued to watch his friend writhing about on the floor he also noticed that Jeremy's already ample sheath and balls were growing, and not slowly either. Soon the pain subsided and Jeremy was able to prop himself upright against the sofa again continually overwhelmed by the intense pleasure comign from his swelling genitalia. When he opened his eyes he too saw exactly what was wrong, his sheath had already swollen up so that the opening to it was about half way up his chest and the entire thing was about twice as thick as one of his legs. This wasn't all that had happened his black furry balls had swollen to size of grapefruits and they too looked like they had no intention of stopping. Both Jeremy and Chris could only really watch in shock and awe as Jeremy genitals continued to grow. After a few minutes Jeremy's balls were the firm and rounded size of about 2 basket balls each, their shape in stark relief against his morbidly over stretched sac, and he could feel them churring quietly producing wolf seed by the gallon. His sheath had also continued to grow until the opening was about level with his muzzle and the entire thing was as wide as his torso.
When the strange growth spurt had finished Jeremy leaned round his sheath, which was almost as big as a person, to look at Chris who had by now taken off his trousers and socks and was rubbing his erection through the material of his boxers.
"Well that's a little different" commented Jeremy
"I know but its so hot I just want to come over there and stroke you until your beautiful doggy cock comes out and then I want to stroke that until you cum like never before" said Chris lustfully; his thoughts affected by the large amount of male scent filling the room.
Jeremy was never going to pass up a chance like this, not after having dreamed about it for so long; "Well why don't you" said Jeremy smiling cheekily at Chris With this Chris positively leaped across the room landing on Jeremy's hugely swollen sac and balls before starting to stroke the massive sheath. From almost the moment he started stroking the sheath something was wrong. Instead of beginning to thicken and then the pink tip of Jeremy's lupine cock showing from the moist opening of his sheath the furry skin that covered up his sheath started to appear to move and crawl. Chris was taken aback at first but he didn't really care because he was getting to stroke a sheath that was almost as big as him and it belonged to his best friend, although it is likely the intoxicating scent from Jeremy had something to do with it as well. Jeremy, meanwhile, was lost in pure pleasure, his head back, eyes closed and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as his friend rubbed his entire body against his sheath and hugged it and squeezed it too.
As the sheath started to wriggle and the skin crawl more Chris backed off a bit as he knew something was definitely not right, but it was too late. As soon as he backed away the wriggling stopped dead and to his surprise three tentacle like appendages pushed their way out of the top of Jeremy's sheath with a slurping sound and a wet slithering sound as the slid against each other, although I say tentacles they were shaped like canine cocks except they were longer and has the dexterity of tentacles. Jeremy too was now watching the tentacocks as the came further and further out intertwining with each other and sliding past each other. Once about a metre of tentacock was out of Jeremy's sheath they turned to face Chris and started towards him. Before Chris knew what was happening the three tnetacocks had wrapped them selves around his waist. One slithered over his body towards his mouth where it pushed itself in and a knot swelled so large inside Chris's mouth that he couldn't talk or make any sound at all. The other two went to secure his limbs and strip off the rest of his clothes, one of them tore off his T-Shirt before wrapping itself around his body and both his arms holding them to his sides and the other removed Chris's boxers before wrapping itself around his cock once and then restraining his legs. Jeremy could see Chris was scared but he couldn't respond because the pleasure emanating from the tentacocks was so immense.
Once the tentacocks had secured and gagged Chris they started to lift him into the air and bring him towards the opening of Jeremy's sheath. As they pulled him closer another four tentacocks pushed out of Jeremy's sheath only these didn't approach Chris they just hovered around the opening to the enormous sheath. First to be pulled past the huge sheaths opening was Chris's feet. this was when it became clear what the other four tentacocks were four: they started to spray huge jets of thick, sticky wolf seed onto Chris lubricating him an allowing him to slide in more easily. Once the sheath had pulled Chris in up to his knees the tentacock securing his legs unwrapped itself and made its way towards Chris's ass. It pushed in forcefully penetrating Chris deeply then its huge knot securing it in place. The huge furry sheath continued to suck more of Chris slowly past its opening as it stretched and adapted to the shape of Chris's body always keeping a firm grip on him and continuing to suck him in, his body well lubricated by the huge amounts of wolf seed being deposited onto him. once Chris was in upto his waist and his arms were in to just past his wrists the second of the tentacocks unwrapped itself from Chris's body and disappeared into the Sheath. With this Chris tried to wriggle his way out of the sheath trying to pull one of his arms out but it was no good, his struggles only made the sheath suck him in faster. When he finally gave up he was up to his elbows in the sheath and he could feel the warm moist inside surface of the sheath over most of his body. Finally the tentacock in his mouth shrunk enough to be able to withdraw from his mouth then hovered in front of his face while the sprayed him with lupine seed and disappeared into the sheath.
Jeremy was just able to muster the strength to look at his sheath and saw that it had almost completely consumed Chris.
"Please stop I'm scared" Chris pleaded
"I can help it, I have no control over what's happening" replied Jeremy gasping, short of breath as the pleasure kept washing over him
Chris looked deep into Jeremy's eyes and saw that he was telling the truth, he really couldn't. With one final motion the huge sheath pulled Chris in so that the opening closed around his neck and only Chris's head was outside the sheath.
"You have no idea how good having you in there feels" comented Jeremy
"Please let me out, i'm scared, i really am" replied Chris
Chris however had spoken to soon the huge sheath had other plans for him. Three of the remaing four tentacocks sprayed chris head with their seed and slid back in past his neck as the fourth approached his mouth again. It forced its way in a knoted inside his mouth again just as it and the tentacock up Chris's ass started to fill him with Jeremy's seed in one continous stream. They continued for about 2 minutes causing Chris's belly to distend out with the sheath his shape visible from the outside now. Finally the two cocks shrunk and slid out of Chris and dissappeared into the sheath leaving cum dribbling from Chris's mouth and ass. As Chris was held there by the sheath he felt some tube like thing start to slide up and over his entire body within the sheath. Pretty soon his limbs started to go numb, well not really numb but they felt as if they were all imobilised and he couldn't move them at all. The tube continued to slide up his body eventually ending around his neck and then tightening around his body until skin tight although it went past skin tight and felt as if it was becoming part of him. After it had finished Chris felt a strange sensation all over his body that felt like a pressure building, like he was being filled up with something. Sure enough as the feeling continued he started to slide out of the sheath again only this time it felt a lot smoother than before. Jeremy watched as his friend slid from his sheath. When Chris realised he wasn't sliding out of the sheath anymore he looked down to see why he couldn't move anything. That's when he realised what had happened, as he looked down at himself all he saw was th deep red vaguely rounded shaft of a wolf cock, he couldn't believe it he was being transformed into a wolf cock! After a minute or two the pressure inside Chris started to fade and he slid back into the sheath only this time the sheath didn't top at his neck it pulled him all the way in so it could finish the job it had started. Once completely inside the sheath Chris knew what was coming next as the familiar feeling of something sliding up his body returned only this time he felt it is envelop his head. While the tube started to contract Chris head and neck also started to change, they both started expanding and changing into the space left by the contracting tube. Once the two met they joined, the tube becoming part of Chris's skin and then it was complete, Chris had been transformed into a huge, throbbing, red wolf cock and he liked it. Once again the feeling of pressure returned and Chris slowly slid from Jeremy's sheath into the air although this time he could only feel and as he had lost his own senses of smell, hearing and sight but what he found is that he was able to see, hear and smell through Jeremy. He could see himself as a cock all 6 foot and 5 inches of him and at the top the blunt head that his own head and neck had been tranformed into.
Jeremy looked at the huge shaft that had been his friend and could feel as if the two of them were connected the need to touch the huge cock. He held himself back for a bit and instead admired what Chris had become. "Your the most amazing cock anyone could ask for, you beautiful" he said to Chris and Chris replied by send another batch of pleasure straight into Jeremy. Jeremy gave in and started to gently touch Chris, as he did so the sensation was 10 times more pleasurable than anything he'd ever felt which only drove him to reach up with both his paws and start stroking the huge shaft that was his best friend.
Pretty soon the pleasure was getting too much for Jeremy as pre jetted out of the tip of his cock like he was cumming drenching his fur and his knot was slowly swelling to a stupid size, but the pleasure kept coming, wave after wave of it. After a couple more strokes Jeremy lost it, his huge sac pulled his even bigger balls as close as was possible to him and his knot grew big enough to be the diameter of a spare truck tyre before an almost continuous stream of cum started flowing form his cock into the air before landing back on himself and the floor. He continued spewing cum from his cock like this for about thirty seconds in which time he was completely covered and his fur sodden with the rich, hot, thick lupine cum from head to toe. Jeremy gasped for breath and went light headed as the pleasure tsunami had almost knocked him out.
He lay there in the huge pool of cum on the floor getting his breath back then remembered about Chris and wondered how that felt to him. By the time he had enough strength to sit up again his knot had deflated and Chris was sliding back into his sheath so he leaned forward and kissed the huge cock head and pushed his tongue intot the cumslit on top. "now i know for myself that you are the most amazing cock any wolf could ask for!" said Jeremy kissing and licking the shaft as it slid back into his sheath. after abouts 5 minutes something else started to happen as Jeremy looked at his sheath he noticed that it was wriggling in a similar manner to how it did before except the shape inside was a lot more pronounced. As he watched closer he saw details which looked like footpaws and handpaws pressing against the inside of his sheath. Then just as he was about to act the un supported part of his huge sheath flopped onto his sac and lay between his balls. He continued to watch closely until a big gush of wolf cum came from the opening of his sheath then he saw what looked like a paw force its way out to, then another paw and arms and before Jeremy knew what was happening a beautiful looking, cum soaked anthro wolf came out of his sheath with a loud slurp.
The wolf stayed lying in the cum as he coughed a couple of times. Jeremy watched as the wolf slowly started to look at itself and then its head turned to wards Jeremy and a relieveied expression spread across its face.
"Hi" the new wolf said
"Chris? Is that you?" Jeremy Queered, the only clue of who it was being given by his voice
"The one and only"
"Wow, thank god your ok" said Jeremy excitedly, "now cum over here so i can get a better look at you" |
The Crown of The Claws by Mr. Anderson | "The Crown Of The Claws" --- I would like to thank my friend Nicker for helping me with writing this story. --- -Chapter 01- I was coming home from long day of work. I got of my car and went to the front door, and found a letter in the mailbox. I took the letter out of the box and unlocked the door. | [
"Human",
"Leopard",
"M/F",
"No-Yiff",
"Story Series"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5151-the-crown-of-the-claws | "The Crown Of The Claws"
---
I would like to thank my friend Nicker for helping me with writing this story.
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\-Chapter 01-
I was coming home from long day of work. I got of my car and went to the front door, and found a letter in the mailbox. I took the letter out of the box and unlocked the door. I got my shoes and coat off, and looked at the letter. I was wondering who it was from because I had no bills to pay, or friends that lived very far. So I opened it and read what was inside. It said 'We need you to help us!' it sounded like some kind of thing to join the war. I can tell you right now I was not going to join. So I just threw it in the trash, and went to get a nice shower and get ready for bed. I got out of the shower and got a pair of boxers out of my dresser and went straight to bed.
When I woke up I looked at the clock. It was 9:30am. I got off my bed, put on some pants and went out on the porch to say good morning to those who walked by. When I got out I noticed another letter in the mailbox. But the post offices are closed on Sundays. So I took it in and read it. It said the same damn thing. So I did the same to this one as I did the last one.
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It was going on about 11:00 and I was getting tired of eating cereals that my mother was bringing almost every day. I decided to go to Mike's cafe and eat something there. So I got in my car and drove to the cafe. When I got back home I saw that damn letter in the mailbox again. This time I got very pissed. I just took the letter and threw it in the trash, along with the others. For the rest of the day I watched TV. I must have fallen asleep while watching it.
I looked at the clock and it was showing 4:20. Two hours and ten minutes till I have to go to work.
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At work was strange because Dirick came in my office and said that I must have been having some fun with some ladies because there was someone on the phone.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"I don't know, it's some girl asking for you Brad. I think you have been holding out on me with the Ladies, haven't you."
"No I have not held anything from you." I said
"Well ok I guess, but she is waiting for you."
I went and picked up the phone at the front desk and in the earphone I heard a soft voice. "Is this Mr. Anderson?" the voice asked.
"Yes this is he, may I ask who is calling and how can I help you me'am?" I asked
"I just wanted to know have you thought about coming to help us?"
"Help you, with what? Wait, have you been putting...?"
"The letters in that thing you call a mailbox? Yes." she interrupted.
"Well what is it that you need me for?"
"We need your help... well... I can't talk right now, because someone may be eavesdropping us. I'll meet you at your house."
"Hey wait!" [click] I looked at Dirick. "She hung up on me and I didn't even get her name."
"You've been going out with someone and you don't know her name? What kind of boyfriend are you?" Dirick shouted
"I have not gone out with anyone." I told him
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What did she want?"
"All she said was 'we need your help'." "I don't know what that means." I looked at the clock. It was 4:45pm. Then I looked around the shop to see if there is still someone in. I didn't see no-one so I went home. I told Dirick, I'll see him tomorrow. I got in my car and drove home.
When I got home I noticed the front door were opened so I got out of my car and run inside to find the robber. When I got in there I went to the living room and saw that nothing was moved. So I sat down on the couch for a moment until I herd that same cute and soft voice. "So this is the mighty Mr. Anderson."
I shot up and turned around to find two figures standing in front of me. "Who are you?" I demanded and the shape walk out of the shadow. I saw two cat like creatures standing before me. One that look like a leopard and the other looked like a lion and cheetah in one. He told me to bow before his majesty.
Thinking that my friends were playing a joke, I did as I was told and said "It's a little to early for Halloween, is it not?"
The lion-cheetah asked "What is this Halloween you are talking about?"
"So you're playing along" I thought "Well, Halloween is when kids and some adults dress up as ghosts, goblins and other kind of things like that, and they go to someone's house that has the lights on. They have big bags with them so when the the house owner opens, he can give them candies. Then they go to another house to get more candies."
"Candies?" asked the leopard.
I got up, went to candy jar, got one gob-stopper to give her.
She was about to reach for it but the lion-cheetah said "Your highness, you should not try it. It might be poisoned or cursed."
Then she said something that I did not understand. "He is the one that can change everything in our world. Also someone like he would never hurt me or anyone in my kingdom."
"Yes, your highness, I understand." and he lowered his head with respect. "Although as your personal guard I'm going to look after you one way or another no matter the costs."
I looked at the leopard. "So, are you a queen?" I asked a bit ironically while giving her the gob-stopper.
"No, I'm a princess. My name is princess Rhu." and I gave her the candy.
The leopard princess put the gob-stopper in her mouth. I told her not to sallow, but just let it set in her mouth and it will melt away. I went back and got another one to give it the lion-cheetah, but he looked at me like was about to cut off my head.
"So, you are her guard or something?" I asked looking at him
"Yes, I am the guard of princess Rhu." he said with an irritated voice.
After that I know that these were not my friends, but someone other then them, so I got kind of scared. I tried to not let them notice that, but it was kind of hard.
Finally the princess finished her candy and said that it was good. Then she asked me if she may have another one?
As she pleased I gave her the one that was destined for her guard. After she was done, she asked if I was ready to go.
"Ready to go where?" I asked.
"To our world of course." princess Rhu answered.
"To your world? How are we suppose to get there?" I asked
"Through a tunnel that is just right behind your house."
"Your highness..." the guard interrupted. "... We must be going now. The tunnel is going to close soon, so you will have to talk on the other side ok."
"Very well then." the leopard answered. "Come with us to our word Mr. Anderson."
"Wait, can I bring some of my things?"
"Yes you may, but hurry please." the princess looked at me.
"Alright." so I took my overcoat and for some reason three set of clothes and a NAVY one that had some more stuff in it. Then I went with the princess not even locking the door. I had no idea what the whole thing was about, but hell... it was about to be an adventure and getting away from work for a while.
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We went out behind my house and a little in the woods, and then we came to a little round mirror that had some kind of jelly stuff in it and I saw a field.
"Is this where we go?" I asked.
"Yes, this is the portal." the princess answered.
The guard told me to go first. I was kind of scared because I did not know what might happen when I go through.
"What, do I just walk through it?" I asked.
"Yes." the princess answered.
So I walked through I felt kind of strange, because there was a lot of pressure on my body. When I got to the other side it stopped. Then the princess and the guard came through next. I looked around the meadow.
"So how far is your castle from here?" I looked at the leopard.
"It's just over that hill and you will see it." she said.
So we walked to the hill and something just came to me.
"Princess, how did you put those letters in my mailbox with off being seen?" I asked.
"This is how." she answered.
She showed me a necklace that had a bluish-purple marble on it.
"This is called an appearance bead, there are others but this one is every rare." she said.
"An appearance bead? What does it do?" I asked
"Well it will change the way you look. All you have to do is put it on and you can change in to simple things like a human into us felines or some other thing like that."
"So if I put one on and want to change in to a dragon I could?"
"No, it won't let any big changes like that just little thing."
"So what did you change in to?" I asked.
"Me? Well I just changed into a female human and Brom changed..."
She stopped and started to laugh.
"...He changed in to a baby in a carriage." she laughed.
"Brom? Who is that." I asked.
The princess pointed to the guard that was leading us. I then asked her something and her answer just ripped me apart.
"So when would I be able to go back?" I asked her.
"I'm sorry but you can't go back, because the portal is closed." Rhu said
I then looked behind us to see the portal was gone.
"Will it open again?" I asked with a worried voice.
"No, not for next 40 to 60 years, I did not want to tell you before because I was afraid that you would not come with us. I'm very sorry Brad." she said.
And she walked ahead with her guard. I was beginning to cry, because I would not see all my friends and my mother never ever again.
"Stop crying. We don't want do embarrass the princess. Her father sent her to get the mighty Mr. Anderson not some bawling kitten." the guard said angrily
"I'm sorry but it's just..." I said while crying.
"Brom let him be, he's just crying because he will never see anyone from his world." Rhu told the guard
"Yes your highness." the guard answered.
When we got to the top of the hill I looked down and I saw the biggest castle I have ever seen. For real it was the only one I've ever seen. It looked like one that was from Rome. We walked down the hill and half way down I saw two lion boies, I guess that not older then six, wrestling in the grass. One of the boys saw us, stood up, turned and ran to the castle yelling "They're back! They're back!"
When we finally came to the castle gate and Brom went up to it and gave two big bangs, a second later a little window opened on the door, I could not see what it was because Brom was blocking my view.
"Princess, you're back! Quick open the doors and let them in!" said the voice behind the door.
We went through the gate.
"My lady it's good to have you back safe and sound." said a fat small tiger.
"Thank you Randal." Rhu answered.
"So is this the one?" the tiger asked.
"Yes, this is Mr. Brad Anderson."
Then a small leopard boy, I'd say about 12 years old, came up to us, told the princess something and ran off.
"Princess may I ask who was that?"
"That little one? He is my brother."
"May I ask what is his name?"
"His name is Dalan, he..."
"Your majesty, we need to find your father." Brom said while looking at me.
"Alright."
Brom led us in the main hall of the castle and in front of us was a little flight of stairs that ended with what I guess was the king.
"Get on your knees boy." Brom whispered to me.
"Boy?" I thought. Because I didn't want to be rude I got on one knee.
Rhu went up to the big leopard and he said he was glad to see her beautiful face again.
"So I suppose this is him?" he said looking at Rhu.
"Yes, he is the one. Father."
"Good. Later we'll make a feast in his honor, but until then I think he may want to rest for a while so, Rhu my dear take him to his room."
"Yes father." she said while walking down to me.
I got up and fallowed her and Brom. We were walking trough a long corridor and then we approached a fight of stairs. We went up and we walked across a balcony that looked over a beautiful forest; plain and I saw a lake that was reddish from the setting sun.
"If you want I can show you that lake tomorrow." Rhu said when she noticed that I was looking at it.
"I would love to."
Then shortly after, we came to a door, the princess turned around and told me that I get some rest and she will come and get me when it's time to eat. Then she and Brom left. I went in to the room and I felt like the king myself. It saw a big bed, a beautiful blue marble flooring, and on the wall I saw a picture of the princess, I guess when she was very young, I'd say about the same age her brother is now. She looked very beautiful in her white dress. I sat down on the bed and looked at all the stuff I brought. I found my CD player and head phones and sixteen batteries to it. I also brought a pack of baseball cards which I collected when I was a kid. The last thing I took out really broke me into tears, I found a photo of my dad when he was in the air force standing by an AV-8 HARRIER; his favorite model out of all the fighter jets. With my eyes full of tears I laid on the bed and fallen asleep.
\-End of Chapter 01- |
A Rainy Night in the Ghostlands by Solusar | This is the first story that I ever put up on the internet. It was posted on FurAffinity back in February 2008. Looking back on it, I can tell I was a virgin when I wrote this story because I had no idea how to write sex scenes. Just as an artist must look back at his or her older works and cringe | [
"Blood Elf",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Elf",
"M/M",
"Tauren",
"Vore (soft)",
"World of Warcraft"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463938-a-rainy-night-in-the-ghostlands | **A RAINY NIGHT IN THE GHOSTLANDS**
Diamid trudged along the muddy dirt roads of the Ghostlands with one hand shielding his eyes while the other held the two ends of his robes together. The wind was cold as it rushed through the forest, carrying with it the rain that fell mercilessly from the skies above. The young blood elf had long ago stopped caring about the dryness of his clothes and hair; the torrential rain had drenched him from head to toe within minutes of its starting. His boots rhythmically squished as he walked, the mud threatening to grab hold of his woolen shoes and trip him with each step that he took. He cursed himself for being out here with every cold, wet breath that he took. Diamid knew all too well how dangerous the roaming undead had made this once-peaceful forest, and the storm only made it that much worse.
The young blood elf stumbled suddenly as one of his shoes became trapped in the mud, but luckily he was able to regain his balance before he fell over. "Come on . . ." He grumbled to himself. "Give me a break. I'll take anything at this point." Just then, Diamid spotted something in the distance - a small glimmer of light. The male smiled faintly; it seemed as though his prayers had been answered. As he walked in the direction of the light, he began to realize that it was coming from a small cave-like structure. "What luck! I would have settled for a torn up tent!"
He rushed towards the cave, careful not to trip or let his guard down; out here, the moment that he stopped paying attention would be the moment that he would meet his end. Diamid slowed when he reached the mouth of the cavern, looking inside warily. To his surprise, the being that he found by the fire was a lot larger than he had expected. His eyes opened wide as he saw the large, fur-covered bull-man sitting on a rock. *What is a tauren doing in the Ghostlands?* Diamid thought to himself in bewilderment.
Even sitting down, the creature was taller than Diamid by several inches. The tauren wore a leather kilt around its lower half and a loose, sleeveless leather vest that was laced with dozens of beads. Two thick braids of hair draped over his hunched back and over his shoulders, with a third braid growing from the end of his muzzle. Diamid gulped nervously at the brown-furred beast; even though the tauren and blood elves were allied under the common banner of the Horde, he had never before met one, and knew little of how they dealt with strangers.
Just as he had worked up enough courage to make his presence known, the tauren's deep, guttural voice broke the relative silence. "Greetings, fellow traveler." He said, turning his head towards the mouth of the cave. If Diamid had to guess, he would say that the tauren was wearing a faint smile. "Please do come inside. It is dreadful out there."
Hesitantly at first, the blood elf edged his way into the cavern, water dripping from his hair and clothes onto the stone floor. "T--thanks." He managed to say, only sounding a little intimidated.
"I see I am not the only one fortunate enough to find this safe haven." The bull said, ignoring the wavering tone of the short, slender elf. The blonde hair of this furless creature contrasted well with his pink skin, or so the tauren thought. Like all blood elves, his eyes glowed a soft shade of green. "I am called Ahanu. What is your name, young traveler?"
"D--Diamid. My name is Diamid." He replied, slowly walking closer to the fire. "May I ask what you're doing here? In the Ghostlands, I mean. We're a little far from Thunder Bluff."
Ahanu chuckled quietly. "Please, come sit by the fire and warm up." He offered, ignoring the elf's question. Diamid did as he was asked, sitting down on a small rock on the opposite side of the fire from Ahanu. "I have made this arduous journey from my homelands for a friend of mine, who is a blacksmith in Silvermoon."
"Ah, I see." Diamid replied, holding his hands out by the fire for warmth. "I was on my way to Tranquilien, one of our outposts on the border of the undead lands, before I became lost in the rain." The blood elf shivered beside the fire.
"Come here," Ahanu asked gently, reaching into a large knapsack beside him. "I have something that will help you warm yourself." He said, producing a blanket moments later.
Diamid had to consider for only a moment before he got up and walked over to the generous tauren. Large three-fingered hands wrapped the warm, dry blanket over the blood elf, who quickly began to feel his shivers subside. "T--thank you." He said gratefully, turning to head back towards his spot on the other side of the fire.
"If you would like, you can sit here by me so that we may keep one another warm." Ahanu stated, his tone radiating innocence.
The elf gave the other male an odd look. For a moment he considered turning down the offer, but after all, he had just kindly given him a blanket to dry off with. "All right." He replied, albeit a little hesitantly, and began walking back over to the sitting bull. The rock on which Ahanu sat was the only dry spot around, and so the tauren moved over a bit so that Diamid could sit beside him.
Diamid could feel the heat rolling off the fur-covered male almost instantly, and oddly, he found the warmth comforting. In spite of what he had heard, the tauren did not smell bad, and might have actually had a pleasant scent if his fur weren't still a little damp. Diamid couldn't help but stare at the difference between their legs; even though they were covered by his leather kilt, the elf could clearly see the outline of Ahanu's thick limbs. The tauren's legs were easily twice as large as Diamid's, and practically radiated with power and strength. Only a small bit of hair was visible where the kilt ended and his cloven hooves began. *I wonder what that fur feels like.* The stray thought appeared in his wandering mind. *It looks soft but it's so thick.* Diamid shook his head, realizing that he was becoming a little turned on by the creature. He blushed a little, tucking his reddening face into the blanket.
A moment later, Diamid sensed the tauren's eyes on him. The elf tried to ignore the gaze, but it wasn't long before something else caught his attention: there was a rather large tent growing in Ahanu's kilt. Diamid stared in surprise at the size of the bulge in the tauren's coverings. "I--I'm sorry . . . I don't know what has come over me. " The creature apologized, trying to hide his arousal. "Perhaps this idea was not one of my b--"
"No, it's okay." The elf interrupted. For reasons that he could not explain, he turned himself toward Ahanu and opened up the blanket, revealing a similar, smaller rise in his robe. "You're not the only one who's a little . . . stirred up." He said, looking away embarrassedly; if his face was only a little red before, it was beet red by now.
Ahanu raised an eyebrow at the scene. "Oh, my." He uttered, feeling a little more comfortable. "How do--How do you suppose we remedy this situation?"
Diamid smiled faintly before he got up onto his knees, where he leaned on the tauren and gave him a small kiss on the side of his muzzle. "I've got a few ideas." Ahanu smirked at the blood elf and returned the favor, giving him a small kiss on his lips. Because of their difference in size, Ahanu had to be cautious not to use his whole mouth, lest he find the elf's head in his muzzle. *I will have to wait a little while longer before I do* that. The tauren thought darkly to himself.
Diamid, unsuspecting of the tauren's plans, straddled the bull and began removing his still-damp clothes. All the while, the two males gently kissed one another, growing more and more impassioned with each touch of their lips. Ahanu lowered his kilt as Diamid pulled off his robe. The tauren's beaded vest was removed and the elf's shoes and leggings were shuffled off. Flesh and fur brushed against one another as their bodies grinded together, both males quickly reaching the peak of their arousal.
Finally, the two broke their lip lock, and Ahanu watched as the elf began to leave a trail of kisses down the tauren's furry chest. The other's thick malehood throbbed against Diamid's chest as he slowly worked his way down the torso, enjoying the feeling of the creature's thick hair against his lips along the way. Ahanu uttered a few pleasured, guttural groans as the other male tended to his body, gently brushing his enormous hand down the other's back as the elf worked his way to his lower regions.
Diamid couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he got his first good look at the throbbing, fleshy shaft. It was fairly obvious that his mouth was not going to be able to fit the tauren's malehood inside, and so he decided that his tongue alone would have to make due. Ahanu's body stiffened as he felt Diamid's warm, wet tongue touch his shaft and begin to slide along its length. The pleasured groan that the bull released spurred Diamid on as he slickened his arousal with saliva. Ahanu's body writhed and shuddered with each pass of the elf's tongue, causing him to pant harder and harder. A huge, gentle hand rested upon Diamid's head as he worked his tongue over the tauren's malehood, assuring him that the bull was pleased with his work. After several minutes, just before he felt himself on the verge of climax, the tauren cried out. "S--stop. Not--not yet."
The elf did as he was asked, smiling at the breathless bull as he savored the last little tastes of the pre he had given him. "Did you like that?" Diamid asked with a smile, already knowing the answer.
Ahanu nodded, taking a deep, relaxing breath. "Yes . . . you're very talented with that tongue of yours." Diamid's smile grew wider. "I think it's my turn now. Are you ready?" The tauren asked suggestively.
The blood elf's body practically quivered with excitement. Diamid said nothing as he got back up and climbed on top of the other male, wearing a wide, eager grin. The bull was hardly phased by the weight of the elf's body as he climbed up on him and positioned himself for what was to come. "Careful." Ahanu said as he held his shaft still so that Diamid could lower himself onto it. The elf shuddered quietly as the malehood parted his rear and pressed up against the puckered entrance. Gently, he lowered more of his weight onto Ahanu's arousal, forcing the hole open. Both males groaned loudly as their bodies pushed into one another, pleasure washing over them in strong, steady waves.
Diamid panted heavily as he stopped to gather himself. A small amount of pain radiated from his backside, but it was slowing subsiding and before long he felt he was ready to begin again. The elf took in a deep breath as he began to lift himself up off the fleshy shaft, and exhaled slowly as he lowered himself back down. Pain gave way for pleasure as his body grew accustomed to the rod inside it, and Diamid started to pick up speed.
Ahanu began moaning louder as the blood elf worked himself faster and faster, the sensations rippling out from his lower regions growing more intense by the second. The tauren's huge hands wandered over Diamid's chest as the elf thrust himself on Ahanu's shaft. Their groans became louder and more impassioned with each passing second, the sensations building inside of them growing and growing. Ahanu managed to moan a long, incoherent warning to his mate just seconds before his body tensed up and a giant surge traveled up his fleshy staff, erupting inside Diamid, gushing hot semen into his rear. The smaller male was not far behind the tauren, and he, too, quickly came to a climax that sent letters of seed all over his mate's furry body.
Diamid slumped down on the still-spasming shaft, exhausted. A few moments passed as the two males recovered. The elf remained slouched over with his eyes closed as he panted heavily while Ahanu lay flat on his back with a large smile on his face. The smile soon contorted into something darker and more devilish, and the tauren began to sit up, knowing that he could not afford wait much longer. Ahanu licked his lips quietly as his eyes rested on the exhausted elf, bringing his face closer to the unsuspecting male's head. His muzzle opened wide as the distance between their faces disappeared, revealing a cavernous maw with many short, flat teeth. Diamid looked up just in time to see the tunnel of darkness come down on his head, his eyes widening with surprise as his face was pushed up against the bull's slick tongue.
"Ahanu?! What--what are you doing?!" Diamid demanded as he tried to pull his head free, but his efforts were met with no success. Ahanu ignored the blood elf as he opened his jaws up a little more so that he could engulf the Diamid's shoulders. The shorter male's face was forced to the back of the mouth, where he looked down and saw little else but darkness and the glistening, saliva-covered walls of Ahanu's throat. "Is this some kind of strange tauren kiss?! Please, let me go! You're scaring me!" The elf pleaded as he continued to struggle, hoping that this was all a misunderstanding.
The tauren had indeed heard the other male's begging, but he knew that his hunger would be satiated until his belly was full. He grabbed a hold of the elf's rear with his two giant hands and pushed forward, thrusting his soon-to-be meal deeper inside. Diamid's arms became useless, pinned to his sides as most of his torso was drawn into his devourer's mouth. A moist sucking noise was made as the fleshy rod left Diamid's rear, followed by the sound of the bull's seed dripping from the enlarged hole onto Ahanu's chest. The elf's legs flailed in the air as he tried to find something to center himself on, but in the end all he succeeded in doing was making the tauren hungrier.
The elf's head slid into Ahanu's chest, creating a bulge in his torso that wriggled as his meal struggled hopelessly for freedom. Already Diamid could faintly hear the bull's heart beating and hungry stomach growling, the foreboding sounds spurring him to fight harder. Ahanu easily ignored the futile struggles as he began lapping up the sweet sweat that covered his meal's skin. The tauren gave swallow after swallow as his tongue explored Diamid's body, pulling his meal further inside. The fleshy muscle traced the lines on Diamid's chest, slowly working its way down to his belly button, where Ahanu discovered a hidden pocket of flavor.
With a grunt, Ahanu raised his head up to the sky and opened his jaws wider. Diamid felt the moist walls of the bull's throat rub against his skin as more of his body entered the cavernous maw. Now came the part that Ahanu enjoyed the most. He led his tongue down his meal's torso, lapping up the few drips of semen that clung to his still-hard shaft. Soon, when all of the flavor was gone from the elf's arousal, he guided the fleshy muscle between the other male's legs and parted his cheeks. Ahanu's eyes fell shut as he got a taste of the elf's body mixed with his own semen, the combined flavors driving him wild. Despite himself, Diamid began moaning in the slippery darkness of the bull's gullet, the sensations rippling from his lower regions simply too powerful to ignore.
The bulge in Ahanu's chest had grown a bit, now depicting the shape of his meal's torso while the mound that portrayed his head had all but vanished into his thick abdomen. Diamid couldn't see anything as his head slid deeper into the bull, still writing in ecstasy. He certainly did not know that he was so close to the fleshy gateway to his stomach until his face pushed up against it. The pucker gave way with ease and allowed him entry into the sac, where he was met with stale air and the sounds of an empty, gurgling stomach.
With nearly all the flavor gone from the blood elf's rear, Ahanu opened his jaws once again allows his meal's squirming to aid him. With gravity working against him, the struggling elf worked his way deeper inside the tauren, unknowing that his futile attempts at freedom were only bring himself closer to his destination. Slowly and steadily, his legs slid into the ravenous maw as the bull began to caress the bulge forming in his gut. It wasn't long before all that could be seen of Diamid was a pair of kicking feet sticking out of Ahanu's mouth. The bull toyed with the elf's soft feet for a few moments before taking a single finger and pushing them inside. "Please don't do this! I'll do anything you want! I'll be your slave! Please don't do this!" Diamid cried from inside the growing sac, his muffled voice barely reaching Ahanu's ears. The bull answered his pleas by closing his muzzle and giving a final, condemning gulp.
Ahanu let out a long, contented sigh as he looked down at himself, watching and feeling his meal descend into his growing belly. Slowly, the last of the elf slid into his stomach and the bulge soon reached its full size. He rubbed over his enlarged gut with one hand, loving the feeling of the squirming meal inside him. Diamid grunted as he tried to right himself in the tight, fleshy confines. In the darkness, his hands felt along the walls of the sac in a desperate effort to find a way out, but the ring had closed tight around him, preventing his escape. Finally giving in to his frustration and fear, the elf began pounding at the stomach walls.
Ahanu groaned as he stared admiringly at the moving bulge, patting it gently. The tauren laid back on the rock, helping him fight the urge to release all the air in his stomach; he wished to let his meal continue struggling as long as he could. "And here I was convinced that I would have to wait out the storm before I could eat." Ahanu said in an amused tone as he watched the movement in his enlarged gut slowly begin to die down. Diamid could feel the air beginning to thin and his strength begin to wane. Eventually, the elf became too tired to keep fighting, and was lulled into a deep, deep sleep.
END |
Chapter 6: Bathtime by TheFurryAngel | #6 of The Gilded Suburb - Preface: You all know the deal. Under 18 are not admitted here. Look out for sexual content, swearing, and gay stuff. Please leave helpful comments and if you think its plot, it probably is (I'm a writer I don't write stuff just for the fun of it, I write because of an | [
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Chapter 6: Bath time!
Raymond slept upstairs, the depressant effects of alcohol clouding his memory and dreams. Below Blake stood in front of a mirror shaking and sweating. His intestines squirmed uncomfortably as he relived the past half hour. The feel of Ray's ass caused a fresh spike of pain in Blake's midsection, the warmth and the tightness, drawing out every drop of wolf seed. Blake shuddered and clutched the sink for support. (Don't think about it) When Norma got back he would fuck her, fuck her hard and reassert himself. The twitching wolf curled up in the master bed, dozing into a fitful sleep.
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The storm wore itself out and by 3 the last showers were sprinkling. Mort stared at the sky, the clouds receding and letting pure sunlight through. His thoughts moved back to Justin, the lab's smooth coat, his rough grasp, his musk clouding Mort's senses, dark, primal, masculine- "Uh, Mort?" (Wha? Oh, Tobias. Forgot you were there man) The tiger turned from his position on the couch over to the wolf. "Thanks, thanks for coming over." "Anytime man." The tiger smiled and Tobias had to grab the table to keep his knees from failing him. Tobias slipped the dishes into the dishwasher and Mort picked up his coat from the hooks. "Thanks for lunch man, call me dude. I'm usually at the gym over the summer. You should come with; we can talk about the books and work out." Images of Mort, lifting weights and grunting as he sweated, creeped into T's mind. Mort left with a soft click of the door and Tobias stood there, trying to ignore his hardening wolf cock. Mortecai drove back to his house, parents weren't home (Where the hell are they. Mom got a patient?) so he changed into his gym shorts and T-shirt and left for the gym. Mort pulled out his membership card and swiped it at the door, with an electronic beep it opened for him and padded to the left for the weights. Pausing on one of the mats Mort stretched, his broad back and shoulders twisting and flexing, his legs straining and pulling the muscles and tendons tight. When he was suitably loose Mort looked over the dumbbells. A familiar scent caught him. Justin walked up behind him and casually picked up one of the metal weights, he winked at Justin before sitting down on a bench to work his biceps. Mort tried not to look at the Labrador; this was going to be an enjoyable workout.
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Tobias looked at the calendar on the wall, it was early June now and senior year didn't start till late August. The hell else was he gonna do? (Might as well workout with Mort, damn, might even get to shower with him!) Tobias sat down in the same couch as Mort; it was still was and smelled like Mort and his fur. The wolf put his nose against the fabric and took a deep heady whiff, savoring the sweet scent of tiger. He pulled a book (Only 2 more books on the list) from his jacket and began reading, the warmth of his coat and the pleasing aroma of Mort soothed him and the soporific effect of Hemingway lulled him off to dreams.
Sweating heavily and panting, Mort unlocked his locker and pulled out his towel. Justin licked the furry orange ear and Mort's muscles locked up, "See you in the shower, tiger." Justin sauntered off and Mort started sweating again (Damnit, in public?) but not from the workout. Grabbing some shorts the tiger stepped passed the other row of lockers and into the shower room. Despite the time it was empty and near silent. The gentle splash of the water echoed around the tiled room like whispers in a mausoleum. Nervously Mort padded up next Justin, the Lab pulled his lover in a kiss. While the tiger was distracted Justin slid his foot behind Mort's and jerked, tripping the fur. Mort's reflexes kicked in and he caught himself before he hit the floor and Justin kneeled, forcing his stiffening meat into Mort's mouth. Gagging slightly out of surprise Mort tried to suck as rhythmically as possible but it became difficult as Justin moved his hips faster and fucked his face. "Mmmm, easy with the teeth babe. Swallow that dick." Justin crooned softly as Mort ran his tongue up the canine's blood swollen organ. Justin swung a thick leg over the tiger's head and forced his meat down Mortecai's jaws again. Leaning forward into a 69 position with the dog on top Justin ran a warm tongue over Mort's sheath, coaxing the shaft out. He caressed the large orange balls and slowly deep throated the barbed cock, savoring the sweet salty taste of pre as it leaked out. Without realizing it Mort began purring again and the soft vibrations of his chest made Justin's stomach tremble in pleasure. The Lab's knot swelled up and it got progressively harder for Mort to fit him into his mouth until he could only run his papillae covered tongue over the knot and surrounding flesh. Mort shuddered as his waist muscles clenched. Justin forced Mort's stiff member into his greedy maw as the tiger came. Hot sticky streams coated the Lab's mouth as he tried to swallow but choked as the juicy goodness dripped out of his muzzle. As Justin stood up he grunted and orgasmed, the slick white cream splattered across Mort's face and ran down his cheeks and chin in thick waves. Panting the Labrador hoisted his lover to his knees and kissed him. "Damn you're a good fuck," Justin ran his tongue across Mort's muzzle, licking up his own cum. Mort felt like his arms were full of lead as he knelt there in the shower, the steam twisting around him like phantasmal cloth and Justin left, his ass moving fluidly and his tail wagging happily. (T-thanks Justin!)
Tobias felt his limbs melting, licks of frost bit at his face and his bones seemed to twist and crack. The scene dissolved into blackness and the harsh laugh echoed in his skull, it scraped across his brain, leaving marks that burned and bled. He shivered and wept but he felt naked and weightless in the darkness. Then it began squeezing him, choking and gagging him. The emptiness pushed against his body and forced him into awkward shapers. His ribs buckled under the strain and teeth drew across his thighs. Tobias tried to yelp but needles and metal wire were stitching his mouth closed, he could taste the coppery bitterness of blood. Mirrors danced around him and reflections of his body leered back at him. The glasses drew closer and the false Tobias's reached out from their surfaces. They wrapped their arms around his throat. He struggled but their limbs shifted into snakes. The twisting and writing serpents pulled tighter. T grew dizzy, red and yellow spots flashed in his vision. Mort stood there. Staring into the absent horizon. (Help Mort, please!) The tiger shifted his weight onto the other foot, Justin took Mort's hand and they disappeared. Tobias's head came off in a wet, sickening rip. Fire consumed everything in blast of golden fury.
Damnit, my hair keeps getting the way and I can't see. \>.\> Chapter 6 is down Chapter 7 is in production. Serious twist in the next chapter that will alter several characters. Yiff yiff! Let's roll! |
OSOD- The Begining by Sweet_Deception | The air was thick and smelled like the fumes of a burning oil. Thadious left his modest home on Maple Drive and grimanced slightly at the pollutant smell that greeted his senses. Digging into his pockets the rice rat pulled out a comb and brushed his sandy chestnut pelt. On his left hand he lit his | [
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The Police Department hadn't changed either, many rushing off to obbtain a criminal, others doing standard booking as criminals spat threats to them. One, a burly mutt with a lazy eye, leered at the Cheif and growled on his oily pelt, as if blaming him for his misfortunes. Thadious grinned and gave an orderly wave at the mutt as he sipped on his coffee, heading into his dim office that smelled of pine and cologne. Inside he began shifting aimlessly through the files sent to him. One caught his interest, if not caused his heart to skip a beat. **SECREST SLAUGHTERS**
*Two Dead, one missing.*
Attempting to read all the information the door opened wide, another officerwas there, this one was named Benard Guine. Thadious snuffed vainly and spun away in his chair, still shifting through the files, "Hello, Gomez," he yawned. The mouse slammed the door in his usual, puffed fashion and snapped harshly in his hispanic accent, "W'ere have you been?" "On break." "Breaks like dat cause one to become careless. See the file I left you?" His foots steps echoed on the wodden floor as he approched, actually swipping Thadious's coffee as the rat went to take a sip. Thadious looked at his empty hand passivly for a moment and then at the mouse with his brown eyes and flexed his fingers, "There's no need to get angry," He grumbled, seeming more hurt by the theft of his coffee than his partner's tone.
Gomez took a drink from it and tended to his silvered whiskers, which made Thadious chuckle some: It showed Gomez's age, even if the silver was natural. The water mouse noticed the smirk and put the coffee down, standing on the tips of his feet to appear bigger than he actually was, "What's that grin about, Royal?!" "I think it's cute when you try to be scary." Thadious pushed away from him in the chair and sheeled to another side of the desk, Gomez slamming his fist in rage, "This is *serious*!" "So am I." Gomez snarled and snatched the paper from Thadious's large hands and began reading the report. "Mr. Nathanial Dorian Secrest and his wife, Susan Guillen Secrest were found murdered in their estate. The youngest, Conner Nethanial Secrest, is missing." Thadious played with his pencil and looked bored at him, "How old wa the boy?" "No more than 3." Thadious did not reply, he stood from his worn leather chair and paced the room with a heavy sigh, scratching his head, "Time of death?" "Placed between nine p.m and twelve a.m. Their wounds are the apparent cause of death." Gomez's voice was solmn, almost like he actually felt for this case. The rat, however, looked out the window and into the streets below, rocking back and forth softly and he observed children playing, women with shopping bags and men talking with phones grasped in their hands. "Any suspects?" The Secrest were wealthy, noble and had sadly lost their oldest son three years before to suicide. No one knew why, the boy as in his twenties. Young, kind, handome. He was rumored to have drowned himself after an argument over being disowned.
Thadious looked back at Gomez, the mouse shook his head. "The killer was smart: No biological traces on the bodies. He's gone."
The Cheif of Police wheeled on his feet and barked towards him, ushering Gomez away and he gave orders, "Start the car, find anything, *anything*! I want his head on my desk, **now!**" When he was alone, and the office empty his chest burned and Thadious lurched back into the chair, holding his heart and panting. The scar that laced over his fur mocking him |
Punishment Game: Pilot *EDIT* by Am bi go us | This is a mixed work of fiction and actual events; you should be able to tell what's real and what's not. None of the characters names relate to real people, only names I made up and all events are up to your speculation as to their validity or not, don't read unless your over 18 and have an open | [
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Chapter one: Frozen Crack
the day was hot and humid, like any other stinking day in June. God seemed to hate the world on June; it was so hot that the fatter people of the planet were melted to the couch in their air conditioned homes. Meanwhile a boy who was just of age to understand why June sucked so much, fresh out of school so no summer vacation, A humiliating job that required him to bask in the heart threatening heat, and a general hate for the entire world that drove him to be very bad at his humiliating job.
A brown rabbit of nineteen years stood holding a sign over his scrawny body, white hair falling over his eyes hiding their piercing glare as customers drove by and laughed, honking their horns really loudly. "I Fucking Hate You All" The boy was named Exim and he was employed at his first summer job. Advertising for an ice cream parlor, his duties included sitting in the blistering sun, waving to cars like an idiot, and creating sales pitches for subpar frozen treats. Exim just shook his head and flipped off a couple of teenagers he knew as they drove by in a red Corvette laughing their heads and fake breasts off. "I wish I was pampered and privileged" Exim sighed, he was also woefully poor, his family not a strong believer in birth control just seemed to grow every nine or ten months. It was for this reason he was forced to sit out in the humiliating sun.
"Dad I want to get a car" Exim asked softly as his father watched sports with his brothers. It was the Last day of school and Exim couldn't wait to graduate, no more having to go to a school of rich kids just to be reminded of how poor his family was, no more references about the smuttiness of his own mother, and best of all no more half assed idiots reading from a text book and grading you based on some split level expectation scale.
Back to where Exim currently was, he was getting ready to quit, there were other ways to make money, mainly stealing it. Just then a long black limo pulled up, the window rolled down, inside was a white tiger woman with a necklace that looked more expensive than Exims entire house. "Is that really the best ice cream around?" The tigress asked and lowered her shades looking at Exim with a lick.
"Yeah, bar none" Exim lied, he wouldn't even eat the free samples he got, he'd rather die of heat stroke.
"Would you be willing to make a bet with me then, if I like your ice cream I'll come back and give you... oh a million dollars, but if I don't and you're lying to me you have to play the punishment game with me, okay?" The Tigress smiled as she spoke, bearing a row of pearly white fangs.
Exim nearly jumped hearing the sum of the money, but then remembered the grade of the ice cream, and what exactly did she mean punishment game, wasn't that the game little kids played and spanked each other... whatever he'd never see her again so there was no harm, besides she was probably fucking with him like all the others.
"Sure yeah, it's so good you'll cum in your pants and cry to the lord god almighty that THIS ice cream is the best food, no, the best substance ever created that rivals the addictiveness of hard crack" Exim tried to keep from laughing, though the tigress didn't laugh she just continued to smile.
"Okay then that's our deal, driver to the Fudgy Horse." With that the black limo pulled away heading down the road to where the Ice cream that was like crack was housed. "I can't wait to start our game, Bunny boy" The tigress laughed and kicked in front of her the sound of a muffled yelp came from a Dalmatian boy that was wearing a black latex bondage suit, a vibrator crammed up his ass and a clamp placed on his swelled cock to keep him from climaxing, tears of pain and suffering whetted the mask that was fixed to a collar around his neck the loud buzz of the dildo undulating inside his anus drowning out his whimpers of pain. "I love the punishment game" The Tigress laughed and flicked her finger, turning the pup's ass probe up to 11.
Exim waited all day for the Tigress but as he imagined she was a no show. With a heavy sigh he watched the sun fall beneath the skyline and the world turn dark, now just him and no cars sitting out on an empty road. "Quitting time" Exim groaned as he got up, his legs felt like jelly, hobbling back to the Fudgy Horse he hung up his sign and locked the store up, throwing away the 'pay' the manager left for him, some off the shelf chocolate affair with rainbow sprinkles.
Exim finished his duties and locked the door walking outside and heading home. Though unknown to him a car was following him with the lights off. As Exim walked he received a funny feeling of danger, his ears twitching softly, Exim turned around and saw nothing, then went to continue home. Though this time when he faced north he was greeted by a large fist to his face knocking him clean off his feet and clear out of consciousness. Exim landed with a thud, and the attacker grunted picking the sleek boy up and throwing him into the car that was tailing him, inside the Tigress from before sat petting the head of the now knocked out Dalmatian whose vibrator was turned off so he could sleep. "Let the Games Begin"
Chapter Two: Mettle and Head
Exim groaned getting up and holding his eye. "What the fuck hit me?" Exim looked around to see he was not in the street that he was walking before, no now he was inside what looked like a bedroom. Going to move he found that he was shackled to the bedposts with strange electronic handcuffs. "Huh... I think I saw an internet movie about this once... best twenty bucks I ever spent" Exim rattled the cuff but there was no response. A clock in the corner chimed scaring the crap out of Exim who then pulled himself free of the bed his cuff disarming and falling to the ground. "Well curious and more curious" Exim muttered and walked to the only door in the room.
Exim pushed the door open and hit a trip wire, a recorded message playing through speakers strung about the hallway. "Welcome Players, you have all been forcibly made to play the punishment game, no one is in mortal danger, no not at all but your very lives hang in the balance of you winning this game, lose and the consequences are very real" The voice laughed and a string of lights illuminated a path before Exim. "Come this way if you want to be free again"
"Fucking right" Exim turned his head and went to walk away but received a shock that sent him convulsing to the floor. "THE FUCK" Exim reached up to find a collar around his neck, the collar was light but dense, so there was no chance of just ripping it off, it wasn't metal or anything like that, really he didn't even notice the material against his neck fur until it shocked him.
"Any of those who refused to participate just now received their first punishment, I am not joking around, disobedience must be dealt with swiftly and forcibly.. have fun" The voice flickered and the empty tape played Exim adjusted himself and stood up with a heavy sigh.
"Into the psycho killer's trap I go, I wonder if I'll get a news spot or just some lousy obituary" Exim walked down the hall until he came to a door, on it was a note that simply said, "Is Mettle Stronger Than Hard Wood?" The note made no sense but Exim pocketed it anyway, pushing the door open to find a dark room with just a spotlight on a table.
Exim walked in and felt the door slam shut behind him. The sounds of heavy foot steps coming from behind him as a burly bull man in a black mask dragged an unconscious feline girl to the table. Bending her over it and spreading her legs apart he tied her hands and tail behind her back, then put a bar between her feet, fastening it with cuffs. The girl was blindfolded but that didn't seem to make sense since she was out like a lamp. "Hmm" The bull looked at Exim and smiled walking over and grabbing Exim by the head forcing him to his knees he placed Exims face into his crotch rubbing it over his captives face and laughing stupidly at how good his fur felt.
The bull let out a yelp of pain and stopped proceeding to the shut door and waiting patiently. "God damn it this is fucking WEIRD" Exim cursed spitting at the taste of bull dick, not exactly his favorite dish. It was then that the captor became very clear; a white tigress dressed in black latex dominatrix gear appeared on a screen, sitting very ladylike and holding a whip.
"Welcome Bunny boy, I took your bet and you lost, now you're going to have to play my game or end up as my payment for our bet, yes I'd say you equal a million dollars, with that cute hair and that delicious hatred for the world, oh my you're a cute little thing" The tigress laughed and then glared down at Exim. "See that Bull dear, he's a very horny, very strong pet of mine, your task in this part of the Punishment game is to Punish someone else to see how good it feels, that girl in front of you with her ass spread out shamefully is a worker of mine, who has been stealing from my own two hands, I want you Bunny boy to teach her what happens to naughty employee's who steal on the clock, you'll notice there is nothing in there but you and the girl... and the horny gay bull so you'll figure out what I want you to do soon enough." The video cut off and the bull began to chuckle.
"Oh... kay" Exim sighed and walked over to the bound girl jumping back as she awoke with a startle. "Um okay, be calm you're kind of... bare naked strapped over a table with your vagina showing, very nice by the way" Exim sighed there was no proper way to tell her that.
"EH WHAT" The feline girl struggled but only waved her ass around a bit making Exim stiffen up and his hands twitch, being a rabbit and all he had natural urges he needed to fight himself.
"Um yeah, so do you know why you're here?" Exim asked trying to look away.
"NO LET ME GO PLEASE I'M SORRY I WON'T DO WHATEVER I DID AGAIN MYSTERY MAN!" The feline cried and mewled in terror making Exim sweat profusely, she though he was her captor.
"No no it's not like that I mean I'm not the one who put you here, I'm a captive too" Exim tried to explain but all the girl did was sob and mew out in cries of help.
"This taking too long, time up fuck her or get ready for some real fun" The bull snorted and pulled his cock out holding it and stroking it softly, pointing the head towards Exim he began to charge at the poor bunny.
"Uh oh that's not good, hey listen I'm really sorry but would you mind terribly if I fucked you... I mean it's not like I want to or anything but um... well you know the term, a gun to your head, this is kind of like that except it's not a gun, it's not my head, but it is big and will probably hurt me a lot.. so sorry" Exim lunged forward just missing the ramming head of the bull dick and slammed into the kitty making her scream out as she felt a hard cock poke her in the ass
"WHAT NO DON'T PLEASE I WANT MY FIRST TO BE WITH SOMEONE I LOVE!" The kitty sobbed and flinched trying to curl up in defense but the bonds were too strong, feeling a pair of warm hands wrap around her waist and a fat object poke against her anal ring she let out a trembling cry and bit her lip. Exim moved slowly into her anus sliding his cock into her warm wet depths and stopping. "What's wrong, you got what you wanted didn't you... go on... just FUCK ME!" The kitty screamed out, now in a mix of anger and shame.
"Would you shut up it's not like I have a choice!" Exim groaned, the girl was tight, it was nice the feel of a nice female anus. "Besides even if I was your captor I'm in your ass not your vagina, so JUST PLAY ALONG OR WE'LL BOTH BE FUCKED ONLY I DO NOT HAVE A VAGINA SO GUESS WHAT HOLE HE'LL PICK!" Exim pushed further in feeling her insides coil around him and squeeze his erect head.
Monitors flickered with the various actions of the players. Some went right to fucking their captive partners. Others were punished for their indecision.
An otter boy squealed out as he was grabbed, the masculine elk pinning him to the ground and spreading his legs out, it was over. The otter held his breath and felt a sharp pain in his ass, twirling around so he was on his belly the elk chuckled and pushed forward sinking his large dick into the little otter's ass. The otter struggled and whimpered in pain and sorrow, feeling a large dick inside his ass for the first time; he almost was dragged along with the fluid motions. The elk held the otter down and began to pump slowly and smoothly. He continued until he felt the otter's insides coil around him.
The elk picked him up and carried him while still impaled on his cock over to his captive partner skewering the both of them now, using his dick to puppet the otter's into the mare's open cooch he began to power thrust, making the otter scream in a mixture of perverted agony, and the mare whine in moans of pain and violation. It wasn't long until the mare nickered out a scream and came against the otter that in response squealed and blew his load into the mare's pussy. The Elk however had much more stamina and continued on until he was satisfied.
"I can't hold... on" Exim gasped his grip tightening as he watched the bull whack off at the site, how sick. Exim groaned and his cock stiffened, a shot of cum spraying inside the kitty's anus making it slick and slippery. Exim gasped and panted as did the kitty; though his were one's of relief and hers were of shame and embarrassment.
The bull walked over to the wall and pressed a button, the wall in front of Exim and the kitty rising slowly, revealing four other pairs of players, a male lion inside a female dog, a female doe giving an elephant boy head, A gecko lad taking it up the ass from a fox boy, and finally two bear girls tonguing and fingering each other happily.
"Wow" Exim blinked as everyone came into view of each other, and then just then it hit him, how grand this punishment game was designed. Pulling out of kitty he heard her bonds click and then her slump to the ground holding her anus as it dribbled out his cum, making her blush a hot pink and sob tears of shame.
"Hey... we did what we have to do, I'm... Exim if you can ever forgive me, I mean... OOF!" Exim dropped to the ground and held his nuts as Kitty hit him square in with an upper cut to the testicles, a one hit KO.
"My name is Mary and you're a FUCKING BASTARD!" Mary hissed and stomped on Exim while he covered his berries with his hands. "DAMN YOU I HATE YOU DAMN YOU I HATE YOU WHEN WE GET FREE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Mary snarled and was stopped by the male lion that had finished with his bitch.
"By the look of things lass ya already sent him to the river Styx" The lion laughed as Exim just lay there in agony, holding his bruised nut sack. "Name is Osirus, and that fine piece of pink meat is Jackie" The lion laughed not seeming to see anything wrong with what he did to the poor Labradorean girl, though she didn't seem to mind at all, in fact she seemed to be in bliss.
"I'm Zack" The elephant boy trumpeted as he shot his wad over the doe that just giggled and licked her chin. The Elephant boy panted and fell onto his back looking at the sky as the Doe walked over and examined the other pairs.
"My name is Cleo and I'm a sex addict, hello" Cleo smiled as she spoke, cum dripping from her cheek which made Exim and Mary just kind of laugh.
"DAMN IT BRIAN THAT'S TOO ROUGH!" The Gecko yelped and the fox stopped.
"Sorry Gabriel your ass is just so soft!" The fox boy giggled and in turn was thrust upon his back and ridden like a mechanical bull, which made Brian moan in pleasure.
That just left the two lesbian ursine, who were too caught up in their romp to notice anything, but the names on their collars were enough to tell "Terri and Terra" The two looked identical so they were obviously twin lesbian incest masters.
now all the players were together, though what else awaited them was only to be known by the game mistress the white tigress only known as Ma'am
\*Hope you liked it, if not I don't care, comment if you want to\* |
Through The Eyes of Insanity, Part One: Simon’s Beginnings by Proffesor Kool Kat | Through The Eyes of Insanity, Part One: Simon's Beginnings I don't like the white rooms. I don't like these people in white coats, in the white rooms, and I hate the man in the white coat sitting in the white chair, behind the white desk in front of me, in this white room. I don't like this white | [
"Abuse",
"Bad Language",
"Death",
"Incest",
"M/F",
"Rape",
"Various Species",
"Violence"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9762-through-the-eyes-of-insanity-part-one-simon-s-beginnings | Through The Eyes of Insanity, Part One: Simon's Beginnings
I don't like the white rooms.
I don't like these people in white coats, in the white rooms, and I hate the man in the white coat sitting in the white chair, behind the white desk in front of me, in this white room.
I don't like this white coat. The one they make me wear because they don't think I should be able to use my arms. They never take it off, it just rests on my chest collecting dust in the white room, I've lost count of how many white rooms I've been in. Maybe they're all the same.
Why can't I have a white coat like theirs? They get to use their arms... Bastards...
The man behind the white desk is speaking to me, I don't think I really understand what he says. Wait, what was that last bit?
"What?"
I haven't spoken in a long time, but now I have reason, and with reason comes purpose.
The man pauses, and then repeats himself.
"I said, did your mother not hug you enough as a child?"
I pause, and blink...and blink....and blink...
Mommy.
He had mentioned mommy...
"Mommy hugged me..." I look the man right in the eyes, challenging him to speak a negative word about my mommy.
He smiles, he is happy I have spoken. After all, that's what he's here for isn't it? He wants me to speak.
"Tell me about your mother Simon, did you love mommy?" He has spoken again, I hear the words loud and clear.
"Of course I loved Mommy." I proclaim proudly. "I still do."
He raises an eyebrow, "Really? And does mommy love you back?" he has a pen and a notepad. It wasn't enough that they were recording everything that was being said. Throughout the hours and hours of silence from me as he blabbed on and on, this time I had spoken. They would be sure to note every last word.
"Of course she does, mommy has always loved me," I pause and tilt my head up in thought, my long hair swaying behind the chair at which I am sat. I shouldn't have let my hair grow out; it is unfashionable for a thirty seven year old male vulpine such as myself to grow his hair out. Mommy would be angry. "The people in the white coats that I talked to before said mommy loved me too much..."
"Mmmhmm... And what about daddy?" He looks up from his notepad.
I growl, I shouldn't have growled. As if my growling wasn't bad enough I start to shake uncontrollably; I am angry.
How can I not be angry? He had mentioned Frank! Why did he have to mention Frank!?
I scream and curse, I want him to die! This man is like all the others! He just wants to hurt me! I can't help myself, I swear I don't meant to, but I scream out and stand up "You're going to hurt me!"
More of the men in white coats come.
"Get a muzzle around him!" One of them cries to another.
I am muzzled and pain surges through my arm as a needle slides swiftly into my veins, I groan out as the pain of the medication entering my system climaxes then subsides. I become numb.
"Now Simon, be good and tell me about your mommy again."
I don't really know why at this point, or whether or not he can understand my slurred speaking, but I begin to tell him... To tell him about mommy...
\*\*\*
"Simon!!" A shriek ran through my household and awoke me one morning. As usual I got up and got dressed, I wasn't very unlike other ten year olds at the time. My school was just different, that's all.
You see, mommy taught me. I always liked the lessons with mommy.
"Simon get downstairs for your lessons!" Mommy screamed. I liked it when she screamed; it made her seem so very strong.
I rushed downstairs, eager to begin our daily lessons. As always, I sat in the middle of the floor exactly three feet away from the television, with my back turned to it, of course, and ten feet from each wall. Precision was the key to a higher learning, mommy said.
Ah, and mommy was beautiful! A grand sight for any male to behold, to this day I'm not sure why daddy ever left her...
"That's my good boy, Simon!" She smiled down at me, she was naked, as she always was. She sat exactly two feet in front of me from my knee.
"Let's begin with Daddy; do you remember what I've told you about Daddy?"
I nodded, and recited her very words. "Daddy was a bad, bad man. He hurts people, and he can hurt me."
She smiled and giggled, she was proud that I remembered. "Very good, Simon! Now, do you remember what I've told you about people?"
I whimpered softly and nodded, reciting once again. "People are very, very bad. They'll leave me all alone like Daddy. They too will hurt me."
She grabbed my shoulders and planted a kiss on my lips, I was taught not to react to this, but I secretly liked it.
Mommy liked for me to hold very still when she kissed me, she liked that I breathed shallowly, and tried not to at all if I could help it. Most certain was that I was not to move at all. If I did, dire consequences would ensue.
I held as still as I could until she was through, leaning away from me and sitting upright again. I took a moment to reveal in her beauty.
She had red fur with white sock like patches on her paws and feet and on the very tips of her ears, her hair was long and messy. It made her look untamed, wild. I liked mommy's hair.
Her eyes were a deep blue, and her breasts were a modest size. Not too big, and not too small. I liked mommy's breasts.
"Now then Simon," She gave me a toothy grin. "What have I told you about mommy?"
I smiled and wagged my tail, this was my favorite part! "Mommy is beautiful and wise! Mommy will never leave me or hurt me!"
Again Mommy kissed me and she pushed me over. I was well trained enough to know not to make a sound when I fell over, even though it did hurt somewhat when my head hit the wood of the floor.
Mommy began to strip me of my clothes as she forced her tongue into my muzzle; I am not allowed to open my muzzle, or to close it. I must only let Mommy do as she pleases, I must not interfere.
As I lay there naked, my shaft become erect with the light caresses of my Mommy's paw, she compliments me on what a good boy I am as she strokes me. I knew not to murr, or make any reaction, but I must admit... It felt very good.
Mommy positioned herself above my length and though I couldn't move my eyes to see any more of her than I was at the moment, I could see a small bit of her breast above me.
She began to lower herself on my and I suppressed a gasp as her dripping hot passage engulfed my rod. I liked it very much when Mommy did these things, I do wish she had allowed me to move.
I began to breathe heavily, Mommy didn't notice only because of the fact that she too was panting. I was careful not to move too much, even though I can't help but twitch. I am getting close to the very good part.
Mommy was getting close too and she began to moan and tilt her head up in pleasure, it is only then, when her head was tilted, that I would steal a quick glance at her breasts. They bounced softly; I so badly longed to hold them in my paw. I often wondered what they would feel like...
Mommy moaned out loudly as the good part came to her, mine came too and she fell over on top of me, she nuzzled my neck and planted a flurry of soft kisses all over my muzzle. I would often wander if I would be punished for kissing back, but I dared not. I was too afraid of the punishment to even take the chance.
Afterwards the day proceeded as most days do, me relieving myself into my mothers muzzle when I had to pee, playing Russian Scrabble with Mommy. In case if you've never played Russian Scrabble, the rules are very simple. The game plays much like normal scrabble, but the loser must cut into his or her finger as deep as he or she can manage, exactly one quarter centimeter below the nail. I always let Mommy win.
Just normal things...
I remember on that day that mommy was doing the dishes, we didn't have running water, but it made me feel safe to know that mommy washed them anyway. Mommy could do things like that because she was special; I was so sure she could answer my question.
"Mommy?" I asked, and after being given permission to speak, I continued. "What was my Daddy's name?"
Mommy sighed and put a spoon in the sink, and dried her hands on a towel even though they weren't wet. "Your fathers name was Frank, why would you want to know that Simon?"
I shrugged and thought for a moment. Apparently, I took too long to think.
"Mommy doesn't like questions like that Simon, and now you must be punished." She said this in such a conversational way; she always did when she was getting ready to punish me.
She picked up a butter knife from the sink and sat on the floor. "Come now, lie on Mommy's lap." She beckoned, and I had obeyed. Mommy wouldn't punish me without good reason.
I laid flat on my stomach, legs stretched out ready for the punishment.
By then I had learned that butter knives didn't cut very well, and were extremely painful. Mommy only used these when she was exceptionally upset.
She set the cutting side of the blade to my right leg, three quarters of a foot from my hindquarters. "Are you ready, Simon?"
I nodded.
Now, I do not know whether or not you know the feeling of a butter knife being sawed into your leg, I have been told that not too many Mommy's were like mine, but I will tell you that it hurts. Bad.
She pulled back and pushed forward with the knife, always sure to be pushing down at the same time. I kicked and screamed in pain, but it only made the pain worse. The knife's rusted dull metal edge being driven into my leg. I began to bleed and cry out loudly, I begged Mommy to stop, but she did not. Mommy was very firm with her punishments.
Deeper and deeper it went until I was sure I could feel it scraping against my bone. Finally, when her paws were dripping softly of my own blood, she stopped.
Then she smiled and game my rump a small pat. "Get up and Mommy will go get a band-aid for you."
I sniffed and did as she said, very heavily leaning on my left leg, trying not to put any weight on the leg filled with pain, it was still bleeding.
Mom soon returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some tissue and tape to use as a makeshift band-aid.
Mommy's punishments always made me feel so lightheaded. The next part wasn't punishment for anything, but it hurt just as bad. She poured a bit of the rubbing alcohol onto a bit of tissue and rubbed it on the deep cut she had made. It burned hot as fire and hurt like the devil, but I bared through it until Mommy was done and had taped a bit of tissue over the cut to keep it from bleeding.
"Thank you Mom-" I was cut off as my Mommy gasped, through the window I could see a car pulling up into the drive way. It was a red Chevrolet of some sort...
"Simon! Run, run and hide!"
I did as she said. I remember being very, very scared, but I still obeyed Mommy.
I ran upstairs, putting as little pressure on my right leg as I could manage, and as soon as I entered my room I began to look around. I had never had much, but I did have an empty toy chest. I jumped inside of it and closed the lid.
I heard Mommy screaming, I couldn't make out what she was saying. Usually I liked it when Mommy screamed, but not now... No, not now. There were people here, and they would hurt me. Mommy was trying to protect me. I just know she was...
\*\*\*
I pause my story, looking at the man in front of me. His pen pauses in time with my talking. It is he that speaks first, "Is that all? Do you remember anything else about your mother?"
Of course there is more I remember, but it was nothing of any importance to him. "No."
He looks at the white clock on the white wall and looks back to me. "Our time is up for the day, I'll talk to you tomorrow and we'll see if there's anything else you want to talk about."
I stay seated as he stands up, pushes his chair in and leaves the room, not long after three guards come in to escort me back to my cell. To of them grab my shoulders and the other stays behind me, I am not sure why.
The two on my shoulders pull up, and following their lead, I get up out of the chair. The guard behind me closes the door as we walk out of it. A short walk down the hallway, I see many doors on both sides of me, a small plastic window on each door.
They are plastic to keep from shattering. It is to my knowledge that they are also sound proof, and padded. I should know I live in one.
The guard that was behind me walks around to the front and unlocks the door to my cell as we arrive to it. I am forcibly pushed into it, and the door is swiftly locked behind me.
I look around. I have a bed, the frame made of plastic. There isn't much else; aside from a button I can press to alert one of the guards that I need to use the bathroom.
I never sleep on the bed, and I regrettably push the button when I need to.
I sit myself down in the center of the room, seven and a half feet from each wall, and think.
Should I tell the man more? Would it hold any consequences to me? What would Mommy say if she knew that I had said what I did?
I continue to think until I tire; when I wake I will talk to the man again. Every day is set to this pattern, everything always the same. I look around one last time before I fall asleep.
I don't like the white rooms.
To Be Continued, Proffesor Kool Kat |
Innocence corrupted by Sharpfang | #3 of Corruption of Innocence - Innocence corrupted. I read the "Corruption of innocence" and it deeply disturbed me. I thought that I can't leave things as they were left there, the fox unpunished, the unicorn's will destroyed. And while being so incredibly good is a big weakness of a 'pure' | [
"Abuse",
"Bondage",
"Cock And Balls Torture",
"Demon",
"Domination/Submission",
"Fox",
"M/F",
"Mind Control",
"Unicorn",
"Violence"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10035-innocence-corrupted | Innocence corrupted.
I read the "Corruption of innocence" and it deeply disturbed me. I thought that I can't leave things as they were left there, the fox unpunished, the unicorn's will destroyed. And while being so incredibly good is a big weakness of a 'pure' unicorn, a 'corrupted' one doesn't suffer from it and becomes deadly dangerous... a good topic for a story.
The story blends itself seamlessly as a sequel to "Corruption of innocence - dinner party", although it can be just as well taken standalone. Just for reference, the "Corruption of innocence" series can be found at [http://yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=7911](http://yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=7911)
Of course it contain sex, no minors allowed yadda yadda yadda.
---
The unicorn woke up with ache splitting her body. She struggled for a moment against desire to fall back into sleep to escape the pain, with sources in many points of her body but the strongest one in her anus. Opening her eyes was painful, but the only light was a candle on the desk, not hurting her pupils. She felt warm breath on her palm, turned her head and saw her master, sleeping like a puppy with his muzzle in her hand. Memories of the 'party fun' hit her, her humiliation, his promise that he would let one of the prisoners out if she begs him to have her ass fucked in front of the other demons and obeys him... her body convulsed in disgust, shame, memory of pain, and unwillingly, lust. She looked around - it was his personal chamber, his own luxurious bed, his desk with many papers spread on it, a small bookcase filled with books, a table with laboratory equipment where he would mix the aphrodisiacs to intoxicate her and other mixtures of even more sinister purposes.
She carefully removed her hand from his muzzle and cautiously sat up, careful not to wake him up. He was still holding the leash in his hands, attached to her collar. She sensed no magical locks or alarms, so she just cautiously detached the leash from the spiked collar. She felt blood still dripping from her crotch, fine cloth of the bed stained with it, crude bandages soaked. Healing self wasn't as easy as healing others but she concentrated on her insides, kind of spiritual travel through the body, healing wounds and bruises, soothing the pain. Soon the bleeding was stopped and what she at first perceived the worst source of pain was soothed, but then she realized she was circling, ignoring, avoiding a source of pain far worse than her torn body.
Wounds of mind, she saw her purity, her innocence, her will to do good beaten into bloody pulp in the corner of her mind, kindness curled up in the corner afraid to surface because it resulted in pain of others. Compassion covering with a rock-hard shell, turning to stone. And big, strong lust sitting in the middle of everything, egoistically forcing her to act against her nature. Anger grown to quite impressive dimensions, hate, fear, disgust. The fox had promised her to show her who she was, and now she saw it, and didn't like it the least bit. She wasn't her old self anymore.
But she didn't know how to heal her own mind. That was beyond her reach. She reached through the hard shell of compassion and found the old memories, memory of her forest. And terror of the vision of her forest dead.
She opened her eyes, stood up and cautiously stepped on the soft long carpet leading from the door on one end to the window on the other far end of the room. The carpet would muffle the sound of her hooves. She had to know!
She walked up to the window and peered through it into the darkness. The chamber was on the third floor of the main building of the castle, only some towers reaching higher, and she could see the far lands from here. She saw her forest and tried to sense it. And no, it wasn't dead, though it was in danger. Upon her departure hunters found it a fertile ground, some of her friends died, more were hiding fearfully. They remembered her and the times she would protect them, they missed her and wanted her back.
She arched her body back, the quiet crackle of diamonds, her tears falling on the window frame could wake the fox up. She had to go back, she had to break free... and free all those hurting creatures in the dungeon. But how?
She walked up to the desk. A book with a picture of a unicorn on the cover was there, but the writing was unknown to her. This was easily remedied, sneaking through the bare rock floor to the bed was more difficult than sneaking through the mind of the fox to find the needed knowledge. Normally she would feel repulsed by the idea of stealing somebody's memories, but lots have changed. She avoided the ugliness of his desires, for a short moment she pondered on the small pearl of love wrapped thickly in greed, then she just took the piece of knowledge she needed. She went back to the desk, leaving the sleeping demon lie, moved the chair, sat in front of the book and began reading it.
She was finally learning who she was. Her powers, her weaknesses, her secrets. The book was a demonic handbook on unicorns. Luring, hunting, breaking, preparing, using parts of dead unicorns in magic. She watched pictures of unicorn vivisection in terrified morbid fascination, she could feel sick joy of the writer when he described the pain the unicorn went through when his horn was removed while he was still alive. And warnings, many warnings in red letters scattered thorough the book. Unicorns were deadly dangerous creatures and the book was full of warnings about what to avoid, what not to allow.
The red letters were her pass to freedom. She learned several ways how she could kill the fox without even feeling bad about it, but she needed something better, something that would stop the fox, stop the demons, protect the world from this horror. She was feeling that was well within her reach, but when she flipped the last page of the book, there was still nothing that would help. So she started reading again, from the beginning. This time she didn't skip the alchemy chapter about utilising parts of a dead unicorn and read the pages about the power of unicorn blood, the powerful magical ingredient granting those who drank it limited immortality for a short period of time, their soul would remain tied to their body no matter how shattered or damaged it would be, and the body would heal even if burnt to ashes, if thrown into lava, it would keep regenerating and you'd feel every moment of pain it lives through. And two big, red-letter warnings. One, that the unicorn blood is addictive, extremely addictive, even a single drop would make you crave for more. And the other... never, ever drink blood of a live unicorn...
The cut was fast and clean, tiny razor-sharp paper knife, she just gasped a little when her clitoris began bleeding. Pouring the blood into someone's mouth wasn't enough, drinking drained blood neither. He had to drink it willingly, straight from the wound. She sat on the bed, heavily, shaking the whole bed and the fox on it. She placed her womb by his nose, quickly attached the end of the leash to her collar and gently held his head in her arms, pulling it closer to her pussy.
"Master, please, lick me. Give me the pleasure..." she said. The fox half-opened his eyes and the scent just made him to do it, he lapped at her pussy, pushing his tongue inside...
Then he got more awake, opened his eyes, lowered eyebrows. "What do you think you're doing, pet?" He couldn't get really angry though, chuckling at himself quietly, sitting up surprised. "Now that's one horny filly. You will be punished for waking me up later, but for now I can't help but fulfill your wish."
He lowered his head and began lapping hungrily at her pussy, chuckling quietly. She couldn't deny she enjoyed it, but the dark memories killed the pleasure - and then suddenly he crawled back through the bed, wiping his mouth, spitting.
"You... you're bleeding there! I swallowed some of your blood!"
"Is there anything wrong about it, master?" she playfully crawled towards him through the huge bed, predatory look on her face.
"Back! Back, slave! Don't get any closer to me! Or I'll..."
"Or you what? Hurt yourself?"
And then the fox writhed in pain, spasms throwing him on the floor, loud cry, clawing at his own face. This lasted just for a second, but the next second he was curled in a trembling, sobbing ball on the floor.
She stood dominating over him, removed the leash but left the spiked collar on her neck. She looked down at him, her voice was cold.
"You drank my blood. Now my blood flows in your veins and you are a part of me. You're no longer 'someone else', someone I would need to care about. Just as I could sacrifice myself to help others, now I can sacrifice you, for you are me, like a limb, a part of my body. And what you just felt, I feel all the time. I just stopped protecting you from my own, your own feelings. You felt the guilt, the compassion, the despair."
The sobs subsided. The fox stood up, still trembling, shame, fear mixing with anger. "You will pay dearly for this, fucktoy! I know you lust after me, you want, you need to be fucked. You will beg me..."
"Hush....", the unicorn shook her head with what looked like genuine worry in her eyes. "I can channel any of my feelings onto you, my beloved master. I can select these I want to block and transfer the ones I want you to feel. Do you feel the lust? Yes, I feel the lust!"
The fox stood back, by the wall, as she approached him slowly, her hips waving, mane swaying from side to side, the very look giving him erection, his hard cock sliding off his sheath, his lust almost making him throw himself at her. She stood by him in alluring pose, slowly rising her knee, her left hoof softly ruffling the fur of her right leg, exposing her treasure.
"Yes, master, I lust for you..."
He stared at her risen knee, at the perfect shape of her legs, at the erotic beauty he had never noticed before.
And then in a lightning quick movement her foot shoot forward, landing her hoof on his balls, making his whole body jump up in the air.
"...but I hate you." she said as she turned away while he was writhing in pain on the floor, trying to catch his breath.
She calmly sat on the bed, watching him emotionlessly. "You taught me a lot, you taught me how to control my feelings, but you yourself are very poor at it. So, -Master-," she put a sarcastic emphasis on the word, "what are your plans to redeem yourself?"
The demon fox caught a breath, still curled, holding his balls though. "I'll burn your forest. I'll kill everyone here, painfully. You'll regret you were ever born." he muttered through clenched teeth.
"And then?" She turned her head in a question as the truth began soaking into him. This time mildly, slowly. Her compassion, images of the forest burned, of innocent killed, began appearing in front of his eyes and the sadness, the grief, the regret...
"NO! Don't! Don't do this to me!" he gasped in terror, crawling away towards the wall. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you now!"
"And who will protect you from the feeling of guilt then?"
"I'll kill myself then too! Everything is better than..."
"Heh, just try. You just drank unicorn blood."
"The effect will wear soon. Then I will kill us both."
"Oh, really?", she touched the tip of the horn with her finger, then showed the droplet of blood to him. The hunger in his eyes was pathetic. He crawled up to her, begging. She let him lick her finger, then pushed him away with her hoof. "On a second thought...", she lay back, spreading her legs wide "there's some more left here."
He crawled up to the bed, kneeling on the hard floor in front of her pussy, but she held him with a hoof against his chest. "Wait, hungry fox! You taught me to enjoy my pain... so let me enjoy... my... pain..."
The memories of the first time when she was forced to suck the foul cock of the demon because he promised he would allow her to heal one of the prisoners in exchange - only to later torment the poor creature further, flowed slowly into the mind of the fox. The memory of purity, the repulsion at the thought of taking the cock in her mouth, the foul taste... she enjoyed the look of terror in the eyes of the fox, as he began realizing the elaborate torture, feeling of purity broken by his hunger for unicorn blood. He crawled up to her, arched his neck towards her sex, and suddenly spasmed in the reflex of vomiting, holding his muzzle closed with both paws as the repulsion at the thought of licking her there was too much. She loosened the grip of the memory, and he cautiously began licking the bloody stains off her fur, then the tip of her clitoris, still cautious not to touch her sex with his tongue. Suddenly she gripped his ears with her hands and pulled his muzzle inside her, pushed his head inside almost to the eyes. His eyes went wide when he began suffocating as she kept fucking herself with his head, he reached with his hands to hers to free himself, but... she was physically stronger! Never before until now he realized that if not her gentleness she could have killed him any time. And now his small claws were flailing at her hands which held his muzzle locked inside her vagina, and she was nearing her orgasm as he was jerking his head to break free. Opening his muzzle, like a fish fighting for a breath, his body slowly getting limp, he thought that it can't be, he can't die like this, when he saw her eyes closed in a climax, and then she let him to it too, taking his barely erect penis between her hard hooves, pushing the sheath down once, firmly, bruising him painfully, but simultaneously opening her own mind for him on her arousal and making him lose the last of his breath in overwhelming grip of climax, nothing but deadly pleasure in darkness that was swallowing him.
The unicorn just pushed his limp body away with her hoof, letting it fall to the floor. "He will recover by himself, no healing needed", she thought, closing her eyes for a moment in the afterglow, enjoying the mental echo of his near-suffocation orgasm. "Heh, I missed so much fun while being pure", she chuckled to herself. She stepped with despise over the body. "And second that much being submissive to that jerk." She walked up to the water bowl in the corner, took a few clean towels from a wardrobe close by, and began washing her fur from week-old stains she got since he let her wash last time. Eww, he had reasons for that gag reflex while attempting to lick her there! Now she regained her self-confidence and some of her pride, but she was fully aware that nothing will ever bring her purity back, so she wanted to take full advantage of her current position. She proudly stood in front of a mirror, arching her body and striking a sexy, proud pose. She adjusted the spiked collar on her neck a bit, deciding to keep it. "You're a bitch, my dear" she said to the reflection "and you look gorgeous with that." Last tear shed on the lost purity solidified on the carpet, time to get to work, stop crying and finally make things better. For a moment she pondered waking the fox up (with a kick) but then she decided to let her demon sleep, it didn't make a difference. She opened the door and walked out boldly, turned towards the stairs through the empty corridor, but a guard stopped her at the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going, slave?!" - he pointed the spike on the top of his halabard at her.
"To the dungeon, and you will lead me there. And for the record, I'm being addressed as 'Lady' now."
"Yeah, heh, you're certainly going to the dungeon, Now!"
An unexpected kick to the groin sent him down a flight of the stairs. She collected the halabard he dropped and walked down to him, as he was struggling for breath after the fall knocked the air out of him. She lowered her horn and healed his body, then handed the halabard to him. "Do you want me to repeat, servant?" her hoof strategically placed between his legs.
"No, my lady! I'll do as you wish, my lady!"
The guard escorted her all the way, though she soon could find the way by herself, being dragged through the lower corridors of the castle all too often. The dungeon still gave her creeps, her cage littered with diamonds that were her tears, but now it seemed strangely alien, not like the place where she spent last weeks.
She told the guard to wait by the entrance, then began approaching the cages, whispering reassuring "Your freedom is near", "Tomorrow you'll be free", as she was healing one prisoner after another, some too afraid to come, but she would still heal them, some greeting her with hope, "Is it true? Can I go back to my family?" - when close to these suffering souls, keeping the dominant pose was hard, tears in her eyes when she was passing by cages with abused children reaching to her, "Beautiful lady, take us to our mom. Please, Lady, don't let Master do these things to us". "Soon, children, soon, hush, wait a little bit longer."
She gathered herself, striking the proud, strong pose and went back to the guard. "Lead me to the kitchen." As he did, she opened the door to the huge kitchen and entered boldly. "All the slaves will be fed well today. By the order of the Lady!" - she announced in strong voice. Nobody dared to question, to ask who's the Lady, the servants just bowed to her, the authority of her voice being enough to convince them.
"Where now, Lady?" asked the guard when she closed the door. She pondered for a while. "To the town, to heal the people on the streets."
"I beg you Lady, not the town at night. Wait till the dawn, please!"
She pondered for a moment, there was genuine fear in his voice. "Back to the chamber then." Healing so many, so badly hurt exhausted her. The strength of her will was losing to the fatigue and the guard was right, she wouldn't be able to defend herself if something happened. He followed her back up the stairs.
"Posture!" - his whisper broke her thoughts reminding her to appear strong and proud once again while passing by a group of guards on first floor. She stopped by the end of the last flight of stairs, looking puzzled at the guard before dismissing him.
"Thank you, Lady. I hope you will succeed. Be well. And please forgive my insolence that first time." he whispered.
She gave him a soft kiss to his cheek, then went towards the chamber. As she turned to the corridor, the door flew open and the fox rushed outside, furious. "That bitch! Where's that bitch?!" he cursed.
"Right here." she stopped him in his tracks. "Sit!" she pointed at him, and suddenly his eyes began growing from fear as he saw her anger. He obediently clapped on his ass in the middle of the corridor. "Back to the chamber! Now." and with a yelp he ran back on all fours. She thought she heard a chuckle from direction of the stairs.
She went to the chamber, stood over him as he was curling in fear on the floor.
"I'm tired today, I need to sleep. I'll put you to sleep now and pray that you don't wake up before I do, because I don't control my feelings during sleep. And you need to be rested too. It will be a busy day tomorrow."
The fox let out a small whimper.
"Oh, what now?"
The eyes looked at her fearfully, but adoring, the fox tried to say something but managed only to whimper again.
"Oh, of course. But you'll have to earn it." she knelt on the bed, exposing her rump at him. He walked up to her, fearfully gripped her rump, and stood up to mount her, but she stopped him "Now, now, nice and gently, first lick me well there. I'm no longer your slave you'd just take like that." She didn't impose any feelings on him, his own humiliation being enough, as he worked his tongue up her pussy doing his best to please her, although not really skilled, always taking, never giving before. "Now you can enter, gently or I rip your balls off!" she commanded when she was nicely wet. He didn't need the order repeated, his erect cock throbbing and waiting, he thrust in her hard, and suddenly yelped loudly as she reached between her legs and gripped his balls with her hard fingers. "Ow, ow ow, you...! Sorry, I'm sorry my Lady, please, forgive me, I'll be gentle, please, let go of my balls!"
She released him and he began thrusting slowly, cautiously, concentrating on her pleasure, and finding more of his pleasure in it than ever before, speeding up gradually, gasping, fucking her harder.
"Fuck me in my ass, please, do fuck my ass!" she moaned. "So you are my little bitch after all?" he chuckled putting his penis against her anus. And then a sudden kick delivered to his buttock by her hind side of hoof drove him inside. They both yelped, then she gasped through closed teeth "no, I'm not. Now fuck me hard!" and pushed against his cock, driving it deeper. "Now, or I won't let you cum!"
He began riding her ass really hard, but she demanded still more, stronger, harder, and kicking his buttocks by swinging her legs up whenever he wasn't performing to her desire. Sweating, gasping hard he was reaching the limits of his stamina when she came, and he still couldn't get there, nearing but not reaching his orgasm. And then suddenly her hoof flew against his back again, but not in the buttock but aiming straight at his balls, and he came with a violent roar as the pain pushed him into spasms of orgasm, he fell back, pulling himself out and spraying spurts of semen over her back, then fell to his butt on the floor and sat there with teeth clutched and eyes closed as his cock was releasing a fountain after fountain of cum, spurts covering his legs, chest, face...
The unicorn lay on the bed on her belly, dangling her legs in air, watching the fox with a smile. "Wasn't that bad, was it? Here! Your prize." she touched the tip of her horn and exposed the finger with a drop of blood to the fox. He crawled up to her and licked it hungrily.
She stood up, rang the bell by the bed for a servant to come and change the sheets, while washing herself from the cum. The fox was still sitting on the floor, with his jaw dropped, unable to comprehend the depth of control she had over him as the maid finished changing the sheets, while looking puzzled at the scene. Now she'll have some good stuff for gossip! Let the gossip spread!
The unicorn walked up to the fox, lowered her horn and touched him, sending him a small charm of sleep, then she carefully carried him to the bed and lay down beside him. "Some more time of fixing his evils and the image of my mind won't be enough to keep him in check, I'll have to think of something stronger... maybe love?" she thought, before drifting off to sleep.
by Sharpfang, (CC): A nc = '2006 Sun Mar 26 20:28:23 CEST 2006 |
Trouble by Solusar | The second story I ever published on the internet. Like the previous story, it was posted in February of 2008. Little did I know at the time that it would catch the eye of a certain someone who has been my boyfriend for the last 4 1/2 years running. The story is about a tauren who ambushes a very | [
"Anal Vore",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Human",
"M/M",
"Tauren",
"World of Warcraft"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463942-trouble | **TROUBLE**
Atreyu let out a long, restless sigh as he rocked back and forth on a large chair in his lonely wooden hovel. *What a boring day.* The tauren thought, tapping a finger against a nearby table as he stared blankly at the ceiling. From the moment he woke up this morning, Atreyu knew that this was going to be one of *those* days - the kind that seem to drag on forever. Still, he held on to the hope that his gut was wrong and went about his daily routine. In spite of his efforts, however, he still found himself in the very situation he had hoped to avoid.
The wind blew lazily against the wood and hide home from time to time, slowly moving the canopy of clouds over the almost-empty plains of Mulgore. *I'm going to die from boredom if I don't find something to do soon . . . but what? What?!* Despite his intimidating growls and intent glaring, the tauren failed to bully the ceiling into giving him any ideas. Suddenly, a rumbling in his stomach caught his hears. Atreyu raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his flat, fur-covered chest, thoughts beginning to trickle into his head.
"Hmmm . . ." Even though he had already eaten just a few hours ago, the bovine found that he was hungry once again. Another, more powerful growl came mere moments after the first, telling the tauren exactly what his body was hungry for. Atreyu's brow furrowed, and he let out an amused huff. "Oh. *That'll* give me something to do." He said in his deep, guttural voice. The bull's hooves clopped against the wooden floor as he pulled his legs in and got up from his chair. *I wonder what I'll find today.* Atreyu thought darkly to himself as he walked out of his home, beginning his search for someone who could satisfy his hungering body . . .
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"Is that--is that what I think it is? Oh, praise the light!" The weary human traveler said to himself when he set his eyes upon the large, open body of water. His dirt-covered pink skin told the tale of a long, restless journey through hostile lands and the weary look in his eyes hinted that he had not slept well in many nights. The man's pace slowed as he reached the bank of the lake, where he carefully dropped his bags beneath a large tree. After giving his surroundings a brief look-over he began to remove his dark red colored armor piece by piece. As his helm came off, his smooth, bald head began to reflect a portion of the sunlight that touched it.
Soon, the human stood naked on the shore of the lake. He once again glanced quickly at his surroundings before slowly walking into the water. "Ahhh . . ." he said as the warm water washed over his tired body, "for a moment there, I thought I'd never find a moment of peace in this Light-forsaken place." Admittedly, the only reason why the human felt that Mulgore was 'Light-forsaken' was due to its inhabitants, the tauren, who were not particularly known for their hospitality towards enemies of the Horde. Were he not constantly on the lookout for trouble, he might have enjoyed the lush, open grasslands.
Little did the human know that trouble lie just around the corner. Atreyu peeked out from his hiding spot behind one of the few trees in the area, watching with eyes of interest as the naked pink-skin clean himself. From the moment that he had spotted the weary traveler, Atreyu knew that he had found someone who could sate his hunger, and he had spent the past ten minutes stalking him from a distance. The bull waited patiently for his quarry to look away so that he may get into a better position. When the opportunity arose, Atreyu sprinted across the field with surprising speed and silence to the same tree that the human had left his equipment under. Now in the perfect ambush spot, with his target completely oblivious, the tauren chuckled quietly to himself and began to wait for the moment to strike.
The human took his time in the shallow lake. After cleaning the dirt from his body, he decided to swim around and relax a bit. It was only after some time that he decided to leave the lake so that he may rest for a bit before continuing on. Water dripped from every part of his body as he climbed out of the lake and make his way to his bags and armor. Before he could reach his equipment, however, Atreyu stepped out from behind the tree and grabbed a hold of the unsuspecting human. The pink-skinned male let out a surprised yelp as the tauren lift him off the ground with startling ease and thrust him against the tree. "Hello there." Atreyu said in Common, the language of the Alliance, as he stared into his quarry's stunned eyes.
The man stared dumbly in shock as his mind struggled to catch up to reality. Even in his stupor, he was able to realize just how large this creature was. Arms that were twice as thick as the human's own legs held him by the shoulders a good two and a half feet off the ground. The huge fur-covered chest closely resembled a brick wall, thick, strong and immovable. His captor wore the intimidating smile of a shark which was only augmented by the twin blue orbs that rested comfortably in their sockets. Rust-colored fur covered nearly every inch of the tauren, save for a small patch of white hair on his stomach. He wore little clothes that the human could see - just a small loincloth that covered his more private areas. Dumbfounded, all the pink-skinned male could do was stare at the bovine with eyes wide open.
"What is your name, human?"
It seemed to take a few moments for the tauren's question to reach the captive's ears, and even longer for him to find the answer. "S--Saul." He finally uttered, his body beginning to shake nervously. "What d-do you want--want with me?"
Atreyu's smile widened at the human's question. "I have some . . . needs that I would like taken care of." Just when it appeared that the tauren's smile could not get any wider or shark-like, it somehow did.
Saul's eyebrows rose for a moment as he tried to imagine exactly what 'needs' the bull-creature could be talking about. "What k-kind of 'needs'?"
Atreyu chuckled darkly; he was having the time of his life with this cowering human, and he hadn't even started the fun part yet! "Needs of the more . . ." the bull looked down at himself for a moment before bringing his gaze back up to meet his quarry. ". . . intimate kind." His tone had changed with those last two words, and had become very suggestive.
The human's eyes widened for the umpteenth time as he realized the unmistakable truth - the bovine was going to force him into pleasuring himself. "N--no . . ." He uttered as he began to shake his head in fearful disbelief. "You can't do this! I won't let you!" He began to struggle and kick in hopes of squirming his way out of the tauren's grip, but he was quickly stopped by the ravenous creature.
Atreyu used his brute strength to push the human a few inches higher up the tree, scraping his furless body against the hard bark. "If you cooperate, I will let you go. If you don't, then this will become much less enjoyable for both of us." The tone that the bull had taken on was more than enough to make Saul cease his struggles. "That's better." Atreyu said, his tone returning to normal. "Now, I'm going to put you down. Do not try to escape. It would be a shame if I had to . . . stop you."
Begrudgingly, Saul nodded and was slowly lowered back to the ground. His still-naked body shivered when the tauren released his warm grip and allowed the cool breeze to wash over his shoulders. Atreyu stepped to the side, allowing the human the room to get around him. Saul looked up at his captor, wondering what he wanted him to do. The bull gave him a nodding gesture, indicating his backside. The human gulped nervously as he slowly began to walk around the giant bovine. As he made his way around, his eyes caught sight of his belt on the ground between the tauren's legs, his daggers still lying in their holsters. Suddenly, it appeared as if there would be some hope that he could get out of this situation with his dignity.
Just seconds before Saul was about to reach for his daggers, the tauren scooped up the belt with one of his hooves and kicked it into the lake. As he watched his weapons sink into the water, so too did he watch his only hope drown along with them. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about those, did you?" Atreyu asked evilly.
All that Saul could do was growl with frustration at his captor. The tauren turned his gaze toward his quarry, the look in his eyes inspiring fear in the young human. Reluctantly, he continued on until he was behind the bovine and virtually all he could see was the creature's huge furry backside. Atreyu leaned onto the tree with one hand while beginning to lower his loincloth with the other. Saul couldn't help but cringe a bit as the meager clothing was peeled away, revealing two huge, fur-covered mounds that hovered only a foot from his head; as he stared at the tauren's rear, Saul struggled to not imagine what else that this area of the body was used for, but in the end he ultimately failed.
"I want you to make me feel good." Atreyu groaned lowly. "Use your hands."
Saul gulped hesitantly as he raised his arms up and slowly began to push them between the two thick cheeks. The tauren's body shuddered as he felt the human's hands part his rear and press up against his puckered hole. Atreyu took a breath to relax himself and soon found his body opening up to allow the small creature's hands entry. The bovine grunted in approval as he felt the human begin to slip inside. "More." He groaned. Saul reluctantly obeyed his directions, pushing his arms half way inside the warmth of the bull's rear. Squishing sounds filled the human's ears as he felt the entrance open wider and wider to accommodate his limbs.
Atreyu's body was quick to react to the sudden stimulation, and the bull felt his malehood begin to stiffen and grow between his legs. "Deeper. Move around a bit." He demanded as he started to use one huge, three-fingered hand to feel along his body. *Deeper? How much further does he think I can go?* The human thought incredulously, pushing his arms in deeper as he began to feel around the slippery, fleshy walls of the bull's innards. "Ooh! That's it!" Atreyu groaned as his mind began to wash away in a sea of pleasure.
The bovine's body began rocking back and forth into the human, slowly sliding his arms half way out of his rear only to thrust them in again. Saul could barely keep his balance as the creature's backside rocked into him mercilessly. *Just keep going for a little bit longer, then he'll finish up and you can get on with your life.* The human thought to himself, not knowing that Atreyu had different plans. Suddenly, the tauren thrust his rear back with such force that Saul's head became wedged between his cheeks. The human immediately began to struggle and try to pull his head out, but he quickly realized that something was preventing him from doing so. Saul's eyes widened in shock when realized that Atreyu had ceased his rocking motions and had placed one of his huge hands on the human's back, preventing him from escaping.
Mere moments after Saul came to his startling realization, Atreyu begin to push on the human's body, forcing it into his own. The tauren groaned loudly as he felt the head and shoulders stretch his hole wide as they slipped inside. "NO!!" Saul cried at the top of his lungs as he watched the widening ring pass over his vision. The dim tunnel that lay before him glistened with moisture and squished with every movement he made.
No longer able to ignore the throbbing shaft between his legs, Atreyu used his other hand to grasp his malehood and begin stroking it gently. With no hands left to support himself against the tree, the tauren lurched forward a few inches until his shoulder met with the tree's bark. Barely fazed, Atreyu grunted as he pushed the human in deeper. Looking down at himself, the tauren could see the slightest hints of a bulge begin to form in his gut. "That's right. Keep fighting . . . yeah." Atreyu murred to himself, knowing that the human could not hear him.
Saul felt most of his torso become encompassed by the warmth of the tauren as he was forced deeper inside, his own sweat working against him to make the trip easier. Gradually, the human felt the hope that the bovine would let him go fade away as he was slowly engulfed by the massive creature. His struggles grew wilder and more frenzied with each inch that was claimed by the other male's rear, but no matter how hard he tried he could not get free.
Atreyu snorted in pleasure as he pushed the human's rear into his own, leaving only a pair of kicking legs to be seen by the outside world. Soft moans escaped him as he stroked his malehood faster and faster, his body slowly nearing orgasm. "Just a little more." He told himself as he grabbed a hold of one of the human's legs and pushed him in a little more. "Uh!" Atreyu grunted loudly as he felt his quarry fill him further. The bulge in his stomach had become much more obvious and defined in the past minute, and one could easily see the lines that depicted Saul's head, arms and upper torso. With only his prey's knees and feet still sticking out of his backside, Atreyu began to tease the human by caressing the wriggling swell in his gut.
Far beyond hope, Saul continued to fight for his freedom as he felt his devourer rub him from the outside. A few moments passed in the darkness of the bull's innards before he felt the creature's hand push on his feet and force him all the way inside. Warmth encompassed Saul's feet as they traveled the same route that the rest of his body had gone down moments earlier, finally joining him somewhere deep within the tauren, where he was forced to curl up into a ball.
Moments later, the bull's whole body tensed and shuddered as he came to a climax. Seed gushed from Atreyu's malehood onto the grass below as he panted heavily against the tree. After a few moments, he was able to gather himself and smile as he looked down at his enlarged gut. He gave the moving bulge a few contented pats as he sighed to himself. "Oh my . . . that was fun." Atreyu said approvingly as he rubbed the swell in his abdomen. "I guess today wasn't such a boring day after all."
END |
Chapter 6 - Blazer's Consideration by Averieth | #6 of A Charizard Menace - Months had passed and we lived in Charizard Valley, Kronic had evolved into Chameleon and they went to see Shelldon and Cron everyday in the morning and come back in high noon for lessons. My kids and Ronac's kids had become friends and me... I was just staying in the cave | [
"M/F",
"Pokemon"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51513-chapter-6-blazer-s-consideration | Months had passed and we lived in Charizard Valley, Kronic had evolved into Chameleon and they went to see Shelldon and Cron everyday in the morning and come back in high noon for lessons. My kids and Ronac's kids had become friends and me... I was just staying in the cave with nothing to do. Sometimes Dronis and Alestor take me out just to give me some work out and I still don't know how to fly without any proper guidance but I'm getting to it. There is one time I almost fell down a cliff. Today is just like any other days, peaceful like always. Ashley went to Ronac's place. The rest of us were staying in my cave doing nothing.
"Dad, I'll go take a walk outside and be back in a couple of hours." Kronic said. "Okay but don't be long, Kronic." I said. And with that he walked out the cave. "You want me to follow him and come back if anything went wrong." Sparky said. "Yup..." I said and Sparky run after Kronic. "Where's Sparky going, Honey." Kailina said, walking from the end of the cave. "Ohh, he's going the keep and eye on Kronic without him knowing." I said. "For his sake Mark just gives the boy some privacy..." She said. "Ohh but we need privacy too..." I said. "Oh you sneaky little dragon... have this planned long ago isn't it?" She asked. "You have no idea, honey..." I said seductively.
I frenched her as I forced her body onto the floor of the cave, pinning her down. The kiss lasted for five minutes. I broke the kiss and moved my left claws down her belly, then in-between her legs. She was warm and wet down there. "Since when you get wet faster than me???" I asked. "Since you seduce me..."She said playfully. "Oh yeah, we'll just have to see about that" I said then moved my claw back and forth inside her outer lips. I liked the feel of her flesh and her breath on my neck. Her breathing got heavier, but only slightly. Suddenly, she grabbed my and shoved it within her. She jumped up a bit at the intrusion from my claw. With all this motion, I started moving my finger inside and out. She gave coos of relief and I started to get hard. I was moving my finger far enough inside of her that the flesh of my index made it inside. All a while, I was still being gently stroked by Kaly (Author's Note: Let just call her Kaly instead of Kailina now.). I kept repeating the action until I went a little too deep and hurt her accidentally. She made a sort yelp, but not that one of a dog like pokemon. She took my finger out of her.
"Now you horny dragon, ready for the next level???" Kaly said then got down on her hands and knees. She started to lick my sheath. I moaned loudly and my member kept growing. After a minute, my 8 inch long member was exposed. She gaze at her "Well, what do we have here... " She said. "Ohh.... You got me mighty hunter, what will you have me do?" I asked then she quickly got to work and inhaled my cock within her awaiting mouth, leaving me there panting. She was moving her head back and forth. She started to play with my ball sack. Her bobbing motions were starting to tingle a bit. She wrapped her tongue around the tip and went on doing what she was doing before. I knew now that she wanted something more then my moans of pleasure and she wasn't far from getting it. This new motion she found added along with her tongue wrapped around in the position it was, I couldn't hold it in any longer even if I tried with all my might because I never done this as a Charizard before. She felt my balls start to lift, signaling that her work was about to pay off. To make this move smoother, she tightens her lips and tongue. Her bobbing motion quickened dramatically. Her fast change of pace was all I needed to launch my load down her throat. Her eyes went wide from the intense flavor and quantity of my seed. She swallows as much as possible, but there was just way too much and some leaked put of her mouth and dripped onto the floor of our cave. She lifted her head off my cock and smiled.
"It's a bit much, don't you think, Mark?" Kaly said. "It's been a year since our last activity; I don't even have a chance to spend a night with you." I said. "I know, I'm just messing with you to get you hornier..." She said. "Aww C'mon Sweetie, you know I can' help it... Can't blame me that you're so god damn beautiful and sexy... now can you??" I asked. "No I can't and I can't deny that how handsome you are." She said as she gives my shaft a tight squeeze. "I can't take it anymore; will you have me inside you???" I asked. "What are you waiting for you hunky dragon???" She said seductively.
I gave her a quick kiss. Then I positioned myself over her, with our tails entwined underneath him. She gave me a nod and I entered her. I dipped my pleasure hungry member inside her weakened tender life-giving organ, wanted nothing else then to start jabbing her insides. But before I could do so, I had to make sure she was ready. She repositioned herself on the floor. It felt different with part of me inside her. She was in utter and complete bliss. After a good five minutes of jabbing, she was starting to feel painful, it didn't feel like she had expected. It was badly painful, instead of pleasurable. My size was the real problem!
"I...I don't think I can handle... you! You're too... big as a Charizard; you've completely... filled me up... Back when... you are human... this doesn't seem... to be a... problem... but now... everything inside my body... feels like... as if it's... tearing apart because of you, and the feeling really... hurts!" She yelled. "Don't worry Honey, it will go away soon." I said. "It already is, but I'm not going to be the same for a while." She said.
I started to pump into her. The feeling for her was quiet odd, it felt is if she was stretched too much! But that same tingling feeling from when I had played with her with my tongue, started to arouse inside her walls. It kept growing and growing. She now felt no discomfort from my meat; her body had finally adjusted to its size. She was glad that the feeling was finally good. On top of that, the sweet, sugary, tartness that you get on the tip of your tongue after eating something that has those ingredients in it with a concentrated amount to make you just flip out after it reaches your mouth. Something similar was happening below and it was causing her a sensation that she hoped would never stop. Just more tingly and pleasurable then what happens when you eat the sugary product. It was driving her nuts! I started to pump her hole. Shoving, drilling, banging, diving, nailing and pushing my member as deep into her opening. I had only done this once before and I'm not voluntary about that time too. So I didn't know if I was doing this right. I looked at her, without stopping of course. She looked at me, big eyes, and those eyes of delight. They sparkled with innocence; they admired me and my work. She didn't care if I was doing it wrong or not. She loved me and those eyes showed it. I tried different rhythms; some were two soft pushes and then one hard jab. Others consisted of an easy pump, then harder and harder. I tried all kinds that I've seen from the internet, driving my cock as best as I could into her so that she got an equal amount of fun out of this as I was. I pulled her lips to mine. My tongue danced inside her mouth with hers and it was something she craved so much that she had to pull me even closer. She reamed her slick muscle at me. She needed to have the taste of my saliva inside her mouth. So spicy was my spit, volcano lava! It impaled her senses as my meat did the same inside of her walls. She was so close now and so am I. I needed release or I would surely die! I repeated my motions only exceptionally faster! She moaned and moaned with ecstasy. I was pushing our limits and I knew that. I liked that, she loved it! She was going to push her to the hilt! My energy to stop myself from exploding was quickly fading. But I kept on at, digging at her with all my might. I was going to shoot my load, so I pulled out of her and drove in one last time. I moaned when my orgasm hit me. I spurted waves of waves of my life-giving seed into her. Kaly didn't wait too much longer either. The feeling of my liquids inside of her was mind blowing. Her own orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. Her orgasm was so big that she managed to get a shot passed my member and it covered my ball sack. I liked it no doubt. My river of cum stopped about the same time that she did. Not that long after starting, it was incredible nevertheless. I was still engulfed inside of her, wanted to stay this way forever, but I knew this could not happen. I was starting to shrink back into my stealth. I was very tired however it took little energy to remove myself from her snatch. I just laid there beside her, completely exhausted. Kaly wasn't quiet done yet. She grabbed my remaining length and sucked every drop of cum off of it. She licked the rest of me, including my balls, which she had soaked earlier. She did not like the taste of her own fluids as much as she liked mine. So before did anything else, she got on top of me with her pussy stuffed in my face.
"Now is my turn to get clean up, I just finished yours and besides you owe me the best pleasure that I've ever experience." Kaly said. "Why not, the man of the house should clean up the messes that he made..." I said.
She giggled from what I had just said. However, I did a great job cleaning her up. She couldn't help but muffle while my slick flavor taster over her cunt.
\*\*\* Meanwhile \*\*\*
Kronic walks for like an hour and he began to feel tired, then he found a cliff and decided to sit down and have a break. He looked around... Nothing's in sight, No birds, no pokemon, nothing... "Huh‾ why am I so bored???" Kronic asked himself. "Nothing seems to interest me these days..." Then he heard something behind him. "You can come out now Mira, I know you're there." Kronic said. A Female Chameleon come out from the bushes and started to walk towards Kronic.
"Why are you spying on me?" He said. "I was just walking around; I'm not spying on you I promise... I see you always alone while we're having our lesson with Shelldon." Mira said. "I just don't want to be around people, I'm... different." He said. "So what, every people in this valley are different." Mira said. "I'm not as normal like you or our classmate." Kronic said. "Is it because of your skin tone???" She asked. "Well part of it..." Kronic said. "So what, every pokemon is unique... so do their skin tone...I don't see where the problem...is" She said. "I just don't want to talk about it, it's for your own good..." Kronic said. "I just want to-" She slipped when she was finishing her last sentence. "MIRA!!!" Kronic quickly grabbed her but he's isn't doing so well either, they were hanging there on the cliff.
Sparky heard Kronic yelling Mira's name and he quickly ran back to my cave and he saw me sleeping. "MARK!!!" Sparky yelled. "5 more minutes." I said, still feeling a little bit groggy. "MARK!!! Kronic's in danger!!! He was hanging by the cliff!!!" Sparky yelled. "WHAT!!? Why didn't you say so !!!?" I yelled and quickly ran out the cave with Kaly and Sparky.
When the kids fall, at another hilltop...
"Ronac look!" Alestor said. "Yes Dad???" Ronac said and turn around then he saw Mira and Kronic fell. "Mi-" Ronac yelled and was stopped by Alestor. "But Dad, Mira's in danger..." Ronac said. "I know... but look over there..." Alestor said. Ronac looked over and saw me running as fast as I could to the cliff. "Isn't that Mark???" Ronac asked. "Yes son, it is him... this will be a great opportunity to prove himself to join the blazers." Alestor said. "You mean like the time you save us from a landslide then the previous headmaster let you join..?" Ronac asked. "Yes son... Just like that time." Alestor said.
After 5 minutes of running, I finally reach the place where Kronic is. "Kronic!!! Where are you son!!?" I yelled out loud. "We're here dad, help us... Mira is falling..." Kronic yelled back from the cliff but by the time I reach there, they fell... "Kronic!!! NO!!!" I yelled then I jumped and Kaly saw me jump down while she land... "NO Mark!!! You can't fly yet!!!" Kaly yelled. "I don't care... I'll try anything now..." I yelled back. I let myself fall just like any other charizard do... then I grabbed Kronic and Mira. After that I stretch my wings just like Alestor and Cron teaches me and flapped my wings as hard as I could. After several tries and finally it work, I'm flying... Kaly closed her eye, too scared to watch... "Kaly...Mark's flying..." Sparky said. Kaly's eye shot open and quickly take a glance at me flying. When I flew back to the cliff, I put the kids down and Kaly hugged me and she cry. "Don't \*sob\* you ever \*sob\* scared me like that \*sob\*... I could \*sob\* lose you \*sob\* like the last time" She said while crying. "That won't happen again if this kind of things won't happen again." I comfort her.
\*\*\*Back to the cave\*\*\*
After we ate our dinner, Kaly went to set Ashley to sleep... I went out to have some fresh air. Kronic came to me... "Dad... Can we talk???" Kronic asked. "Sure son, what is this about..." I asked. "Well, I feel bad that you have to risk everything and try to save me... You could've died that time like the last time you face Giovanni." Kronic said. "Kronic, you know why a human like me will marry a pokemon like your mother???" I asked. Kronic shook his head. "I marry her because I love her, and I love every one of you with every molecule of my being... That's why I'll keep you from harms way by means any necessary." I said. "I love you, Dad." Kronic said and then we hugged. At the same time, I felt some wind blew over then I quickly broke the hug and turn over. It's Ronac... "Mark, my Dad wants to see you." Ronac said. "Me? Why would the headmaster want to see me in the middle of the night???" I asked. "Ohh, you'll see... eventually..." Ronac said, chuckling... "Kronic, go in and tell mom I'm going to see the headmaster and I'll be back in a few hours." I said. "Okay Dad..." Kronic said. And with that I took off with Ronac.
\*\*\* In Alestor's place \*\*\*
Ronac left me outside the cave and he went back to his own place. I slowly walked inside the cave and I saw Charla and Alestor sitting on the floor. "Mark, come here and have a seat..." Alestor said. "Okay...I guess..." I said, walking towards them and sit down. "Mark, how would you like to join the Blazers, we could use some people like you." Alestor said. "But Alestor, I still new to this place, I'm not capable of such position... I haven't even fully discovered my technique yet..." I said. "Mark, you can do more than just saving the kids you know..." Alestor said. My eye shot opened and my jaw dropped. How is he able to know this so quickly...? "How... err, did you know that I saved the kids..." I asked. "Ronac and I were gathering some items on the mountain, when we heard Kronic yelled Mira's name... I knew something gone wrong, when I turned and looked... Kronic and Mira were hanging at the cliff. I asked Ronac to watch and he is just hot-headed and wanted to go save the day but I stopped him." Alestor said. "Why did you stop him???" I asked. "Because I knew you wouldn't take any chances by letting Kronic out alone, this isn't the first time you sent Sparky to spy on him... He's a growing boy, he need spaces. I know you care about him but what kind of parents don't, so just give him some space, Mark." Alestor said. "Yeah, Okay but you still haven't said why you're so interested for me to join the Blazers, I'm too young and inexperience... I'll just get in your way..." I said. "You know what... Ronac said the same thing to me when he first join the Blazers. Listen Mark, age is not a factor to me. It's your heart that really matters in the end. Although your techniques are still underdevelopment but time will make the difference. Trust me on that, I learned that the hard way..." Alestor said. "Okay, I'll join but what do I do when I joined???" I asked. "We help other pokemon in this valley, protect them, and give them hope... And now Mark, kneel down to accept the marking of the Blazer..." Alestor said. I kneel down like Alester asked me to and then he walked behind me. Afterward I felt a little bit painful on my wing. "Its okay Mark, the stinging will pass" said Alestor. After ten minutes of marking, I'm officially in the Blazers. |
Expedition: Towards the Breach by Serafine666 | #16 of Expedition In which the plan is refined, an unpleasant situation realized, and it becomes time to go... - _SAFES Liaison's Log, Science Vessel_ **_Searcher_** _, September 23rd, 2555:_ And so it comes. Almost from the moment that we arrived above Viisymel, some part of me has been expecting | [
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And so it comes. Almost from the moment that we arrived above Viisymel, some part of me has been expecting that our limited mission would eventually involve large-scale combat. I think that Admiral Williams has expected the same thing; more than that, I think she selected her command team with an eye towards having to face this situation. Given how much preparation has gone into this and how much competence has been gathered into one place, it galls me that *my* part in the plan would prove to be the weak link. I just got word from the science station *Charles* that the immense strain on the ripple gate systems caused by tunneling the *Hammer* and her escorts across the galaxy just barely avoided backfiring into the station's AI and essentially taking the gate down for weeks to come. But although we dodged a bullet, hundreds of fuses, breakers, and sacrificial circuits need to be replaced before we can attempt another mass-tunnel of ships. This means that, unless something changes, we won't have access to the Hammer-class ramming frigates to shield the transports and penetrate to the bulge spaces of *Majesty*. Moreover, Socrates has just finished calibrating our ultra-low frequency equipment and has discovered an extremely regular pulse of x-radiation... just like the pulse of a sonar apparatus and likely for the same purpose. This means that all this time, while we've been assuming that the Imperial Fleet has no way to pinpoint our position in space, they've had eyes on us the entire time-and our jamming equipment is not designed to disrupt sensors that operate on such a low frequency. I don't even *want* to try and wrap my head around the implications of this but the most obvious and immediate one is that their breaching ships will soon have the six points of location to draw a bead on the fleet. Our one saving grace is that there is no indication that the viis have ever pursued artificial intelligence technology and thus, they must rely on mundane supercomputers and the skill of their gunners to make the shot over an extreme distance on a moving target. All the while, thanks to skilled AIs like ATLAS, we'll be able to direct effective area bombardment against the Imperial Fleet. Still, that the admiral has to resort to area bombardment early and compensate for the absence of the Hammers partly due to my part of this effort is embarrassing.
On a different note, it's been a real treat looking over the equipment that SAFES designed especially for Lee's marines. The powered infantry armor is very flashy and a true engineering achievement but developing a limited-use specialized weapon is not nearly so impressive as augmenting the standard SAFA/G arsenal. Apparently, the armaments division designed a whole arsenal around the .45-70 pistol cartridge, taking advantage of the fact that the old round was revived for use in the standard heavy sub-machinegun. Their sidearms, their light automatic weapons, and even their rifles have been chambered to use a single cartridge. The most interesting, by far, is the lever-action copy of the 1873 Winchester repeater which is amusing to look at (since the original was designed over 700 years ago) but with modern engineering, it's fully as deadly as many of the standard assault rifles and enforces strict firing discipline because of the need to take a deliberate action to load each round into the firing chamber; all the advantages of a bolt-action gun with a much more efficient mechanism. They've also adapted a riot shield, of all the counterintuitive things, to be useful to a fast-moving hard-hitting assault force; if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd have scarcely believed it. No doubt, Lee's soldiers can make a very good fight of it if we can get them on board *Majesty*... which, it would seem, is the entire crux of the matter.
***Dr. Melinda Campbell, SAFES***
"As Ah see it, we have two objectives in this operation." General Lee said as Sera stood with him beside a holographic model of *Majesty*. "The first and most important is the capture of this Grand Admiral you seem so fond of. The second is the seizure of *Majesty* herself so she can eventually be hauled home and dissected by SAFES." He looked at her. "Am Ah correct, General?"
"Mostly." Sera replied. "They're more cocurrent than separate since a vital component of securing *Majesty* is killing or capturing the any forces on board capable of resisting. We regard the Grand Admiral as a vital target to take alive because he appears to have all the relevant information about viis tactics, dispositions, and armaments in his head. However, and please emphasize this to your marines, the ultimate purpose in even targeting the Grand Admiral is to take him off the board permenantly. His death would represent a grievious loss of intelligence but he is the only figure that we know of in their command structure with the intelligence and imagination to successfully prosecute a war. We can eventually learn what we need through other means; they have no way to replace him if he is captured-or killed."
"So...?"
"So make every effort to capture him alive but our mission will be considered a success if we lose Kaarchan but gain *Majesty*." Sera told him. "In fact, to be perfectly frank, if we deny them *Majesty* by destroying it, we'll still have removed the only ship in their fleet with the firepower to prevent a wholesale masssacre by the *Haephestus Hammer*'s new weapon batteries. This is a mission that will be difficult to wholly fail, General, so it seems like an optimal assignment for a new form of infantry."
"My boys can take the ship if your boys can get them there." Lee assured her. "Regular infantry in standard armor with standard weapons could kill their garrisons and possibly their standard infantry as well. SAFES built a whole new arsenal for the marines."
"Including a full armored suit." Sera noted, thinking of Sergeant Zanardi.
"Oh, that's not just an armored suit, General." Lee grinned. "It's powered infantry armor. Those rigid plates on the limbs are covering a bunch of servomotors and they're carryin' enough battery power to go for up to 24 hours."
Sera stared at him. "Powered infantry armor? I thought SAFES chucked that in the scrap heap. Figured that infantry in armor that depends on electrical power would turn into sitting ducks if a wire got loose or something."
"Swastika changed their minds." Lee chuckled. "Came up with a design that allowed infantry to remain somewhat mobile in the event of a system failure. At least mobile enough to pop the releases and bail out at which point, the suits become good armored cover. In fact, some of my boys did this interesting trick in war games where they'd use the heavy carrying capacity to haul in tons of supplies and then just park the thing there as some sort of supply station. There were some mighty unhappy OpFor who thought my marines had run out of ammo only to get shot up when my boys reloaded from their empty suit."
"I'm guessing that the armor's pretty good."
"M50 staggers 'em but doesn't kill 'em." Lee confirmed. "They can actually fire an M40 with good accuracy but their standard weapon is an AR40. It's no fun trying to kill a marine in powered armor spraying you with .40 caliber bullets. And that, General, is just a taste; you should see some of my boys do hand-to-hand with enough power to penetrate a cinder-block wall."
"So what's the outfitted percentage?" Sera tried to keep calm but enticing visions of armor-clad marines maching straight through enemy fire with bullets boucing off flitted through her head.
"About... five, maybe six." Lee shrugged. "It's like any other weapon system, General, and its so exotic that you need extensive training. They're equivalent to tanks, ponderous and killed pretty easily if other infantry have the time to be creative and so, they're there to draw bullets while conventional infantry do most of the killing."
"Any other special toys your marines have that I should know about?"
"Riot shields. 'Cept bigger and better. In drills, we use them to rush a gun line becayse they're light for their size and damned hard to penetrate. Oh, and you can club enemies down with it. Usually, they never get back up." Lee paused thoughtfully. "There's a couple other things but they're still in combat trials. A shame... we could do some great things with the timed demolition charge launcher in corridors."
"Time demolition charge launcher?" Sera quirked an eyebrow. "Sounds like something you'd see on one of those old comedies about the army."
Lee smiled at that. "It's much more practical than Ah make it sound. It actually makes perfect sense, if you think on it. The problem for combat engineers is always getting their charges to the target so why not be able to plant the charges without physically walking there?"
"Yes, well, making a carrier out of an iceberg and sawdust made sense too, at some point." Sera chuckled. "So, we have the major objectives ironed out. Where are you planning on making entry?"
Lee tapped his chin thoughtfully as he looked over the model. "Obviously, we cannot make entry directly on one of the objective points." He observed. "Besides the fact that it will be heavily-irradiated, there's too high of chance that cutting tools will strike something important. Unless their design philosophy is astoundingly foolish, it is similarly impossible to make entry onto their bridge; it would be buried deeply and well-defended. We are certain that they must have at least two barracks areas: one for their slaves and another for garrison soldiers there to keep the slaves obedient. Likely, there are many of them spaced throughout *Majesty* for maximum coverage although they are important enough that we need not worry that we'll enter on one."
At this point, he stopped and continued looking at the hologram. Sera waited for a moment, thinking that the general was just taking a pause, before clearing her throat. "If those points aren't..."
"Give me a moment, please." Lee continued to look at the model for another minute before pointing to a point midway between the apparent front of the ship and the engines. "This will be the entry point for the first transport." He moved his finger to one of the hanger bays. "For the second." Then towards the front of the ship. "The third."
"With respect, General, it's probably not practical to go through the entry points for all twenty transports one-by-one and then go through the secondary points in the same manner." Sera gestured to the control pad at the base of the hologram. "Perhaps input them and have the projector highlight them all at once?"
"Of course." Lee nodded his assent. "Ah apologize, General... Ah am used to working with fewer transports." He turned and smirked slightly. "And more patient compatriots."
"Oh, I'm not the impatient one, General Lee... mistress Schedule, on the other hand, is extremely impatient." Sera smirked back. "The faster we decide where we begin, the more time we have to plan out what to do when we get there."
"Fair point." Lee began to input his proposed entry point while Sera consulted a data pad with an assets roster and combat team organization. Lee had apparently put a great deal of time and effort into building his squads, each one outfitted with the optimal weapon mix for heavy close quarters fighting, weighted towards shotguns and the excellent S30, a virtual carbon copy of the famous P90 of the 21st century. It was no surprise to Sera that each squad also had a rifle team, at least two sharpshooters who could pick off combat assets from a distance; Lee was, after all, American and to the Americans, every Marine is a rifleman. Interestingly, the command organization was very NCO-heavy, containing almost no commissioned officers at all.
"I see you're fond of your sergeants, General." She commented, scrolling through the list to see where the gunnery sergeant she'd met earlier was located.
"A Marine spends most of his life without hearing anything from headquarters." Lee replied, not looking up. "The sergeant *is* his general until he wins. Used to drive normal grunts nuts that they couldn't sow much confusion by cutting my squads off from their radios. They had to figure out which mean sonuvabitch was the boss and shoot him and even then, they spent more time than they liked getting shot up because my boys reverted to 'kill them till you're dead' when the boss 'died'. We taught lots of generals lots of hard lessons when we figured out how we wanted to fight battles." He looked up and grinned a bit. "Life's just not fair when you're fighting marines."
"How many of your boys have done real work?" Sera asked, finally spotting Zanardi at the head of one of the three-squad teams that would be packed into each transport.
"Every last one." Lee chuckled. "You think the old claw would let me use green wood to carve marines? No, each one has decorations, some of them have many." He furrowed his brow. "Ah am glad that we had a short time to rest after the long twilight. Another century or so to calm everyone down and Earth is finally at peace. Damn, General... Ah am so glad to fight somewhere other than my native land."
"It's been a few centuries since battles were fought in Virginia, General." Sera commented wryly. "It's a bit too well-defended to be raided like the savages used to. And a bit too far away from them."
"Don't be so provincial. Earth is my native land, General... all of it." Lee tapped a button and small red circles began blinking over the length of the model. "Here're my proposals for the landing sites."
Sera put her pad down and walked over for a closer look. Just like the squad organizations, the landing sites showed that the human was an old hand at this sort of thing: sites were dispersed enough that defenders couldn't concentrate their forces in one spot and counter them all but clustered enough that each site could immediately turn and pitch into the flanks of whatever forces were trying to contain another of the beachheads. Like Athena had reccommended, Lee had steered clear of the engineering sections, concentrating on the slightly narrower portion of the ship that ran between the rear and the bridge but even with his earlier protestations, there was a cluster situated to go straight for the bridge and Sera suspected that when it came time to plan out their attack, the bridge would be exactly where that cluster would go.
"I like it." She finally said. "Dispersed but concentrated, situated so that it'll be difficult to figure out exactly where our biggest blow will land until it does. I'm uncomfortable with the fact that their engine room is off limits; if they have a way to vent the radiation or that armor of theirs can be adapated for extremely high-radiation environments, they'll retain control of every vital system at its source. But there's really nothing to be done about it, I guess."
"We could see if Commodore Andropoli's bomber wings can torpedo it." Lee suggested. "It is, after all, unneccessary for it to move under its own power and if the rear section is just vaporized by their power source going up, that's one less part to worry about."
"I'll talk to him." Sera agreed. "So what are your plans for general command setup? I can see that Mr. Zanardi is in charge of that lower assault but how are we working the midship assaults?"
"You and Ah shall split command, naturally." Lee replied, looking taken-aback by the question. "Ah am considering reforming your infiltration team from the raid on the laboratory since you have worked at least once with all of the members and twice with most of them. They're not my marines but SpecOps wanted to steal each and every one of 'em at some point or another. Beyond that, however, Ah have worked with Sergeant Morris and Miles Prower is a legend."
"A legend in what way?" Sera perked her ears with interest. "I know that he's a gifted medic and has a perfect eidetic memory but legendary?"
"More among the medical community than the general public." Lee admitted. "Ah am only aware because my granddaughter was involved in a very serious mountaineering accident and Captain Prower's photograph was in the lobby of the emergency room she was taken to. Ah asked about it, having met him and been impressed by him, and was told that during his tenure at the hospital, he was called the 'Angel of the Emergency Room'. Supposedly, he had a 5-year career and never once lost a patient which even Ah recognize is extremely unusual."
"I'm not sure I buy that but he must have been extraordinary if he got his own legend." Sera smiled.
"Ah admit that Ah half believe it, General." Lee shook his head. "Ah have never seen a medic as good as him and Ah've been around for a good long time."
"I doubt all that many medics were trauma surgeons." Sera stared at the projection for a moment. "This is a big thing to wrap my head around, General Lee... wargames are fine and I have some experience slaughtering fools who run madly at my killzones but I've never really been in combat."
"Hell of a time to see the elephant, General, but it's high time you did." Lee commented wryly. "But take heart: the strategy side of your duo has already figured things out and Ah am here to help tactically. Tomorrow, our fleet expands by a command ship and our POW population adds a Grand Admiral; it's a time to be happy and eager, not gloomy."
Sera laughed. "We're not going to win with the power of positive thinking."
"How else do you win a fight?" Lee looked completely serious. "At the end of tomorrow, Ah will be triumphant on an alien warship; where do *you* plan to be?"
"Sharing a cup of tea with the Grand Admiral in an interrogation room, having returned safely after winning." Sera grinned impishly. "You see, I plan to win *and* return alive."
Lee laughed at that. "That's the spirit, General. Ah advise that you stand ready because Ah suspect that we move as soon as the ramming ships are in place. Ah'll be interested to see what the plan is."
"I thought Shadow already..."
"No plan survives first contact with the enemy." Lee shrugged. "Enemies never do precisely what you want them to and so, the best commanders are the ones who still have a plan when the rules change. Ah believe Admiral Williams to be one such commander and thus, Ah am interested to see what her plan will be."
"Probably some variation of 'kill them all; God will know His own.'" Sera chuckled. "Really, what else would she do? Whether the fleet is forced to withdraw or pull us out or something else, it will immediately become necessary to bombard the Imperial Fleet to limit its movements and attack options."
"Ah suppose that we will see." Lee crossed his arms and looked pensively at the hologram. "Well, Ah have preparations to make with my boys, General. Ah would estimate that the load order will come within the next day as all the Hammers require is fuel for their reactors."
"I heard. Robotic ships, are they?"
"We'd hardly be using them for kamikaze work if there was anyone alive aboard." Lee turned and looked at her. "Unless you actually believed that Admiral Williams would trade lives for progress."
"You would." Sera pointed out. "I would. Shadow would. If you're in command, there will come a moment when you need to achieve something important and order the people who're willing to die to achieve something important to risk their lives. Some of them will die; if circumstances are good, most will not."
"Point." Lee conceded. "But no, there is no living person aboard the Hammers. There are low-level AIs but as ATLAS will attest, they are incredibly sophisticated computing machines, not people."
"True enough." Sera agreed. "Well, I have a few people I need to consult with before I lay my part of our grand design. I'll be seeing you, General Lee."
"Yes ma'am." Lee snapped her a quick salute as he turned back to the hologram.
"Ladies and gentlemen, zero hour is upon us." Shadow announced from the makeshift podium at the front of the large briefing room. "Captain Sakura has confirmed arrival of the Hammer ramming ships, a combination of every one of the vessels currently operational in SAFN. As we speak, they are assuming a standard shield formation and will hold in place until joined by the boarding transports. The transports will embark as a group from the *Haephestus Hammer* and remain behind the shield in a holding pattern until cleared to move. Assuming that the snub attacks on *Majesty* and the jamming vessels are successful, you should enjoy fairly smooth sailing and close-watch fire support. We are fully expecting a second viis fleet to arrive as reinforcement; fortunately, you won't have to worry about what's happening outside your target."
"With respect, ma'am, why the hell not?" One of the soldiers called out. "If they come in with one of those superbattleships..."
"Simply put, they can't drop into a system close to a major gravitational body without those gates of theirs." Shadow replied, almost seeming to expect the question. "Their reinforcement fleet has to travel cross-country to get to us which means that we'll see them coming far enough away for the Manticores to draw a bead. We can't kill *Majesty* with the battleships because it's in front of an inhabited world; its reinforcements aren't going to be that lucky. The spinal cannon hit hard enough to crack even one of those superbattleships in half. In any event, unless the Grand Admiral's suicidal and has the reinforcements destroy *Majesty* to kill you, which would be stupid on an unimaginable scale with angry battleships kicking them in the ass, they can't interfere with your boarding action."
"And if the fleet is forced to pull out?" The soldier persisted. "We ain't capturing an island, boss, where we can just hunker down and hope for the best. You can't vent part of an island into vaccum."
"That's for your officers to know and you to find out." Shadow responded drily. "If your officers are too dense to make use of the information I'll be giving them, well, General Lee stole your ass from the Steel Corp because he thought you could handle a little hiccup like that."
Random chuckling broke out at the wry reply and, after waiting for a moment to see if anyone else would speak up. Shadow continued. "Your specific objectives, movements, and disposition will be given to you in unit briefings but your broad goal is to neutralize the superbattleship *Majesty* by either destroying its functionality or its crew. It is the belief of I and the other commanders in this task force that the most efficient way of doing this is capturing the main bridge. Your secondary goal, which does not supercede your primary goal, is to capture the Grand Admiral alive for debriefing by SAFI; if this proves untenable, you are to ensure that he is killed. Our intelligence indicates that he represents the most significant source of strategic vision and overall military command skill that the viis are in posession of; removing him from the playing field, therefore, is likely to do major harm to their military effectiveness. Moreover, gaining access to his knowledge of viis military assets and doctrines would represent a crippling blow against their ability to effectively threaten the task force."
"Respect, Admiral, but if our plan allows us to destroy their shields and bulge spaces so we can penetrate *Majesty*, why not simply bombard it to death?" Gunnery Sergeant Zanardi asked from his place near the front. "If the primary goal is to neutralize *Majesty*, it would seem that the best way would be to destroy it and remove the Grand Admiral from the playing field that way. It would not risk the lives of soldiers and both your goals would be achieved."
"Destroying the ship by bombardment makes it impossible to verify that the Grand Admiral is dead before he'd moved out of our reach." Shadow replied. "The only way to ensure verification is an observed kill and that method opens up two possibilities that simple destruction does not: capturing a functional example of viis technology, representing the pinnacle of their capabilities, and capturing the one source that posesses all the data we couldn't steal from the Imperial Archives. I would prefer that we could do these things without casualities but it is unavoidable."
"Well, boss, ours is not to reason why..." He grinned and turned back to look at the marines around him. "...but to shoot the foe and make him die."
"Hoo-ah!" The marines around him proclaimed.
Shadow laughed. "I think I like yours better than the original, Gunnery Sergeant." She told him. "Generals Wilson and Lee have formulated your specific plan of attack and unless I'm mistaken, they're prepared to give combat team leaders their assignments. The rest of your devil dogs are dismissed."
Sera looked over at Lee as the non-officers broke up and began milling around. "Given that my command experience is primarily on-the-ground squad command, General, I believe you're better suited to command briefings than I."
"Ah was hoping you'd ask me to fly solo, General." Lee smiled. "Ah believe that you'd be best suited to liason with the Admiral, especially over Major Obsydien and Sergeant Morris' suggestion that we augment our loadout with some of the more... exotic weapons in the ship armories. Some of the armory inventories list Mark Fives, for example."
"Bullets know no mercy and soldiers accustomed to regarding 'the other' as a lower creature cannot be counted upon to be honorable." Sera replied a bit defensively. Lee didn't even need to vary his tone; simply mentioning the goodly number of flamethrowers was a question in and of itself. "It is an evil weapon but it terrifies like none other; if anything can shatter unit cohesion and break the will to fight, it's the hungry growl of a flame rifle."
Lee looked curiously at her. "General, the Mark Five is a standard component of a marine urban assault loadout. Ah know that many officers are uncomfortable with flamethrowers, given the long history of international conventions banning its use, but war is hell and to the victors belong the power to decide what is and is not a war crime."
Sera smiled, feeling oddly relieved by Lee's answer. "I appreciate not having to defend flamethrowers to you, General Lee."
"Serafine, for the time being, you and Ah will be colleagues. Ah am not adverse to a superior officer calling me by my proper Christian name although Ah object to being called 'Jim'." He smiled slightly. "Ah believe we've been calling one another by our titles or surnames for longer than necessary."
"Of course." Sera acknowledged. "Well, it seems that I have a conversation to have with Admiral Williams and you have one with Gunnery Sergeant Zanardi and his brethren."
Barely had Sera turned away from Lee than she found herself face-to-face with Shadow, who had apparently been just as set to talk to Sera as Sera was to her. Shadow, who didn't seem at all taken aback by how close they found themselves, adroitly gave Sera a peck on the cheek before they both stepped back to a more polite distance.
"Great minds think alike." Shadow commented, indicating Sera should follow her away from the hanger to a more private location, nor to mention one removed from the dull roar of conversation around them. "I thought you looked like you needed to talk to me."
"Yeah." Sera nodded as they slipped through one of the bay doors. "First, a formality: Akeya and Boom think it'd be smart to open up *Marauder*'s armories and augment Lee's marines' loadouts. Any objections?"
Shadow blinked and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Besides sort of wondering what marines fighting in ship hallways would need rocket launchers for?"
"I believe they were more thinking of things like supplementing their standard submachineguns with machine-pistols and Tommies. Maybe getting a few SH20Gs for heavy support that's a bit more portable than a full machinegun." Sera retorted wryly. "Marines *are* tilted towards the lightly-armed expeditionary unit end of things after all."
"Fair point." Shadow acknowledged. "That it?"
"So what happens if the fleet is forced to pull out?" Sera crossed her arms. "You got away with the comic answer because the grunts sort of expected it but I'd really like to know the answer."
"Frankly, the question is moot." Shadow grimaced. "The fleet isn't going to be forced to pull out because if it comes to a forced pull-out, it *can't* pull out. I suspect that all of Earth's fleets combined aren't large enough to screen a withdrawal if a multiple-system empire brings all its fleets home to crush us. Defeating the fleet that's here, and ripping into reinforcements as they come, is the only strategy available to us and it's only available to us because they apparently never developed the technology to get from any point A to any point B in a matter of hours."
"I can see why you didn't want to tell the marines that." Sera's brow furrowed. "So this is essentially a do-or-die engagement, isn't it?"
"It is." Shadow nodded. "But the deck is stacked in our favor at this moment and if we seize it, we improve our chances, especially if Leviathan decides to rush a refit and give us another supership."
"I really hope they plug in the right AI this time." Sera sighed. "I barely got to hear anything from Vulcan but it's clear that he doesn't have the disposition for a real fight. I hope we don't end up needing anything more than a fancy artillery battery."
Shadow patted her on the back. "Don't worry about it, dear... I have a solution to the Vulcan problem. And I'm definitely going to send a nastygram to Leviathan. Not a profane one, mind you, but asking whose bright idea it was to plug Vulcan into a warship embarresses them just enough for it to sting a little, without being outright rude."
"What sort of solution...?"
"Admiral?" ATLAS' voice suddenly intruded on the conversation, coming from no particular direction as it always did.
"Yes, ATLAS?"
"Big ol' heap of trouble." ATLAS sounded nervous, the first time Sera had heard any emotion other than lightheartedness from the AI.
Shadow's brow furrowed immediately. "The Imperial Fleet?"
"Scattering. Sort of like a bunch of ships expecting to be subjected to area bombardment and wanting to be in a good position to return the favor. Oh, and we can't put your cunning plan into action because there's some sort of complication at the Earth end of the ripple gate."
Shadow grimaced. "It's like they knew what we were planning and timed it just right."
"I wouldn't put mind-reading passed the Grand Admiral, boss, but I think we just got bitch-slapped by Murphy's Law." ATLAS responded with a touch of wryness. "Oh, and this latest news? Not the worst of it but you'll have to talk up Socrates to get the whole story."
"There's something *worse* than the Imperial Fleet making preparations to attack us?" Sera looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh, you betcha General." ATLAS's tone switched immediately to overblown cheer. "Socrates seems to think that their one-hit-kill breaching ships will soon have a bead on us. *Much* worse than a simple firefight, wouldn't you agree?"
Sera gaped. "*How?* We can't see one another with anything but the naked eye!"
"You're asking *me*? I'm not a science geek, General, and I don't smoke a pipe. Ask the eccentric fuzzy in a smoking jacket."
"We're heading to the command post on the next deck up, ATLAS." Shadow told her. "Get Socrates on the horn and ready to explain himself."
"Happily done, Admiral." ATLAS replied brightly. "He'll be ready when you are."
"Great." Shadow took off along the hall, walking, practically jogging, to the nearest lift.
"Think our smart friend in the giant ship made us?" Sera asked her, matching the vigorous pace easily.
"He couldn't have." Shadow shook her head quickly. "There's nothing he could possibly see that would lead him to conclude that we're preparing to assault the fleet. *Haephestus Hammer* looks, from the outside, like what it was originally designed to be and the ratio of forces is still extremely adverse."
"Then what?"
Shadow visibly thought about this a minute. "The Kaa." She concluded as they reached the lift and she punched the call button. "He must have gotten bored with the Grand Admiral waiting for reinforcements and demanded action."
"He must have a pretty short fuse then." Sera smiled slightly. "This standoff has been going on for only a few days."
Shadow shrugged as the lift arrived and she stepped on. "Who knows? Maybe he's pissed off about the palace raid. Maybe the Grand Admiral painted an overly optimistic picture for him. Maybe the reinforcements are so delayed that he didn't want to wait. Without the Grand Admiral in an interrogation room, it's hard to come up with even a good guess."
"So what are you thinking we'll do about this?" Sera leaned against the chest-high lift bars. "Assuming that they're scattering so they can attack with less chance of being destroyed, what'll we do?"
"Commence a full-scale bombardment immediately." Shadow replied instantly. "It's the only option we have without the Hammers. Doctor Campbell hasn't found any indication that the viis have ever tried to research AI technology so they have to rely on normal gunners which gives us a massive long-ranged advantage. ATLAS, for example, can hit a 500-meter drifting target with eighty-five percent success at just under two hundred kilometers."
Sera's eyebrows went up. "I'm no engineer but that must require insane amounts of computing power."
"It does. That's why ATLAS has access to six of the highest grade supercomputers working in tandem." Shadow smiled. "Irreverent she might occassionally be but the value of immense computing power, directed by a fully sentient intelligence, applied wholly to combat is why big ships like *Executor* have the BSY Core."
"So we commence area bombardment immediately, get them stunned and bleeding...?"
"And wait." The lift doors opened and Shadow departed, Sera beside her. "We do not have the numbers to cripple the Imperial Fleet, even with the advantage of precision at range, so seizing their biggest asset is the only way to come out ahead."
"So no matter what, we have to get the marines to *Majesty*." Sera shook her head. "I don't know how we're going to do that, Shadow, against an aroused foe that knows they're being attacked."
"Have some faith, dear." They reached the doors to the command post ans Sera blinked a moment, realizing that the doors were thickly armored, almost identical to the setup for the armories aboard the *Marauder*. As the doors creaked open to admit them, she half expected a large room full of highly sophisticatd equipment; that it contained only the simplest of machines and was just large enough that a 10-person command team could squeeze in took her aback as they entered.
"Tad spartan, is it not?" ATLAS has apparently lost no time in routing him because the face of Socrates' robotic avatar, placidly smoking his pipe, was waiting for them on the communications screen.
"It has the essentials and it's thickly-armored." Shadow replied with an indifferent shrug. "That, however, doesn't matter nearly as much as how their breaching ships can be tunneling through our jamming."
Socrates blinked and then sighed. "What were ATLAS' exact words on this matter?"
"That the breaching ships would soon have a bead on us." Sera told him. "Which sort of implies that they can see their targets through the jamming."
"Well, of course they can... the jamming doesn't make us invisible."
"You know what I mean."
"I do, in fact." Socrates switched the pipe to the other side of his mouth. "To be more precise, it is not the breaching ships themselves that are tunneling through the white noise we're generating. Because of the signals that we ourselves are using to jam their sensors, I cannot be entirely sure of the source but I have noticed extremely intense surges of x-rays on an extremely regular basis, much in the way that someone recording the ratio waves from a radar set would notice regularly-timed pulses of radio signal. I thus conclude that the x-rays stand a better than 90% chance of being used for the same purpose. Whatever the source of these surges, it is evidently removed enough from us that it can transmit a signal to the breaching ships supplying them with precise aiming coordinates."
"Have you eliminated astrological...?" Shadow trailed off as Socrates fitted her with a very dim look. "Never mind... of course you have. So why isn't our jamming suite scrambling those surges?"
"We do not use x-rays for that purpose nor were any scientists to this point aware that they *could* be used for that purpose." The pipe switched sides again. "Our jamming gear interferes with every form of detection apparatus of which we are aware; we were unaware of this one and thus, it is unaffected."
"Clever." Shadow grimaced. "Is there anything *Searcher* can do about this?"
"Nothing." Socrates looked a bit ashamed. "The ship is designed to be hypersensitive to all forms of radiation for scientific purposes, not to in any way affect them. However, I suggest that you speak to Captain Santos as the monitoring suite of a Delpi-II warship is specifically designed for the purpose of electronic countermeasures and electronic counter-countermeasures. If they are told what to look for, it is concievable that they could find it."
"I'll have a word with her. Thank you, Socrates."
"I am always pleased to be of assistance." Socrates smiled. "If I may, Admiral, while I have no scientific basis for the postulation, I *do* have a statistically probable guess as to the source of the x-ray surges."
Shadow quirked an inquisitive brow at the badger. "I'm listening."
"Based on the lack of other artificial objects in this space and taking into account predictable signal decay influenced by local cosmic background radiation, and also factoring in the high levels of artifical signal influencing said..."
"Socrates..."
"Those ring-like structures that the viis use as a hyperluminal transit network." Socrates concluded. "They are outside our strongest ECM envelope and could thus theoretically be taking readings and conveying them to the Imperial Fleet."
"So we'd have to start attacking stations about which we know nothing to stop their breaching ships from drawing a bead on important warships and killing them." Shadow sighed. "Perfect. And we still don't have the Hammers to go forward with the attack on *Majesty*."
"No plan survives first contact with the enemy, Admiral." Socrates observed sympathetically. "I deeply regret adding to your burdens."
"You're doing your job in an exemplary fashion, Socrates." Shadow replied quietly. "It's not your fault that doing your job well makes mine harder."
"Still, I regret the circumstances." Socrates bowed his head and the communications screen went blank. Shadow immediately thumped the nearby table with a fist.
"Dammit... I should have accounted for the possibility that this would happen." She growled. "Allowed myself to think that they did everything our way instead of considering that they might have different technical methods."
Sera sighed and hugged her friend from behind. "You're not perfect, dear." She said, giving one of Shadow's ears a friendly nip. "These things just happen."
Shadow sighed and leaned back against the hug. "I suppose they do." They remained like that a minute, Shadow leaning into the hug, Sera resting her jaw on her friend's shoulder, before Shadow turned her head slightly. "If only we had a way to breach the *Majesty's* armor enough for the assault transports to drill through. It's hard to believe that there's only one weapon in all of SAFN's arsenal that can do the job."
"Well, it's not as if we can jury-rig some sort of superlaser onto the..." Sera stopped for a moment and thought. "Hey Shadow... how many Stryker-class frigates do we have in the fleet?"
"Three... four... I'd have to ask..."
"Seven, Admiral." ATLAS supplied. "*Marauder*, of course, and the escorts for the *Yamato Banner* and *Haephestus Hammer*."
"Thanks, ATLAS." Sera pecked Shadow's cheek. "OK, next question: how efficient is that ablative material at preventing the armor from being heated by constant fire?"
"Heated?" ATLAS sounded confused. "Well... marginally but... that's..." She paused. "General, you're a genius."
"She is?" Shadow leaned forward enough that she could look back at Sera.
"Yeah, I am." Sera grinned. "Hypothetical question: how much do you have to heat the steel beams in a skyscraper to cause it to collapse?"
"Thirteen-seventy celsius. Why?"
"Mmm... nope." Sera grinned. "Nine hundred eighty. Starts losing strength at four hundred and loses ninety percent by one thousand."
Shadow frowned and then her eyes widened. "You're thinking that if the Stryker-class frigates prepare the armor by concentrating their SIB batteries, the transports can slice through it."
"Exactly." Sea hugged her tighter. "Well... almost. My thinking is that the SIB batteries can heat the armor enough that it'll collapse inward from whatever artificial gravity setup *Majesty* has, thus opening up the inner hull to the cutting instruments of the transports. It'd be delicate manuevering through the resulting hole, but not too much more intricate than getting your orientation and elevation exactly perfect on a moving target while defensive batteries are spraying lead."
"It'd be very hazardous." Shadow pointed out. "The Strykers are large enough to be hit by anti-capital batteries and don't enjoy the extremely thick shielding and armor of a converted asteroid-smasher."
"So pull your solution to Vulcan and have the *Hammer* suppress enemy batteries." Sera responded. "It's not a warship but its big guns are designed to be ship-killers with a fast enough recycle rate to single-handedly kill multiple capital ships in an orbital assault scenario. Granted, the stripped-down versions aren't nearly as powerful individually but they're amply powerful enough to rip the fangs out of *Majesty*."
"I don't know about that, Sera." Shadow frowned. "I'm reluctant to play my trump card early and turning the *Hammer* to 'kick-ass-take-names' mode before I really need to is a pretty valuable card."
Sera looked curiously at her. "What kind of solution are you contemplating? Short of replacing Vulcan with ATLAS..."
"Athena, actually." ATLAS interjected. "Speaking of such, Admiral, she wishes to remind you that she will kick your tail up between your ears if you let her body die while she's in the Matrix."
"You can *do* that?" Sera stared, open-mouthed. "You can hook a living person up to a BSY Core and have them take over?"
"I can hook an AI up to a BSY Core and have them take over." Shadow corrected her. "Like a wholly biological person, all that makes Athena who she is resides in her head; the rest is just flesh. And because her brain is actually a high-powered machine, disconnecting Vulcan and connecting Athena is quite simple."
"And when you plug my sexy copy into a supership with big guns, she can kick ass just like I do. But her guns will be bigger." ATLAS added, sounding excited. "It'll be like watching my little girl grow up and go into the family business, with the obvious exception that the little girl is me. But the Admiral is right: you want to flip the switch when it'll do the most good and the best time is when everyone assumes that the giant mobile dock is nothing more than an artillery battery."
"Sounds sort of... uh... risky."
"As long as we keep the primitive brain simulation module online, it'll keep her body alive." Shadow sighed. "In theory, at least. It's never been easy to determine how much of a crossover there is between the part that keeps the body alive and the part that does the rest but no matter how pissed Athena would be if her body died, there's no risk to Athena herself."
"That's something, at least." Sera nodded. "So, when should we get this party started?"
"I'm thinking... immediately." Shadow slipped out of the embrace and looked up towards the ceiling. "ATLAS, tell all carrier captains, especially Andropoli and Wong, to scramble attack groups, special emphasis on attack groups with dumb weapons. Get the marines into their transports, or at least getting ready to roll out, and start chatting up the littoral warships to get them into an assault formation with bombardment emphasis. Emphasize to Santos that she'll remain in battle-control mode and in a very safe place until I, you, or Andropoli says otherwise. Make sure the Manticores are ready to snipe their counterparts, carriers, and battleships in that order when the jamming goes down but emphasize that if *Searcher* gets an eye on incoming heavies, they're to abort whatever they're doing and prepare to kill the biggest baddest thing that pops out onto their radar."
"Acknowledged, Admiral." ATLAS replied, now business-like. "I already have repeats and confirms from the carriers. They estimate that all assets will be flying within three minutes. General Lee replies that his marines still need to get to the arsenals on the Strykers to be best-prepared, but adds that his boys could take *Majesty* with just their sidearms if you asked it."
Shadow smiled at that. "Tell him that he's got as much time as he needs; pulling the fangs and killing the dangerous ships in that fleet is going to take time."
"Telling him, ma'am." ATLAS reported. "Any other orders to convey?"
"No. Raise Captain Santos." Shadow turned to Sera. "Despite what I had ATLAS tell General Lee, dear, we'll need to get the marine mobile at a moment's notice. You'd better collect the team from the laboratory raid and get them topped off. This time, General, it's *your* squad."
"Yes, I sort of expected that it would be." Sera smiled. "Small unit command. The thing I was trained to do, have experience doing, and do well at."
"Making you work on the higher strategic tier hasn't hurt anything." Shadow observed. "Now you'd better get going. Have a safe trip, love."
"Don't try to be a hero, Shadow, and I'll have a safe trip." Sera leaned over and gave Shadow's cheek a quick affectionate lick. "See you on the other side, hun." |
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Es regnete in Strömen und eine vermummte Gestalt ging nichts ahnend ihres Weges im fahlen Mondlicht. Plötzlich hörte er einen lautstarken Schrei. Der Mann rannte in die Richtung von wo er vermutete das der Schrei kam und sah eine junge Werwölfin, die verletzt am Boden lag. Ein Vampir war gerade dabei sich auf sie zu stürzen und sie zu töten. Der Vermummte zog sein Schwert und rannte auf die beiden zu. Bevor der Vampir wusste wie ihm geschah wurde seine Verteidigung auch schon durch die todbringende Klinge des Vermummten zunichte gemacht. Sie war wie erstarrt als sie ihn sah, der Schock saß noch tief. Der Vampir sprang zurück, nicht fassend was geschehen war. Die Unfassbarkeit war ihm ins blutbesudelte Gesicht geschrieben. Das machte sich der Unbekannte zu nutzen und rannte auf den Vampir zu. Ein gellender Schmerzenslaut war zu hören, ehe der Kadaver des Blutsaugers leblos zu Boden sank. Er ging zur jungen Werwölfin hin und fragte sie, ob sie verletzt sei. „Es geht schon" sagte sie, doch ihre Läufe zitterten beim Aufstehen und sie fiel wieder hin. „Du bist verletzt. So kommst du nicht weit und du würdest eine leichte Beute für diese Blutegel abgeben. Wohnst du hier in der Nähe?", fragte der Unbekannte. Ein Hauch von Sorge lag in seiner Stimme. Sie sagte ihm ,dass ihr Dorf nicht weit von hier liege. Dort wäre auch ihr Clan zu finden: die Anti-Christliche-Vampir-Front, unter den Mitglieder nur ACVF genannt. Da sie selbst mit seiner Hilfe kaum laufen konnte nahm er sie huckepack und trug sie das Wegstück bis dorthin. Als die beiden im Dorf ankamen setzte er sie auf einem Brunnenrand in der Mitte des kleinen Platzes ab. Prompt eilten einige Mitglieder ihres Clans auf die junge Wölfin zu und löcherten sie mit Fragen. „Wo warst du denn?" und „Was ist passiert?". „Eine Gruppe von Vampiren hatte mich angegriffen. Einer hatte mich verletzt so, dass ich nicht mehr kämpfen konnte. Er hatte mich gerettet" und die Werwölfin wies dabei auf den Unbekannten, von dem bis dahin noch keiner Notiz genommen hatte. Sie waren zu sehr um ihre Mitstreiterin besorgt. „Mir fällt grad ein, das ich mich ja noch gar nicht bei dir bedankt habe. Wie heißt du eigentlich? Ich heiße Agrona", sagte sie freundlich lächelnd. „Richthofen ist mein Name." Sie reichten sich die Hände und mit leuchtenden Augen sprach Agrona zu ihm. „Ich danke dir Richthofen. Ich danke dir sehr für deine Hilfe." Wenige Augenblicke später krümmte sich Richthofen und fasste sich an die Brust. Blut war an seinen Händen. Auch sein Mantel hatte etwas abbekommen. Er taumelte und brach zusammen. Man sah eine klaffende, stark blutende Wunde unter seinem Mantel. Als Richthofen wieder erwachte brauchte er erst mal einen Augenblick um sich zu orientieren. „Was ist passiert?", fragte er. „Du bist auf einmal umgefallen und ich sah, dass du eine klaffende Wunde hattest. Du hast mich trotz der Wunde bis hierher getragen. Das war nett von dir." „Kein Problem", sagte Richthofen leicht lächelnd. „Unser Werwolf Ältester Grevioux möchte dich sehn. Er möchte dir für meine Rettung danken." Sagte Agrona. Sie gingen beide zu einer Hütte wo zwei Wachen davor standen. Drinnen war ein großer Holztisch mit sechs Stühlen Drumherum. Je einer am Tischende und zwei an den Seiten. An einem Tischende saß Grevioux und bat die beiden sich zu setzen. „ich danke dir das du Agrona gerettet hast. Eigentlich hätte sie schon längst wieder hier sein sollen. Von wo kommst du eigentlich? Deiner Kleidung nach zu urteilen kommst du nicht von hier." fragte Grevioux. „Das stimmt. Ich bin weit gereist auf der suche nach einem Clan." Richthofen nahm seine Maske ab. Jetzt sah man das er auch ein Werwolf war. „Es werden leider immer weniger. Irgendwer löscht die Clans systematisch aus." Sagte Richthofen. „Auf dem weg hierher bin ich auf drei niedergebrannte Dörfer gestoßen. Ich habe keine überlebenden gefunden. An den Hälsen der toten fand ich zwei Löcher wie von Vampiren. Aber seit wann sind Vampire so brutal?" „Sie greifen immer häufiger unsere jungen unerfahrenen Kämpfer an, wenn diese allein unterwegs sind." sagte Grevioux. „Aber nun genug für heute. Ruh dich weiter aus. Wenn du einen Clan suchst würde ich dich gerne aufnehmen. Jemanden wie dich können wir immer gebrauchen." „Da ich im Moment sowieso nicht hier weg kann, kann ich auch eurem Clan beitreten." Nach ein paar tagen ging es Richthofen wieder besser, so das er auch ein paar aufgaben übernehmen konnte. Da die übergriffe der Vampire immer näher ans Dorf kamen, wurden die Jungwölfe auch am Steinschloßgewehr trainiert. Und das war die Aufgabe von Richthofen, da er als einzigster damit umgehen konnte. Nach drei Wochen Dauer Training konnten alle mit dem Gewehr gut umgehen. Es war Nacht und Richthofen ging oben an den Palisaden entlang und schaute in den dunklen Wald. Auf einmal sah er einen Schatten der sich schnell durch den Wald in Richtung des Dorfes bewegte. Er sah etwas rotes im fahlen Mondlicht blinken und wusste sofort das das nur ein Vampir sein konnte. Also gab er Alarm und schoss auf den Vampir. Die anderen Werwölfe die Wache hatten schossen ebenfalls. Der Vampir schrie auf einmal kurz auf, was bedeutete das er getroffen wurde. Grevioux kam gerade angerannt und fragte was passiert sei. Richthofen erklärte ihm was passiert war und Grevioux befahl noch mehr wachen aufzustellen. Nur zur Sicherheit, denn das war nur ein Kundschafter. Das hieß das die Vampire dem Dorf schon sehr nah waren. Grevioux ließ am nächsten Tag eine Versammlung einberufen wo er allen Dorfbewohnern die Lage schilderte und das er einen Entschluss gefasst hätte. „Wir werden das Dorf evakuieren. Wir werden diese Nacht noch hier bleiben und morgen früh aufbrechen. Unser Ziel ist das Schloss Rosgarten. Nehmt nur das nötigste mit und packt heute abend schon alles ein was nicht benötigt wird." Sagte Grevioux mit fester stimme. „Alle die nicht kämpfen können verlassen morgen das Dorf. Nur Agrona, Richthofen, Chaos, A2Mini und ich werden hier bleiben und die Vampire aufhalten so gut wir können. Die Wachen gehen mit euch als Schutz vor Vampiren. Ihr müsstet in einem Tag da sein." So endete die Versammlung und alle packten schon mal ein was nicht mehr gebraucht wurde. Die Sonne war gerade aufgegangen und der letzte Pferdewagen hatte soeben das Dorf verlassen und alle bereiteten sich für die Nacht vor. Richthofen und Agrona schärften ihre Schwerter und machten die Gewehre für die kommende Nacht einsatzbereit. „Sag mal Agrona, wie lange bist du jetzt schon in diesem Clan?" fragte Richthofen etwas verlegen. „So etwa seit 3 Monaten, also noch nicht wirklich lange." Sagte Agrona mit freundlicher stimme. „Ich leg mich noch für ein paar stunden hin." „Mach das. Ich bleib solange hier sitzen." Sagte Richthofen. Endlich brach die Nacht über das Dorf hinein und alle machten sich bereit diese elendigen Blutsauger gebührend „zu begrüßen". Alle 5 Werwölfe verteilten sich auf der Palisade und warteten das die Vampire kamen. Sie hörten ein Horn und sofort kamen von überall aus dem Wald Vampire und sofort schossen die 5 Werwölfe so viele Vampire nieder wie sie konnten. Irgendwann gab Grevioux das Signal sich zur Dorfmitte zu bewegen. Leitern klatschten gegen die Palisaden und Vampire kamen dadurch über die Palisaden. Richthofen zog sein Hansui Schwert und Agrona ihre Turmalindolche. Auch die anderen zogen ihre Schwerter und stürzten sich auf die herannahenden Vampire. Nach etlichen stunden und einer unaufhörlichen flut von Vampiren passierte Agrona ein fehler. Sie rutschte aus und fiel hin. Ein Vampir stürzte sich auf sie und traf sie in der Schulter mit seinem Schwert. Sie schrie laut auf vor schmerz und Richthofen sah sie auf dem boden liegen. Der Vampir wollte gerade zum Finalen Stoß ansetzen doch Richthofen erwischte den Blutsauger vorher. Der ging langsam zu boden. Er zog sein Schwert aus dem Vampir heraus und eilte zu Agrona. „Jetzt hast du mir schon zum zweitenmal das leben gerettet." Sagte Agrona mit leicht schmerz verzerrter stimme. „Allmählich wird das zur Gewohnheit bei dir." Erwiderte er mit aufmunternder stimme. „Macht euch fertig zum Rückzug. Richthofen es tritt plan B in Kraft." Schrie Grevioux übers Schlachtfeld. Richthofen half Agrona auf Chaos Pferd. Grevioux und die anderen ritten auf ihren Pferden davon. Nur Richthofen war dageblieben um das Schwarzpulver das überall im Dorf verteilt war zu zünden. Die anderen waren gerade ungefähr 800m vom Dorf entfernt als das Schwarzpulver in die Luft flog. „Richthofen" schrie Agrona und fing an zu weinen. Doch auf einmal sah man einen Schatten in den Flammen und Agrona lächelte gleich wieder. Sie und die anderen erkannten Richthofen der, auf sein Schwert stützend, aus dem brennenden Dorf kam. Sie ritten zu ihm hin und er sagte: „Wie ich an Agrona sehe habt ihr wohl gedacht ich sei tot." Mit einem grinsen fügte er hinzu „Ich kann Agrona doch nicht allein lassen. Wer soll sie den sonst beschützen?" und wischte ihr die tränen aus dem Gesicht. Richthofen stieg zu Grevioux aufs Pferd und so ritten sie zum Schloss Rosgarten. Es vergingen Wochen und es wurden keine Angriffe von Vampiren mehr verzeichnet. Der ACVF ist im Schloss geblieben und Richthofen und Agrona haben sich besser kennen gelernt und sind glücklich. |
A War To Remember: Chapter Two by RandomDotters | #2 of A War To Remember Alan and Noelle come to in an unknown territory. What will that make of them? - Chapter Two Noelle was the first to come to. She scrambled up, shaking her head to regain hearing. It was a stupid instinct, seeing it probably only made the situation worse. She was very | [
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Noelle was the first to come to. She scrambled up, shaking her head to regain hearing. It was a stupid instinct, seeing it probably only made the situation worse. She was very relieved to hear her half-prick ears flap against her head. She looked around moaning softly, pain shooting through her back. Everything was different. There were trees, many, many trees. Bushes. A soft dirt ground. And the most discomforting - no other military personell to be seen. Noelle crawled over to Alan. Fear rose, seeing him lie there so motionless. Her paws shook as she reached for his throat, checking his pulse. He was alive. His pulse was racing. Suddenly, Alan started to growl. Noelle flinched, drawing her paw back. Alan shot up, baring his teeth. Noelle scrambled back, frightened. Alan's face softened when he realized who was fondling his neck. He pulled himself over to her and locked her in his arms. "Thank God you are alive," he mumbled. She nuzzled into his chest. "I thought you were the gonner." Alan subconsciously stroked over her head. "Where are we?" Noelle turned her head once more to see if she hadn't been mistaken the first time. "It looks like we're in a middle - European forest." "That can't be. We were in the middle east. We were blown up." Alan paused. "Oh my God, we were blown up..." His eyes frantically searched Noelle's. "Don't be silly. We're not dead." He shivered. "Are you sure?" Noelle cocked her head in disbelief. "Try to get up. Tell me, are you in pain?" Alan started getting up. He felt like a rusty, creaky machine, starting up again after a long period of not operating. He groaned. "Oh my God, I am....*fucked*." He glanced over to Noelle, clenching is teeth. She had a 'told-ya-so' expression on her furry, blue face. "This place seems off to me. Listen." Alan perked his ears. "I don't hear anything." "Exactly. In a forest like this, there should be a lot of noise. Birds. Insects. Other creepy crawlies. Maybe some deer." He gave her a questioning look. "Hey, my dad is a wolf. I'm programmed to notice these things." Alan sniffed the air. "It doesn't smell like a forest either. It smells clean." A growl started to rumble deep in his throat. "Maybe we're just exhausted from the explosion. Maybe we can't hear or smell like we should. Maybe we should sleep." "I'm not sure we should. I think it'd be more productive to see where we are." Alan sighed and nodded. He knew it wouldn't be of much use to argue with her. He stuck out his paw for her to grab. She took hold of it and he heaved. Noelle didn't get up. "Y'know, this isn't really the best time to be joking around." The growl in his chest was starting to rise. Noelle flattened her ears. "I'm sorry, my legs must have fallen asleep. Let me try again." Alan pulled again and Noelle struggled. "What's wrong?" A tear rolled down Noelle's snout. "I can't feel my legs." Panic rose in both of their throats. "Are you sure?" Noelle's paws shook. She reached down to touch them. She nodded. Alan bent down and pet over her legs too. He looked up to Noelle. More tears rolled down her snout. He knelt down next to her and took her paws into his. "Don't cry, Noelle. I'll carry you." She hugged his neck, burying her face in his fluffy crown of fur. He picked her up, gently cradling her in his arms. He looked up at her, tears streaking her muzzle and cheeks."Thank you, Alan." He smiled softly at her, giving her nose a slight touch with his. He started off, heading east. The sun was rising, they were sure of that. The features of the forest didn't differ much. It was all the same. There were many birch trees. Noelle was too exhausted to notice any wildlife, Alan was too concentrated on his thoughts to think of his surroundings. The travelled two miles, hoping to come to a clearing. There was nothing in sight, besides the many, many trees... They started to worry. Alan let Noelle slide back to the ground. Their eyes met for a brief moment, letting both of their lips quiver into a smile. "Y'know," Noelle started, "I'm hungry." Alan frowned. "I don't know what we're going to do. I'm thirsty too." Noelle turned her head slightly to the side, staring out into the forest. It was useless to try to determine how far anything would be. "Maybe we should just rest for the rest of the day. We'll see what we can do tomorrow." Alan sat down across from her. He fidgeted with his paws. He couldn't bare keeping his thoughts in him much longer. His voice trembled. "I wonder how Celeste is doing." Noelle grimaced. She also wondered how Timothy was. If he didn't know where she was...or if he did know something happened to her, he'd be devastated. She heaved a sigh. "She's probably worried. Very worried." Alan peered over to her, very uneasy with himself. "Mhm." "You don't think so?" "I do." Alan looked down at his paws. It was involountary and a mistake. Noelle lowered her gaze. "What's wrong Alan?" "It's...I don't know. I don't think she'll wait." Noelle raised her brows. "You don't trust her?" "I do." Alan flattened his ears. A growl was building deep in his chest. "Why don't you trust her?" Noelle asked softly. Alan snarled. "I just told you that I do." "You know very well that's not the truth. You know very well that I can feel that that's not the truth." Alan started to show his teeth. Noelle lifted her lips just enough to show her fangs. "Don't get primitive here. Tell me what happened." Alan shivered. Noelle had a wonderful aura about her. Once she showed any sign of aggression, it seemed that the aura would crush anyone who got in her way. Very authorative. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "It was about a month ago. She went off with a dog. A Hova." Noelle jolted. Timothy was a Hova. "I don't know who it was, I don't know his name. Nothing." Noelle wagged her tail. Her excitement levels were rising. "That's horrible, Alan. I can understand why you are so worried all the time. If it bothers you so much, why don't you just leave her?" Noelle expected him to explode, to say she was a horrible person. To pounce at her with his raving maw. "She's pregnant." A simple yet very compelling sentence. "What?" She was taken aback. It was surprising. "Isn't that just another reason to say adieu?" "Its mine." Noelle's tail wagged a bit faster. "Staying with the mother just for the sake of the child. How noble." Alan sniffed and looked her in the eye. "Do you find this amusing?" "Not really. Why?" "Why are you wagging your tail?" Alan looked at her in spite. "Dogs don't always wag their tails because they are happy. They generally wag when the are excited." "And you told me not to be primitive." Alan grinned. Noelle flattened her ears and looked away. "I can't help it." Alan chuckled, relieved to have changed the subject. He enjoyed going back to simple things like teasing his soul. "Well, your domestication is only half way done. Maybe I should give you some extra lessons in being a civilized anthromorph." Noelle gasped sharply. "You are telling me I am wild? You are a *fox*! At least *I'm* half civilized." Her tail thumped fast rhythems on the soft ground. "I didn't say you were wild. I've never seen your wild side." Alan smirked. She let out a soft growl and smiled. "No. No you haven't." Alan laughed. It broke off suddenly with him thumping to the ground. Something brown whizzed by Noelle's head, just brushing her fur. All of Noelle's primitive senses kicked in. She lifted her nose, perked her ears and stiffened. "That was a deer," she whispered. |
Siara's Submission by Tafari | #2 of The Story Of The Nemrock Girl - © Tafari - All rights reserved Part 2 - Siara's Submission The young lioness looked up to the tall alpha and shivered with fear continuously. She looked around at all the hungry males laying their eyes all over her. "What...What are you going to do to me?" Siara | [
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Part 2 - Siara's Submission
The young lioness looked up to the tall alpha and shivered with fear continuously. She looked around at all the hungry males laying their eyes all over her. "What...What are you going to do to me?" Siara asked in pure fear.
"Oh you will soon see, these lands are ours now so I think its time we... got to know what's ours a little better", a grin wiped over the dark alphas face, enough to put fear in to the bravest of souls. He stepped towards her and crouched, using a claw to pull dipped head to his. "You will soon learn to respect me and eventually every male in the pride" He muttered to her quietly, the idea to strike her with more fear. The alpha got up and looked over his pride, their dark fur blowing in the moonlights glow, he spoke "My fellow Pride members! We are successful in our mission, take a break!". The pride roared all at once, so loud it caused poor little Siara to wince.
She watched the Pride make their way to the hill top where her Father once stood, before feeling a warm large paw on her shoulder.
"Time for me to have my reward my darling..." the alpha whispered coldly in to her out turned ear. Siara turning around to look in to his big dark glazed eyes and stared at him.
"A reward, what reward? What's going on?" Siara stuttered,
"Oh my dear, do you not remember your oath you gave me... you gave yourself to me to save your life. My you do have a short memory for such a young beautiful feline" he chuckled to himself.
"I had no Idea what that would involve... especially what I think it does" she snapped back at him, but he appeared to have enough of her words and simply just picked her up by her nape, slinging her over his shoulder. They made their way to the opposite side of the Nemrock, away from the praying eyes and ears of the dark pride lions. The alpha lion gave a large and deep inhale of the air around him and exhaled quickly
"Ah, you smell very ripe my dear. I feel I am going to have a good time with you. Do you think you could as well?" the Alpha said while licking his lips.
Siara just shivered and looked to the floor, "Please don't touch me, I am too young for this and I've never experienced anything like this before... please have mercy on me" she pleaded.
All the Alpha did was laugh before setting her small figure down on the soft meadow floor for him to admire for a few seconds. Although he had no grip of her anymore, Siara did dare not run as he was twice the size of her and would imagine could run twice the speed. She watched his eyes run all over her young untouched body and did not know what to do.
The Alpha dropped to his knees with a thud and lowered his huge head down to her golden furred body. His nose hovered just above her tight navel with his eyes piecing up in to hers. Siara could not look away, they were too strong and some sort of physic effect on her. The Alpha continued and took a deep breath through his nostrils, closing his eyes at the sent of her young body and smirked to himself. Once he was satisfied with her scent, his head followed by his large muscular frame moved up over her body. The large round eyes of the Alpha opened as his face was opposite hers, looking down in to her crystal blue eyes. The lioness felt tainted in some way she could not recognise, she felt over powered by his presence.
He lowered his muzzle to hers and placed a soft delicate kiss upon her tender lips, catching her off guard as she had no thought of him being the least bit gentle. But Siara thoughts did not change; she laid there awkwardly as the large dominant male forced a kiss on her. His tongue slipped out and down in to her mouth quite aggressively and almost to the back of her throat. The young lionesses' eyes closed tightly as his muscular tongue rolled around with hers unwillingly. One of his paws stroked down her side to a hip as the other propped his heavy body up above her. He finished the kiss to speak.
"It's not that bad my girl, you are being deflowered by the most powerful lion in the lands... you should be pleased my dear!" said the lion down to Siara. She went to speak but he covered her muzzle, still wet from the kiss.
Siara lay there frozen as he leaned up and rested in his knees with his torso up straight. One of his large claws reached forward to her chest loin cloth and sliced it away with his razor sharp claw. The soft velvety skin of antelope fell away from her small body, exposing her pert little breasts for the Alpha to stare down at. His eyes opened at the pure beauty of the site as he licked his lips, immediately lowering himself back down to take a large lap over her breasts. The Alphas textured tongue scrapped over her soft nipples and up to her neck, stopping to savour the taste. An eye catches glimpse of a nipple as it stands erect, making him smirk.
"My girl, it looks as though you are enjoying this I see" he chuckled up to her,
"My hormones... their taking over me... oh god....your too over powering... your musk..." she said under the influence of her raging female hormones as they begin to take over her body. The Alpha stops to look over her from tip to toe and couldn't believe his luck. Before his eyes getting drawn to Siara's widening legs, she could not control herself anymore from any logical decision.
"You really want me don't you girl..." he smirked as his paw smoothed over her breasts, down her flat stomach and between her heated legs.
The large Alpha's paw covered her mound and felt its dampness and heat against his palm. He knew that she was ready for him and he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "I'm going to take you as mine now my child... this may hurt at first but you soon enjoy it" He said as he moved himself to mate her.
The Alpha lowered his hefty weight down on top of her, moving his hips between her small thighs. Her legs were forced to open as wide as they could, possibly a bit further than they should. Siara moaned with her eyes closed, the poor lioness girl we know can do nothing to save her dignity. Once he mated her, she was his till the day he was dead... her fate was inevitable.
Siara looked down her body and saw a dark dangling hard object between her spread legs. She thought she new what it was but was not quite conscious of what was about to happen until she felt him penetrate her. The Alphas large lion male hood slipped in slowly but extremely tightly in to Siara's sex, making a wet sound as he entered. The lioness screamed hard enough to alert the dark lion pride of what their king was doing to her. He had no mercy however; he kept sliding his long length in to her tiny body until he hilted in her. The Alpha paused for a second and looked down to her small figure below him.
"My child, you really are untouched. You could satisfy the lion gods with this body... but now it is my job to claim you as mine!" He sneered down as with drew his cock almost to the head and drove himself back in like a piston into her tight snatch, making her scream. This time his paw covered her mouth as he began to mate her. The Alphas heavy lion balls started to hit rather hard at Siara's rump as he forced himself upon her.
Siara was lucky as her hormones released juices in to her sex to help him glide swiftly in and out of her. She had to like it as it was the only way she get through it pain free... however, she felt her walls stressing at the girth of his member as well as the smell of blood.
He began to drive hard continuously in to her young body, the sound of his balls hitting her sweet rump could be heard clearly now and his murrs were like thunder to her ears. Two large dark lion paws pinned her arms down as well as his entire body weight making her unable to move. Siara could feel him so deeply, the tip of his member reaching just below her navel.
The dark lion stopped to take a breath. She looked up at him after opening her scared eyes to see a mad, heavy breathing beast connected with her. The Alphas drool dripping from his mouth down on to her body. Before she knew, he turned her over and pinned her shoulders to the ground, forcing her rump to present itself to him. Siara's tender pussy lips were wide and open, ready for his large lion cock to slip straight back inside her. He crouched down behind her in the traditional lion mating position, his hips curled around her butt cheeks and his cock speared back inside her forcefully. His large paws grasped her shoulders and yanked her on to his lion spike. The young lioness felt his velvety balls press tightly against her entrance with him also inside her.
The dark lion's hips began to piston inside her again and again, her pleasure levels were getting intense from his pounding but she could not help but enjoy it... The alpha lowered his mouth and gripped on tightly too her nape as he mated her, both his paws pulling her in to his thrusts before he knew it was time to claim her.
The lion stopped, grinding his hips so hard in to her that it caused her to cry out with shear pain. His shaft reached a new depth in her body as she screamed. Alpha smelt the blood coming from her entrance but did not care. His cock unloaded his fertile lion cum in to her young womb in large jets, his hips jerking inside her as he continued to come.
Siara also came from the pain; she let herself go over the edge as she could not bare the pain any longer. Her mind had never experienced such pleasure before, her hips shuddered and her sex contracted over the large cock of the Alpha lion, trapping him.
He stopped his pleasure rage on her body and rose up above her, standing on his two foot paws and looking down at her. The dark lion's long cock started to recede back as both his and hers juices rolled from the tip to floor. Smirking and watching his seed seep out from between Siara's soaked thighs he chuckled.
"My girl... or should I say my Queen... you now bare my seed... you are now mine my sweet" he smiled to her and walked off, knowing she had no energy to go anywhere.
Siara rolled on to her side and began to cry as her hormone high died off and the Siara we knew realised what she has just become...
TO BE CONTINUED
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Dog Eat Dog ©MMVI Whyte Yoté
The coffee on Ganymede sucked. Sure, it was hard to find a decent bistro on the entire planet--it was impossible to grow the stuff anywhere near Jupiter--but import regulations had to stop somewhere. Didn't the bureaucratic assholes on Earth, who probably depended on coffee more than most in the solar system, have any sense of tact when it came to interplanetary trade? The husky sitting in the corner booth of La Prima Tazza had his doubts. He took another sip, gingerly, pinky out like the well-raised man he had become, and grimaced at the bitter diluted flavor. It wasn't worth staining his teeth over, and he pushed it away. Most of the other patrons in this particularly fresh-looking bistro in the center of Desiderio were busy with their own lives, sipping their crude drink and generally enjoying the year-round tropical climate of Ganymede, the last of Jupiter's moons to be colonized. An experiment in artificial atmospheric duplication, the entire planet had been turned into the solar system's prime vacation spot; its economy was built solely upon tourism and the word-of-muzzle it produced. Vaughn Killeen watched them with mismatched eyes, wondering if they knew how much their happiness depended upon him. And he couldn't even get a decent cup of joe. Being invisibly prominent had its advantages, and that's what the husky preferred. Vaughn had chosen this far obscure corner, away from noise and prying eyes, deliberately. He wore clothing that was comfortable and casual while being trendy at the same time. His ensemble fit perfectly with the upscale clientele of Ganymede without standing out: baby-blue silk shirt under navy blazer, white pants, no shoes, no tie: loungewear to the elite. Tapping a claw along the rim of the saucer which held the coffee cup in front of him, the husky scanned the crowd with subdued impatience. It was certainly like McKay to be fashionably late, but this was pushing it, even for him. His phone rang. Vaughn tapped the side of his head just forward of his left ear, where the implant was located, and answered, "This is Killeen." A perfectly clear, smooth voice invaded the husky's head. "Hello, Vaughn." "You're late," Vaughn replied in soft tones. The microphone in his larynx would have picked it up even if he'd whispered it, so there was no need for loud conversation. "I dislike tardiness. I have a full afternoon planned, and I'd rather not spend it drinking bad coffee in a tourist trap." The smile was palpable even through the airwaves. "Don't you go spreading trash about my home planet, now. I may not like it either, but I was born here. Call it nostalgic weakness." McKay was toying with him, and Vaughn did not like it. In a matter of seconds their conversation had put his mood into a deeper funk than it already had been. He truly did not have time to waste on cordialities with the mercenary. "Could you please cut the crap and tell me where you are? My patience is running dangerously thin." "I see where you're going, man. You threatening me to pull out of our deal? Because I happen to know a certain wolfdog who is at the end of his rope trying to solve a problem, and a certain ringtail who is the only person who can solve said problem. We're both gentlemen, and we both want to make money, so just hold your horses." Now it was McKay's turn to sound impatient, even a little hurt. The husky didn't wholly believe that. Vaughn elected to back off and let the solution to his corporate troubles come at his own pace. Sighing, he said, "Where are you?" "Look up." As he did so, the husky had already expected to see McKay in the doorway, yet it startled him a bit nonetheless. Standing just inside the bistro, paws in the pockets of a gigantic black trench coat was the most incongruous ringtail he had ever seen, in body and attitude. A complete contradiction to the rest of his species, McKay stood a good 184 centimeters in height, with a very sculpted look about him even under the heavy clothing he was wearing. Tank top, camouflage cargo pants, heavy combat boots and a black trenchcoat to top it all off, the man who went by only a surname was not the unassuming nerdy person the husky had been expecting. The ringtail walked with confidence, paying no attention to those around him, in a straight line to Vaughn's table. He took a chair, twisted it around the wrong way, and sat with his head in his paws. Smiling. Coldly. Vaughn regained himself quickly enough. He attempted a pawshake but was waved away. "Spare me the pleasantries, Killeen. I don't need diplomacy to complete a task." The words blended in stereo from the ringtail and from inside his head and Vaughn shut his phone off with a gentle tap to the ear. McKay did the same with a small twist of his neck. His phone must have been integrated, which didn't surprise Vaughn in the least, given the ringtail's résumé and background. The mercenary's comment should have offended the husky, but in fact it pleased him to see such a straightforward person held the key to his business's success. "Introductions aside," the husky said in smooth, lilting diction, "I appreciate your bold honesty. Your reputation precedes you. I have the utmost confidence we'll be able to come to some agreement this afternoon." The husky was merely posing for now; both men knew an agreement had already been reached, and only a price and method of execution were to be decided upon. As the ringtail watched, Vaughn rummaged through his jacket pockets and brought out a disc just slightly larger than a coaster. The outer edge of the disc contained various ports and plugs, and a few buttons. The husky set it on the table and pressed a green button. In seconds a semi-opaque holographic display and keyboard were floating at eye-level between the two men. The keyboard Vaughn disabled in favor of manipulating the display with his fingertips; it was much easier with his familiarity of the system. McKay looked on with mildly-disguised interest and curiosity, his head on his clasped paws. At last the husky had found the file he was looking for, and turned the computer to face the wall. No one was actually looking at them with more than a passing glance, but there was no such thing as privacy in a position like Vaughn's. Still, anyone who could read backwards would be able to see what they were seeing. "We gonna get on with this, curly-tail?" This won a steely glare from the husky, who fought to suppress a growl at the blatant display of apparent subordination. Truth be told, he was in no position to bargain with the mercenary, but that was no reason for unwarranted rudeness. "Surely. I trust you've been briefed on my dilemma, so I want you to give me a solution. Simple as that. I want this meeting to be short and to the point." McKay flicked his ears quizzically, looking a little perturbed. "I didn't need to be 'briefed.' A couple of friends told me there was a good-paying job on Ganymede involving some energy baron, and I punched one of 'em for lying to me. Of course I found out they weren't lying once I got the e-message from your second-in-command. We set a place and time, and here I am. You've got quite an enterprise." "Oh?" asked the husky, his eyebrows raised. "Have you done some personal research on me and my company?" He tapped the table with the flats of his fingerpads as he provoked the mercenary's answer. McKay smiled, saying, "When you're a walking 'Net receiver, you can access a lot of information." "Show me." The husky motioned toward the floating monitor, prompting a scoff from the ringtail, who shoved the device away. "I don't need that thing," he began. "Killeen is responsible for sixty-seven percent of solar technology in this System. You've worked twenty-seven years to make your business very profitable, and I believe you would like to keep it that way." McKay was smiling slightly; it was the kind of knowing smile one would expect given the subject of discussion. Solar was the most widely-used form of energy in the System, since nonrenewable resources had been exhausted some thirty years prior and nothing else was as abundantly and inherently useful as sunlight. Even in shade and at night, Killeen's fledgling multiplication charging technology made energy storage easier, if still spotty when the sun didn't cooperate. "You have done your research," muttered an impressed, and a little unnerved, Vaughn. McKay tapped the side of his head, smiling. "Told you. Besides, I got one of those Alpha racers that works on Killeen cells. Fast fucker, keeps a charge no problem. But why do you need me?" The ringtail's impatience and obvious lack of tact was beginning to wear Vaughn down at a rapid rate. He had to keep reminding himself that the man sitting across from him, looking downright bored, was the one and only answer to his problems. "Because," the husky spoke slowly and evenly, "there is an up-and-comer to this business who stands a very good chance of taking over the entire segment and sending Killeen into the gutter." McKay's attention was back, due in part to Vaughn's increasingly direct language. As long as he needed to get his point across, he might as well do it on the mercenary's level. Vaughn waited for an answer, but the ringtail remained silent, picking at his claws but still looking at the husky. "Okay then," he said, and tapped a few spots on the holographic display. He got to the menu he wanted, scanned for curious onlookers before moving on, then tapped the file open. A picture of a smirking golden jackal with a Solar Federation flag in the background appeared alongside a text article. "XenoCon is run by this man, Phileas Dander. Apparently something of a corporate genius, he is very dangerous in his zeal to overtake the 'old dinosaurs of energy,' as he calls us. He is also just twenty-six years old." "I know all about Xenocon," McKay nodded, his face drawing downward in contemplation. So he was paying attention, after all. "Nobody told me about a homicide here. But you don't want me to kill the kid, though, do you? I mean, I got no scruples about that. I've done worse. But you can get anybody to do that for a lot less money." "You're right," admitted the husky. "I don't want you to kill anybody, if you can help it. I am in need of your...um, your special...physical traits." It was a given that McKay knew why he'd been called here in a general sense. He was a special kind of mercenary, one who didn't deal in typical mercenary business. He was a valuable asset to those who could afford him. Even now Vaughn did not yet know if he could authorize a credit transfer for the ringtail's specialized services. "Go on," the ringtail waved his paw in encouragement. He was definitely interested in the conversation now. His eyes had taken on an intense youthful glow. It sent the husky's hackles rising in spite of himself. It seemed McKay got off on stuff like this. "Very well then." Vaughn scrolled down the article as he spoke. "Dander is researching new ways to make the best use of light, but not just sunlight. We know nothing of this technology, and no information has gone public yet. I have inside men who have told me of plans to develop lunar- and ambient-cell technology." "So instead of just depending on sunlight for energy, he can use moonlight and...well, pretty damn near any light source as a charge," McKay finished the thought for Vaughn, and nodded. "I haven't seen any trace of that info anywhere. You got some pretty heavy shit going on. This dude's already got solar tech going for him, so if he puts this stuff out everybody'll flock to him and leave you in the dust." The husky shrugged, his ears back. "As you so eloquently put it, yes, it basically comes down to that. He already controls well over a third of the market, and he's gaining. I can't develop counter-technology fast enough; even if I knew how he was doing it I would be months behind. My insiders know precious little. Security is a fortress, from a worker's point of view." "But that's where I come in." "Yes." "You don't want me to kill anyone, so lay it on me. What do you want?" The husky leaned far over the counter, beckoning the ringtail to do the same. McKay obliged, albeit a bit mockingly and over-accentuated. He spoke in a confidential whisper, muzzle-to-ear. "I want you to crash the company." McKay pulled back, looking carefully down at the table. He was almost biting his lower lip in concentration. He finally matched eyes with the husky's polychromatic stare, smiling that cold, efficient smile again. "How do you propose I do that?" he asked skeptically. "You were responsible for the Greenpeace crash, weren't you?" McKay couldn't hide the shock on his face, and the husky continued. "And a few other hack jobs that have caught headlines?" "Fuck," muttered the mercenary, sour exposure clouding his expression. "How did you get that information?" "I have people in many, many corners. All I'm saying is, you've done it before," said Vaughn. "I've spent quite a lot of time and money researching you and your methods. I'm actually surprised you're reacting this way." "I don't think you're grasping the gravity of what you're asking. Those other two jobs I did were simple system subterfuge...back-door infections to intentionally infect data." "Isn't that exactly what I'm asking of you now?" "I guess." "I download the news, and I see it on the holos. The public never gets to see most of what I tap into. I know almost everything there is to know about XenoCon, publicly, and their database is gigantic. Backed up. Can you do it or not?" There was real doubt in his words, partly because of the ringtail's reaction and partly because he wanted to ruffle McKay a bit to see if he became complacent or combative. "Piece of cake, but an end like that requires some pretty powerful means. We're talking about a simple virus, if I'm hearing you right. Something nice and quiet that will go in undetected, look around and then tear the place apart. Fuck it up bad, and leave nothing left. You have that kind of firepower?" Now it was McKay's turn to look skeptical. Vaughn held up one black-and white finger. "I've had a team developing just the right thing to take care of my competitor's files most thoroughly and with prejudice. You have to trust me on this one. It's safe for you, but not Dander's software. Do you think you can handle transporting it?" "Oh, please!" scoffed the ringtail, on the verge of a derisive chuckle. "Does it need alteration?" "No need, other than anonymization. Dander's system is a self-replicating firewall. Interconnected, the whole thing." "You'd think data worth billions of credits would be better protected." The ringtail smiled; the black marks on each side of his muzzle drew into tight "V" shapes. "I underestimated you. Shrewd, intelligent, and efficient. I like that in a man." "Or an employer," amended the husky, smiling slightly himself. "Talk to me." "It's fairly easy, really." The mercenary shut down the computer, since he hadn't needed it for much anyway, and slid it out of the way over to the edge of the table. "All of Dander's systems--the main systems--are housed in his manufacturing facility on Earth. I've arranged transportation for myself, so don't bother. Our friend Phileas was so adamant about getting the best of everything for his budding young corporation that he failed to consult personally on most of the operations, leaving that to his assistant managers. He did a pretty good job, too, except for his system security. There are at least seven backups, all in separate buildings, with similar firewalls. Changing codes, replicating binary and all that, easy to infiltrate." "Piece of cake," repeated the husky, much more comfortable now that things seemed to be falling into place. McKay continued, talking quickly like a teenager discussing the latest hot rods. "The Achilles heel of the system is that, while remote and protected from each other physically, they're all connected via satellite signals. XenoCon orbiting satellites download requests and shared information between backups, and new information is encoded and copied there. This is where I need to infect it, to avoid a PIN or serial residual trail." "I trust you can become anonymous at will?" asked Vaughn. McKay only grinned, only now he wasn't looking at the husky as much as through him. Vaughn called the mercenary's name three times, getting no response. There was a small beep from the husky's right and he looked over at his palmdisc, which was blinking red. It had never done that before, and red always meant trouble. The ringtail's eyes were on the little computer as well, the only part of him that seemed to have moved. As Vaughn held the thick disc in his paws, it suddenly booted up. The little bluish eye in its center glowed to life and displayed a startup holoscreen. Within five seconds the computer was on, but the husky almost dropped it when the optimouse started moving on its own. He watched as the pointer opened up a word-processing program, formatted a new document, picked a font, and wrote, "YES I CAN. I JUST DID" in big fuchsia letters on the display. "Satisfied?" asked McKay. "You just hijacked my computer, you son of a bitch," the husky said incredulously. "You could say that. I tapped into the closest 'Net satellite, searched until I found a codec signal matching your computer, downloaded a parasite into the data stream, and used it to hack your system. No damage done, but I proved my point," McKay finished, crossing his arms smugly. Vaughn nodded. "So I see, and quite effectively. What else are you capable of? I mean, I heard you were a Cyfur, but that's all the information I've received." "Well, we don't really use the term 'Cyfur' anymore; it's archaic, but what else are you gonna call us? My body is eighty-seven percent cybernetic and non-organic components. The only things that are actual living tissue are my brain, most of my head, and various organs. The bulk of my CPU is stored in the rear of my skull and my upper back. Everything else is just a bunch of wires, circuits and pneumatic joints. See?" With that, McKay offered his right forearm to the husky, pressed gently on the inside portion of it, and a small hinged plate lifted and immediately slid to the side, revealing the inner workings of the mercenary. "Dear Lord," Vaughn muttered, holding back a strong urge to reach into the ringtail's arm and start poking around. "That's an amazing amalgamation of technology. And you're the only one?" "The only one who's still alive," McKay replied. "A patchwork quilt of used robotic components, that's me. Paid to do the dirty laundry of upper-class society. Speaking of which, this is going to cost you a lot, Killeen." Reluctance tinged the ringtail's words, and that did not bode well. "What's wrong?" "This is not as simple as you think," McKay spread his paws. "I can't just tap into a protected network like XenoCon's from any point in the Solar System. Like I said, I have to break in at the satellites where the data is relayed and lightly firewalled. When it's in transit like that, slipping in unnoticed is easier." "What is so difficult about that?" queried the husky with forward, expectant ears. McKay almost laughed, but he bit his lip to stop himself. "You're funny, really. Even if I go in anonymously, other kinds of fingerprints will be all over the place, not to mention the hundreds of cameras that'll catch me to and from the satellite. Everything has to be sanitized, or else you could go away for a very long time." Vaughn shuddered at the thought of the Pluto Intrasystemic Penitentiary and the prospect of being jailbait among the "real" criminals. The mortality rate was very high. It would be best to fight XenoCon in the business world, with papers and research, but the prospect of losing to just a kid had pushed him this far, almost to desperation. For the sake of his workforce and his future, he had no choice. "What must be done?" "All you have to do is give the virus to me. I can run it through a series of sanitation programs to remove its history and origin. But...you can't have anything to do with me after that. I take my own transport, I work alone, and I won't be coming back." Vaughn paused. "Excuse me?" The front door of the bistro flew open, causing both men to jump in their conversation. It was only a group of scantily-clad females, no doubt on Spring Break or some such nonsense. McKay continued before Vaughn had a chance to calm his heart. "Okay, it's like this," the ringtail sighed, as if he'd gone through this speech a thousand times before. "XenoCon's system is an easy hack, right, but that doesn't mean it doesn't fight back. It's a retroactive viral adjuster. That means, as soon as I load your virus into it, it's going to backwash a bunch of its own viruses back into me, adjusting their codes slightly and multiplying their infection power. Not even my system can handle that much shit at one time. I'll get the job done, but for lack of a better term, I'm going to die doing it." McKay saw the faintly-hidden horror washing over the white mask of the husky's muzzle, then amended, "It's only temporary, though." "I--" Vaughn started, but he just gave up. He'd lost the battle of wits and knowledge, and now he was in over his head, which he massaged with his thumbpads. First, McKay was going to die, but it wasn't permanent...he was relieved and trepidacious and confused all at once. McKay continued. "My body will be fine, but my brain will be corrupted...unrecoverable. Basically, when my associates get my body back to ground zero, they'll do a system overhaul, uploading a previously copied version of my brain. Everything will be back the way it was, except..." the ringtail trailed off. "Except?" prodded Vaughn. "XenoCon will be nothing more than an empty, expensive shell being sued by its creditors and stockholders for security fraud. And, I will remember nothing." "Nothing?" "Why would I need to remember all of this pointless conversation when I could just wake up someday in the near future with a fat wad of untraceable credits? I'll ask about it, of course, but all I'll be told is that it was a delicate job, and I'll leave it alone. I've done it three times before. Secrecy and ignorance go together so well, don't you think?" McKay accented his question with a wink, and the husky broke a relieved smile, showing his clean, white teeth. "So, speaking of a fat wad of credits, I think we should discuss your fee," said Vaughn, already feeling nervous from the blow to come. McKay leaned back in the booth and said, "Twenty million should do it." His expression remained unchanged when the husky went into a coughing fit that had him doubled over the table and gasping for air. A load of lead had just been dropped into his stomach. He couldn't have heard correctly. Two young women in an adjacent booth looked his way with mild concern, and Vaughn lowered his voice. "You--you did say twenty million, right? Two-zero?" The ringtail nodded, and the husky's chest resonated with a mixed moan and growl. A headache of catastrophic proportions was beginning to brew just behind his eyes. He had thought an operation of this magnitude would command a high premium, but twenty million credits? That was a hefty chunk of his annual profit, and taking money from his own company would raise red flags all over the place. This would be noticeable. This would have to come from his personal account. And it would have to be laundered. It would almost bankrupt him. "I can see you're having trouble coming to a decision," the ringtail piped up, "which is why I did a little independent financial projection. I figure, with XenoCon out of the way, and its shareholders and customers left with nowhere to invest, you will gain at least one-third of your current financial base. Given six months, and some tactical maneuvering, you could effectively double your net profits before the fiscal year is out." So, McKay wasn't as rough-and-tumble as his looks suggested. He knew the ringtail was intelligent, but he couldn't help his preconceptions. Too much prep-school brainwashing. "So, by the end of this year I will have essentially made up my losses, plus some." "Plus a lot." Vaughn felt numb, outside his body as he spoke. "Okay then. It's a deal. The money will be transferred to your e-account--" "Where I will summarily mask the transaction and back-infect the files, making the whole thing seem like a glitch," finished the ringtail, boredly. "And I will take the loss as the price of big business, with no public complaint." Vaughn's heart and stomach were feeling much better now that he had solidified a plan for maintaining his energy monopoly. "So, then, I suppose you're going to need the virus?" "That would be helpful," said the ringtail, who offered his arm. He opened up the plate again, and waited while the husky prepared his palmdisc to download to an external source. Vaughn excused himself while plugging in to McKay, who didn't seem to mind at all. The mercenary closed his eyes when the transfer began, murmuring, "Oooh, Killeen, this is a dandy you got here. Very nice..." Within a minute the virus and all the husky's data relating to XenoCon were safely stored. "Tell your virus techs to keep up the good work." McKay stood then, offering his paw to the husky. "As soon as I see my balance rise sharply, I'll get started on my end. Give it a week, tops, and read the papers. And, of course, you never saw me, or met me. Comprende?" "Who are you again?" Vaughn asked on purpose, and both men shook paws amiably. Underneath the ringtail's solid shake, he was trembling. "Good man. Pleasure doing business with you. Hope to never see you again." "And I, you," replied Vaughn. Shame, he thought. He would have been a nice fellow to get to know. The mercenary turned and paced out of the bistro, his long (and most likely actuated) tail keeping balance behind him. And just like that, Vaughn Killeen was alone again. The husky touched his coffee cup and found it to be lukewarm at best. He didn't think he needed caffeine just at this moment anyway. And it would still taste like crap.
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Wall Street, the bustling financial center of New York City (and for all intents and purposes the rest of the System itself) was a flurry of shouting, crying, laughing and electronic din. The main action still occurred on the floor, which included an interplanetary business section for stocks on different intrasystemic bodies, but outside instantaneous tickers gave up-to-the-second information for those walking by. If one didn't care to look up, the entirety of the district was a wireless bubble anyway, and all one had to do was link up their PDA to receive the world's news at the touch of a button or the speaking of a word. Vaughn emerged into the harsh light with sunglasses on, simultaneously annoyed at the harshness of it but happy knowing his products were in full operation at that moment. He hoped the two thousand new clients his company had picked up in the last week were enjoying their new Solar service provider. He was doing his best to satisfy, after all, with a growing customer base and new technology in the workings. As he crossed the intersection of Broadway and Morris next to the ancient bronze bull statue, a vibration on his wrist announced news of specific interest to him. Stepping into the shadow of a building, the husky tapped his watch and scrolled down through its floating display to an article entitled XenoCon Exec Indicted for Fraud. He stood on the sidewalk, reading about how Phileas Dander's priority of his own interests over those of his business had led to the destruction of all data under his control. Apparently, a simple virus had done the trick, even though the system had tried to retaliate to protect itself. It should have gathered a data trail identifying the perpetrator, but all codes had led to nothing. Dander was suspected of sabotaging his own company for insurance money, and now he was in jail. On Pluto. It was the jackal's own damn fault, the article said, an internal job. That was a special bonus. Internally, Killeen Enterprises was doing just fine. The day after Dander's arrest, the husky had held a meeting in his boardroom, where he expressed concern for XenoCon's lost clients and customers, and outlined a plan to expedite research for non-solar forms of energy. "These people will be looking at us closely, and we want to show them we're on the forefront of the business. They need to be able to depend on us. Let's show them some invention," the husky had said, to a round of hearty applause. Then the inquiries came. Deals were being made as he stood there on the curb; he was due back in the office for just that purpose in just a few minutes. Vaughn's personal finances were only enough to purchase a small vehicle, and even a dinner out wasn't currently an extravagance he could afford, but the husky had kept up appearances well, refusing public events and extra spending. No one had bothered to question him further. The husky read through the article, and was suddenly struck with the first pangs of guilt since he had made the deal with McKay in the bistro on Ganymede. It wasn't guilt, per se, because Vaughn didn't view this as corporate cannabalism as much as a strategic move to maintain his interest in the market. But there was one last string nagging at the back of his mind; it had been there for the past few days, small but insistent. It would not let him rest. Why he hadn't taken care of it before eluded him, and now would be as good a time as any to find out. Vaughn tapped near his left ear and was rewarded with a soft dial tone in his head. "Call McKay," he spoke, knowing the voice-recognition software would understand however he said the words. This was the ringtail's personal system number; McKay had told him to destroy it as soon as he had been informed of the virus' success, but the husky had held on to it as insurance. Soon it would be proved one way or another. Twice his head reverberated, which was followed by a minute click and a familiar voice saying, "Who is this?" The formerly clever, eager tone was now slightly annoyed and impatient. Good so far. "It's Vaughn, McKay. Don't you remember me?" The husky tried to sound innocent and convincing. "Don't recognize you. How'd you get this number?" Pressing on: "Are you sure? Curly-tail? We talked over coffee." "Is this your idea of some kind of joke? 'Cuz you're really bad at it. Fuck off, faggot." And with a horrible hissing screech that made Vaughn howl out loud in the middle of the crowd, the connection was severed. He had been blocked. Aural firewall, no doubt. Not that it mattered much. The husky gathered himself and began walking back in the direction of his main office just a few blocks away. His lunch hour was over, and his afternoon was filled with meetings with potential clients and stockholders. The contracts would no doubt bring his savings account back to its former balance in no time at all. Suddenly the ringing in his ear didn't bother him as much anymore.
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Shattered Glass Chapter 8: Rampant by Namyrolis | Rampant As Alki jumped into the spring and enjoyed himself, I started to examine my state of mind. I could feel the drugs wearing off and my mindset reasserting itself with a vengeance. I could also feel the pain from my leg and arm also asserting itself in my nervous system. | [
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As Alki jumped into the spring and enjoyed himself, I started to examine my state of mind. I could feel the drugs wearing off and my mindset reasserting itself with a vengeance. I could also feel the pain from my leg and arm also asserting itself in my nervous system.
As I stared at the ground I started probing my mind with the ever so famous "What Ifs" we all have in our life. I wondered about if I decided to be Alki's mate, and how far that would go at last. How would be? Could we make it as adults? What about his career.
What if I decided not to be his mate? Would I hurt him? Would he go back to being closeted? Would he feel so rejected that he would give up? For the first time in my life I was actually thinking about someone besides myself. I was thinking about someone else's well being and... well life. I wonder if this a global change, or if it is only towards Alki. I would have to experiment with that later when I am at school. For now I certainly hope it wasn't towards everyone, I didn't want to become an open year book for everyone to sign.
I looked up from my thoughts for a second towards the water. I was a little taken back to see Alki floating on his back just relaxing with his eyes closed. He looked so calm and surreal, how in the world anyone could be like him is beyond me. Even better was that his body seemed to have perfect bouncy, it was perfectly level in the water with neither end of him sunk lower than the other. It was then the fact that I was staring at him while he was naked in the water finally clicked and I realized that I was "checking him out" while he wasn't looking. The "checking him out" part was the part that irritated me the most as I was trying so hard to ignore those feeling, and the lust that came along with it. The fact he wasn't paying attention made the ping of guilt an additional burden.
All these damn feeling are new to me and I'm not sure how to handle them. Was this the definition of caring in general? Feelings for when you did something bad or something good? Feeling for however you affected a person? I feel like there is two minds inside of my head and both are fighting a war. One is trying to enforce old ways while the other is asserting feelings and care. Even worse is I don't know which one to listen to. All I know at this point is that Alki is the most important person on this earth, and I never want to lose him. All I want to do is hold him, to feel him. I want him.
I could feel tears starting to seep their way into my eyes. It felt so weird to cry considering I haven't done it in at least 8 years. I've tried to on several occasions but failed. No matter how lonely I made myself realize I am or how pathetic my life was, I could never get a single tear. Now I'm practically balling my eyes out trying to hold back my whimpers. The last person I wanted to see me like this would be Alki. I wanted him to stay in the water and feel so safe and calm. I figure he needs it more than I do considering all I have done is make him feel like total shit since day one.
As I put my head down between my legs and my paws over my ears I start to feel dizzy and disoriented. I could feel my being holding pain that's has accumulated for so long, like a computer bogged down from running to many programs. The only difference is the computer gets slow, while I lose myself in my mind fighting for an escape route, an escape route as elusive as a snake in a dense forest.
I can feel myself coming apart are the seams I so carefully sewed together in my life, seams which were never meant to be hemmed or altered. Seams which have protected the thin cloth of me from tearing like a cheap cotton shirt from Flor-Mart.
I'm so scared of what is going to happen to me. I've never been so scared in my life, never felt to alone and useless. What have I done with my life? What was I going to become? Where the hell was I going? All I could answer is I don't know. What used to be not caring is now fear, fear for all the things that I could never become.
I looked up again to see Alki once more and to ask my mind which way it wanted to go. However when I looked at the water I no longer saw him. For a split second I got worried but then as I left my daze I felt heavier. Alki was behind me leaning on me in a tight hug. All this time I didn't even notice he was there watching over me, nor did I know for how long. All I know is at this point it time, it feels comforting, and that's all that mattered. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and feel asleep, trusting him completely.
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When I awoke, it was nighttime. I was still on the beach, and still with Alki. My head was laying on his chest and he had is body against my back with an arm whapped around me. He was so fluffy and defined. I could hear each breath he took, how long he held it, and then release. I've never been this close to another person in my life, and it felt wonderful. The fact he picked me was beyond what I could understand, but at this point I didn't want to. I have all I want in life now, and I don't need anything else.
As far as I could tell he managed to construct a small shelter with some foliage since I couldn't see the sky and I wasn't lying on sand. I had no idea he knew how to do this, it's like I suffer through my entire life, make other people suffer, and end up with the best person in the world. Life just has a way of being fucked up I guess.
Being the middle of the night it was useless pointless to stay awake any longer, even though I wasn't really tired. I would just get board and end up going to sleep in the middle of the day which normally I wouldn't mind because it would waste time. However being with Alki made me want to stay awake and be with him whenever possible. In fact, I may not know for sure what the feeling feels like, but I think I am starting to fall in love with him.
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As I woke for the second time, it was now early in the morning. If I had to take a random guess, I would say it was around 7 or 8AM. I was still resting with Alki in his little makeshift shelter which kept us covered and off the sand. Apparently he hadn't moved all night because he was still in the same position he was in before. Apparently though I had shifted sometime during the night because I was now facing him.
"It's about time you woke up" he said drearily with one eye open just enough to peak out of it.
"And it's about time you..." (No sarcasm idiot) "helped me wake up" (Umm. That's better???)
"Oh! I can help you wake up Pup" he said followed by licking me generously on my nose.
I didn't say anything else as I got up and stretched. Man I felt sore, sleeping for more than 12 hours doesn't seem to be my thing. As I finished I looked back at Alki who hasn't gotten up, and still had both his eyes mostly closed. He looked like he could sleep all day if I let him. However I had no intention of doing so. I may not have a clue what day it is but I'm not going to sit here any longer than I have to right now.
"Come on we got places to go" I said in a cheering tone that was far too unrealistic for me. And it seemed to catch his full attention as he got up. He didn't say anything as he stretched and put his shirt back on. The only noise that came from him was a yawn after he was done stretching, followed by gesturing me to lead the way |
SPQR- Chapter 9 + Analysis by Darryl the Lightfur | Before entering the arena, the wolf and his lion cellmate were given white robes known as candidae to wear, a sign of innocence most often worn by politicians. The whiteness of these garments was a symbol of purity and innocence as they faced the most unforgiving and ruthless judge, jury, and | [
"Death",
"Leopard",
"Lion",
"Other/Herm",
"Series",
"Violence",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97628-spqr-chapter-9-analysis | Before entering the arena, the wolf and his lion cellmate were given white robes known as candidae to wear, a sign of innocence most often worn by politicians. The whiteness of these garments was a symbol of purity and innocence as they faced the most unforgiving and ruthless judge, jury, and executioner in the world- the Emperor and his subjects.
"I wish you courage as you pay the price for your heinous acts," the vulture who handed them their robes said "May the gods have mercy on you when you die!" It wasn't quite the words of encouragement that either the wolf or the lion was expecting but both Martellus and Eliezer knew that their times had come. The Judean knew that his penitence was almost complete and thusly welcomed his own death as payment for those awful acts committed out of ignorance and hatred. The Roman knew that his death would be noble and ultimately for the beenift of the Empire he had dedicated his toward helping. If the Emperor Domitian in all his wrath and cruelty would be overthrown, it would take the sacrifice of noble and brave men willing to forfeit their lives for causes greather than themselves. And such a sacrifice would be made today.
As the two walked out into the sand-filled arena which would serve as their grave, they could hear the roar of a bloodthirsty crowd ready to see these two criminals die in the most gruesome manner possible. Beneath the pavilion, near the western end of the stage, the Emperor sat shielded from the blazing Italian sun, ready for a debauched afternoon of murder, as was the custom of the people. After quieting the raucous crowd, the leopard stood up and began to speak.
"Pax, populi Romanus! I present to you this fine day, two condemned criminals whose disgusting and lewd acts are a threat to the well-being of this Eternal City. One was a Judean terrorist, convicted of murdering a well-respected and innocent magistrate in cold blood." The crowd hissed and yelled obscenities at the lion who was covering his muzzle in shame. "And another, a soldier and Senator unworthy of both titles. His treasonous words and thoughts against me are an insult to the State and a sword against the gods themselves." Now the stinging disdain of the Romans fell on the wolf- the anger was so present that even the air around these two had its own pressure and heat. But no matter what happened, they would not falter in the face of adveristy, especially not Martellus.
"Are there any last words that this Jewish interloper has?" Nothing but silence came from the lion's maw, an indication that he was very much at peace with the world and ready to accept the punishment. Soon, one of the Emperor's bodyguards fired at him, piercing his heart with an arrow. The lion staggered around, though he was not at all panicked as the blood spurted on the sand- this was what he had been waiting for. His body hit the arena floor with a thud and then he died, having fulfilled what he had set out to accomplish a year ago.
"And now, for this Roman citizen. There has been more than enough murder today and I would gladly pardon him, if he would only recant those stupid comments and worship me. I feel guilty about having to murder a Roman, especially one of great stature." The Emperor's words rang hollow as he had been involved in the deaths of many Romans, which included the Senators and their familes. For him to claim any sense of guilt or remorse over killing yet another enemy was blatant hypocrisy and Martellus knew this, as he contemplated his own fate. Soon, the wolf was asked the same question as his Judean friend.
"When I was young, I swore fealty to this city as a soldier to protect it from evil men. People of Rome, I said I would lay down my life for your welfare and protection- today I rejoice in finally having that opportunity to do so. I risked my life for you in war unlike this coward. I will die so that you may live without fear." The bloodthirsty crowd was calmed by the calmness in this wolf's voice- here stood before them someone brave enough to live (and die) for the people and city which he loved so dearly. And then Martellus turned and faced the leopard,a blinding light of justified anger in his eyes "And you who claim to be doing the will of the people, may judgement fall upon you. You claim invincibility and a divine right to rule over us but those will be taken from you in a sudden disastrous moment."
After his speech, the wolf saw that the only one remaining under the pavilion was the Emperor himself- the archer who had killed Eliezer could not bring himself to kill an innocent man. So the Emperor, filled with hatred and anger would carry out the grisly deed. Martellus stretched out his arms as far as the robe he was wearing would allow, inviting the bolt which would end his life. His request was granted, and the sharp pain began as the arrow entered his lungs, causing his blood to be shed all over the sandy floor. The wolf realized his destiny was to die for the sake of his beloved city.
With the last of his strength, the wolf yelled "Sic semper tyrannis" and then he died.
Aftermath: Within six months, the mad dictator would be overthrown, replaced by the eldest senator who was called Nerva. The people of Rome would no longer be content to live in fear of a totalitarian and to some extent, the wolf's passionate appeal for their hearts affected them. News reached Cecilia who along with her cub was disguised in the burlap rags often worn by vagrants and living in Puteoli to avoid the Imperialist goons. Nerva pardoned Martellus posthumously and gave Lucius, the senator's only son a generous stipend for the rest of his years so that Cecilia and him would not be poor for the loss of income. Since Martellus' corpse was never found (likely dumped into the Mediterranean Sea, a common fate for condemned felons), the wolf's Senatorial robes and his gladius which he wore on his final meeting at the Senate were buried underneath the hill, represnting Martellus' service to the city as both a Senator and a soldier.
Analysis: While this story was obviously fictional, I have written this story which takes place between 70 and 95 AD as accurately as possible. The behaviors of the Emperors in the story are consistent with what the history books record. Vespasian was hard-working, wise, and truly did seek to end the Imperial cult and his son Titus was equally diligent, though he would be forever linked to the desturction of the Jewish temple. Perhaps portraying Domitian as a character with no redeeming qualities was a bit extreme.
However, his reign was one marked by terror and it was not for no reason that he was assassinated on September 8, 96. According to the historian Suetonius, all the statues that bore the Emperor's image were destroyed, those loyal to Domitian in the Senate were deposed, and the dean of the Senate, a man by the name of Nerva was installed in his place. For a moment, religious freedom was allowed and the Imperial cult ended, though the city was still a violent place to live.
Works that inspired and informed me as I wrote this epic story were Edward Gibbon's "History of the Decline of the Roman Empire" for information on the Empire's politics, "After Jesus: From 0-600 AD" edited by Gayla Foster, which gave me the details of Roman social life and for inspiration as to the heroism of Martellus Lisenius, I looked to the Aeneid by the Roman poet Virgil, particularly the character of Aeneas. |
New in Town by Zephyrwulf | \*I'm still developing the characters and the world that they live in so please have a little more patience. The story should be getting significantly steamier after this chapter. I'll try to make it worth the wait. Thanks for reading. Z Chapter 2 New in Town The road to the village was a well kept, | [
"Character Development",
"Fantasy",
"Striptease"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10037-new-in-town | \*I'm still developing the characters and the world that they live in so please have a little more patience. The story should be getting significantly steamier after this chapter. I'll try to make it worth the wait. Thanks for reading. Z
Chapter 2 New in Town The road to the village was a well kept, packed, dirt one and Andre's new form wasn't the least bit tired when he strolled into town. He glanced down one empty street and turned to find only more emptiness. Part of him was relieved to find the town deserted, it would give him a chance to find something to clothe himself with. The other part, however, found it odd that a sizeable village such as this would be this empty during mid morning. For the time being he ignored this little niggling doubt and headed for a clothes line that hung between to buildings. On it, he found a pair of trousers and a loose cotton shirt that fitted him quite nicely. He had just pulled the shirt over his head when a bell rang out from a nearby tower, its tones low and almost harsh to his ears. As it reverberated in the alleys, its tone was replaced by a far more ominous sound, the sound of metal on metal and the percussive tromping of marching troops. Feeling that it would be unwise to remain outdoors much longer he slipped into the nearest building. Inside, he found himself in a smoky, dimly lit room. He walked along the back wall to a nearby empty table and sat down. The patrons of the establishment seemed to all be staring at a small stage which projected out from the back wall. A velvet purple curtain encircled the stage, its luster enhanced by the dim candle light. Then, almost unnoticeably, a sultry, mysterious song faded in from a small band that Andre had not noticed. He leaned back and directed his attention to the stage. The velvet curtain began to rise and a dense fog poured over the edge. At center stage stood a mare with glistening black fur and a large fan made of feathers in each hand. She started to move to the music, the fans sweeping the air while at the same time concealing her body. It suddenly dawned on Andre that he had stumbled into the village's strip bar. He laughed softly to himself, and returned his attention to the dancer, who was now gyrating her hips against a fan while lowering herself towards one of the clients. She placed her knees on either side of his head and pumped the air in front of him. He ran a hand along her leg and she leaned back keeping her breasts just out of his reach. She stood up and smirked at him and sauntered over to another sad creature wanting what he would never get. She continued to move slowly from one client to another, teasing them as they placed coins in a small bag tied about her waist. He slipped into a trance, mesmerized by her fluid movements. He found himself studying her curves and the way the candle light played on her crimson hair. She caught him staring and smiled at him, she continued to hold his gaze, studying him in her own turn. She half lidded her eyes and licked her lips as the trumpet hit a final brassy note. She bowed to her audience, turned and walked off of the stage, a fan covering her shapely rear. The band kicked off a lively Dixie land-ish song and a few of the building's occupants made their way over to the bar. Andre leaned back in his seat, when a cat hybrid creature set a glass down in front of him along with a hastily written note on a yellowy type of paper. He looked at the bar keep in a confused manner,
"From the dancer." Said the bar man reading his expression. Andre nodded, and took a sip of the drink as he unfolded the note. All it said was,
"Behind the bar. 20 minutes. Enjoy the drink."
It was signed F.M with a lipstick kiss below. Not knowing what to make of this development, Andre contented himself with drinking his beverage. He made it half way through before realizing, he had never had any strong liquor before and here he was, sitting in a strip club, drinking a single malt scotch. Daddy would be proud. At this thought he pushed the glass away and left the bar. He squinted against the sun as he left the hazy gloom of the bar. The marching troops had long since passed and he relaxed a bit. He turned and strode purposefully towards the alley next to the bar and turned right to find a wrought iron staircase leading up to a room on top of the bar. He climbed the stairs; his hooves clopped on the green metal. He reached the door and knocked softly, and then more forcefully after feeling how dense the wood was. The door opened a crack and a violet eye peered out at him. The door closed again and there was a sound of a chain being undone. The door swung wide revealing a room that was full of crimson velvet furniture. Red scarves hung from the light fixtures giving the room a feeling of warmth. Andre surveyed the room and then his eyes fell upon her. She had short black fur that shimmered as she walked. Her violet mane came down to her waist and shifted almost unnoticeably into her tail. She wore a gossamer robe that revealed generous bust and delicious hips. She smiled as she felt his eyes on her, she lived for the attention. |
Conversion Co.: Male Sector by Riddler | WARNING 18+: ALL LAWS, RULES, AND DISCLAIMERS APPLY Fiction Extremely mindless gay sex and transformation ahead This is my first "transformation" story I wrote (FIRST STORY EVER RELEASED ON A WEBSITE TOO). I couldn't decide what species to have the Main Character's become sooooo I went with a | [
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"Gay",
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"Lizard",
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"M/solo",
"Reptile",
"Transformation",
"Werewolf",
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463945-conversion-co-male-sector | Where am I? My eyes began to open. I was lying on a cool floor in a fetal position just beginning to stretch my arms and legs. I wasn't sore, but it did feel good.
I looked around from my slanted view, it was dim - the light above was flickering, I was in a medium sized room that had dark and iron looking walls. I eyed down the walls. They had many mechanical features like small random faint lights, concealed pipes, and a very random, but large, mirror. When my gaze met the floor in the dark lighting I could make out small moisture spots. I followed them to where I was. I was damp? What was I doing? I was wearing some sort of medical gown, it seemed like it was a type of linen. The lower half of the gown was pretty damp, all the way to my ankles. I began to get up off the moist floor when I noticed I could feel air on my backside. Apparently this gown exposed my lower back, back of my legs, feet... and butt, it did feel cozy though.
I stood there looking into the mirror. I could make out in the faintest light my athletic structure. I'm glad I still have that. I wasn't the biggest muscle guy around, but for me, I was very proud of my body. I had my six-pack abs, great chest development, and my favorite feature was probably my calves and feet. Mine were looking very sexy.
It felt weird checking myself out in the mirror. The feeling was strange, it felt unnaturally arousing, maybe it was the musky smell of the room. Whatever... it was time to focus on what I was doing here. The flickering light above gave me enough light to maneuver around. I padded around barefoot making wet sloshes from the moist areas. I still had so many questions: where did all my clothes go? Was I being tested? Am I imprisoned somewhere? And most of all, why can't I remember anything? I kept memory of my name: Kyle. My age: 21. My eyes were green, hair was brown and medium, and ... just nothing else.
Well, one of these walls was actually a big glass door. Everything on the other side was darkness, save minor random faint lighting. I examined the door. It had a slight crack for an opening on its left side. On that same side there was a small glass panel that read: "Err..r" in red. It seemed it wasn't working, or at least broken. I put my ear to the crack on the door. I could hear subtle sounds of steam, pressure, machinery barely working - it all seemed very industrial. I looked down the hallway. Left was blackness, right was blackness. It sucked, but I'll have to go down one of those paths.
I slipped my fingers through the crack and gripped the door. It wasn't stuck and opened fairly easily. The sounds became a little clearer, it was some sort of facility, but was it abandoned? With the door fully opened, I planned on heading left, guiding myself on the hallway wall with my hand, it was still too dark to be certain where I was walking.
Just moments from leaving my room, I could hear something from behind me, quick footsteps, bare, getting closer. Before I could react, whatever was running - ran into me. I fell, quickly throwing my hands out to stop my face from hitting the floor.
"Shit, what the hell? What are you doing?" the person frantically said.
"Why were you running? What's going on? Who are you? Do you know where we are?" I just spewed questions as we fondled to get up.
He put his hand to my mouth "Shhhh! Quiet, okay listen, we can't sit here and talk. They must have given you a larger dose than the others... We need to leave this place immediately. There are others, but we don't have time, follow me."
What was he talking about? Dosage?! I was drugged by something? "Okay, but how do you know where we are going?" I asked.
"I know this is a ground level, there should be an exit somewhere." He said.
I probably should just shut up and follow him. "I'm up! Let's go!" I said, "What's your name?" I blurted as we got moving down the hallway.
"Mark."
"Mine's Kyle."
I'll save the questions - I followed Mark down the hallway. We came to an open door which was an entrance to what seemed like a longer, darker hallway. This door was also transparent. He moved in, so I followed. All the lights went black this time. A large power down sound reverberated through whatever structure we were in.
He shot a whisper at me, "Shit, we need to hide, now."
I followed him guiding our hands on the wall. I could feel more of those glass doors as we continued. He found an open one. A sudden power up sound came echoing back to us.
"In here." he said.
We entered one of the rooms.
"Look for another d-" he started to tell me, but we heard many larger footsteps entering the hall.
"Under this table, hurry!" He whispered.
I dove to the floor and crawled, quickly behind him, under a random table. We could hear the footsteps dragging ... people? There were more boys, they were struggling. The footsteps hurried, sounding like metal boots marching, one was clicking through the hall. I could hear the others being thrown into those rooms we passed. Were they cells?
"They are putting them into those rooms, aren't they like this one?" I asked.
"Shit, God Dam-nit! We need to leave, this is a cell room!" He panicked, scrambling.
I followed him as fast as I could, but it was too late. The lights shot back on and a similar glass panel to the left of the door read: "LCKD.." in Green. The door to the room shot close and we stammered back, inches from freedom. With the lights fully on I could make out the hallway. We were in a cell room, definitely, it was white, medical looking, and each wall minus the back wall was made of transparent glass. We could see the other boys in their cells and whatever army that was trudging the hall was gone. Some of the guys were clothed in our same linen outfits, ass, back and legs exposed, while a few didn't have anything and were hiding in corners covering their crotches. Despite many banging their hands on the glass and yelling the sounds were extremely muffled. The ceiling had a few lights and a vent on the back wall. I looked to Mark who moved to the back wall, looking at me. He was extremely fit, probably more than me, he had shaggy brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and gorgeous hazel eyes. He rested his hand on the back wall in anger. He was turned from me exposing his nude back side. I'm not gay or anything, at least, I don't think I am, but seeing his ass crack and gorgeous calves started stirring my groin up. I had to start conversation.
"So... what is this place?" I asked.
"It's a conversion facility or something." he replied, turning.
"A what? Why are we here... and how do you know?" I asked.
Mark began to explain: "They are some sort of like... secret society... People fill out forms, which you probably did, that seem like advertising for new enhancement products and such. When you go to their fake facilities they pretty much kidnap you and take you here. I don't know what the "conversion" is, but I wasn't planning on finding out. No one else believes this place exists. When a friend of mine applied for one, he came back... different... and so I began researching about their facilities and strange similar cases."
"How did you end up here then? Why can't I remember anything?!" I demanded.
He sighed, "I told you they kidnap, you don't need to be a volunteer. They prefer fit people. You woke up in a cell right?"
"Yeah," I said. "I was damp, what the hell?"
"They screened us, see, we're in the Male section," he said indicating to the other boys in the cells, "you were damp because they had you in that cell on some sort of drug - touching yourself. And they watched to see your potential."
My eyes were wide, "Are you serious?! I was touching myself in that room and they watched?!" It sounded wrong, but I was feeling strangely aroused by it.
Yup." He said, "Everyone had to go through that phase, even I did."
"Then how did you get out? Why was I able to get out?" I asked.
"There was probably a system glitch or something. All I know is that the power shut down and many door lock securities were ruptured. I pried my door open and made a blind run... running into you. Whoever they are, they don't patrol, they watch from the cameras." He pointed to the corner of the back wall. There was a small camouflaged camera on the wall.
I was stunned. "Wow..." I stood there looking at him, then to the glass walls, looking at the other boys in their state of confusion. "So what happens next?"
"I don't know." He said.
A booming sound echoed through the hallway catching the attention of many other guys. The only thing I noticed looking into the hall were small numbers lighting up above the cells. I couldn't see ours, but across from us was five, containing one guy. The two cells beside ours contained two each, both of them looking for escape. I looked down the hall to the right across the hallways center, the symbol "#1" above the first cell was fully lit in a green glow. Each cell had roughly one to three guys in it and I could make out at least ten rooms amongst the entire hallway.
The light above cell "#1" flashed a darker green and a subtle chime echoed through the hall. I looked at the cell and at the two guys in it. A gray cloud of gas shot out of the vent on the back wall and dissipated in the room, the two boys were waving the vapor out of their faces.
"That cell just got gassed," I said to Mark, worried.
"Yeah, they must be starting the process." he looked to me. "We can't have that happening here. We need to block the vent. Rip your sleeves off, we can stuff the vent.".
I immediately shredded the shoulder seams on the arms and handed them to Mark; I then hesitantly looked back at cell "#1". The two guys were on their hands and knees, they looked weak. The glass was also getting faintly foggy. It must be making their body temperature rise. A second chime echoed through the hall, cell "#2" must have just been gassed. I glanced across the two guys beside our cell to cell two, there were two guys in that one. The same thing was happening, they began to lean on the walls, disorientated, one guy was coughing. What was happening to them? I looked at cell "#3", it's light was turning dark green. We had to hurry.
Mark pushed the table under the vent and climbed on top. The vent was grated allowing the linen cloth to fit in the tiny grates securely. It looked like he needed a bit more fabric. A chime sounded again, cell "#3" was now infected. I looked to my left, those two guys were next. One of them looked back at me and Mark, he was waving his hands at us for help of some sort, only to be stopped by the chime and a face full of gray gas.
"Dude, shit, I need more!" Mark yelled, ripping off his entire garment, shredding it, and stuffing it into the vent.
He was fully exposed and it was incredibly sexy, and I have no idea why, I wanted to touch his legs. I turned, embarrassed, only to hear the chime of room five. The solo guy that was directly across from us, facing me, angled a bit. He fell to his hands and knees, putting one hand on the glass door facing myself. I watched. I could hear Mark stuffing the vent, he seemed to be near finished. What was happening to the guy in cell five? I had to watch it all, I was so transfixed.
He was breaking into a slight sweat. The glass was fogging just a little, but just enough to cause his hand to slip down, leaving a moisture imprint of it. His head was aimed down and he started arching his shoulders. Was he in pain? He looked up and his face had a glossy expression, he was.... enjoying it? Suddenly, he threw his head back downward and his shoulder muscles spasmed. He was completely nude, I could see everything. The reconfiguring back muscles were growing, as well as his arms. He was sweating more, his toes began to curl and his calf muscles began to bulge slightly. His arms were becoming much more defined while his hands twitched in ecstasy.
Mark caught my attention.
"There, it's blocked." He said hopping off the table padding over to me.
The chime sounded off. That was our cell. We both stood there side by side, staring at the vent. It was a gut-wrenching wait... nothing was happening. Did time slow down? We watched, nothing still. Maybe it did work, we were safe.
The vent was blocked. Another chime sounded off, it must be room seven's turn. We looked to our right, we watched them, they looked back at us in fear. But no gas came out.
"Why isn't-" Mark was cut off by a stronger chime.
We looked to our vent... these chimes weren't automatically controlled.
The linen blasted off the vent and flew past us, hitting the glass. A swirl of gray surrounded us, dissipating. We didn't expect this. Mark moved to the table trying to cover the vent with his hands and scraps of fabric. I was shocked. What was going to happen? I felt like panicking. I turned around and looked at cell five.
The same guy who was on his hands and knees was now furiously pumping away at his cock. He now had the physique of an olympic athlete. It was unbelievably sexy. His glossy face, chiseled glossy face, was looking upwards as he sat on his knees. He was flexing all his muscles, toes, hands - he was about to cum. He crawled around, pumping faster and faster, turning around until his ass was facing me. He was ass up in the air head to the floor pumping away, his asshole was clenching up, the defined cheeks tensing, he was so close I could almost sense it. It was extremely arousing. Arousing? Why? Why was I still watching? Was this going to happen to me?! Was I going to become some masculine masturbating machine?! Everything started coming back to me. I felt dizzy. I felt like I was breaking into a sweat.
I felt slightly exhausted, my mouth felt loose. I leaned on the glass door, turning, slipping down to a slouch. A chime went off, but it started to fade from my hearing. I didn't care. And that's when I saw Mark. He had that same glossy expression. Was I going to have that too? What was happening to me? The room was getting warmer, my garment felt tighter. Mark was stumbling toward me. Why? My legs spread on the floor. My ass could feel the cool hard surface, my body heat was making it moist. I looked at my feet, I started tensing my toes. They were flexing and looked extremely appealing. And that's when I started to feel it. My dick was getting hard. I was stirring up a storm, but it felt so good. Mark was getting closer, I wanted to tell him to get away, but I couldn't speak. He couldn't either. I couldn't control myself. I watched his dick grow, it was rising to a massive erection. And he kept coming closer. My arms began to bulge, I raised them, examining them. Sweat covered my body now, and I needed to get this clothing off. I don't know why, but I had to. My arms ripped the fabric down the chest, exposing my growing pectoral muscles. Beads of sweat slithered down my chest onto my ripped abs. I tore it all off, and my hands glided to my groin. They just started rubbing everywhere. I could feel it even more now. My ass tightening, the asshole clenching. The cheek muscles firming, my legs hardening. My calves were pulsating as my entire body lit up like an on-going orgasm, but I hadn't gotten there yet.
I needed desperate release.
Mark crawled towards me, his body still changing. His face was becoming so masculine, as well as his body, his dick was pulsating; it was driving me crazy. I started to crawl towards him, furiously pumping my cock. We met in the center of the room, sweaty arms exploring and groping each other. There was nothing to think about, just pure disgusting sex. Our faces were latched to each other kissing tongue and all. He threw a leg over me, dry humping, and our sweat mixed together. The room was incredibly steamy, but I could make out all the cells had guys doing everything we were. Mark kept rubbing his leg up and down mine gyrating our dicks together, we were both leaking a massive puddle of pre which we shifted around in. Our eyes were closed, but I could feel him moving his left hand down to my asshole where he stuck his finger in. It made me shudder with pleasure. I reached over and began to do the same. We fingered each other, kissed each other, ground against each other... the stimulation was amazing. The room smelled of the heaviest sexy musk. We shifted into a sixty-nine and my mouth ran over his dick, as his did mine. I could taste his pre as I licked my tongue up his shaft. It was addictive. I started to jack him off as my tongue hit his tip, and I dove in. I applied so much suction it made him groan in pleasure. He did the same to me and I couldn't help but moan in return. I could feel a powerful orgasm coming on. Mark was on his back and I was on top. We sucked and sucked, my ass was in the air, cheeks spread, butt-hole clenched, I could feel my dick become solid. I skull fucked him as he lay there taking it in the mouth.
I was so in ecstasy with him I didn't even notice the other rooms, the guys in them, what was happening to them? As I was sucking Mark off, fighting to keep my gaze on cell five, I noticed something happening to the guy in there. He was growing hair? Fur? Subtle body fur was growing all over him as he was going another round of massive masturbation. This time he was on his back with his feet on the glass door, his cock and ass facing towards me, I could barely make out his face and chest. He was pumping furiously and the faster he pumped the faster the fine fur spread. It began around his asshole, spreading down the cheeks and up the thighs. I just realized, that if that's happening to him... I looked around, it was happening to everyone in the cells. They were all gaining different fur, one guy was becoming incredibly glossy?! No way! We were becoming sex beasts or something?? I was becoming some fucked up sex creature?! I regained the slightest of consciousness, and I began to panic.
I looked back to cell five. The guys feet on the glass were shifting, the toes were flexing, but fusing together. He was in a hypnotic glaze as it was happening so fast, he couldn't stop himself. I couldn't hear it but I could tell he was moaning intensely. His hands were doing the same thing, the fingers were fusing, becoming two digits and a thumb. The nails were growing darker, and, by what I could make out, his face was pushing out?! The fur had spread all along his legs, his toes completely fused, turning darker into... hooves of some sort? With his ass exposed I could make out his hole pushing out, the cheeks spreading wider only encouraging him to push a thick finger into the hole. Below, his spine pushed out into a nub, growing into a tail. He was jacking off while fingering himself - the pleasure was sending him through the roof. He snorted becoming very primal. He kicked - his legs seeming very horse like. The final transformations accelerated; his cock had grown darker taking on more horse like features pushing past his naval. The pre was spewing on his chest. His ears pushed out and the fur spread all over in dark and light brown color. More definition crawled over his muscles as he began to thrash and neigh. The last thing I saw was him spewing thick globs of cum all over the glass before I looked back down to Mark.
It was happening to me, I could feel it, the urges rising in my brain. I could feel myself becoming more wild. It was happening to him, I could see Marks feet sprouting fur, his toe nails turning black. They were growing longer too, his fur was becoming dark gray and silver. His calf muscles were thickening, the legs were forming a kind of digitigrade stance. I gave in more to the feelings, I felt that I wanted this. I needed to touch him, I had to. I put my hand on his feet and trace the fur up his legs as I continued to suck him off. I could feel him changing on me. What was happening to me, what was I becoming? The idea just made me moan. It was arousing to think about as he transformed underneath me. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel it pushing out on my cock, which strangely enough, was transforming too. Yes, finally, it's my turn! It was growing and it only made fuck his face harder, but I wanted to be inside him. I wanted to change inside him. I wildly got off him, he was in such a daze he immediately started jacking off again. I grabbed his changing ankles and pulled him toward me on the ground. I was positioned on my knees, he was on his back still, I didn't care, I grabbed my throbbing dick and directed it to his changing hole. I just pushed and thrusted, he let out a loud moan that slightly turned into a howl. Was he becoming a wolf? The fur spread faster from his asshole to his thighs, he was growing a tail as well. The harder I thrusted the more happened. His face became more canine, the fur spread up his crotch to his chest. He leaned his head back moaning as sweat emitted his scent, pre spewed all over his abs. I could smell him, more now. I could taste his scent on my tongue.
Wait... on my tongue?
I looked at my hands grasping his ankles as I continued thrusting into him. They were gaining a pattern, then scales. My nails were growing into talons. What was I becoming?! Whatever it was I wanted more. I watched the iridescent emerald scales creep up my arm. I wanted them to spread. I wanted to change faster. The thoughts fed the feeling. I didn't even notice my chest and abs were sprouting scales all over. And my ass, I can feel it firming up, I can feel the scales spreading up the crack to my spine. It too began pushing out, I was growing a tail. The tail grew quickly and it wasn't long after the scales pushed out in waves I could control it. I flicked it around playfully, it felt wonderful. My whole body was covered in a beautiful pattern of scales.
Mark's changes were finishing up, he was becoming some sort of werewolf. His fur was silver, soft, and moist with sweat. I could still make out his gorgeous abs and body through it. His chiseled face was now irresistibly sexy as a werewolf.
As I continued fucking I could feel my climax soon, it felt massive. I leaned in to kiss him. He brought his muzzle to my face, I could feel the changes spreading through my neck. I could feel it becoming stronger. Strands of my hair fell all around Mark's head, quickly dissolving. I could feel the muscles and bones in my face reconfiguring, my senses increasing. I could hear the other cells, the other boys, beasts, whatever they had become, moaning and sloshing around in their own musk. As I embraced Mark's face and began to kiss I could feel my tongue reshaping, becoming forked. The final changes in me were pushing me to the limit. My nose became slits, I could feel my ears becoming holes. I was transformed into some sort of reptile. Oh... I could feel it now. I was changing inside him. My dick felt like it was splitting, sending waves of pleasure through out my body. It was tightening inside of Mark, I could feel him squirming in pleasure from it. I leaned in, embracing us, chest to chest as I sucked on his neck. He grabbed my back, rubbing my shoulders, pulling me into him more. He lifted his legs, grasping my lower back with them as I performed the final thrusts. It happened. I came, I couldn't hold it much longer. Wave after wave spewing inside him. It drove him crazy, he shot out all over between us. I could feel his dick pulsating between our abs. I came harder and harder and so did he. The cum was up to his neck and I licked it off him, tasting him. It tasted, it felt, everything was good.
....We finally rested, I felt more calm.
I could feel my rational senses rejuvenating. My penis had split into a hemi-penis inside him. I carefully pulled it out only sending more pleasure throughout his body causing him to spurt a small amount of more cum. I sat back, near the random table and relaxed, he lay there on the floor in a mess of cum and sweat, legs spread open, still fondling himself. For someone who wanted to avoid this he seemed way more into it than I. I looked around, I could only see into the nearest cells. Some guys transformed into horses, bulls, avians, wolves, there was an orca in one of them. All of them seemed transfixed on slowly fondling with one another.
The lights in the hall and our cells began to slowly dim.
A sound startled me. We could both hear it. It sounded like clicking heels. It stopped at the cells before us, I couldn't make out who, or what it was. With the lights dimmed for whatever reason and the glass fogged up I could only make out a silhouette of someone wondering from cell to cell. The clicking eventually came to our cell. There was a few small beeps and the door flew open. By natural reaction I covered myself, Mark just laid there resting, still in a glossy haze. Standing in the doorway was a woman...er... a woman spider? A spider-woman? I don't know. She had a clipboard with paperwork, two rather beautiful eyes, solid dark purple color, and two more smaller sets above them. Two arms, two legs, two spider-like legs protruding from what seemed her upper back extending above her shoulders and an identical pair from her lower back curling towards her ankles. Her feet were shaped like heels and her body had this strange, but incredibly sexy exoskeleton. Her face was more human than spider, yet her nose was similar to mine, without the slits. Her color was patterned with purple specs and dark waves of browns and grays.
She was also completely nude, had no nipples, but had two perfectly rounded breasts.
She clicked something, and began writing on the paper of the Clipboard.
"Hello boys, I want to make this quick. This facility is used in new genetic augmentation testing. Our company is simply called: Genetic Conversion Company. Gen.CCo. This is the male wing, and I am the supervisor." she said. Her voice was dark, sexy, and vibrated as she spoke.
"Now... Mark and Kyle, you two weren't suppose to be in the same test chamber, but we decided to let it happen anyways. It was by your choice that you ended up here. As you can see..." She walked in, swaying her hips as her heels clicked on the hard ground, handing Mark and I a document each.
I glanced at it, it had my signature and a bunch of other stuff on it.
"You both agreed to these enhancement augmentations, and no, we do not kidnap our customers." she chuckled slightly. "One of the side effects to our screening product is memory distortion, although it will clear up within a day or so. We use it to test your potential for your requested species" she continued. "Regarding the transformation augmentations, we have more documents you can sign to either revert, make permanent, or control the transformation augmentation. All augmentations must be verified by you through signature." She smiled at us, each set of eyes expressed friendly. "In the fine print, you'll find that you chose your own species, designation, and time. We have to be rough with our subjects because, like you, memory can be difficult to manage. Of course this is currently free of charge, so do not worry." She then grabbed the documents, clicking around the room.
I have so many questions, but no where to start, so I might as well ask the usual:
"So what happens next?"
"Clean up." She laughed an evil laugh, almost like a "muahaha" and she swayed out, turned, and punched in a code on the outside panel. The door quickly shut. Her smirking eyes were the last thing I saw before the door made her vanish. The light inside pulled into the ceiling and a spout replaced it.
Ohhh man... this was going to suck.
Water shot out. Rinsing the room and us. It was cold, but it felt good. |
Brief encounter by Strega | An old story I've touched up while thinking about writing a new chapter. \*\*\*\*\* **Brief Encounter** Jenny looked at the tiger through the bars and daydreamed. Mike was off buying ice-cream for the two of them; he'd grumbled good-naturedly about the prices here at the zoo, but off he'd | [
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"Human",
"M/F",
"Rape",
"Tiger",
"Vore (soft)"
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**Brief Encounter**
Jenny looked at the tiger through the bars and daydreamed.
Mike was off buying ice-cream for the two of them; he'd grumbled good-naturedly about the prices here at the zoo, but off he'd gone anyway. He'd be back soon. In the meantime....
In the meantime she admired the tiger. He was a great block of a beast, almost rectangular from the side, his muscles standing out under the fur, legs like columns. He sat back just behind the bars, and watched her in return.
She had always liked tigers. Lions were nice, too, with their manes. Like her boyfriend, she had a thing for animals. Before they'd met, she had most often avoided men, and would lie in bed instead with a book on wildlife open. Most often that issue of National Geographic with the glossy pictures of mating tigers. She'd pretend she was the female.
And she would come to the zoo, watch the tigers or the lions and fantasize that they'd mate while she watched. Once a pair of jaguars had almost done so. The male kept trying to mount the female, but she wasn't interested.
Jenny had been. If she could just once find someone with a pet lion, or tiger, or cougar...she sighed. Mike had the same sort of dreams, and they talked, and had sex, and pretended. It wasn't the same.
She watched the tiger, still watching her, and let herself daydream. She was the only one in front of the cage right now, so she crossed her arms and rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him. Her other hand could rub the side of her breast through the sweater as she fantasized.
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*She was inside the cage, now. She'd slipped through the bars, meant to keep a tiger inside - never mind that the bars were actually a screen mesh with 2" holes. The tiger lifted his head, seeing her so close, and before she could say anything whipped a paw behind her ankles. She was on her back as he stepped forward, sniffing, interested. She lifted her knees as his muzzle went down, but he forced his massive head between her thighs, and with a snap of his fangs, ripped her dress into shreds. Her panties dangled in strips from his jaws.*
*She shrieked (a passer-by in the real world gave her an odd look, though it was just a squeak there) and tried to cover herself, but the tiger stepped forward, his cheeks furry under her palms, pushing her arms upward. The barrel of his chest forced between her thighs, coarse fur sliding over her mound, and she groaned. In a moment, her knees hooked over his haunches, the tiger's thighs pushing her legs up and apart.*
*His eyes were yellow, pale, unreadable, her hands stretching the fur of his cheeks as she thrust against him with all her strength. He hardly moved, his head half as large as her chest, and his belly wrinkled up over the rags of her dress as he entered her.*
*She gasped, pushing at his chin, but he snarled, and she felt the short sheath pull back as his barbed penis slid into her. He thrust rapidly, and though his shaft was not impossibly huge, the spines on its tip rasped painfully on each withdrawal. In a moment she was screaming, half in pleasure, half in pain, as the tiger had her.*
*It didn't last long. She knew it wouldn't, as she stood swaying, alone in front of the tiger pen. Less than a minute. But as the great beast snarled, as her sex clenched around the barbed shaft, she felt a gush of heat down inside her. Not too much, just one quick jet, as his muzzle came down, biting into her sweater as he would the nape of a tigress.*
*She gasped, felt the hot fluid dripping down inside her. The tiger lifted his head, rasping out a growl, satisfied...and with a quick motion, yawned a jaw-cracking gape, and forced his maw down over her head.*
*Jenny flinched. Her head fit perfectly into the tiger's mouth, his tongue sandpaper-rough against her chin, his fangs hooked behind her skull. This wasn't part of her fantasy. She pushed up against his neck, thick as a barrel...but he was no more movable now than when he had mounted her. She felt the barbed cock pull out of her as his lips pushed down past her ears. His tongue pushed up against her chin, and with a gulp her head was in his throat. The slippery gullet slid over her face, muscular and tight as it pulled her deeper.*
*She swayed where she stood, daydreaming. But this wasn't her dream, any more.*
*His jaws were around her shoulders now, the tiger's rapid, hungry gulps pulling her in inch after inch. The throat gripped at her as he held her between his forepaws, pushing his muzzle down over her breasts. He should not be able to do this!*
*But his lips popped over her sweater-covered breasts, her shoulders sliding down into his throat. The neckfur was stretched over her; her fingers dug at the bulge and felt the shape that worked its way quickly down into his torso. She was being swallowed whole. In a moment her upper arms were pinned, and she lay in the tight sheath of his throat, pushed deeper by the cat's powerful swallowing muscles. Shoulders, breasts, belly, and now her hips were sucked into the ravenous maw, her butt filling his jaws tight for a moment before he gulped that down, too.*
*Gulp, and she began to slide, her thighs scraping past his fangs as she was pulled down into his throat. The gullet rippled, clutching at her hips and shoulders, pushing her down. Her knees bumped past his teeth, and something tight wrapped around her forehead then slid past her cheeks, Her head popped into his stomach, filled with an incredible stink...and then she was filling it, the strong throat-muscles pushing her down, her shoulders pressing against the wet skin of his belly.*
*With a snap his muzzle closed around her feet, and she kicked once before he gulped them down, too. All of her was in his throat, and with a smooth slide she squeezed down through his barrel chest, more and more of her coming to rest in his guts. And then it was over, the stomach stretched taut around her.*
*She struggled in his belly, gasped, opened her eyes to the real world. The daydream was over.*
Jenny's eyes opened: she was in tight, wet, fetid darkness. She could move only a tiny bit, her fingers sliding through stinging slime. "But...this wasn't my fantasy."
The rakshasa smiled as he felt the wriggling inside him, heard the little voice, and said: "No. It's mine."
To the outward eye, he was a tiger. The huge bulge in his belly would not be seen, any more than his real shape would be. And soon enough the bulge would be gone, digested like his other meals. Playing a zoo tiger had its rewards; he'd even had a mating from this one before she satisfied his hunger. Usually he had to assume a more human form to seduce them in their dreams, but this one would have come right into his cage if she'd been allowed. Of course she wouldn't expect to end the meeting in his belly, but then again, they never did.
A long, satisfied belch rumbled up out of him, but no one heard it.
Mike returned to the tiger cage, an ice cream in each hand. "Jenny?" She was nowhere to be seen. He peered at the tiger, who lazily looked back; she didn't usually wander when there was a big cat to look at. Maybe she'd gone to the lion pen. With a shrug, he continued on. She had to be around here somewhere. |
Rogue's Redemption Ch. 2 (part 4) by KarusDaedlyn | #5 of Rogue's Redemption Final portion of second chapter, I promise. - \* \* \* As Karus had first entered Bruster's Tavern, Ts'Sai was following closely behind. Unlike the wolf she was tracking, it was not necessary for her to psych herself up for the entrance, and was able to make a very quick | [
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"Adventure",
"Novel",
"Sci-Fi",
"Space"
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As Karus had first entered Bruster's Tavern, Ts'Sai was following closely behind. Unlike the wolf she was tracking, it was not necessary for her to psych herself up for the entrance, and was able to make a very quick pace, catching up to him quickly. She did not want to be spotted, yet, knowing she was not supposed to be out. And at the entrance of the Tavern, she was \_certain\_she was not supposed to be here.
The advertising posters featured some of the most disturbing images Ts'Sai has seen thus far, and the smells emanating from the entrance certainly offered a warning to her tiny nose. Waiting customers were engaging in very public displays of lust, not affection. She did her best to keep her eyes down, only glancing upwards every so often to see if she could catch a glimpse of Karus.
Eventually, she did spot him, standing on his own, apparently taking in deep breaths. He cracked his neck, and flexed his digits, and stormed off towards the entryway, shoving his way through the crowd. Ts'Sai could hear one of those waiting in line shout out, calling Karus an 'asshole.' When she looked upwards again, she caught Karus in the most menacing stance she had ever seen the wolf in. Her gruff, but generally congenial friend looked every bit the monster, with his chest raised, his lips curled into a frightening snarl, and his paws twitching by his blasters.
She took cover behind a deer in line, hoping to not be spotted. The youth had second thoughts about attempting to enter, however, she figured she was already this far...and she could not bear the boredom of the ship any longer. As repulsive as this place was appearing, it was at least a bit of an adventure. Waiting in line, however, she realized she was spending more time directing her eyes at the floor, to avoid taking in too many disgusting sights.
Soon, it was her turn to enter, right after the deer in front of her passed by the hippopotamus bouncer. The large creature needed to lean over his podium in order to even see the diminutive kitten.
"Uh...don'tchya think ya might be a little young for this joint? Might wanna stick to the soda pop stands on the upper decks," he said, raising a curious eyebrow.
"I-um, er," Ts'Sai tried to speak, although the rhythmic, pulsating bass coming from the electronic music inside the bar made her tiny heart race, "I'm here, um...to see Karus."
"Oh, you're Karus's girl?" The bouncer said with a look of surprise, "Damn...didn't know he liked 'em that young, although...figures he wouldn't even wait to start getting shitfaced...already, head on in, might be able to catch the bastard."
She was nervous about entering, considering what she was able to see on the outside, but did not want the hippo to be asking her any more questions. Although, she was curious, about what he meant, about Karus getting...'shitfaced.' The little kitten skittered along quickly through the automatic door.
Her senses were immediately assaulted upon entry. Odious vapors from the booze and drugs being inhaled brought a cough to her throat, and tears to her eyes. The excessively loud music being blasted from speakers throughout the tavern forced her to cover her ears with her paws. Even her eyes were not safe, as she could all kinds of obscene actions being taken, from the slutty dancing Anthros on stage, to the grinding and groping taking place on the dance floor. Ts'Sai kept her eyes downward, but carefully tread a bit further in, being exceptionally careful to not touch anything, to avoid offending her only remaining sense.
For a brief moment, she could hear Karus's voice, apparently saying, 'Hey baby,' and she looked up right in time to see her friend getting hit hard by a bimbo-y looking mouse, who stamped off in a huff. She was confused, for one, because she had no idea what just occurred between the two, and secondly, she did not know if she should go to his aid. Ts'Sai decided against heading in, as she had no idea what she could do either way. Instead, she stepped a bit closer to some tables to observe what he would do next.
Thankfully, it appeared that the wolf was heading into the back, away from the sex-filled main area. She quickened her pace to follow, but not fast enough to avoid a cold, wet hand that clamped down on her shoulder, and spun her around.
"Mmm...why, hello there, darlin'," an alcohol-soaked, bulbous toad said, uncomfortably close to her face. "I saw ya puttin' a little show earlier in the vending passageway...how'd ya like to earn a few creds, and continue that little act for our table here?"
"Urf...no, thanks," she replied, growing more fearful by the moment, "I'm here to see a friend."
The slimy slob gripped her by both arms, and pulled her into his gluttonous gut. She pressed away, to no avail, her paws sinking into the oozing flesh.
"Come on, now, sweetheart...you can't tease a guy like that and just not give 'em anything," the cretin urged, his foul breath making the kitten almost lose her lunch. He was clearly getting more excited having a young thing struggling in his grasp. "How 'bout you give daddy a little kiss, huh?" The other sleazy toads at the table cheered on their comrade for his catch, and egged the kitten to comply.
She was quickly becoming paralyzed with fear, as the wide mouth of the toad opened and his slobbering, nasty tongue moved towards her.
"\_ **Karussss** \_\_ **!!!** \_" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
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That scream pierced Karus's ears over all of the ambient noise and dealings going on. He immediately tried to take off towards the sound, but was kept in place by the sapphire-eyed white mouse.
"Got a problem, hunny, hold your horses," She said, having to use quite a bit of force to keep the frantic wolf down.
"Speak. Now," Karus said with a grim tone, electronically depositing another hundred credits from his chit to hers, not wanting to waste any more time with negotiations.
The mouse looked, hoping for more, but understanding that trying to press the issue would \_not\_be the wisest decision at this point. "Two hunters, croc and a bull. Been on the upper level, looking at you the whole time, tracking every step. Shortly after you came in, a little kitten followed, she's obviously too young for this place, and was looking for you too. She's getting held up by a creeper right now, but the hunters are on the move, goin' straight towards her."
The rogue wolf slammed the chit on the table, and barked at Hazzakh, "Twenty-seven hundred credits, plus change, to end this conversation now, and I go with the stuff."
"I wonder, what would win out, between your addiction and your frien-" Hazzakh started to say, intending on toying with the hound a bit more. Karus interrupted him by switching both blasters to overcharge, piercing the air with a high-pitched electric whine.
"If you kill me, my cartel would have you put down before my body cools," Hazzakh responded to the implied threat, his slit-eyes narrowing.
"And if any harm comes to her, I won't be giving a shit," Karus said, beginning to growl deeply from his chest.
The naga waved that the offer was accepted, and Karus wasted no time in scooping the narcotics with a single motion, securing them in his vest, and leaping over the booth to take off like a furry bolt towards his distressed friend.
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Just as the slippery, wriggling appendage was about to glide across her fuzzy cheek, her rescue appeared, but not in the form of a wolf. A scaly, clawed hand dropped heavily on the toad's shoulder. The sickening, flickering tongue snapped back into the toad's cavernous mouth, much to Ts'Sai's relief.
"Now, matey, I'd like to think ya for holding onto our quarry here...But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask ya kindly to put the little lass down," A rough crocodile, fully decked out in combat gear, instructed the wretched amphibian.
The toad turned slightly, and his drunken eyes struggled to focus on the croc, and the massive bull that was standing next to him who was likewise adorned with several different gadgets, weapons, and explosives. "Now, looky here, pal," the fat toad replied, still not releasing his grasp on Ts'Sai, "There's plenty of tail here, and you can just bugger off and find your own, alright?"
The croc sighed, and shook his long face with faux regret. He let go of the toad's shoulder, and snapped his claws at his bovine companion. Cracking the knuckles on his enormous hands, the bull chuckled dumbly.
Just as the realization struck the toad as to what would happen next, he was literally struck with bone-crushing force by the bull. His grip turned limp, letting loose of Ts'Sai, and his head fell sideways to the table. The eyes of the toad twitched slightly, and some muddy-looking blood oozed from his nose. His assembled amphibian companions had no idea whether he was still alive or not, and it was not in their interests at the time to care. They backed themselves away from the circular table, to avoid being drawn into the confrontation.
Ts'Sai was snatched by the crocodile, lifted upwards by the scruff of her neck. With his dominant right hand, the croc unslung a blaster rifle that was across his back, tucking it into his side, but barrel directed exactly at the kitten's head, prompting her to whimper softly.
Karus saw the tremendous punch of the bull, and was nearing his final approach, weaving about the crowd flawlessly. He slid along the surface of a nearby table, knocking aside the drinks of the patrons there. As his hips came close to his paws, he expertly drew his chrome blasters, and snapped them towards the heads of the hunters as he gracefully landed in an aggressive crouch.
"Alright, fellas...let's take a quick breather, and look at our options," Karus spoke through gritted fangs, "You've got my friend right there, and I've got both of you ready to fry. Why don't we all just walk away from this situation, with a big thank you from me for dealing with the shitbag there."
The crocodile chuckled, nudging his rifle into the cheek of the kitten, curling perfectly still out of sheer terror. "I don't think so, bub. We came to get the great and mighty Karus, and we've got the perfect leverage to do that, now. I think \_you\_should lower your weapons, unless you want kitty bits blown all over the bar, here."
The renegade wolf had to control his emotions, lest he show a sign of weakness to the pair of hunters. "What says she means that much to me? Go ahead, and shoot her, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do," he said in a dark, but uncaring tone.
Ts'Sai's eyes began watering up at that comment. She figured Karus was merely attempting to scare off the hunters, but...he said it so convincingly...it could have fooled her. The wolf \_did\_notice her reaction, and he could nearly feel his heart bursting at the pain of maintaining the act.
"Hah, I've got it on good authority, pal, that you can't allow any harm to come to this kitty here. And as long as my claw's on the trigger, you ain't able to take a shot," he said, his tone clear and simple. Karus examined the reptile for any sign of emotion, a weakness to exploit...and he could not manage to find one. Either the hound was slipping in his skills, or this was a surprisingly good hunter.
"Is that piss-poor bounty worth it, to you? To die, after killing a kitten, for a lousy ten grand a head? I wipe my tail-hole with that kinda cash," Karus said, hoping to probe a bit into the mercenaries' motivations. "You too, meatloaf?" he asked the bull, "Want your last action in the Way to be punchin' out a pervy toad?"
"Heh, it's not about the creds, and you know that, bub," The croc informed him, "It's about bringin' in one of the most infamous criminals 'round these parts. Don't matter what the bounty is, that's chump change. Point is, we'll get to put on our job history that we managed to bring in the once great Karus, and jobs'll fall in our laps."
Still poised for an attack, Karus controlled his breathing carefully to not show any reaction. "Alright then, pal, let's assume you are right, for a moment, and I \_can't\_let you harm her. What's the grand plan? You still don't have the whole crew, and here we are in a standoff. Just gonna wait till someone's arms get tired?"
"We'll have your boss soon enough, wolfy. And yeah, if I have to wait, no problems," the croc answered, grinning cruelly.
*Good*, Karus thought. The hunter made a rookie mistake, indicating that the hunters had \_not\_gotten Percival yet. Also, the fact that the pair was unconcerned with a timed plan indicated they had at least one other conspirator of the scheme.
"Alright, then," Karus said, concocting a trick, "Let me save ya'll some time. You've got the drop on me. That's obvious. And, you've got my friend to boot. Now, my boss, it's true, he's a great bud of mine, but...if it'll help get me 'n her outta trouble, I'm willing to cooperate...if you're willing to negotiate."
"Okay then, start talking," the hunter stated simply.
"Not here...this is a discussion between professionals," the wolf said, reeling in the bait, "These assholes around us could take what I say and move in on \_your\_action...Plus, your dumbass friend there can't really appreciate the kinda stuff I can offer." Karus had been examining the two, and did not think he was making too drastic of an assumption based on the somewhat empty glare that the bull had been making.
"Forgive me, Karus, if I don't exactly trust you with with lowering your weapon peacefully, you've got a reputation as a back-shooting bastard," the croc said. Ts'Sai listened intently to every exchange, and now with seeing it in person, began to understand the kind of crowd that Karus frequented before joining up with Percival.
"Hold your fire, just proving a point," Karus spoke softly, awaiting an 'all clear' from the hunter. As soon as he nodded slightly, Karus holstered his blaster, 'Turq,' with a flash of the paw almost faster than the hunting pair could follow. He held his empty right paw out as a gesture of openness. With his off-paw, he held 'Lav' towards the ceiling.
"You have your meatloaf take my pal over to the bar, get her a soda or something. You've already cleared a table for us," he said, gesturing towards the table with the still unmoving toad, "Then me 'n you sit and chat. I holster my other gun, and keep my paws above the table. Your pal has my kitten as collateral. Sound good?"
The bull finally spoke, in a stereotypically ponderous voice, "Dah, Gadel, not sure if that's a good idea. Contact told us to keep 'em together and under da guns."
"Shut your fat trap, Morbin! You're not paid to think," the croc said, uncharacteristically angry thus far into the exchange. "Alright, wolfy. You got a deal," Gadel said, setting the kitten down. If she were not still so terrified, she would have bolted immediately towards Karus.
"I holster once she's in the clear," the canine said, waiting for the bulky bull to move.
"Well!?" Gadel said to his fellow hunter, "Take her over to the bar. Shoot her if anything goes wrong."
Morbin shook his widely-horned head like an idiot, grasping Ts'Sai by the arm, his hand alone almost the size of her head. He took her, not intentionally roughly, by Karus's judgment, but only out of not understanding his own strength. The bovine began dragging Ts'Sai past Karus towards the bar, but the wolf held up his empty paw to stop them, indicating he wanted to speak to his crewmember.
"Don't worry, kiddo, I've got this. Remember our secret handshake?" he said, switching almost instantly into the Karus that she knew and loved. However, the kitten was confused. They never had a secret handshake. Karus gave her a sly wink with his un-visored right eye, and began a series of gestures and paw twitches with his right paw in the air. She tried playing along, but had no idea what his intentions were.
He was, in fact, issuing a series of commands into his visor, to open a program he had installed for such an occasion. The twists and flicks of his paw were zipping through options on the visor, to open up his 'wink-shot' application. Through the wireless connection between his visor and belt, he could fire a blaster without needing a paw on them. A deliberate 'wink,' held for at least two seconds would engage the blaster. Covered by the still pulsating music, and lively crowd carrying on despite the showdown, no one could hear the bottom of the holster open up on Karus's right hip, and a small lever extend inside to lock near the trigger.
Karus finished the 'handshake' with a simple grip of Ts'Sai's paw, once again winking at her with his right eye, attempting to assure her as much as possible that everything was going to be alright.
"Let's go, dog, this negotiation ain't no charity!" Gadel shouted, interrupting the reunion between the two.
Karus walked away towards the table, and Morbin continued dragging Ts'Sai away towards the bar. Standing at the edge of the table, with his left arm still directed upwards towards the ceiling, he waited until he could see where the bull stopped with his friend, and checked for obstructions between the two spots. Glancing at the table, he noticed a still unopened bottle. \_Perfect,\_he thought, and quickly holstered 'Lav' as well, before the agitated croc could complain. Gadel moved around to the other side of the table, to keep line-of-sight over both Karus and the pair at the bar, and sat down.
Karus roughly dumped the toad to the floor by tipping the chair over. The toad was still comatose, quite possibly dead or at least brain-damaged. He took the former pervert's place at the table, not overly enthusiastic over the ooze left behind.
"Okay, Karus. You've got your chance. Speak," the reptilian hunter instructed.
"Let me guess...you've only been hunting a short while. Most of your prey has been debtors, small time thugs, and generally harmless types, right?" Karus said, tossing the bottle of booze back and forth to himself, noticing the lack of wear on the croc's equipment.
"I don't like that tone, puppy. You forget who's leveling a rifle at your head right now?"
Karus gave a slight grin, realizing he had the advantage now. He hoisted a leg up on the table, keeping his paws far away from his hips to avoid any trouble. Pushing back a bit to rock the chair, his visor was confirming that the bottom of his holster, and pistol, were aligned for a guaranteed kill shot, directly into the hunter's heart. The rogue thought somberly to himself, however, *If this were the old days, you'd kill him right now. You've got a kitten with you that's never actually seen you murder someone before. Try to give him a chance.*
"No, no...I haven't forgotten. I'm just...trying to get a better picture of the situation. You want me for the glory, yes?"
"I don't \_want\_anything, I've \_got\_you right here. From what you were saying, you were gonna work out a deal so we could get your boss. That way, I can cut the third wheel out of this little plan."
Karus continued, ignoring the line of thought Gadel was following. "If you and your partner leave, right now, and let us go peacefully, we'll forward thirty-thousand credits to your account, and make it a public thing. You get to claim you extorted one of the greatest rog-"
"I am *not\_going to settle for anything less than bringin' you in, \_alive*. Or dead, even. Half credits are still worth it, and I'd still get a pretty big boost to credibility 'round these parts," the crocodile said, angered at Karus's proposition, "I'm about to tell you to just stand your fuzzy ass up and walk out at gunpoint, here. We're\_not\_gonna even mention anything that includes you getting outta this."
"Is this really worth it, Gadel? I'm willing to pay *you*, not your unseen contact, the exact amount for all of our bounties. Hell, I'll make it forty grand," Karus continued, knowing Percival would agree that, even at such a cost, it was worth it to keep things non-violent and safe, "That's \_more\_than you'd make turning us in and trying to split it three ways. If I surrender money to you in a public manner...you \_still\_get all the fame of having beaten me. No one dies, goes to a Terran mining colony to rot...everyone wins."
"No, I ain't gonna settle for anything other 'n bringing you all in. Besides...being a hunter comes with other perks, that credits can't satisfy, heh," Gadel said, creepily begging the question.
"What are you getting at?" Karus asked, his eyes stopping and narrowing a bit at the sneering reptile.
"Well, now, this is what I figured we'd be negotiating...The little kitty of yours, all dressed up like that...Figured we'd be talkin' about how much touchin' I could get away with," he stated without qualms, peeking past Karus at the young feline sitting at the bar.
"I strongly suggest you change the course of this conversation, friend," Karus said, his voice gravelly and dripping with an implied threat.
"Or what, you'll get shot by me? You keep pretending you can threaten me now...So, tell me, have you ever tried seeing how many claws you can fit in he-"
"Seriously, you are taking \_all\_the moral ambiguity out of this decision," Karus interrupted, as his visor was displaying the vital statistics of the crocodile, and the percentile chance of an overcharged blaster bolt for an instant kill. At the angle Karus was resting at, it was hovering around ninety-eight percent, varying only between minor twitches and intakes of breath.
Gadel was caught off-guard by the question, as he had no idea what 'decision' Karus could be making. Before he had time to think too hard about it, Karus followed up with, "Let me ask you a straight, no bullshit, yes or no question: Are you \_entirely\_set on bringing us in, regardless of what I bribe you with, and are you seriously talking about violating my pre-teen crewmember?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm af-" \**SSSZZRRYYYAAATT!\**
Gadel's reply was cut off abruptly by a sudden, bright turquoise flash beneath the table as Karus held down his wink. The overcharged, superheated bolt of ionized gasses struck the crocodile directly in his center of mass, and began immediately incinerating his scales and internal organs. Reflexively, his claw retracted, sending a fiery red bolt sailing by Karus's head, which he was able to avoid merely by expecting it. The red bolt neatly cut a golden lock from the rogue's headfur, igniting a small fire near his left ear.
Two distinct scents filled the wolf's nostrils, over everything else in the already acrid tavern. One being his own fur, crisping up from his tangled locks. He was very familiar with the odor. The second, being that of a seared creature, their outer flesh and innards being cooked into vapor and dust before them. This smell, too, was not a new one for the rogue.
Worse than the stench, however, was the sight. It was the same, every time. Regardless of how much this particular hunter deserved it; it was always a jarring sight to behold a creature's last moments in this universe. Their eyes, it was their eyes, that always told the same story.
Chapter one was surprise; a complete and utter shock at what had just occurred. Agony was the second chapter, as one experienced all the pain one would expect from their heart and lungs turning to ash inside of them. Realization made up the third chapter, as the sentient being understood that this was a wound they would not be walking away from. The fourth chapter was a desperate plea, for this to all be some sort of twisted dream or vision. Acceptance comprised the fifth portion of the story, as the victim just wanted the tormenting experience to end. Finally, the eyes lose any form of focus, as the life inside the shell departs for whatever lies beyond the physical universe. Karus wanted to ignore the tale Gadel's eyes told, as he had heard it too often before, but found that he could not avert his own eyes, and listened to every bit of the awful tale, in the eternity that passed in a second.
Karus knew that he could not dwell on the lifeless husk of reptile that slumped over in the seat, anymore for that brief split-second. Ts'Sai was still with the brutish bull, who was certainly alerted from the piercing sound of the blaster. He grasped the top of the bottle he had been toying with, and swiftly spun into a standing position, right paw cocked for a powerful throw, with his left outward to aid him in guiding and balance. The swift motion put out the embers burning along his tangled headfur, creating a halo of smoke around the dire wolf.
Only a few seconds had passed since the shot. The music still boomed throughout the room, and most patrons were still unaware of what had just transpired, save for a few that were in the immediate vicinity of the scene. Their reactions were varied, some backing away, wide-eyed and fearful, while others drunkenly cheered for their to be more action and excitement. Karus ignored the masses, and instantly located the bulky hunter, who was entirely surprised at the turn of events. Instincts told Karus that this hunter, too, was inexperienced, as a better predator would have had their weapon ready already.
With every bit of force the wolf could muster, he hurled the bottle as powerfully as possible. The powerful throw forced Karus to nearly double-over, however he did not stop his motion in the slightest, from the lower position he transitioned into a dead sprint directly towards the bull, following the bottle. Within the first swing of his arms, Karus had drawn his off-hand weapon, Lav, and continued at full-speed.
The bottle had its intended effect, smashing directly into the snout of the muscle-bound adversary with graphic effect. Cartilage broke violently, forcing the giant to fall back for a moment as blood erupted from his nose and mouth. Ts'Sai cried out in fear as Morbin roared angrily, spewing red all over the floor of the bar. He reached for a wickedly tri-bayoneted weapon at his hip, with furious eyes locked upon the wolf dashing towards them.
Karus bobbed and wove through the crowd, expertly dodging amongst them and avoiding any form of contact that would slow him in any way. In spite of the shooting that had just occurred, many onlookers were still simply watching bemusedly, the music had not stopped its rhythmic beat, pumping away without a care for the recently deceased or the current life-or-death struggle. The thought that he was well-renowned amongst these Anthros disgusted Karus, although he still did not have the luxury to think about it. He leapt upon the table that the formerly brawling rhino and lion were drinking at, and sprung towards the weapon-drawing bull through the air.
As he flew through the air, drawing a bead on the bull that was, in turn, bringing his weapon forward towards him, Karus needed to fight every instinct he had acquired amongst this criminal crowd. Lav was leveled directly between the bull's eyes, just for a fraction of a second, and he had to resist with all of his might to not pull the trigger. The difference between holding the blaster out towards the target's head and weapon felt like moving several hundred pounds, to the experienced rogue. Forcing his weapon down and to the left, he squeezed the trigger as soon as the visor confirmed a hit upon the tri-bladed weapon turning upwards his way.
\*\_SSSZZRRYYYAAATT!\*\_the blaster rang out, as a bright purple beam cut directly towards the cruel weapon. It struck the ballistic firearm directly in the middle of the barrel, causing it to burst with metallic super-hot shrapnel. Karus knew that Ts'Sai would be shielded by the bull's enormous body, which was riddled along his ribs, legs, and arms with mini-perforations. Several glasses snapped and popped around as minute pieces cut through them, and a few nearby patrons swatted themselves as they were hit as well. Morbin dropped the useless handle in duress, and moved to grasp his wounds.
Karus landed with precision, and immediately delivered a furious side-kick into the gut of Morbin, sending the bull backwards into the bar with force, bending his back at an awkward angle, and causing the behemoth to fall to the floor in defeat. Without words being necessary, Karus snapped his left paw outwards, brandishing Lav to any of the crowd who may consider confronting them as collateral damage from the disabling shot. Quickly drawing the still hot Turq with his right paw, he brought it right before the mangled snout of the bull.
He panted a few times in that position, and thought. In times passed, he would have killed the bull without a second thought. However, now, with Ts'Sai...he could not possibly forgive himself for blowing brains all over her. Not if it was avoidable. She was holding her breath, peeking from behind her covered face at what would happen next. Karus maneuvered just a few steps to block her sight from the smoldering crocodile that was finally drawing a morbidly curious crowd.
"I wuzn't gonna shoot the girl...I wuz gonna shoot you," Morbin said, breaking the silence amongst the trio at the bar.
"That actually does make me feel better, hunter," Karus said, trying to get his last few pants of breath back, "Shows me you know how to pick the right target. Now, tell me: why do you think I shot your weapon instead of that ugly mug?"
"Um..," the slow-thinking Morbin considered, apparently immediately over the fact that he was nearly blown away, or perhaps incapable of worrying over more than one thing at a time, "Cause you dun wanna kill me?"
"Damn, you're a freaking genius, y'know that? No idea why that croc was running the show. Now...let's go over why I \_shouldn't\_shoot you, shall we?" Karus said, still with an aggressive growl, and arm still outstretched in a threatening manner towards onlookers.
Ts'Sai had never seen this side of Karus before, and it honestly scared her. She was completely grateful at him coming to her rescue, of course, but...she had no idea how dangerous he really was. Taking out Vultures in an engagement in space was quite different, and his gruff demeanor had been brushed aside before, however...ever aspect of her friend was transforming now. His body posture, aggression, tone...she had no idea how restrained the hound must be at all times.
"Uhhh....Well, I wuzn't gonna do what boss wuz gonna do...That wuz his kinda thing," Morbin said in a bashful tone, obviously referring to Gadel's treatment of prey caught. Karus inwardly felt a bit better about eliminating him.
"Yet another point in your column, meat pack, you're on a roll," Karus said, keeping the blaster centimeters from him, "And what're you going to do once you get outta here?"
"Well, I'm not gonna bug you guys," the bull replied with what Karus could read to be honesty.
"That's good," he sneered, forcing himself to maintain the violent threatening act, despite believing that this bull was merely enlisted by a cruel hunter, "Because if we get 'bugged' by *anyone*, leaving this station, I'm blaming *you*. Got it? I will go out of my way to find you, and burn the same hole in you that your boss got, if anyone else gets in our way."
Ts'Sai noticed the crowd circling the table from where this all started, and understood how Karus was standing, in order to block her view. She was far too upset to drink the milkshake that the bull had gotten for her, and so looked straight down at the floor and wrung her tail.
"And finally, before we leave, I need to know, who were you working with? Who told you that I would be here?" Karus forcefully inquired, waving Turq before Morbin's eyes to keep his attention.
"I uuhhh...don't know. Only boss talked to him...Oh!" the bull suddenly flinched in realization, nearly causing Karus to jerk the trigger reflexively. "I'm holdin' onto the comms for boss. You can use the messages to-"
"Track the bastard's position. Excellent, hand it over to my pal there, carefully," Karus instructed.
Morbin lackadaisically pulled out the small pad, and handed it over to Ts'Sai, who was curling up in apprehension on her stool.
"Sorry about botherin' you, kitty," Morbin said with an apologetic, stupid grin. "I'm glad I could punch that toad for you, though. He was a jerk."
Karus slipped a bit with his aggressive posture towards the bull after that last comment. "Tell me something, meaty, why were you working with such a giant prick if you actually have a conscience at all?" He knew this was none his business, but he could not just walk away with such a question begging to be asked.
"I can't figure out flyin' stuff, lotta buttons and pictures," Morbin said, with what appeared to be embarrassment, "I ain't brightest tool in the shed, y'know? Boss let me work and I kinda need to make credits for Ma back home..."
Karus gritted his fangs, almost regretting asking the question. "Talk to Chudnov, the weapons dealer here. Mention my name, and let 'em know I'll vouch for you as security, alright?"
"Oh, wow, wolfy!" Morbin said with a stupid grin, almost moving forward to shake Karus's paw before realizing the weapon was still out.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great, but we still need to vamoose. Kiddo, get over here," Karus said to Ts'Sai. She was cautious, but appreciated seeing a slightly more familiar side of Karus. Weakly, she held onto the side of his leg after putting the comms pad under her arm. The wolf could feel her hesitation, and was greatly pained inside, knowing where it was coming from.
"We're gonna head out now," Karus said, backing away with Ts'Sai attached, openly holding out both weapons and holstering them. "No following, and don't let me see you for the rest of this visit. Make sure no one else is looking for us, either."
"Will do, wolfy!" Morbin said dumbly, with a smile that looked ridiculous, considering his mashed snout, and chest covered with blood.
Karus pulled Ts'Sai in tight, and quickly about-faced and headed towards the exit. He attempted to keep her focused forward...but she was able to catch a split-second glance at the charred reptilian corpse being picked over by the crowd before the tavern's bouncers broke them up. Her grip on Karus's leg weakened.
"So...you got a free drink, I'd say that was at least a decent trip, huh?" Karus attempted to joke with the kitten as they passed out of the entryway.
Ts'Sai did not know how to answer, she was still confused as to whether Karus was being his old self, or if he was still the predator she had seen moments before.
"Hey, hey there...You're alright, right?" Karus asked, stopping in the passageway and kneeling down to her level.
"Uh...yeah," Ts'Sai said in a bit of a daze, trying to comprehend all that had just happened. "I, um...I'm sorry I got out of the ship...I was just bored, and..."
Her fear of Karus passed as she saw the old companion she always knew. His posture was completely back to normal, somewhat relaxed, his dark eyes kind and concerned, rather than raging and merciless. She broke into tears and embraced him. "Thank you so much for saving me!"
The wolf had to wince a bit, to avoid tearing up from a flood of emotions. Partially, it was because he was so happy that he had not frightened the kitten too much, and also, the kitten's tiny hug pushed the drugs in his vest closer to his heart, reminding him that making this detour is what caused all of the problems to begin with. Whoever was searching for them knew exactly where he would be, out of old habits.
"Hey there...it's no problem, kiddo," he said, nuzzling her cheek and softly stroking her headfur back into place. "You're my co-pilot, I'll always be there for you."
"Why did you have to come *here*?" she asked, after hiccuping on a few tears, and calming down a bit.
Karus swallowed hard, not having a good answer for that himself. "This used to be the crowd I was around...before Percival, and you. I knew if anyone was gonna come after us, for that stupid bounty, I could find out about it here," he said, hoping it was enough of an excuse for her.
"We should never come back to these places, Karus...I wanted to get outta the *Marco*...but not like this," she said in her typically innocent fashion.
He felt even more conflicted, knowing that trips to his old haunts was the only way for him to get his fixes...and even after acquiring a small stash, he was thinking ahead to how to get his next one. *No,\_he forced himself to think, \_gotta focus on this whole situation first. Someone's still after Percival.*
Karus gently took the communicator from Ts'Sai, and with a few waves of his paw linked it to his visor to get a bead on the signal from the last sent transmission. "Trust me, bud, after we leave this dump, we'll never go back to any old hangout of mine," he said, trying to convince her as much as himself, as he felt the cold casing of the narcotics pressing into his chest.
\* \* \*
Meanwhile, Percival arrived at the office that Beatrice had directed them towards for the legitimate job. It was located in a small series of compartments that clearly received less traffic than the main passageways towards the center of the station. Percival paused for a moment, reflecting on the excellent view that the plassteel windows created, facing towards the nebula that fueled the station's famous rum. He moved on quickly, however, eager to secure a much safer form of employment than rooting through restricted systems.
The pristine raccoon headed through the automatic door, and was surprised to see a very sparse setup, merely a desk with limited holographic displays running, a well-dressed robin behind it, and frantically cycling through the displays. Percival noted it looked as if the compartment had been abandoned for awhile, and the new occupant had not even bothered to dust, or removed bits of scrap appliances whomever utilized this space last left behind.
"Come-in, come-in!" the bird chirped quickly while running through his displays. "I assume you are here about the contract, correct?"
"Uh, um, yes," Percival answered awkwardly, surprised by the robin's hurried pace. "My name is Percival Barnum Ringwald, captain of the\_Marco Po\_-"
"Irrelevant. You are capable of transporting a package 3 standard units of trade, correct? Here's contract," he said, all in a flash, flipping over a text display facing outward from the desk, "Please select the bottom right option to sign the contract."
Percival had not yet even gotten to the desk as the robin was flinging this information about. "Pardon me, good sir, but I cannot merely 'click yes' without \_actually\_reading what I am agreeing to. And how should I address-"
"Deato, if you must. Now, please read quickly, and accept if you will. Or please leave. I incredibly busy and have many matters to attend to."
Percival raised a curious eyebrow at the robin, knowing that he could not possibly be that important to the grand scheme of things, considering Beatrice mentioned he had occupied this space for some time, and not finding anyone who would take the contract, and this 'busy' act looked rather fishy. Regardless, Percival had a knack for recognizing important parts of business deals, and quickly examined the document.
Even one as naïve as Percival could sense something off about it. The payout was the contract was large, bold, and underlined at several points of the page, a whopping 1.5 million credit reward. However, the details were few and far between...He could surmise the travel coordinates, which appeared to be a well-hidden Terran trade lane, enabling subspace travel to normally inaccessible systems. From there, one would attain a 'package,' which remained unidentified for the rest of the contract, from the planet Haven, and follow a very precise set of directions to...the headquarters of Benzen Industries. This stood out as particularly to the suspicious raccoon.
Benzen Industries and the Osten-Wallens Syndicate were known to be adversarial. When Osten-Wallens supplied massive amounts of arms to the uprising of rodents in Dwallecz space, Benzen Industries made a massive trade deal to arrange armament be sent from the Warrens to the Dwallecz Police Authority. As Benzen Industries financed diplomatic envoys between the Avian Federation and the reptilian Confederacy of Kappados, it had been strongly speculated that the Osten-Wallens Syndicate was arming small groups of guerrillas, evidenced by the surprising firepower Avians encountered on those worlds that the industrial centers of Kappados planets just should not have.
Most famously, however, was the fact that Osten-Wallens was firmly intertwined with the Terran Consortium, and Wulfric von Benzen, being of a werewolf background, was a huge factor in rebuilding the ruined systems of the wolves. Many across the Milky Way credited his acquisition of the Belgarus system for the end of the War. The system contained one of the only stable Neutronium stars ever observed, and with it secured, the power contained within could never be weaponized by any particular power in the galaxy.
As Percival mused over these thoughts, Deato began rapping his fingers on the desk impatiently. "So, money's good, yes? Sign, sign! Very busy!"
Percival for once, felt as confident as Karus had in his 'aggressive negotiations,' and knew that this was a prime time to stand up for himself. He waved away the contract from its hovering display, and spoke without aggression, but firmly. "Look, you cannot expect to pressure me into accepting such a...poorly written bit of business. The contract is clearly far too overpriced for the amount of work. I can bring up the star maps myself, that particular route does \_not\_travel through any major systems of pirate activity, it merely goes into an uncharted system, which I \_presume\_your superiors own, seeing as how we are to pick up a package there, and then travel along safe lanes to the Belgarus system. Why is the price so inflated, why is a delivery being made between Osten-Wallens and Benzen Industries, and \_why\_is there a proviso at the end, in small print, that any deviation from the contract, once signed, is a criminal offense by the Terran Navy!?" Percival said, beginning to pick up a bit of pace, proud of himself for assuming a bit more of a commanding presence.
Deato stopped his rapid activity entirely, and looked directly at Percival with a small arch to his feathered head. His eyes blinked a few times, and Percival was a bit taken aback at the apparent lack of emotion. Without even bothering to look to the side, Deato tapped and gestured a few times, popping up another display midway through the table, and spread his hands to expand it large enough to make it perfectly clear. The screen showed pictures of himself, Karus, and Ts'Sai, clearly taken recently, on this station. A bounty of ten grand rested above each portrait.
Extending his three middle digits, the robin dragged them across some of his holographic keypads. The bounties rose to one-hundred grand each, causing Percival to lose his satisfied grin, and shrink back from the desk. After an emphasizing pause, Deato ran his fingers back the opposite way, causing the numbers to shrink to nothing, and a command appeared to wipe the bounty off the record.
"First, understand the negotiating power I hold here, *captain*," Deato said, still with a quick voice, but a bit higher-pitched and agitated, "I can clean the slate for you, or I can make you public enemy number one. This office may be suspiciously small and quiet, but make no mistake, I control quite a bit of information traffic for both the Terran Navy and the Syndicate. Do you understand?"
Percival nodded, feeling a bit weak in the knees now, and wishing that Karus was here with him.
"Good. Now, I must admit, I am impressed by your knowledge of the situation. Most of the common rubbish on this station believes this to be a rather poorly disguised ruse to entrap them with a false contract, and ambush them at the pickup point. I am painfully aware of the appearance of the contract, yet my instructions from my superiors stand. The ridiculous amount of pay is for secrecy. I know I'm about to break protocol," Deato said, clenching his tiny hands, "But I am horribly behind schedule for this project, and we need to move fast. I will reveal some of this secret to you, before signing...as you know what I can do to you should this silence be broken. Once again, are we clear?"
"Y-yes...Sir," Percival answered, not sure if he should retreat further or continue to listen.
"Osten-Wallens, and the Terran Consortium, wish to extend an olive branch of sorts to the wolves of Dens space. Obviously, this sort of news is a big deal. Large powers, even within the Terran Consortium, would wish to see hostilities resumed between humans and wolves. There's lots of credits to be made in continuing the war. Surely, if word got out about this delivery, any transport would be beset by insurmountable odds...and although the contracted load is small...it is very important, as...well I can't give out what the shipment is, exactly, but I \_can\_say that it will go a long way to repair relations, and it should enable Benzen Industries to collaborate with Osten-Wallens to patch up the systems devastated by senseless conflict."
Deato paused to judge Percival's reaction. The raccoon himself was confused, as this was indeed good news, if true. He had been just too shocked by the threat of the bounty to comprehend what sort of mission he and his crew would be undertaking.
"If it's any consolation, I apologize for the scare tactic," the robin said, as if reading his mind, "But certainly, you can see what sort of company this station has to offer, and you should be able to understand how it is difficult for an established, legitimate representative like myself to operate in such an environment. For your silence, I agree to \_not\_abuse the power I have over your bounty...For your cooperation, however...I \_will\_abuse it, and wipe your record from the Terran Navy's records. Trespassing is such a minor charge, anyways...Don't you agree?"
Percival nodded, still somewhat confused by the turn of events. This job seemed almost too good to be true...it was philanthropic, a ridiculously high amount of pay, and seemingly safe. Although...he felt as if he could not turn down this offer even if he had wanted to, anymore.
"So...do we have a deal, captain Ringwald?" Deato asked once again, re-opening the contract and flipping it towards Percival's end at the desk. For the first time in their exchange, the bird attempted something of a smile.
With an unsure paw, Percival tapped the insubstantial acceptance on the contract, praying that this was not a deal with the devil.
\* \* \*
Outside of the office, along the passageways back to the docking bay, the dark figure that was tracking Percival waited. The cloaked individual double-checked the small, shadowy alcove behind them, ensuring that no one could somehow get behind them as they were about to spring their trap. Percival appeared from the office, somewhat shaken from the affair. *Excellent*, the prospective hunter thought to themselves, *Easy prey.*
As their chosen target wandered uneasily towards the docking bay, the predator drew a very slender holdout blaster, almost ready to pounce. It would be simple, merely ease behind him, and put the weapon in his back. Then explain the consequences of not cooperating. By data gathered, Karus was Percival's caretaker, and the raccoon had little, if any means to defend himself. And, considering Karus was mostly likely drugged or drunk out of his mind, he was most likely caught by the stalker's comrades, and Ts'Sai along with him. Unfortunately...there was so status update from the fellow hunters, despite there being ample time to apprehend the others.
Perfectly in time with this line of thought, the trench-coated individual heard a small voice cry out, "PEERRCIIVAALLL!!"
The tiny mackerel kitten dashed out from a cross-section, running with her silky dress, and teary eyes towards the intended target.*Something's wrong*, the bounty-hunter thought to themselves, *Need to abort, obviously my companions have failed.*
Just as the hunter began to turn, however, the warm tip of a ready blaster was jammed into their cheek, forcing his view back as he dropped his blaster. He took a terrified gasp, as his small heart was about to explode.
"I must admit," a grim, murderous, and familiar voice sounded from the shadows, "You weren't the one I expected to find here. Now...explain yourself before I do the same thing to you that I did to F'nazzed when he double-crossed me."
Gresham's knees buckled to the floor at the threat, and he continued to gasp for air. *Security never even found all of F'naz-*
A heavy wolven hand reached around to grasp the squirrel's trench coat, pulling him back into the shadows and pinning him to the bulkhead. Turq, in Karus's right paw, pressed into Gresham's chin harshly. "*Well*?! You decided to start this, by hunting us against Beatrice's orders...Now own up to it," Karus demanded to know, his voice barely a whisper, to not draw attention to the hidden corner, "Or you're going to \_beg\_for me to give you that treatment."
The small creature could barely contain his terror. He could feel himself nearly loosing control of his bowels. "P--please..I--I...c-c-c-can..." Gresham tried to sputter out a defense of himself, to no avail.
Karus realized the squirrel was in no way able to communicate with this level of horror, but continued the pressure, hoping to bring the point home to him in completely clear terms. Using the blaster, he forced Gresham's head to the side, outward towards where Ts'Sai had embraced Percival, and was relaying the encounter in the tavern.
"Look! Look *hard*, you little shit. They are in \_my\_pack, got it!? I want no part of anyone's games on this station, and if anyone threatens them in any way...There are \_no\_holds on what I might do...The entire Ceti III incident would look like a cakewalk, in comparison...Do you understand?"
Gresham continued gulping air like a fish, his tiny suspended legs twitching erratically as his heart pounded with the force of a torpedo. "I--I do...I--I j-just...there's a lot of people wanting to see you di--disposed of...a--and...the credit I c-could get..."
"Yeah, someone could start a whole business tryin' to kill me, alone...But the thing is, Gresham, even if I remove myself from the Game, I won't\_ever\_lose the skills to play it," Karus said, hurting himself with that implied threat as much as the little squirrel. He backed his dark golden head back further into the shadows, mostly to prevent the terrified creature from noticing a wetness in his eyes, from thinking on that comment.
"I--I pro-promise t-to not bother you again," Gresham stammered pathetically, beginning to gather up some hope that he was not going to end up dead at the end of this conversation.
"Oh, I'm sure you won't," Karus whispered menacingly, and noticing the Percival was taking Ts'Sai under his arm and off towards the ship. "Because I am going to let you go, with this warning...next time you want to come after me, \_just\_leave it between us, and don't get \_them\_involved. Or else, I swear to you, the janitorial staff here will be finding pieces of you for years afterwards..."
Without warning, the grip loosened, dropping the squirrel to the floor suddenly. Gresham collapsed downwards, at the wolf's footpaws, which disappeared quietly into the darkness. Soon, he realized he was alone, unsure of how Karus arrived or left. He curled up, thankful to be alive, and hoping that whatever meeting the raccoon had would take his former targets far away from this place.
\* \* \*
Karus arrived in the cockpit of the \_Marco Polo\_just a short while after Percival and Ts'Sai had entered. Percival was busy updating their Nav Map with the coordinates from the contract, and Ts'Sai sat quietly in the co-pilot's seat, having her fill of adventure for the time being.
"I guess you heard about the minor detour," Karus said, exhausted and emotionally torn on the inside, but doing his best to keep that masked under a tired expression, "Just finished wrapping that part up...No one will be looking for us now, I'm hoping."
"As well they shouldn't, Karus," Percival said, somberly as well, "Our employer has rewarded us in advance by taking the bounties off of all our heads."
Sitting in the pilot's chair, Karus should have felt relieved, but instead felt far worse about this whole trip. The entire ordeal could have been avoided if he just never went to the tavern. *But you just had to get your fix, didn't you? You endangered Ts'Sai, left Percival alone to negotiate a contract, and killed someone who didn't need to be killed just to score...You are worthless scum...*
"That certainly would have been beneficial to know a bit earlier," he responded, attempting to suppress the thoughts in his mind.
"Well, from what Ts'Sai has told me...that was hardly a law-abiding hunter, Karus," Percival said, laying a comforting paw on Karus's tensed shoulder, "Anyone who would take an innocent, young kitten hostage as leverage is...well...don't get hung up about it. The galaxy is better off not having those types masquerade as law enforcement. Did the other loose end you were speaking of..?"
The engine thrummed to life as Karus began engaging the startup sequence. "No, just needed a little reminder of why it's a bad idea to hunt anyone on this crew. So, this contract?" Karus said, wishing to keep himself occupied and not filled with thought.
"Ah, yes...it's...a rather confusing matter...but apparently, if we pull this job off, we will most likely never need to root through graves again," Percival said, still not quite sure of the decision to accept.
Karus simply tapped the side of his visor, and pointed to the Nav Map, indicating he wanted a chance to browse through the contract. Percival flipped it over to him silently, awaiting the reaction. The wolf continued starting up the \_Marco\_with purely memorized motions as he read. Abruptly, he stopped, and his brown coat and limbs melted into the seat, giving up in total defeat.
"This is a bullshit contract," Karus said, careful to control his tone so to not be chiding of Percival, but indicate frustration with the situation, "No way in hell humans want to give anything to wolves, except maybe a bomb. In fact, that's probably what we're picking up. Shit..."
Percival's head sunk too, after getting such a reaction from his friend. "I--I'm sorry, Karus. But this contact had control over the amount of our bounties, and threatened to-"
"No blame, boss. We were stuck in a pretty bad position and you had to do what you had to do. Hell, even if it \_is\_a bomb, it's not our problem. We do the deal, clear names, take a big paycheck, and get the hell outta dodge for awhile. Figure splitting 1.5 million credit paycheck can afford us a much needed vacation, for once," Karus said, attempting to lift the spirits of his distressed captain.
Finishing the lift-off sequence, a wide-eyed, and partially shaking Gresham appeared in the comms unit viewscreen. "D-docking control, t-to\_Marco Polo\_, you are cleared for departure," he murmured, toying incessantly with the cord on his headset.
"Roger that," Karus answered without any sort of inflection, but giving a narrowing glance in the camera.
The wolf guided the \_Marco\_as the trio of engines fired up noisily, and turned to blast the ship through the air shield. After the faint buzz of passing through the shield, a familiar quiet settled over the ship as it entered the vacuum of space. Karus turned on the cruising engines to speed away from the hordes of traffic, taking a wide, but lonely loop towards the jump point.
Percival felt at least partially relieved, exiting the station, just to put distance between himself and that place. The soothing thrum of the engines made him realize how taxing the trip had been. "Well, my friends, I believe it is time for some rest. We've been roped into this job, for better or worse, and fretting about it without any sleep won't help us any."
Ts'Sai pulled herself out of the chair, and lightly latched onto Karus's arm. "Thank you for saving me, again, Karus...I can't thank you enough, ever..."
He swallowed hard, fighting a losing emotional struggle internally. "Don't worry, I mean, every princess needs a knight, right?" he said with a smile for her benefit.
She squeezed tight, and nuzzled for a moment, before heading off with Percival to their respective quarters. Percival stopped just before the ladder, saying, "I know it must have been hard for you, Karus, to come back here. I...am grateful you stayed away from old habits to keep us safe."
\_And there it is...the final stab,\_Karus thought as his friends headed down the ladderwell. The drugs against his chest weighed more heavily than ever before. All of the various emotions that he had been putting off collectively attacked him at once...His reputation amongst the rogues and criminals surrounding Beatrice...his inability to avoid meeting the contact for another set of doses...Ts'Sai's fear at seeing him in his old element...the ease of killing yet another hunter, and the terror he was able to inflict on Gresham...
Many memories filled the wolf's mind, of unspeakable violence, despicable betrayals, and...*it*. The first failure which led to...everything. All the crime, all the desperation...and the addiction. By the time the \_Marco\_had reached the jump point, Karus could not even see the lever for the hopper device through his tears.
He did not need to see the lever, however, as the position was bound to muscle-memory. Engaging it, he quickly set the *Marco*'s autopilot to follow to the beginning of the nav points, before he lost it entirely in the cockpit. The wolf quickly fled to his quarters, beginning to inadvertently whine and sob. First task was to engage the locks on his door. From there, the next part of the routine was to arrange the drugs how they would be used.
Most of the Necrosia and Zephract was stored within a pair of dirty trousers, then tucked up into a hard to reach portion of his closet storage space. On himself, he kept just two doses of each. The Necrosia for sleep tonight, and the Zephract to awaken once needed. He took the visor off, tossing it on his desk space for an alarm when the ship exited subspace, and held the hypo up to his neck.
Looking at himself in the cracked mirror, he wanted to destroy the image...he probably had done that before, in a narcoticly-induced fit. The hatred for his own likeness drove him to finally pull the trigger on the Necrosia, and...his thoughts began to fade. Neural activity was affected quickly, dulling the senses to everything. Karus chuckled dumbly for a moment, and then laughed at the rage he had been feeling before. *There...there...isn't it all better now?*
The mind-altered wolf nodded in agreement with his inner thoughts, and fell clumsily to the floor as his motor skills lost all capability. He lazily began drooling on himself as the narcotic shielded him from all concern for the past, or present. *Working for Terrans can't be so bad...Heck, you've done that before, haven't you?*
Karus laughed himself to sleep at his mind's cruel manner of a joke. |
Fast and Curious by Kyell | "I hate being left to guard the base there ain't nothin' to do here!" Tech E. Coyote connected the nanowires to the Deconstructor and looked up from his microscope. "Why don't you complete some exercises in the training room?" "Not supposed to go when I'm on guard and anyway I beat all the programs | [
"Coyote",
"Fanfiction",
"Loonatics",
"M/M",
"Road Runner"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10038-fast-and-curious | "I hate being left to guard the base there ain't nothin' to do here!"
Tech E. Coyote connected the nanowires to the Deconstructor and looked up from his microscope. "Why don't you complete some exercises in the training room?"
"Not supposed to go when I'm on guard and anyway I beat all the programs twice already today." When Rev Runner "paced" back and forth, he dashed from one side of the room to the other, and Tech had difficulty following him unless he wore his Freeze-Frame Specs, which he hated doing because the strobe effect made him nauseous.
"Where's everyone else?"
"Duck and Slam are out on patrol and Ace and Lexi locked themselves down in the basement they *said* to practice their fighting but heh heh heh anyway *you* know what I mean."
Tech grinned. "Their secrecy is rather endearing."
"They are both rabbits and would anyone really be surprised I mean come on after all that's what rabbits *do*."
"No kidding." Tech rubbed his eyes. "Rev, could you just stand still for a minute?"
The bird screeched to a halt, his beak split in a grin. "Sorry Tech."
"I swear, you do that just to annoy me."
Rev arched an eyebrow, and grinned. "Roadrunners do love to annoy coyotes you should know that brainy boy."
"I'm quite familiar with the biological instincts that drove our ancestors," Tech said, grinning back. "Of course, here in the twenty-eighth century, we're expected to be better than our instincts, aren't we?"
"Speak for yourself I don't know about you but I don't get much chance to indulge my instincts." He paused deliberately and then said, "Least until Zodavia hires a female roadrunner."
"You might have to wait for another meteor to hit for that to happen," Tech said. He stretched his long limbs back in the chair, and after a moment, Rev selected a nearby chair and sat down as well he draped one feathery arm over the chair and looked at Tech.
"You have a girlfriend before this whole meteor thing happened?"
The coyote shrugged and looked away. "Not really. Science was my girlfriend."
"I dated Science in high school and she was kinda fun but lousy in bed you know?" Rev grinned. "Y'ever dated a girl I mean one that didn't go crazy and try to kill us all later on?"
"I didn't date *her*, she was just a student of mine," Tech said, folding his arms. "And why are you so interested?"
"Hey just tryin' to be a pal when I'm out on patrol with Ace he can't shut up about all the bunnies he's bagged and Duck is the same way though I'm pretty sure *he's* making most of 'em up and I can never understand what the hell Slam is saying but I know I never heard you talk about a girlfriend so just thought I'd ask and you can ask me if you want."
"I don't want," said Tech, which was only true because he'd run background checks on all the Loonatics and knew that Rev had in fact had three girlfriends. He was about to go on, but Rev was giving him the oddest look, sort of an arched eyebrow with a hint of a grin that was, he realized, an invitation. "But hey, if it'll make you happy. You have any girlfriends?"
"Couple girlfriends here and there sure," Rev said. "Couple boyfriends too."
Tech froze in his chair. That couldn't be true. He'd checked several times, once out of burning curiosity and later out of wistful hope, and none of the male Loonatics had any same-sex partners in his history. Of course, he thought in understanding, as his ears came down from their initial perk of surprise, Rev had somehow found out about his own preferences and was teasing him. Well, fine, he could play along with that. "Really?" he said, looking back and smiling at the roadrunner.
"Sure it's no big deal but we kept it kinda quiet on accounta I was seeing Lodi at the time and I didn't really want her to know I was fooling around but it never came to that cause she dumped me." He grinned wider. "Girls huh who needs 'em right buddy?"
"'Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em,' I believe the saying goes," Tech agreed.
"I dunno about that I could live without 'em if I found the right guy know what I mean?" Rev leaned back in his chair and gave Tech a sideways look.
"Oh, uh, I..." Tech felt his fur prickle and flush, and three loose screws jumped from the table to stick to his paw.
Rev looked at the paw curiously. "You fixin' to fix somethin' there?"
"No, I, uh, I don't know why I did that." He willed his magnetism off, and the screws dropped to the floor.
"Shouldn't leave 'em around I might trip and fall on 'em," Rev said, looking amused.
"Sorry," Tech mumbled, and picked them up again, turning to deposit them on the table.
"You're kinda cute when you get flustered I never saw it before but you are."
"I am not flustered!" he said, feeling the heat in the back of his neck as he turned to face Rev. The screws jumped from the table to his paw again. He shook his paw in annoyance as the roadrunner watched with definite amusement.
"Little trouble with the magnetism there?"
"No. I mean, yes, but don't worry about it, I've got it under control." He dropped the screws onto the table, took a breath, and scooted the chair away from the table, which brought him closer to Rev. "So anyway, you were going to go guard something?"
The roadrunner leaned forward and chuckled. "Don't tell me you didn't know cause I sure can tell about you what's the matter gay-dar in the shop or something?"
"No, it's in the third drawer from the left over there." Tech gestured at the workbench. "But I mean, what makes you think that I'm, y'know..."
"Cause I see the way you look at Ace and yeah he's pretty hot but he's straight as an arrow more's the pity and I see you look at me sometimes but I guess you never saw me lookin' back at you huh?"
"Looking at me?" Tech said faintly.
"Sure you're pretty well built we all keep in good shape right so what's not to look at plus you're cuter than Duck or Slam by a long shot."
"I'm cute?"
"Jeez Tech don't make me say it twice okay a guy's got some pride ya know." Despite his words, Rev looked more amused than anything else, leaning one arm back on his chair and grinning widely.
Tech stared at him, and felt a familiar prickling of attraction. Sure, the fast-talking bird was annoying, sometimes, but he was also the least pretentious of the group, and though he didn't have Ace's muscular build, he was pretty sleek and definitely sexier than anyone but the head bunny. And sure, Tech had had those thoughts, but he'd been celibate since getting his powers (okay, since well before getting his powers), and it was pretty unusual for him not to get those thoughts about any nicely built guy he was hanging around.
And of course, once he admitted to those feelings of attraction, all his talking skills went right out the window. "So, uh, what, I mean, are you, like, uh...what are you saying?"
Rev flicked his wing, making the feathers ripple down it to his hand as it spread open. "Not saying anything just that if you wanted a little help relaxing sometime you could just ask not for like some kind of long relationship or nothin' but just friends helpin' friends know what I mean?"
"Friends helping friends." Tech giggled and covered his muzzle to stop himself. He looked at Rev, who was grinning, but earnest, and dang if he wasn't feeling more than a little interested. "You serious?"
The roadrunner flicked his eyes up to the ceiling. "I figure you got a way to turn the cameras off or at least make 'em look somewhere else for a bit don'tcha?"
Tech followed his gaze up. "Oh yeah," he said. "That's easy. And I can lock the doors too." He looked back down and saw Rev grinning wider, head tilted slightly to one side. When the roadrunner didn't say anything, Tech said, "What?"
"Well what are you waiting for?"
The coyote laughed, a short, sharp chuckle, and got up, amazed at how his heart was pounding. I feel like a teenager again, he thought, and part of his mind spun off to wonder if that effect could be induced synthetically, and if it would really make people feel young again, and then whether feeling young was just about being uncertain and insecure, and deciding probably not, but in combination with a Revitalizer, it could produce a definitely interesting effect. And while his mind was occupying itself happily with that problem, his shaky body was tapping in a few lines of code to divert the security cameras away from a certain region of the control room where there happened to be a comfortable couch. With the flick of a couple switches, he locked the doors, and for good measure, he activated another little device that the rest of the team didn't know about, a time delay on Zodavia's calls that she'd given him after he'd complained about his concentration being interrupted.
When he turned, Rev was tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair; at least, he assumed that's what the blur of his hand was. Tech walked over to the couch and sat in the middle of it. He looked up at the ceiling and then over at Rev. "So, uh," he said, "this is..."
A red blur streaked through the room and then Rev was standing over him as he said the last word, "safe."
"Safe huh?" Rev grinned and hooked his fingers under the bottom of his lycra shirt and peeled it off in one smooth motion, dropping it to the floor next to the couch. He smoothed the feathers down on his chest and plopped himself down in one corner of the couch, leaving about a foot of space between him and the coyote. "Come on over then," he said, patting the couch beside him.
Tech looked over, and shifted on the couch as he felt his groin stirring. Rev was really into it, and he was really going to get...what? He didn't know what friends did, as opposed to what boyfriends or girlfriends did. Should he move over right away? He didn't want to appear too eager, but then again, Rev had told him to. He scooted over a few inches closer, and Rev reached over to grab his arm. "Hey," he said, but allowed himself to be dragged up against the roadrunner.
Rev's body was warm, the feathers soft where their arms touched. "C'mon relax," he said, his hands flickering down Tech's side. "You wanna enjoy this right?"
"That is the point of...heehee!" He squirmed, giggling despite his tension at the flicker of fingers on his stomach. "Hey!"
The roadrunner chuckled behind him, slowing his fingers down and rubbing more firmly. "Sorry didn't know you were ticklish that better?"
"Yeah, that's nice." He closed his eyes at the soft, delicate touch gliding over his lycra uniform.Then the fingers were wriggling inside the uniform and pushing through the fur underneath. "Uh...Rev?"
"What am I going too fast?" Rev laughed. "We're not on a date here right we both know what we want."
"Yeah, I guess." And the fingers did feel good, very good. It had been a long time. Tech lay back and tried not to worry about whether his stomach was as trim as Rev's; it wasn't, of course, because he didn't run around all the time. The rate at which Rev burned off calories was phenomenal, though of course the super-powered part of his speed didn't burn off calories in the usual way. Tech had done tests of the bio-electrical part of the super powers of each of them, and...and...
"Rev?"
The fingers that had slid down past his waistband paused, and then kept going, down the side of his hip. "Yeah?"
He squirmed a little, just a bit, and then he felt the warmth of the fingers around his sac, and pressing against the base of his sheath. "That feels good," he whimpered.
"S'posed to," Rev said, and his fingers explored a little further up, feeling the hard warmth above the soft furred sac. "You really are ready for this aren't ya?"
Tech moaned, pressing back into the roadrunner's slight frame. "Yeah," he whispered.
"Me too," Rev said, and curled his other arm around the coyote, sliding the hand under his shirt while his first hand explored the coyote's whole hard length. Tech hooked one arm over the back of the couch to brace himself, because he was afraid he was going shudder himself off the couch if he didn't. His mind skittered around in different directions, remembering the last person to touch his sheath (Billy Greenbolt, three years ago, just before they broke up), taking in Rev's distinctive scent (arid and sharp, with an undertone of ozone), and wondering why none of the gadgets he'd ever made could make him feel these intense shivers, like electric shocks running through him. He arched his head back again and moaned, and felt the warm, hard surface of Rev's beak slide against his muzzle and up to his ear.
"Gonna try something here tell me if you like it," Rev said, and suddenly his stroking hand was moving, vibrating, and Tech felt a surge of arousal through him, his back and tail arching in pleasure.
"Oh my..." His moan ended in a squeak as his body twisted back against the roadrunner's, all his thoughts flying off and leaving him nothing but a physical body gasping in delight at the vibrations moved up his shaft to the tip and stayed there.
"Guess you like it that always gets me off pretty quick too nice side effect of the meteor, ya know." The roadrunner chuckled and slid his vibrating paw back down to the base of the coyote's shaft, cupping his tightening sac until Tech whimpered, and then moving back to the tip again.
"Yeah...there..." Tech moaned, his paw clutching at the couch. He bucked against the sensations, felt them overwhelm him, and then let out a moan and a high yelp, arching his back as his body sang with long-awaited release. He felt the convulsions through his groin, dimly felt Rev's slender arms around him and noticed that the vibrating hand was just holding him now, wrapped around his spasming erection.
Only as he relaxed, panting, against the bird did he feel the stickiness and smell his seed. All over his uniform, too. Good thing he'd got that cleaning device somewhere. "Oh...my...goodness," he panted.
"That looked pretty good yeah." Rev grinned and gave his sensitive member a squeeze. He yelped, and a pair of screws flew through the air, hitting him in the legs and sticking there. The roadrunner chuckled. "Didn't realize magnetism could be such a problem I guess you must not keep any loose metal in your bedroom huh?"
"Not usually." He'd noticed the phenomenon before, of course, but it had all happened so fast with Rev, and he'd forgotten about it. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and wiped himself off, turning to grin at Rev. "Wow. Thanks. Give me just a moment to get cleaned up here and it'll be your turn."
"Take your time I'm enjoyin' the show."
Tech felt his ears flick around, but he was flattered that Rev liked looking at him. He took a little more time than was strictly necessary to finish wiping up, and then pulled his pants up and turned around, crouching on all fours on the couch.
Rev grinned back at him, lying back and crossing his hands behind his head. Tech reached out with one paw to smooth down the feathers on the roadrunner's chest, liking the soft feel of them and the hard lines they covered. Without the black lycra, the bird's feathers were a softer blue and white, all the way down his tight, thin stomach. Tech explored those lines next, and then, unable to stop himself, let his paw roam down the uniform to cup between Rev's legs. He wasn't surprised to find a nice hard length there, not as big as his (he noted with some satisfaction), but still nicely sized.
Rev leaned back as he touched it and sighed, "Ah yeah you found it Tech nice going."
"You're not really making any attempt to conceal it."
"Wanted to make it easy for you well actually wanted to make it hard for you but easy to find."
"I get the distinction." Tech chuckled, still feeling flush from his climax, and not just a little aroused at the hard shape under his fingers. It was intoxicating getting to touch another male, that sense of intimacy, the trust between them, even though it was just "friends helping friends." He took full advantage of it with his fingers, drawing them up and back down, until he felt the roadrunner's shivers of pleasure, and then he couldn't stop himself from pulling down the waistband of the lycra pants. Rev lifted his hips obligingly and shook his red tail free.
Tech ran one paw along the long red feathers and grinned as Rev leaned his head back down, cracking one eye open to look at him. "I've always wanted to do that," the coyote said.
"Anytime you want," Rev said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes again. When Tech slid his paw along the bird's now-exposed erection, Rev let out a long sigh. "That too hey Tech I should tell ya that since the meteor I tend to come pretty quick just so you know."
"Thanks for the warning," Tech said, but he would have guessed anyway from the ripples shooting through Rev's slender form, making even his topknot and tail feathers quiver. He slid his fingers up and down, enjoying the effect it had on the quicksilver bird, and then, because he didn't have any way to gauge how much time he had left before Rev finished, he dropped down to his stomach on the couch and stuck his nose between the roadrunner's legs. Holding the stiff member's base, he stuck his muzzle forward and licked it.
Rev looked down at him with a smile. "Hey you don't have to do that you know paws are good too and you were going great there."
"I know," Tech said. "But I wanted to do something nice, and I haven't had a cute guy's equipment in my mouth in a while. Besides," he grinned, "coyotes love to eat roadrunners."
"Ha ha," Rev laughed and leaned back, bringing one hand down to rest on Tech's shoulder. He let it rest there as the coyote lowered his muzzle again, curling his tongue under the bird's member and guiding it between his warm lips. When he had it resting there, he curled his tongue around it and started licking, moving his muzzle up and down at the same time over the smooth surface.
The roadrunner's fingers clenched around his shoulder and he felt shivers in them, as well as in the quivering member he held between his lips, sucking on it as his tongue rubbed and licked. Rev thrust his hips up and back against Tech's muzzle, humping it faster and faster until he was practically vibrating again, and the coyote's tongue couldn't keep up; the best he could do once the roadrunner had gotten that excited was to hold his muzzle still and keep his teeth well away. And of course, Rev kept up a low line of patter all the while. "Holy smokes that feels great Tech you got some nice tongue there I'm not gonna hold on much longer with that just unh keep it up yeah ohhh and you sure know what you're doin' course I knew that you always kno-o-o-w what you're do-do-doing ohhh yeah coming now comingcomingcoming!"
He was vibrating all over, his erection oscillating in and out with the speed of a machine, so fast it almost hurt Tech's tongue. His hips arched up, pushing the coyote's muzzle back, and his tail made a buzzing noise against the sofa. Fingers dug into Tech's shoulder as the roadrunner squawked incoherent moans and sent hot spurts against the coyote's tongue.
As quickly as he'd come, it was over. Rev sank back into the couch, leaving Tech's muzzle dripping. The coyote licked his lips and swallowed, savoring the same tangy flavor he'd smelled on the bird's feathers. He stayed on all fours on the couch, grinning as Rev's head came up and the roadrunner returned his smile with a goofy expression, tongue sticking out of one side of his beak. He let go of Tech's shoulder and pulled his pants up slowly, shaking his topknot into place.
"Definitely...worth...it." He leaned his head back again, breathing hard, and then shook himself. With one hand, he smoothed his chest feathers into place, and with the other, he ruffled Tech's head between his ears. "You enjoy it too?"
"Yeah." Tech smiled, and sat back. "It was a very pleasant diversion."
Rev was already reaching for his shirt. He slid it on and winked. "Next time we're on guard together, then."
"Definitely," Tech said, and before he could think of anything else to say, Rev had fastened his uniform and sped from the room.
"Say, I, ah, burned out this weapon during practice." Ace and Lexi had come up from the basement, no doubt thinking that he wouldn't notice that Ace had put on his uniform crooked, or that Lexi carried a faint smell of sex about her. "Can you fix it?"
"Sure." Tech floated the weapon to his workbench.
"T'anks." Ace strolled off, while Lexi came up behind Tech to look at what he was working on.
"You spend all day working," Lexi said. "You should take a break sometime."
"Matter of fact," Tech said, "I took a break just a little while ago."
"Really? What did you do?"
He grinned at her. "I went for a little run."
"A run? Where?"
"Just around the room."
Lexi gave him one of those "I will never understand you" looks, and walked away. Tech smiled a smile to himself, and bent back to his nanowires. |
Space Invaders III: A New Beginning by AveatsOtter | #3 of Space Invaders - Alexei stared out the window as the stars whizzed by. He was deep in thought. In an instant, Alexei had been torn from his world, leaving everything behind. Everyone he had ever cared about was now gone. Alexei sighed. He knew it was for the best. "How are you doing, | [
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"Lion",
"M/M",
"Rape",
"Tentacles",
"Violence",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9763-space-invaders-iii-a-new-beginning | Alexei stared out the window as the stars whizzed by. He was deep in thought. In an instant, Alexei had been torn from his world, leaving everything behind. Everyone he had ever cared about was now gone. Alexei sighed. He knew it was for the best.
"How are you doing, Earthling?" the alien asked, putting a large hand on Alexei's shoulder.
Alexei turned his head and glared. It was the alien commander, Gorok. "Don't touch me," Alexei said, pulling back his shoulder.
"You're going to be with us Lumarians for a couple more days, Earthling. You might as well make yourself at home."
"This is not my home. If it were up to me, I'd tear this ship apart."
Gorok laughed, "But then you'd die, too. Then you'd never get to see your friend - Kaelin, was it? - ever again."
Alexei turned and punched the commander in the gut. "Don't you ever mention his name again, or I swear I will destroy you."
Gorok growled and stood above the lion. "Where you're going, lion, you'll wish you had destroyed this ship and yourself with it..." The commander walked away.
Alexei stared back out into the emptiness of space. "Will I ever see you again, Kaelin?" Alexei sighed and walked away.
Alexei entered the soldiers mess hall and took a seat at the end of a long table.
The alien next to him nudged him hard with his elbow and said, "You're gonna make us rich, boy. Glad you finally came to your senses and surrendered."
Alexei looked up to him, "If it were up to me- "
"You'd tear this ship apart, I know. I've heard it a hundred times. We'll rid of you soon enough, lion, don't you worry."
Alexei grunted and ate the slop that had been thrown in front of him; it was strangely appetizing this time. He had been traveling with the aliens for almost two weeks now, and in a couple short days he would reach his final destination: the Galactic Battle Arena. Alexei didn't know what they planned on doing with him once he was sold, but he knew he didn't want to stick around long enough to find out. Whatever it was, he would escape. He would get away and continue running, just like he had done for the last ten years of his life. The only thing that could save him now was death's warm embrace.
Suddenly, Alexei felt warm and his head began to throb. He dropped his dirty spoon into his food and he felt weak. He grabbed onto the edge of the table and propped up his head with his free paw. He looked up and all the soldiers were watching him, laughing. Staring. Alexei felt dizzy and suddenly everything went black, his head falling to the table. All he could hear was the loud laughter of the alien soldiers all around him. Then nothing.
\* \* \*
Alexei woke up and shook the dirt out of his fur. "Where the hell am I?" he said aloud.
Alexei's head was pounding and his spine felt like it had been twisted around like a wet towel. He stood up and rubbed his head. He staggered forward, one paw on his back and the other on his head. Alexei groaned loudly.
Alexei roamed the dark, desolate planet for hours, with neither food nor water. He did not know where he was going or who inhabited the dusty planet, nor even how he came to be there. His head was pounding and he didn't know why. Alexei suddenly collapsed to his knees and he grabbed two fistfuls of the red earth, letting it fall through his fingers. He sighed deeply and got back to his feet.
Alexei concentrated hard, hoping to sense some form of intelligent life. There was nothing. The dry hot air blew sand into his eyes. He covered his face and tried to concentrate, which only intensified his headache. Alexei growled and collapsed, breathing heavily. He felt very sleepy, but he knew he couldn't. Alexei forced himself up again and continued on.
Alexei had a hard time traversing the sandy terrain; he sunk into the sand half way up to his knees, and his calves burned. But he couldn't stop. "I can't... stop... not until I'm safe," Alexei said to himself. "Puh! You're never safe... who are you trying to kid, you stupid lion? You'll just keep walking and walking... until you die... Until you die? I like the sound of that..." Alexei continued to ramble to himself as he pulled his half-dead body through the massive desert.
Alexei finally decided to rest against a large, red stone pillar. "I can rest for a moment... I've got nothing else better to do..." Alexei sighed and looked up into the dark-red sky. He started to rub his left wrist with his claws out. He began rubbing harder until he broke the skin. Alexei gasped slightly and held up his bleeding wrist. He growled and scratched it more until a steady flow of blood poured out. He sat back and sighed, letting the blood run down his leg.
Alexei groaned and put his lips to his wound, sucking the blood. He got up and continued to wander. He meandered along until he heard a noise. He stopped and lifted his head high, listening carefully. It sounded like some kind of helicopter, except it gave off a horrible screeching noise, a lot like a jet engine. The sound grew louder.
Alexei jumped to his feet and looked around desperately. He couldn't see a thing. He ran forward as fast he could, but still he could see nothing.
The sound continued to grow.
Alexei covered his ears and fell to his knees, screaming. "Leave me alone!" he shouted. "Leave me alone!" The sand rose in the air as Alexei shouted.
Suddenly, the noise stopped. Alexei lifted his head and uncovered his ears. The loose sand quickly blew away as Alexei rose to his feet. He could feel it now. Alexei turned around and walked toward the rocks. There was life behind the rocks... an alien... but not a Lumarian. Then, another alien, this one different. Then another, and another.
Alexei stopped and focused. He knew what was going on now. He knew where he was. He was dumped on the so-called War Planet, owned by the Galactic Battle Arena. The toughest beasts from around the galaxy were here to battle Alexei. The one who felled him would be Alexei's sole owner. Dozens, possibly hundreds, of species sent their toughest warriors to bring honour and power to their people, and the battle was just getting started.
Alexei staggered backward. He was nearly out of energy already, and he had no intention of being someone's pet. Alexei turned and ran. From afar, behind the rocks, he could hear the alien's war cry. The battle had begun.
Alexei tore through the deep sand, ignoring the pain in his legs. He stopped for a moment and looked behind him. Nobody was there. Alexei closed his eyes and focused. The sand beneath him rose and Alexei continued to concentrate. Alexei then lifted himself off the ground. If he was going to escape, his feet wouldn't carry him far enough. He rose high above the rocks. Alexei could see the alien ship not too far off. It was a large vessel, and aliens continued to pour out. Everyone was spreading outward, searching for the lion, each one appearing tougher than the next.
Alexei heard a cry, then suddenly weapon-fire. He held out his paw and easily deflected the attacks. Without hesitation, Alexei took off through the air, away from the masses below. He continued up into the dark clouds, the vapour spiraling behind him. The clouds were thick and cold, and Alexei couldn't see a thing, but neither could his enemies. He flew swiftly through the thick cumulus, not knowing how fast he was flying.
Alexei finally made his descent and skimmed the warm desert sand, the fragments flying up behind him. Alexei cruised above the desert, now resting on a large rock. "There are only two ways off this planet, Alexei..." he said to himself. He protracted his claws and rubbed his left wrist, which had just started to heal from his previous laceration. "Is this truly the cowards way out? Would a greater fur not do the same?" Alexei sighed and covered his face. "Just pick one, lion," he continued, "they're all the same. You've killed enough furs and aliens to know how to fake it your own defeat... it's either that or death... Besides, you might even find one who can replace that boring old Kaelin... No! Nobody can replace him..." Alexei stroked the shiny red pendant hanging around his neck. He started to cry.
Alexei was suddenly interrupted by a violent explosion behind him. Alexei jumped to his feet and wiped his tears. Somehow the aliens had found him, and they were closing in fast.
Alexei stood his ground and prepared himself. He was not going down without a fight.
The first alien to reach him was a large, dragon-like creature, heavily armoured and very well built. The dragon slammed into Alexei, sending the small lion into a large rock behind him.
Alexei quickly recovered and jumped into the air, narrowly avoiding an attack. He spun around and grabbed the dragon's tail and gripped hard, digging his claws through the armour and piercing the dragon's skin.
The dragon snarled and whipped his tail.
Alexei flew back, recovering to his feet. He lunged forward just as the dragon had turned. Alexei shoved his fist into the dragon's gut, denting the armour.
The dragon scoffed and grabbed Alexei by his arms and pulled.
Alexei screamed as his arms were nearly torn off his body. He suddenly felt incredible pain in his spine; an attack from a second alien.
The dragon pulled Alexei to the side and stomped his large foot. "He's mine, coward! Leave this fight to the fighters!"
Wasting no time, Alexei slammed his foot into the dragon's lightly-armoured ribs.
The dragon howled and dropped Alexei, tending to his wound.
The second alien, a small corpulent beast, lunged toward Alexei.
Alexei raised his paw and a wall of sand pushed the little beast away. He then jumped up and deeply scratched the staggering dragon's face, clinging on.
The dragon flailed about, trying to shake the lion.
Alexei dug his thumbs into the dragon's eyes, yelling. He pushed his thumbs into the sockets as far as they could go. The dragon screamed horrifically and keeled over. Alexei removed his thumbs and leapt backward, avoiding a third alien. Alexei landed gracefully and looked up. He was now surrounded by dozens of different aliens.
The small beast attacked from behind.
Alexei spun around and blocked the beast's surprisingly large axe with his forearm, receiving a small wound. He pushed the axe away and punted the beast hard. He could feel the ribs shattering as his foot tore through the small beast's chest. Blood flew everywhere, and there was slight hesitation in the surrounding aliens.
Alexei spun back around and showed nothing but malevolence and hatred in his face. Alexei dashed forward, past the felled dragon, and thrust his fist into another large alien. His paw ripped through the beast like he was jelly.
The alien cried out frighteningly as the entire right side of his torso was torn up.
Alexei jumped up and kicked to his right, pounding another alien into the rock. He kicked again to left, then from below, he stomped an alien's skull in. Alexei landed softly in the sand and spun around. He blocked an attack with is right forearm, then another to his left. Alexei stepped back and lowered his head, a large sword swinging above him. He twirled and blocked a large alien's kick.
Alexei skidded back a few metres then jumped up, three aliens colliding below him. He growled then crushed the three below using a powerful mental force, much like a hammer striking a nail. Now standing on bloody mush, Alexei let out a horrific war cry. He bolted forward and rammed his knee into a large beast's lower gut, causing the beast to spit up blood and fall to its knees.
Alexei spun and nearly cut a monster in half with his outreached paw. The blood sprayed all over Alexei and several aliens. As soon as the alien was felled, Alexei gave a hard back-kick to the beast behind him, shattering its ribs and puncturing its vital organs.
Alexei dashed forward again and as an alien swung his massive arms, Alexei leapt up and pounded on his enemy's head with his foot. He then pounced to the left and rolled under another alien's legs. He stood up and grabbed onto its tail, pulling it over his shoulder. As the monster slammed into the sand, Alexei quickly crushed its trachea with his fist. Alexei twisted his body and blocked a large sword with his left forearm. Alexei pushed the weapon away as he stood up, then kneed the alien in the gut.
The alien dropped its sword and held its stomach.
Alexei grabbed the massive blade, which looked more like a giant slab of steel, and swung it above his head. Just as the alien looked up, Alexei splattered its head with the weapon. He swung it around and splattered several more aliens behind him with the momentum he had built up. He continued to spin the enormous blade around, slicing open anyone who dared attack.
Blood and gore flew everywhere as the weapon sliced Alexei's enemies in half. Alexei was swinging in an almost blinding rage; he didn't even look his enemies in the eye now. He just continued to cleave his way through every monster that approached him. Alexei's arms burned wildly, and he could barely grip the now dull blade. But he would not give up. He would not stop until every monster on that planet was ripped apart.
Finally, Alexei lost his grip on the slippery, blood-soaked sword. As the blade flew out of his paws, Alexei spun from the momentum and fell to his knees. In a second, he was slammed into the sand from behind. He felt an arm... now two... now three... Alexei was suddenly lifted into the air by many arms. He struggled desperately to free himself. Alexei managed to uncover his eyes; he was being held by a large, horrible monster with dozens of slimy, oozing tentacles.
The hideous creature held Alexei up high with at least ten tentacles, each one squeezing and caressing his body.
Alexei continued to struggle.
The creature was a large, olive-green, corpulent beast with dozens of tentacles protruding from its thick body. It stared at Alexei with small, beady red eyes. It pulled him in closer, and as it did, Alexei took hit after hit of random, unknown attacks.
Alexei, worn and beaten, gave up his struggle. As he looked around, he noticed the aliens had stopped their assault and simply stood and stared. All of a sudden, the red-eyed beast tore off Alexei's shirt.
The creature seemed to be drooling from one of its various orifices.
Very quickly, Alexei figured out what was going on. "Oh God..." Alexei began to thrash about once again. He could hear the others laughing; they seemed to enjoy this more than fighting.
The tentacles slithered all across Alexei's furry body, most of them already down his pants. As he struggled, Alexei was turned around and slammed onto his stomach.
The beast continued to caress Alexei's body with it's oozing wet tentacles. It slowly removed Alexei's pants. Alexei was now pinned down naked, held by his arms and wrists, his neck and torso, and his ankles and legs. The wet tentacles gently rubbed Alexei's soft balls and tailhole. Now another tentacle, different from the rest, rested on Alexei's rump. It was rock hard, and very closely resembled a phallus.
Alexei tried to move, but he couldn't. He shut his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth. Then suddenly, the beast, very hard and fast, shoved it's member up through Alexei's bowels. Alexei cried out in pain. Through his tear-filled eyes, he could see some aliens getting off. He looked away, disgusted.
Alexei could feel the beast's phallus inside him, and the pain was incredible. It just continued to work its way up through his bowels, and it seemed to be covered in long hard bumps, increasing the sensation. Alexei couldn't go one. He finally went limp as he allowed the beast desecrate his body. It was useless now; Alexei had resigned himself to the beast.
The alien continued up Alexei's bowels, giving off a bizarre moaning noise as it did..
Alexei groaning as the beast continued. His entire body burned, and the phallus seemed be to tearing his insides apart. It gradually inched its way up and Alexei could feel it all the way. It was unbearable.
The alien finally stopped, leaving its enormous cock within Alexei, shifting it around slightly. Then, using just it's one phallic tentacle, lifted the lion into the air.
Alexei screamed horrifically as he was being dangled above the ground by only his bowels. His tears fell to the sand, and Alexei felt himself starting to pass out over the intense pain.
Suddenly, the beast below squealed loudly.
Alexei could feel the tentacles loosening their grip and the phallus quickly and excruciatingly pulling itself out. Alexei fell to the sand, naked, bloody, and in incredible pain. His tailhole burned like it had never before, and he was certain it was bleeding profusely. Alexei shakily looked over his shoulder.
The green beast was lying backward with a smoking hole in its chest, twitching slightly, flaccid tentacles strewn about. It made gurgling sounds as is slowly died.
Alexei looked around to see who had saved him. Alexei gasped, frozen in his spot. It was Kaelin.
"Wha... what're you doing here? H-how is this possible?" Alexei cried.
"Enough of this fighting, Alexei." Kaelin held out his paws.
"I've missed you so much..." he wept, staggering toward the kangaroo. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"It's okay now. You don't have to keep fighting."
Alexei wrapped his arms around the kangaroo and cried into his soft, inviting shoulder. Alexei lifted his head, horrified at the sight. He pushed himself away, stumbling backward. "You... you're not Kaelin... what did you do with Kaelin?!"
A very large Lumarian stood above the lion, the red sky shimmering off his smooth skin. It said, in a deep voice, "I do not know any Kaelin, but it was I who saved you from that beast."
Alexei fell to his knees, holding his head. He shouted furiously out of frustration.
The Lumarian walked up to Alexei and lifted him off the ground. He looked into the worn lion's eyes.
All the other aliens stood and watched. There was still over a hundred left, but none dared interrupt the giant of a Lumarian.
"A warrior of your caliber does not deserve to be humiliated in such a fashion. You will fight me, lion, and the battle will be fierce." The Lumarian placed Alexei back down.
Alexei groaned. He looked into the Lumarian's eyes. "I... I don't want to fight... I've had enough fighting..."
The Lumarian laughed. "You have no choice, lion. Either fight me or die."
Alexei held up his arms. "Kill me... go ahead and try... I dare you..."
The Lumarian scoffed and charged Alexei, slamming his large fist precisely into Alexei's gut.
Alexei spat up a massive amount of blood as he flew back. He slammed into a large rock and toppled to his paws and knees. He tried desperately to catch a breath while rubbing his stomach. He looked up and watched as the Lumarian charged again.
The Lumarian kicked Alexei in the face, sending the lion back into the rock.
Alexei's head smacked hard on the rock, and he was certain his skull had split. He fell back down, now lying dead in the sand.
The Lumarian picked up the limp lion. "'Greatest warrior in the galaxy?'" the Lumarian spat. He threw Alexei over his shoulder and walked away.
All the surrounding aliens were screaming and throwing various objects at the Lumarian.
Alexei felt the objects pelt his body. He was in incredible pain and completely exhausted. This was it for Alexei; the Lumarian had won the fight and he now belonged to the alien. Once again, Alexei found himself possessed by the Lumarian race.
\* \* \*
Alexei walked out onto the large platform, in front of the hundreds of Lumarian dignitaries and military men. His paws were cuffed behind his back.
Alexei stood before the council of Lumar, awaiting his fate. He knew now why he was there. The council had spend a great deal of money to send their behemoth to the War Planet, and it was only lucky for them Alexei was in no fighting condition. The council would now decide how they should use their prize.
Alexei stopped in the centre of the platform. He looked up at the Lumarian elders floating above him.
"Welcome, Alexei. I trust you know why you're here?" spoke the Head Elder.
Alexei glared at the old Lumarian.
The Head Elder laughed, "Very good. I pray this will not take too long. Everyone is dying to have you."
"Do what you will with me. As far as I'm concerned, my life ended when you raped me of my home."
"Well, you have a new home now, lion. And for your sake, I sincerely hope you will adjust."
Alexei scoffed malignantly.
The Head Elder shook his head and raised the Elder's platform up into its place. "Welcome, all!" he began. "I thank you all for coming, for this is an important day in Lumarian history. We have now come into possession of the galaxy's greatest warrior!"
Alexei was sickened by the whole ordeal. He felt cheap and dirty.
"I will now open up to suggestions for the Warrior's use..."
"We, of Lumar 4, are in dire need of soldiers," some far-off general shouted.
"So is everyone else! Why should Lumar 4 get-"
"We need him more than you, you s-"
"You have more than enough!"
"How dare you accuse us-"
The senseless bickering continued for what seemed like hours. Finally, one general shouted abruptly, "I suggest we enlist the Warrior as one of our Elites. Our numbers have dwindled since the assault by the Commune."
Alexei's ears perked.
The Head Elder glanced down at Alexei. He looked back the general. "And just how dwindled are your Elites, General?"
"We have with us five of our finest warriors, plus the new recruit whom you sent to capture the Warrior."
The Head Elder scratched his chin, and the dozens of arguments continued shortly after.
Alexei looked up to the Elder, and the Elder looked back. The two shared a brief glance, but it was enough. The Head Elder turned to his left and his right, quietly discussing his thoughts with the four other Elders.
Finally, the Head Elder rose out of his seat and slammed his gavel until the noise finally subdued. "We have come to a decision... I realize you all feel you need the Warrior's - Alexei's - power, but we feel it is in Lumar's best interest to place the Warrior in the able hands of General Garrik, head of our Elite Corps."
"This is insane!" someone burst out.
"We have already spoken. The decision is final!" The Head Elder slammed down his gavel one last time.
General Garrik, smiling, walked up behind Alexei. He place a hand on Alexei's shoulder, "Come with me, lion. I want to-"
"Don't touch me." Alexei said coldly.
The General pulled back his hand then removed Alexei's restraints."I want to show you to your new quarters. Your fellow warriors will want to meet you."
Alexei followed behind the General. The two climbed into a small shuttle and soon it was off.
"Just were are you taking me?" Alexei asked.
"To Sarbod. That's where our main headquarters is."
The ship now cleared Lumar's orbit. It coursed gracefully through space.
"But I thought Lumar-"
"We have expanded greatly in the past century. In fact, our people now inhabit nearly one half of this sector's planets."
Alexei grunted.
The two traveled the last distance in complete silence until a bright planet showed up on the radar. Garrik turned to Alexei, "Here we are... Our base is actually a space station orbiting Planet Sarbod. When we dock, I'll introduce you to the rest of your team."
"Wonderful..." Alexei said unenthusiastically.
The small ship finally docked and Alexei and General Garrik were greeted by six large Lumarians.
They stepped off the ship and Garrik started, "Greetings, team. Thank you for your warm welcome." Garrik placed his hand on Alexei's back. "This is the Warrior you've heard so much about, Alexei. He is one of us now."
The team just stared down at Alexei, unimpressed.
Alexei stared back with hollow eyes. They wanted him there as much as he did.
Garrik stepped forward. He placed a hand on the largest Lumarian's shoulder. "This is Behemoth, the one who defeated you on War Planet. He's our newest recruit, before you of course."
Alexei faked a smile. "Thank you, I had almost forgotten."
Garrik continued, "This is Kavhen, our youngest Elite. He is yet to be matched in his skills as a sharpshooter." Garrik moved on, "And here we have Eskelle, our only female Elite. She's our chief medical officer on the field."
"Howdy, short stuff. Pleasure to meet you," Eskelle said, holding out her hand.
Alexei pulled back. "If you so much as lay a finger on me, I will tear you apart."
"Charming," Eskelle laughed.
The General went on, "Here is our eldest Elite, Graunta. He has been with us for nearly fifty years-"
"An' I'm just in my prime, sonny, so don't think your threats will work on me."
Alexei scowled at the old Lumarian.
"This is my second-in-command, Raiche. He's strong, smart, and loyal; I couldn't ask for a finer soldier. And finally we have Jhorn. He's bit eccentric, but he's a excellent warrior. Tough and brave..." Garrik walked over to Alexei and addressed his team, "And this, Elites, is the warrior from Earth. He's small, I know, but he's powerful."
"Then why did he fall at War Planet?" Raiche asked. "He can't be that strong."
"Most people who are forced onto War Planet don't survive at all, Raiche, and trust me, it wasn't luck that kept Alexei alive. It was his will. His will to survive."
Alexei scoffed at the General's remark. Garrik wasn't even close. "Will had nothing to do with it."
They stared at the lion, expecting an explanation. Alexei kept his mouth shut.
"Well, anyway, this is your new home now, Alexei, so get comfortable. Training starts at 06:00 hours."
The group walked away and Alexei slowly followed behind. Kavhen waited up for him. "What did you mean by, 'will had nothing to do with it?'"
"None of your damn business. Just leave me alone."
Kavhen stared down with sympathetic eyes. "You don't have to be alone, you know. We're all here for each other. Here for you."
"I don't need anyone... Do you think I want to be here?"
"No, I suppose you don't. But you don't have a lot of choice, so you might as well make the best of it."
Alexei sighed.
Behemoth walked up to the two. "Hey, small fry," Behemoth said to Kavhen. "I'll take the Warrior from here. I've got to show him to his quarters."
"Alright." Kavhen turned to Alexei, "Remember what I said. You aren't alone."
Alexei walked away with Behemoth. They traveled down various halls until they reached a large door. It had bizarre writing on it, none of which Alexei could understand. The door slid open and Alexei entered, Behemoth following behind.
The room was cold, dark, and sterile. There was a small bed in the corner and few shelving units. It also had a small window on the farthest wall, looking down on the planet.
"This is your room, lion. Try to get some rest for tomorrow."
Alexei walked over to the window and stared at the white planet. He turned back to Behemoth, "What do you want?"
Behemoth turned and pressed a few buttons on the panel behind him. He looked back at Alexei, walking forward slowly. He held up his large hands and gestured for Alexei to come.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Behemoth reached the loin, placing his hand on Alexei.
Alexei smacked the hand away. "Don't you dare touch me again..."
Behemoth suddenly trust himself toward Alexei.
Alexei growled and pushed the giant Lumarian away. "I warned you." Alexei punched at Behemoth.
Behemoth easily blocked Alexei's punch, holding onto his fist. He smiled and threw Alexei into the side wall, leaving cracks behind.
Alexei climbed to his feet. He charged forward, nimbly dodging an attack. He swung behind the large beast and thrust his fist into Behemoth's spine.
Behemoth was hardly phased. He swung his massive fist around and smacked the small lion away. As Alexei recovered, he approached the lion. He picked him up and slammed him into the wall with ease, holding him up to his face.
"Why are you doing this?" Alexei whimpered.
"It has been a very long time for me, lion, and I like you."
"Ugh. You make me sick."
Behemoth laughed as he threw Alexei to the floor. He started removing his clothes.
Alexei shakily got up. There was something different about this alien. Every one he had encountered was never even close to being this strong. Alexei charged Behemoth once again.
Behemoth drove his hard knee into Alexei's gut, then slammed his clasped fists down on the lion's back. He picked Alexei up and rubbed his soft cheek with his hand. "Don't bother resisting."
"But... you told me... I did not deserve this kind of humiliation."
Behemoth laughed. "I said a warrior of such caliber... you are nothing. You're just a play-thing for the strong."
Alexei swiped his claws at Behemoth.
Behemoth dropped Alexei and held his small, stinging incisions. He growled and smacked Alexei hard. He then kicked the lion hard in the chest, sending him flying back into the window.
Alexei collapsed to the cold steel floor.
Behemoth walked up above Alexei. He bent down and slowly removed the lion's pants. He stroked Alexei's tail with one hand and massaged his tailhole with the other. Behemoth quickly mounted the much smaller lion, slowly feeling up Alexei's scar-covered body. He removed Alexei's shirt now.
Alexei breathed slowly. He struggled to free himself of Behemoth's grip, but it was useless. He squirmed about, knowing what was soon to come. Behemoth was only teasing him with his soft touches and fondling. Alexei shut his tear-filled eyes and wished it would end. He wished for Kaelin.
Behemoth was breathing loudly as he caressed Alexei's slim, furry body. He rubbed Alexei's scars as his hands passed over them. Behemoth became erect, and this pleased him greatly. He laughed as he stroked his enormous cock, sitting back on his knees.
Alexei turned back and got a quick glance of Behemoth's member. He was almost horrified.
Behemoth leaned over Alexei and slammed his fists down hard on his shoulders.
Alexei groaned.
Behemoth pulled on the base of Alexei's tail, lifting his rump into the air. He moved his cock just outside his tailhole and rubbed the edge teasingly. Behemoth's cock was long and thick at the base, and tapered near the tip. It didn't even look like it would come close to fitting in Alexei's hole.
Alexei knew what was coming. He knew what to expect. He knew he couldn't resist. As on War Planet, Alexei resigned himself to the beast.
Behemoth finally began his journey through Alexei's body. He entered about an inch until he heard Alexei whimper.
Alexei was shaking; his tailhole was still tender from the tentacle beast's attack.
"Is something wrong, lion?"
"Fuck you!" Alexei spat.
Behemoth growled and pushed himself in further, this time quickly.
Alexei cried out in pain. His claws scraped across the steel floor, breaking off the sharpened ends. Alexei started to cry.
Behemoth laughed and pushed himself entirely in, giving out a loud sigh as he did. He wrapped his hands around Alexei's waist and pulled his now blood-soaked cock out.
Alexei's body went limp as the giant phallus was removed from his bowels. His tailhole burned and he could feel his warm blood pouring out. Alexei tried to drag himself away.
Behemoth pounded his fist down on Alexei's back. "Don't even think about it, lion. I am not through with you yet. I have just begun." Behemoth pinned down Alexei's arms and adjusted himself. He continued his assault.
Alexei clenched his fists and held them to his face, crying into them. The pain was unbelievable, and it only worsened from there. Then Alexei noticed something frightening; he felt his own member expanding. He shut his eyes tightly and yelled, frustrated. He was disgusted with himself for even slightly enjoying it. He was being violated in the worst way possible, and he enjoyed it... Alexei continued weeping into his paws. He would never forgive himself.
Behemoth, however, was in complete bliss; he was in a state of ecstasy, of extreme pleasure. His thrusts became quicker and harder, and he grunted loudly at every time. And at the same time, Alexei cried out, the tears pouring down his face. Hearing the lion scream only intensified Behemoth's pleasure. Behemoth laughed and cried out pleasured growls as he worked Alexei's tailhole. He continued for a long while, an eternity to Alexei. Behemoth finally felt his climax quickly approaching, so he gripped the lion harder. He slowed his movements and let it come.
Alexei could feel the hot spooge explode inside him. He cringed at the sensation.
Behemoth removed himself completely, letting his warm seed spread down Alexei's leg. He stood up and laughed. "That was very satisfying, lion. I'll be sure to come back to you next time." The large alien stood up and kicked Alexei out of his way, laughing. He then put on his clothes and walked out the door.
Alexei, tired and beaten, crawled painfully to the corner of the room. He huddled in the corner, shivering terribly, his entire body aching. He cried into his arms, thinking only of Kaelin. He needed something, anything, to keep his mind focused. Alexei knew he wasn't going anywhere, and he knew it was just a matter of time before he snapped; before he unleashed a power neither him nor Behemoth could stop.
\* \* \*
Alexei walked into the training room exhausted and lifeless. He was only half dressed.
"You're late," Raiche said, standing behind Alexei. "You can't just come in here whenever you please... and where the hell's the rest of your clothes?!"
"Fuck you," Alexei replied.
Raiche raised his fist, "When General Garrik isn't here, I am in charge! You will not speak out of line again or I swear I will make you will regret it!"
Alexei stared into Raiche's eyes angrily.
Behemoth came up behind Raiche and pulled on his shoulder. "Leave the kid alone, Raiche. Can't you see he has been through a lot?"
"I don't care what he's been through. If he wants to be a part of the Lumarian Elite Corps, he had better learn some discipline."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Behemoth smiled. "I taught him a few things last night."
"Don't tell me," Raiche said, walking away. "I don't want to hear it."
Behemoth laughed. He looked down at the cowering lion. "I am surprised to see you up and walking this morning..." He laughed again and walked away.
Alexei stepped backward, shivering.
Kavhen walked up to Alexei with worried eyes, "What's wrong? What happened to you?"
"Fuck you... fuck all of you..."
Suddenly, the General rushed in. "We just got a transmission from the Complex in Sarbod's capitol. The Commune are attacking... Get Alexei suited up and let's move!"
Kavhen grabbed Alexei and pulled him to the armory. "I'm pretty sure they made a suit just for you... Here." Kavhen pulled out a long box from one of the large storage units and handed it to Alexei.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
"It's your armour. Just put it on!" Kavhen said as he stripped. He began climbing into his large, black suit of armour.
"I don't need armour..."
"Yes, you do." Kahven finished suiting up and he pulled out the bottom half of the suit. "Take off those pants..."
"Why the hell should I?"
"Because I said so."
Alexei glared at the Lumarian.
Kavhen rolled his eyes and tore off the pants.
"What the fuck do you think you're donig?" Alexei cried, stepping back.
"Just put the damn armour on! Everyone's already left."
"How do I-"
"Ugh. Let me show you..."
Finally, Alexei was suited up. "I don't like it. I can't move as well."
"Too bad! Let's go."
The two ran out of the training room and boarded a nearby shuttle.
Raiche looked at the two, "It's about time. This kid had better be worth it."
The shuttle door shut and soon it took off for Sarbod's surface.
"Alright, team, you've fought the Commune before, so you know what to expect," Garrik started. "Alexei, I hear you're a quick learner, so I'm sure you'll do fine. Remember to watch each others backs and as always, be safe. The Commune aren't pushovers."
Finally, the shuttle landed in the main square of the now ruined Complex. The team stepped off the shuttle, weapons in hand. They looked around the dusty ruins for signs of life.
"How did they do this much damage so quickly?" Jorhn thought aloud.
"It beats me, kid," Graunta replied, "but you can bet they ain't far. I've been in enough battles to know when to expect an ambush... Keep your eyes open."
Alexei walked around calmly, his weapon still on his back.
Raiche approached Alexei, "Get your gun out! What the hell do you think you're doing walking around like that? I knew this would be a mistake."
"Guns are for cowards."
Raiche scoffed. "What would you know?"
Alexei looked up at Raiche. "You wanna see what I can do without a gun?"
"Knock it off, you two! Act like a team, for God's sake." Garrik put his arms between the two and pushed them apart.
Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from a ruined building. They all looked over, pointing their weapons.
Then a bloody Lumarian stumbled out of the rubble.
Eskelle ran forward and grabbed the injured alien. She brought him over to a safe distance and slowly placed him down. "Tell me what happened," she asked, treating his wounds.
The Lumarian tried to speak, but got only mouthfuls of blood. Shortly after, he fell limp. Eskelle covered his face and got up to join the rest of her team.
"Alright, team, they've got to be around here somewhere. Spread out and search everywhe-"
The entire square suddenly began to shake. Through the clouds of dust and debris, the New Allegiance, the Commune's toughest regiment, slowly emerged, chanting their war cry.
"Holy shit..." Jorhn said, mouth agape.
The Lumarians moved in close to each other, weapons armed.
"This is it, men... All you can do now is give it your all... never give up, and never surrender..."
The Commune general held up his large, clawed hand. Moments later, he threw it forward and let out his war cry. The entire Commune army suddenly charged the Lumarian Elites.
Alexei backed off, frightened. "I... I can't do this..."
"What's the matter, kid? Don't tell me you're scared!" Graunta yelled.
"I can't..."
"Forget the coward!" Raiche commanded, firing his weapon madly.
Alexei was petrified of his enemy.
Very soon, the Commune army had approached the team, and they were forced into hand-to-hand combat.
Alexei stood and watched as his teammates fought fearlessly. He heard one of the Commune shout, "Take the general! Then they will fall!"
The noise and cries of the battle began to overwhelm Alexei. He fell to his knees, holding his head, shaking. He saw fire... all around him was fire. Burning. Alexei felt hot. His body burned. Alexei cried out.
"Hey, what should I do with this one?" a Commune soldier shouted.
Fighting off two enemies at once, Kavhen shouted over his shoulder, "Alexei! Watch out behind you!"
Alexei looked up, tears coursing down his face. Suddenly, he felt cold... there was a sharp, familiar pain in his right shoulder.
"No!" Kavhen cried, pushing a Commune off his blade.
Alexei rubbed his shoulder and felt something unusual. Something that wasn't supposed to be there. Alexei felt the cold twisted metal of a Commune blade. He looked to his right and rubbed the blade.
The Commune warrior stood above the lion, staring.
Alexei looked up to the warrior. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kavhen running toward him. Alexei, blood running down the Commune blade, shakily stood up.
Kavhen stopped and watched.
The Commune warrior was in awe.
Alexei turned to the warrior, hate and pain reflected in his eyes. He quickly and suddenly thrust his hard fist into the Commune's gut, driving the alien into the wall behind him. Alexei continued to drive his fist into the beast.
The warrior cried out a frighteningly loud scream.
Everyone stopped and looked over at Alexei.
Alexei cried out, still pushing his fist into the alien. Tears ran down his face as he screamed, and his fist started to crack the Commune's armour. Suddenly, his fist broke through and went straight into the alien's gut and into the wall. Alexei pulled out his bloody fist and stared malignantly as the crying alien fell painfully to the ground.
"My God..." Kavhen muttered.
Alexei turned to the armies, the blade still in his shoulder. His eyes seemed to almost glow now. Alexei grabbed the blade and tore it out of his shoulder, pieces of flesh still attached.
Moments later, the battle continued, several of the Commune warriors now heading toward Alexei.
Alexei easily blocked each attack, narrowly dodging every blow. He grabbed onto ones head and crushed it together, brain matter spreading all over. Alexei turned and thrust his knee into another alien's chest, shattering the ribs and internal organs. Just then, Alexei heard a cry. He looked up and saw General Garrik hanging off the end of a large Commune pike.
The Commune stopped and cheered as the General slowly slid down the pole, still barely alive.
The Lumarian's stopped and stared.
Alexei stepped forward, the rage building inside him.
Behemoth approached the lion, ignoring most of what was going on. "Look at what you've done, you coward!" Behemoth shoved Alexei hard.
Alexei bared his teeth and growled. "That is enough!!" he shouted. "I am going to end this now..." Alexei shoved Behemoth out of his way and, with a thought, dragged the Commune's large blade into his paws. As Alexei stepped forward, he rose into the air.
The ground then began to quake and the rubble rose. A strange force fell over the aliens below. The Commune suddenly began to rise, and they all started shouting out in confusion. They had no idea what was to come, hanging helplessly in the air.
High above the army, Alexei started to spin the blade. As he did, the soldiers began to spiral around. Very soon, the New Allegiance army was spinning out of control.
The Lumarian Elites stared up at the powerful cyclone in complete dismay.
The cyclone had reached incredible speeds. Alexei looked down at the Commune army, pure hatred flowing out of him. It was this hatred which fueled Alexei's rage, and it was that rage which fueled Alexei's cyclone. Nothing could stop him now.
Rocks and large pieces of jagged metal pelted and tore apart the aliens. Alexei, the blade in his paws, flew forward. And like lightning striking a metal rod, Alexei attacked swiftly and precisely.
The Lumarians watched in disbelief as Alexei effortlessly hacked and sliced each Commune soldier into pieces. Within moments, blood rained down upon the Lumarians.
Alexei, lightning-fast, jabbed the blade into a soldier's gut, then thrust it upward through its torso and through its skull. Alexei swung around a lopped of another's head, then behind him, he cut open another's stomach, its entrails spewing out. This one-sided battle continued for but a few minutes. Alexei stopped and landed back on the ground, completely surrounded by the bloody carcasses of the former Commune New Allegiance. He dropped the blade, but he was still seething.
The Lumarians approached Alexei, unnerved by the lion.
Alexei looked up with that same pain in his eyes. He growled and leapt forward, slamming his fist into Jorhn's gut, sending the Lumarian flying. He looked over at Kavhen. Suddenly, he stopped. He clenched his head and howled out in pain, falling to his knees. Once again he could see fire. A constant burning within him. He looked up into the flames and noticed a figure. Kaelin emerged from the flames, and to his left was another... Thomas.
They said, in unison, "You don't have to keep doing this, Alexei. You can stop the bloodshed..."
"No, I can't! You don't know what they've done to me... you don't know what I've been through."
The Lumarians watched Alexei, uncertain whether to approach him or not. Jorhn recovered shakily and watched the lion.
"You have no idea how hard this has been for me..." Alexei continued. "They've tortured me, beaten me, humiliated me... I don't know if I can go on..."
"You must, Alexei, until you have paid your vengeance. It is the only way to gain your freedom."
The figures slowly disappeared, along with the flames. Alexei held out his paw as he watched Kaelin slowly drift away... He was met by the concerned gaze of Kavhen.
Alexei stood up, trembling. He fell into Kavhen's arms, crying.
Kavhen held Alexei close, rubbing his back.
Suddenly, Behemoth cut in and pulled Alexei away. "Good job, lion, except we could have used you before you got the General killed!"
"Hey! Cut him some slack!" Kavhen shouted. "This was his first battle against the Commune... I think he's been through enough."
"No... that wasn't the first time..."
"Oh?"
"It was a long time ago... I... I don't want to talk about it."
"Alexei, we're a team... A family. You can tell us anything."
"Yeah, out with it." Jorhn added.
"I can't... it's too painful..." Alexei shut his eyes tightly.
Behemoth grabbed Alexei by the arm. "Listen, you little punk-"
"Leave him alone!" Kavhen shouted, shoving the much larger Behemoth.
"This is between me and the lion, kid, so back off!" Behemoth shoved Kavhen away.
Alexei looked up at Behemoth and pulled his arm away. "You... how dare you touch me... And now dare you touch anyone..."
"You lookin' for a fight, lion? Don't tell me you've already forgotten..."
"No. I haven't forgotten." Alexei bent down and picked up the blade.
"Alexei, don't do this..." Kavhen begged.
Ignoring the young Lumarian, Alexei thrust the bloody blade into Behemoth's gut, twisting it around.
Behemoth stared down at Alexei, shocked. He started to cough as blood sprayed out of his mouth, onto Alexei's face.
Alexei pushed the dull blade in further, continuing to twist. He finally let go, allowing Behemoth to fall onto his chest. Alexei backed off.
Kavhen approached and put his arm around Alexei.
For once, Alexei didn't mind. The two headed back to the shuttle.
The others soon began to head back, bringing their fallen comrades with them.
Back on the space station, Alexei sat in the cold infirmary naked, having just been sewn up. He stared out the window and lost himself in the emptiness of space. It had just started to set in just how far he had come. Just over than a month ago, Alexei was at home on Earth, doing what he had always done: running from these beasts. Alexei sighed as tears formed in his eyes. He rested his head against the window. His life was moving so fast, and for once he felt like he was not in control.
He didn't know what the future would bring, but he was he knew whatever happened, he would experience it with the Lumarians. He hoped for one day to return to Earth, but he knew to expect nothing. Alexei's old life had died back on Earth, when he was taken away by the very aliens he now lived with. Alexei's old life was dead, and his new life had just begun. Whatever future endeavors were held in store for Alexei, he would not have to go through alone, and Alexei has come to accept that. |
Kindness by Solusar | The third of my published vore stories. Unlike the previous two, this one involves a tauren as the prey rather than the predator. Likewise, this one isn't really sexual. I came up with the idea for this story while questing in Burning Crusade. The title of this story shares the same name as the | [
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"Dragon",
"Drake",
"M/M",
"Tauren",
"Vore (soft)",
"World of Warcraft"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463947-kindness | **KINDNESS**
Shadowmoon Valley was not the brightest or liveliest of areas amongst the shattered remnants of Draenor; the black soil, the dim, clouded skies and bubbling pools of green fel lava were enough to turn most adventurers away from this ominously quiet place. Even the plants that grew here, such as nightmare vine, thrived on death, as many unfortunate inexperienced botanists quickly discovered. Between the hordes of demons, the ghosts of the bird-like arakkoa, and the violent felboars and diemetradons of the valley, it was no surprise that few would call this desolate wasteland home.
For the tauren warrior named Leron, Shadowmoon was as much home as any other place he had seen throughout his life. Leron was something of a loner, and rarely felt comfortable staying in one place for too long. He would venture from city to city, always finding that someone had a job that needed to be done. The gray-furred tauren did not mind performing these tasks, so long as he got to fight something. He loved the thrill of battle and the honor that victory brought him; it seemed that fighting was the only thing that brought him pleasure in life.
Leron trudged through the hard-packed soil of the valley with his large axe on his shoulder, his hooves leaving shallow impressions in the dirt. Over the past few years he had grown accustomed to the sound of his plate mail grating together, and he rarely, if ever, paid attention to it any more. Just a few minutes earlier, the tauren had left his temporary residence - a small town built by the Scryers that was referred to as Sanctum of the Stars. During his stay, Leron had spoken to one of the blood elves who had been tasked with recruiting able-bodied warriors for a combined assault on the massive former city that had become known as the Black Temple. While Leron had little interest in taking sides in a war, his fighting spirit easily got the better of him, and he agreed without much consideration.
As he walked, the tauren passed into a vale that hosted many clusters of tall, translucent crystals. Nesting at the base of these crystal formations were creatures known as flayers. These beasts were generally humanoid in shape; they stood hunched over on their two legs, but rather than having claws or talons at the end of their arms, they possessed a pair of long scythe-like bones that could cut through flesh with ease. Two shorter arms grew beneath the first pair, and also sported a set of bladed bones. Leron had encountered a few of these pack beasts in the past, and was taken aback by their ferocity, cunning and speed. Though he did not fear the creatures, he decided that it was a good idea to keep his distance, if only conserve his strength for the fight to come.
Continuing on his way to the rally point at the foot of the temple, Leron spotted a lone blood elf in the distance. Seemingly unaware of the tauren's presence, this elf, clad in dark blue armor, held a bow in his hand as he retrieved an arrow from the quiver on his back. Leron watched as he drew the string back and carefully lined up a shot before letting the arrow soar. The bolt hit its mark, lodging itself in the head of one of the smaller flayers that had wandered too far from its nest. With an ear-piercing screech, the beast fell in a heap in the dirt. The tauren let out an impressed 'hmph' at the skill and marksmanship of this strange elf. "Hail." Leron said at a distance, approaching the elf carefully.
"They can't keep this up! Their wings will eventually give . . . " The elf exclaimed as the two males neared one another. Leron gave the bowman a strange look, not knowing what he was talking about. "Something has them spooked, tauren." The elf turned his gaze upwards and pointed toward the dark skies. Leron realized almost immediately what the other male was talking about: high up in the air flew at least two dozen nether dragons, circling the vale slowly. So distant were the creatures that the sounds of their large wings flapping could not be heard. "They won't even come down to feed. I have seen several fall to the earth, dead from exhaustion before their bodies even hit the ground. My name is Mordenai. We must save them!"
The tauren gave Mordenai an even more puzzled look than before. "What can we do?" He asked wonderingly. If nothing else, Leron was interested; after all, whatever the elf had in mind, it probably involved killing something.
"The flayers that are found near the crystals are their natural prey. Kill the flayers and place their carcasses in the field and stand extremely still. As long as you do not make any aggressive movements, they will not attack you."
Leron immediately did not like Mordenai's plan; it was filled with many 'ifs' and 'maybes'. Yet in spite of himself, he could not help but feel sorry for the spooked dragons. Perhaps it was his tauren heritage getting the better of him, but he felt it was his job to help them. *No creature deserves to die like that.* Leron thought firmly. *Except for gnomes . . . they can rot for all I care.* "All right, Mordenai, lets help these dragons."
Mordenai smiled at the tauren. "Good. It would seem best if we were to split up and hunt for ourselves." He said, walking over to the corpse he had made and began dragging it into the clearing. "By the looks of it, you will not need my help."
The tauren smirked slightly at the compliment and turned to go off on his own. "All right then. Good luck to you, Mordenai."
"And you, friend."
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It didn't take long for Leron to find a flayer - or rather, a flayer to find him. The tauren was in the midst of stalking one of the larger beasts when he was attacked from behind by one that he hadn't seen. Before he had finished dealing with his attacker, the other one had joined the battle. In the end, Leron was no worse for the wear, though the same could not be said for his armor, which now bore many more nicks and cuts than before. The most damage that had been done was to one of the straps that kept his pauldrons in place; even after fixing it as best he could, it would take no more than a single well-placed strike for the armor to become useless.
After taking a few moments to catch his breath, the warrior grabbed one of the corpses and dragged it into a clearing. Leron hoped that what Mordenai had told him was true; taking on a fully-grown nether drake would be a challenge for him on his best day, let alone so soon after a difficult fight. He dropped the flayer's body and backed away a few steps. Within moments a large, purple and blue dragon landed nearby and strode over to the corpse, giving it a few sniffs.
The drake tilted its nose up to the sky and sniffed a few more times. *What's it doing?* Leron asked himself, trying his best to stand still. This didn't make sense; surely the dragon was starving, yet it wasn't going for the food. Leron was beginning to get a bad feeling about this situation. The drake was much bigger than he was and was likely much stronger. Suddenly, the creature turned its head and gazed at the tauren standing only a few dragon-sized steps away. *Ah hell.*
Leron drew his axe the moment the drake stepped toward him, but the powerful creature closed the gap between them far too quickly for him to swing it. With a swipe of its massive claw, the tauren found himself careening towards a crystal. His body met with the formation, the impact tearing his pauldrons from his shoulders and his axe from his hands. He grunted as he collided with the translucent spire, and again as he struggled to hold onto the crystal. As Leron dangled from the crystalline pillar, he began looking for his axe. He found his weapon resting on the ground a few feet away, but before he could drop down and retrieve it, the dragon stalked over and placed itself between Leron and his axe.
The drake slammed into the crystal, knocking Leron off the relative safety of the spire and onto the ground below. The tauren landed on his feet and centered himself quickly. Seeing his chance, the warrior made a dive for his axe, but was stopped short by the dragon's tail slamming into his side. He skidded along the dirt, finally coming to a stop much farther away from his weapon than before. Things were not looking good for the tauren and he knew it. His body was slow to respond as he tried to force himself up onto his feet, only to be knocked back down again by the dragon's large paw.
Leron lied flat on his face in the dirt trying desperately to think of a way out of this situation. Suddenly, one of the dragon's claws raked along the back of his chestplate. With little effort on the drake's behalf, the straps that held the armor in place were torn away and off came his bulwark. The creature repeated the action with the tauren's legplates, belt, and helm, using its teeth to cast the pieces off to the side.
Before he could begin to fathom what the dragon was doing, Leron felt a warm, wet sensation on both of his bare hooves. The tauren's eyes opened wide as he realized almost instantly what had caused the sensation: the dragon's tongue. Before he could struggle, both his hooves had gone inside the creature's mouth. Leron tried kicking at the drake's head, but there was so little space to work with that all he succeeded in doing was worming his ankles into the hungering maw. *How is this happening?* Why *is this happening? Wasn't the dragon supposed to eat the flayer? I was only trying to help it!* All of these thoughts ran through the tauren's mind as he struggled to get free.
The drake, however, did not seem to care what he was supposed to eat and greedily went to work devouring the bovine warrior. Leron tried to backhand the creature with his gauntlet, but in his weakened state it did little more than irritate the starving dragon, who had brought his prey in up to his waist. Lumps that were Leron's wriggling hooves formed in the dragon's throat and slowly descended towards its abdomen. Saliva coated the tauren's hairy legs and soaked the loincloth that he wore beneath his armor. Somehow, the drake had managed to avoid using its teeth, and Leron was almost thankful that he had yet to feel the sharp incisors nick his body.
Having gone without food for so long, the dragon was in a state of bliss as the taste of his bovine meal danced along his tongue. He made sure to lap at the struggling beast as he brought the tauren deeper and deeper inside. Leron felt the tongue caress his lower regions, and fought against the sensations that assaulted his consciousness. Under different circumstances, he would have enjoyed such treatment, but now, with his life on the line, all he could think about was how he was going to get free. "No! Please, stop!" Leron cried desperately, but the creature was so hungry that nothing his meal could have said or done would have changed his mind.
Even though somewhere in the back of his head he knew that this was the end, Leron continued to fight for his survival. His three-fingered hands reached and dug into the black soil in an attempt to pull himself out of the dragon's maw, but the dirt gave way as the creature swallowed and its powerful muscles dragged him in up to his chest. The warmth of the mouth washed over his chest and back as the tongue began to explore its new territory. The fleshy muscle traced along the defined lines of Leron's back, coating his fur with a thick layer of saliva. The bull's body was rippled with strength, but all the power in his muscles were no match for the might of the dragon's throat.
Leron's view became narrower and darker as his devourer gave another gulp. The bull's head entered the dragon's muzzle while his large, bulky arms were forced in front of him. A fearful shiver ran up Leron's spine as he saw the world begin to vanish around him. The tauren began to claw at the ground more and more frantically, but the dirt continued to give way. Soft whimpers escaped him as he came to realize the gravity and the hopelessness of the situation. Leron felt his whole body being massaged by the soft fleshy throat, with the exception of his hooves, which had already entered the creature's hollow stomach.
The drake turned its head up toward the sky and gave gulp after gulp, drawing Leron's flailing arms inside his hungry maw. As the tauren gave the outside world one last look, he saw salvation in the form of the blue-clad elf. "MORDENAIIIIII--!" The dragon's jaws closed around his meal, sealing him inside. Mordenai stood at a distance as he watched the bull vanish between the drooling jaws of the nether drake. Rather than rushing to the aid of the young warrior, the elf simply nodded at the dragon and began to walk away.
Leron's world became pitch black as the jaws sealed around him. A moment later, he felt the dragon's wide tongue press up against his face and push him towards the back of its throat. Leron reached frantically for something - anything - that would stop his descent, but all that he could find was the dragon's soft, wet tongue and rows of closed teeth. He cried for help as he slid backwards into the creature's gullet, but somehow he knew that no one was coming to his rescue.
Outside, one could see the bull struggling as he slowly neared his destination; the dragon's neck grew to an enormous size as the bulky bovine traveled down its length. Slowly, the drake's neck returned to its normal size as Leron entered its abdomen. As his head entered the cavernous torso, the sound of the creature's heart beating began to accompany the wet, squishing noises that the fleshy passage made as it worked him down to the stomach.
Eventually Leron's whole body was pushed into a soft, warm sac, where he was forced to curl up into a ball in the uncomfortably tight confines. The air was hot and thick and difficult to breathe as Leron felt frantically along the moist walls of the stomach in search of a way out. Finally giving in to his frustration, he punched the fleshy walls, only to have his fist bounce back harmlessly. "Somebody! Mordenai! Help me!" Leron cried desperately, but there was no one around to hear his calls but the dragon that had devoured him.
The creature let out a contented sigh as the last of his meal entered his middle. His gut had become so enlarged by the size and weight of the bull that it brushed along the soft dirt beneath him. It felt wonderful to have something in his belly again after going so long without food. Knowing that he could not sit and rest here with all the flayers around, the dragon shakily took to the sky, suddenly put off-balance by the added weight in his abdomen. He perched himself on top of a ridge, where he lay down and began to rest his tired body, caressing his struggling meal from the outside. While he was not accustomed to devouring his prey alive, the dragon began to contemplate doing so in the future; the wriggling meal within him brought him so much pleasure that it was well worth all the extra effort.
Slowly, the struggles died down inside him as the air in his gut was used up. The drake sighed again, contented and full, and began to curl up and fall asleep as his meal did the same. The next day, the bulge would be largely gone, and the dragon would have the energy to sustain him until his elder brother Mordenai, had convinced another foolish traveler to help feed the starving dragons.
END |
Brief encounter 2 by Strega | Another old story. Not so much mind control as a clever use of illusions, but the effect is the same. I toughed this one up as well while thinking about writing a new chapter. \*\*\*\*\* **Brief encounter II** **By Strega** June 22nd, 2005 Running away with the circus had been her teenage | [
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"M/F",
"Mind Control",
"Tiger",
"Vore (soft)"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249105-brief-encounter-2 | Another old story. Not so much mind control as a clever use of illusions, but the effect is the same. I toughed this one up as well while thinking about writing a new chapter.
\*\*\*\*\*
**Brief encounter II**
**By Strega**
June 22nd, 2005
Running away with the circus had been her teenage dream.
Katie smiled as she sat next to Tim. The elephant act was up now, and she cheered with everyone else as the great gray animal hoisted an acrobat as though she was a matchstick. Tim passed her the popcorn and she munched happily, reliving her fantasies about joining the circus. At 20, she wasn't much past her teens, but she had a good job as a secretary for the local realtor. She'd showed such a knack for the business that once she finished her night classes he'd promised to give her a chance with the firm.
Soon the elephant had done its thing and the magician's act was up. Katie had been to a dozen circuses in her life, but this was the first with a magic act. It included animals, as befitted a circus act: the white-clad magician made a huge, handsomely striped tiger disappear from one box and reappear in another. At the same time, a sequined female circus performer disappeared from that box and appeared in the tiger's old one. Katie liked to think she knew a bit about magic, and she watched for the misdirection - the 'look here, and don't notice this over here.' She couldn't figure out how the magician did it, though. The two boxes were ten feet apart on the same sawdust the elephant act had occupied. The circus couldn't have built tunnels strong enough to support that weight in the day and a half they'd been in town, could they? The boxes were only a little bigger than the cat; was there even room for mirrors?
The tiger stood in its new box, staring through the plastic walls at the crowd and roaring on command. Its pale-yellow eyes swept across the bleachers; for a moment she was sure it was looking at her.
After the magician, the acrobats came out again, and after that the clowns, and the finale was lions and tigers with their tamer. The tamer was the magician, again - different clothes, but the same man. The tiger was there, too, such a huge and magnificent beast that he must have his pick of the lionesses and tigresses. All through the act the tiger's uncanny training - or perhaps innate cleverness - was showcased. It climbed ladders, walked down double ropes (one under each side's paws), rolled itself around on a red plastic ball, leaped through flaming hoops, and more. Other cats performed the same feats, but the big cat seemed to be the only one to perform them all. The most amazing thing happened when the tamer had the cat sit back and open its mouth. The man stuck his head in without even holding it open.
The last cat leaped through the last hoop, and the ringmaster rang down the curtain to thunderous applause. Tim and Katie leapt to their feet, joining in, and then became part of the crowd headed for the exits.
"That was the best high wire act I've ever seen." Tim exclaimed. "I thought they were going to fall half a dozen times!"
"I liked the cats," Katie countered. "Did you see the big tiger?"
"Eh, cats," Tim said. "I don't like cat acts. Did you see how small their cages are?"
The circus had a gift booth, and Katie led Tim over. "Ooo, they have plushies."
"Katie, we could get those at the toy store for less...."
"No, we couldn't. They have ones named after the cats! There's one of the tiger...Sihar, his name is."
Tim sighed, and watched the people file by. "We're going to be the last ones here at this rate."
Katie was trying to talk the roustabout's price down, and didn't seem to hear. After a few minutes they really were the last ones there, save for the circus people. Finally Tim lost patience.
"Katie, I need to use the bathroom."
"OK, honey."
When she left the booth a few minutes later, there was no sign of Tim. Shrugging, she took the bag of plushies and walked over to the exit. "I guess I'll wait here...my boyfriend will be back soon." The roustabout sweeping the floor shrugged and carried on. Soon she was alone, and that's when she saw it.
'Join the circus!' the sign said. 'Magician's assistant wanted!' The sign was fastened to the top of a painted plywood tiger, shown face on. The snarling mouth was shoulder-wide, and beyond was a chute lined with red satin.
"'If you can fit through the tiger's mouth, you could be the next magician's assistant!'", she read. "'Only applicants over age 18 accepted.' This must be the width of the tunnel between the cages. You have to be able to fit through to do the disappearing trick."
Katie looked around for Tim, but there was no sign of him. "Oh, why not." She poked her head into the plywood tiger's mouth and looked down the chute; it was rectangular, lined with the smooth red satin, and about three feet long. At the far end, it emptied onto a half sheet of plywood covered by more red satin. It was a cute model of a tiger's throat, if much bigger than was realistic.
She reached above her head, sliding her arms down the 'throat', and pushed her shoulders in with only a little effort. The satin was slippery enough that her own weight sent her sliding deeper; her breasts bumped up against the plywood tiger's lower jaw, then flattened and slid in as well. The posture she had to take to slide herself in was easy at first, then progressively more awkward, until finally she had to lean so far forward she lost her balance.
"Oof!" Her thighs bumped against the tiger's painted face as she fell forward, and she slid all the way to the hips in the gaping wooden maw. Luckily the satin was smooth enough that she didn't get a rug-burn on her elbows, but now she was stuck. At least, she couldn't back out now if she wanted. It was a good thing the far end of the satin-lined chute was only a foot past her hands.
She wiggled deeper, pushing one hip and then the other past the plywood tiger-mouth and into the chute. Now her feet couldn't touch the floor; propped up by the lower jaw, her legs kicked in the air. Simple enough to fix that - she squirmed deeper. After a moment, the satin lost its hold on her hips and she began to slide deeper, smoothly descending toward the end of the chute and the plywood sheet.
As her thighs slid into the wooden jaws and her knees followed, Katie smiled. Sure, she wasn't going to apply for the job, but she met all the requirements. She could try out for it if she wanted.
Then she noticed that the end of the chute didn't seem to be getting any closer. She was sliding down the satin 'throat', up to her ankles in it now, so her arms and head should be emerging - but she still hadn't reached the end. What's more, the light at the end was fading. Were the circus lights being shut off?
"Hello?" Katie kicked her feet into the wooden tiger-mouth, and slid entirely into the velvety 'throat'. "I'm still here! Tim, are you out there?" The light was completely gone now, and she slid toward - and through - utter darkness. Were the satin-covered walls getting...wet?
"Uh, hello? I seem to be stuck--" Katie wiggled in the satiny 'throat', which was definitely getting wetter by the second. What's more, the walls were flexing. This part of the chute must be lined with rubber, not plywood, because it was conforming to her shape. She slid now through a smooth, wet tube that caressed her every contour and even seemed to push her deeper. It rippled, squeezing her legs and ass while leaving her upper body loose in its embrace. The difference in pressure forced her along the smooth tube, adding to gravity's pull. There was a sudden strong contraction in the walls, then another, squeezing her along, and her rate of progress doubled.
Finally, though, she was getting somewhere. It's just that the 'somewhere' wasn't where she thought she was going. Instead of sliding out onto the satin-covered plywood sheet, she emerged from the wet, pulsing tunnel into an equally wet and squishy space. Smooth, warm folds of something that felt like skin slid over her as the ersatz tiger-throat pushed her out of it and into this new place. Soon she rested entirely in a rubbery pocket, surrounded by the wet, warm softness of its walls.
"What is going on?!" She thrust her hands at the walls, trying to find the opening she'd emerged from, but there was no sign of it. The room lurched suddenly; she was curled in a ball by the tight space and couldn't fall, but the sudden movement dizzied her. First the forward lurch, then the room began to sway heavily from side to side. All the while, the walls were getting wetter and warmer.
When her shopping bag full of plushies suddenly appeared, pressing against her belly in the darkness, Katie was near panic. The little room was sloshing now, a quarter full of thick, warm fluid, and she could swear she felt a tremor starting in the walls. Her little room wasn't just swaying now, it was pulsing with a strong, rhythmic beat, like a great, slow heart.
Dizzy from the swaying, and worried at the way her skin had begun to sting, Katie cried out: "This isn't what I wanted!"
"What *you* wanted," the rakshasa said amiably as it worked its lower jaw back into place, "Isn't important now, is it?"
With a pop the "tiger's" jaws re-hinged, and he sat back, licking his chops. He'd only had to swallow a couple of times to finish the job Katie started; she had climbed down his throat quite willingly. Now the young woman lay squirming in his stomach, her struggle making his bulging flanks twitch. Seven hundred pounds of "tiger" sat there full and self-satisfied, but no one saw him.
Karie had seen only what he wanted her to see, just as Tim saw only the wall behind him when he emerged from the bathroom. The rakshasa bit down on the belch that struggled to emerge and crafted another illusion: out in the parking lot, just visible to Tim through the tent flap, Katie waved and got into a van. By the time the man made it out into the lot the van was gone, and the tiger grinned a whiskery grin as he let that illusion die. Things were almost too easy sometimes.
The great, striped beast, the tiger centerpiece of the cat acts - though that wasn't his real form, naturally - turned toward the shadowy interior of the big top. No one saw him pad away from the tent entrance; there was, of course, no plywood tiger-head where he'd been standing. There was just himself, and his padded feet carried him silently onward, even with a heavy, swaying bulge of a belly. There was enough noise from the roustabouts in their cleaning duties that no one heard the muffled, fading cries from inside that bulge, and no one heard the long, rumbling belch he finally let out.
He padded past the big cat cages, and thus past himself - in one barred wagon was a familiar sleeping tiger. Mere air and light, that one; he would take its place when he felt like sleeping. Coming and going from a locked cage was no challenge for a creature of his nature.
Past the cat wagons was another, the home of the tamer/magician. Siharath - that was the rakshasa's name - looked to see that no one was watching, then pulled the door open with a paw. As he entered and saw that only the tamer was there, he dropped the illusion that rendered him unseeable.
"Oh, God." The tamer, a thin but muscular balding man, dropped his head into his hands. "I thought we agreed you wouldn't...."
"I was hungry," the rakshasa said evenly. "Horsemeat can last me only so long. From time to time I need a real meal."
"Please tell me you didn't rape this one."
"I never rape," said the rakshasa with a bit of bite to his voice. "Every woman I have ever taken has come to me willingly."
"After you fooled them into thinking it was some fantasy of theirs--" the magician said in a rising voice. He cut himself off, looking at the closed wagon windows and continuing in a lower tone. "The police are not stupid. Sooner or later, they'll connect this string of disappearances to the circus. They may already have."
"It will not matter if they do. I am no simple fleshy beast - they will find no trace of my meals, no matter if they comb my droppings and cage. Flesh and bone, body and spirit are consumed to feed me. What passes on is changed by my shape so it's no different than any other tiger's leavings."
"They will still suspect. They will come, and they will ask questions, and--"
"And you will talk?" The tiger padded up to the magician: sitting down, the man's eyes were on a level with his own. "I have made you what you are today - magician and tamer. I have kept my end of the bargain. If you betray me...I prefer women, but I will make an exception if I must."
The breath came quick and shallow in the magician's chest. "No, I won't talk. You have to stop eating people, though...or at least, take a break. Wait a few months before you take your next meal."
"Very well." The rakshasa turned toward the door, but as he did, he sensed the nervous, twitchy state of the magician. The man was even more frightened than he'd thought. So while it was his paw that pushed the door open, it was a mere illusion of him that left the wagon, and the creak of him going down the steps was equally unreal. Impalpable, watchful, the tiger-thing stretched out on the floor of the wagon facing the man.
Only the continual gurgling from his fat belly might give him away. It had been weeks since he had a proper meal, and his latest conquest was being digested with fearsome rapidity. He would not be genuinely hungry again for days, but soon his belly would be empty.
It seemed it was time to move on. There were always other zoos and other circuses; as he had with this traveling circus, he could find such a place, consume one of the cats, and take its place. There he would continue his habits, using his illusions and other powers to take what meals he desired. Once or twice he'd even taken human form, but he far preferred shapes close to his natural one.
As he lay on the wagon floor he watched the sweating magician. The man was working on some mundane bit of paperwork, perhaps ordering more horse-meat for the cats. There was a sense that he had more than that planned for tonight. The rakshasa-tiger used the quiet moment to pry into the magician's thoughts. In this way he often learned enough about his prospective meals to craft an appealing illusion. It was also useful in ferreting out those who would betray him.
Fortunately, the man's nerves had given him away before things went too far. He had not told the police anything, but was to meet with them later tonight.
Siharath listened to his belly. Much of his meal was already gone; there was, perhaps, enough room. He worked his jaws to loosen them, and considered the magician.
Tonight the lion tamer would put his head in a cat's mouth one last time. |
Innocent Turquoise - Brother's Room by Silvador | #2 of Innocent Turquoise - Turquoise smiled and watched as her twin brother licked her nipples delicately. The tip of his rough tongue flicked back and forth over the small nubs of skin. As if her brother were merely sitting next to her rather than engaging in a normally intimate act, Turquoise lay | [
"Badger",
"Ejaculation",
"Exhibitionism",
"Explicit",
"Incest",
"M/F",
"Panther",
"Tit Fuck",
"Voyeurism"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97630-innocent-turquoise-brother-s-room | Turquoise smiled and watched as her twin brother licked her nipples delicately. The tip of his rough tongue flicked back and forth over the small nubs of skin. As if her brother were merely sitting next to her rather than engaging in a normally intimate act, Turquoise lay back on her bed. Dennis followed, climbing up onto the edge of the bed like a dog following a bone on a string and balanced on his knees, his lower legs hanging off the edge of the mattress, and continued to run his feline tongue over the breasts of his twin sister.
"Mmm, that feels nice." The girl said as she closed her eyes and put her right hand to work, gently patting the panther's head. Her left hand found it's way between her legs where Turquoise toyed with the long, soft, turquoise colored hair on her pussy and simply enjoyed the current situation.
"Dennis, are you up there?" A female voice wafted into the girl's room.
"Shit, it's mum." Turquoise whispered harshly as she sat up. Dennis almost fell off the bed; he picked up his pants and glanced around for a place to hide.
"There." Turquoise pointed, directing her brother to the only place where he could conceal himself. The end of the bed faced the door with a clear view of both sides and there was no room underneath for anything larger than a board game box. A cupboard stood against the wall behind Dennis, it stuck out just enough for him to squash into the corner. Hoping his mother would not fully enter the room, the panther flattened himself against the wall behind to the large piece of furniture and held his breath.
An attractive female panther appeared in the doorway of Turquoise's room and stopped.
"Oh Treasure, how many times have I told you to wear something while your father is home." The twins' mother spoke softly, not a trace of scolding in her voice. "Have you seen Dennis around?"
"I think he's outside." Turquoise replied, clamping her legs together tightly.
"Alright." The mid-thirties panther turned to walk away then paused "Please put something on, I know you like being naked, so do I, but if your father saw you..." Turquoise's mother left and Dennis breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"That was close." He said.
"You should go see what she wants, we can always finish later." His sister smiled slyly at her brother. Reluctantly, Dennis pulled on his pants and left.
Downstairs, a short badger waited for the panther.
"Terrence, I thought you weren't due back until Tuesday." Dennis greeted his friend with surprise and waited for his response.
"Yeah, Dad's boss called, something about an urgent meeting, some V I C." the badger joined Dennis at the foot of the stairs and followed him up.
"V I C?"
"Very Important Client." Terrence lowered his voice "You're mum is so hot."
"So you keep saying, every time you visit. Seriously, I think you just come round here to check her out. So how was your trip?" Dennis turned right at the top of the stairs and then left at the first door, his room.
"Eh, it was pleasant. Mostly just sat around really, but it wasn't boring you know." Terrence sat on his friend's bed as he closed the door.
"Yeah, funny how visiting family you don't see a lot can make just sitting there seem not boring." The panther pulled out a swivel chair from the desk that resided next to the door and sat on it. Half an hour passed as the two friends chatted about almost nothing. Dennis' room had dark purple walls and a low watt bulb in the overhead light socket. Though there was enough light to see clearly, the general setup gave the room a ‘secret back-room' feel which Dennis loved.
A knock came from the other side of the door and an instant later it opened. The panther wasn't at all surprised by the sight, but his badger friend was dumbfounded and could only stare with an open mouth.
"Mum and Dad went out for a few hours," Turquoise frolicked into the room, naked and horny. "we can finish what we started now. Hi Terrence."
The badger looked at his friend's sister and managed to muster a weak "Hi." in response. He watched as the very attractive girl moved directly for her brother and sat on his lap, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Uh... should I leave or something?" Terrence asked nervously.
"No, you can stay." Turquoise said. "I'll give you a titty fuck after if you want." As she spoke, the sexy female adjusted her position and removed her brother's penis from his pants. With wide eyes staring at his friend and his friend's sister, the badger just sat there not really sure what he should do. While his mind attempted to make sense of what was happening, an erection quickly grew in his pants.
Dennis was a little caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, but was in no way about to object. He didn't mind the fact that his friend was there and began running his hands up and down the back of his twin sister. As though it was a regular activity for the twins, Turquoise settled down on her brother's dick and began to slowly bounce her way to bliss.
Her full breasts bounced up and down, her nipples rubbing against the soft fur of her brother. It didn't take long for her to find a steady rhythm and soon she began to make small moans as the pleasure snaked it's way through her body.
Dennis firmly grasped the round rump of his sister as she bounced away on his lap. Turquoise looked around the room absently while her brother looked down to admire the supple breasts pressed against his chest.
Terrence's eyes started roaming, from the rather large, pointy, wolf like ears on Turquoise's head down her curvy body to her round thighs. She wasn't exactly thin, but she wasn't fat either; the girl was at a point somewhere in the middle where a nice balance was achieved giving her curves that would turn all but the densest of heads.
The badger watched as the girl's long tail flicked up and down in perfect sync with her motions, a tail that was unlike any panther's, a tail that had long thick fur like that of a wolf's. At that point, the oddest question came to Terrence's mind.
"You two are twins right?" the badger's arousal seemed to vanish as his mind turned to this new object of interest.
"Yeah." Dennis said.
"Your mother is a panther and your father is a human but Turquoise... your ears and tail are..."
"Yeah I know." Turquoise smiled at Terrence. "Mum said Dad went nuts when we were born, he thought mum had been cheating on him." The girl giggled a little then gasped as a sudden surge of pleasure passed through her body.
"See, my great, great, great, great grandfather was an Arctic Wolf. Our family thought the genes were completely gone by now as no wolf signs were apparent over the last seven generations. Mum had to pull out records of the family tree before Dad was convinced that I was his." Turquoise gasped again and started moaning loudly as she neared her peak.
She whispered something in her brother's ear then got off his lap. Dennis turned the chair a little so the badger no longer had a side view, but instead a full on frontal view. With a mischievous grin, Turquoise mounted her brother once again, this time facing her audience. Terrence stared in amazement at their boldness.
The panther gripped his sister's full breasts as she resumed her bouncing, her legs spread wide to give the badger a clear view of her pussy. He watched lustfully, eyeing his friend's penis thrusting in and out of the long, thick mass of turquoise hair covering the girl's pussy.
Her hands roamed all over her body as she climaxed, her bouncing increasing in intensity and her cries breaking loose into the otherwise empty house. Terrence's erection strained against his pants and his hand found it's way down to his lap. With his eyes and mind fixed on the orgasming twins, his hand fumbled with his own penis through the fabric of his clothes.
Having finished with her brother, Turquoise sat for a few minutes before rising and turned her attention to the badger.
"You're turn." She said with a smile as she approached her brother's friend. Terrence just sat there and watched as if he was a prisoner in his own body, unable to interact with the world around him. Unsure of what he should do, the only thing he found himself doing was letting this gorgeous female pull down his pants and begin playing with his hard penis.
The badger wasn't quite as large as his friend, but that in no way discouraged Turquoise. She knelt in front of him and encompassed his erection with her breasts then proceeded her massaging. Her brother watched as she rubbed the badger's body with her own. The excitement was too much for Terrence and he covered the top of Turquoise's breasts within half a minute.
"Oh Terrence, a girl gives you a titty fuck and you can't even hold out for a couple of minutes?" Dennis shook his head in shame at his friend. His sister stood up, a little surprised, and walked to the door.
"I'm gunna go clean up." She said then left, closing the door behind her. |
Living Legends: Volume (Mew)Two: Part 7 by Xianyu | #7 of Living Legends: Volume (Mew) Two - Sin was sitting astride Peter's lap, seated neatly across his thighs, her thick tail dangling between his legs, coiled around one of his ankles firmly, her arms thrown over his shoulders, holding him close to her, kissing him eagerly. She was a _little_ bit | [
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"Pokemon",
"Sex",
"Vaginal",
"finally"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249106-living-legends-volume-mew-two-part-7 | Sin was sitting astride Peter's lap, seated neatly across his thighs, her thick tail dangling between his legs, coiled around one of his ankles firmly, her arms thrown over his shoulders, holding him close to her, kissing him eagerly.
She was a *little* bit tipsy, having hit the eggnog rather hard, liking the taste, and Peter hadn't dissuaded her from enjoying herself with the mildly alcoholic beverage. After all, it was Christmas!
But having a very amorous, tipsy Metwo in your lap lavishing you with kisses and attention was a good way to get noticed for bad reasons, and he felt it was best to get her back to the room, nudging her lightly to get her attention and breaking the kiss. "C'mon, time for bed." he stated.
The Mewtwo gave a nod, and gave him one last kiss, before sliding off his lap, reaching a three-fingered hand up to check that her amulet was in place, and then picking up her snowglobe, clutching it to her chest protectively.
Peter smiled a little bit at that. She looked so cute like that, little snowglobe clutched in her hands, shining pendant gleaming at her chest, and a wreath of golden christmas tree decoration still carelessly wrapped about her shoulders like a scarf purloined from the latest Mardi Gras. He waved a hand, holding out a mug of eggnog to tempt her with. "X'mon, you can drink this before bed." he stated, beginning to lead her back to their quarters.
Sin followed quite eagerly at the promise of more eggnog, though she did stumble a little bit, almost tripping and dropping her snowglobe at one point, before finally managing the trip back to their room and placing the snowglobe carefully in the centre of the bedside table, before sprawling across the bed in a misshapen heap, leaving just enough room for him to lay besides her, which he did, after sloughing his shirt.
"I loooove you Peter." she slurred happily, giggling and wrapping her arms tight around him, pulling him close and laying her head on his chest, "I'm so haaaappy." she stated, giving a contented sigh and stroking his stomach with a free hand, trailing her fingertips across his flesh.
Smiling faintly, Peter leaned down to kiss the top of her head delicately. "I love you too, Sin." he stated, nodding once.
Outside, there was a thud, on the wall besides the door, and then the sound of a keycard being swiped through the scanner, and then again, and again, and the mumble of concerned voices.
Peter gave a faint sigh, and slid away from the Mewtwo to answer the door, opening it up to be greeted by two very surprised people, one male, one female, obviously a couple. The girl was basically hanging off him, her lipstick smeared across his cheeks and shirt collar, surprised expressions on their faces as they were greeted at the door of *their* room by a young man and the tipsy Mewtwo who fell off the bed when she leaned too far to the side to peek past the humans shoulder.
"I think you have the wrong room." Peter said, shaking his head a moment at the couple.
The man held up his keycard, and looked at it, and then the door number, before blinking once or twice. "So we do." he said distractedly, then turning around, leading his partner towards a door on the other side of the hallway, drunkenly opening it and stumbling inside.
Peter shook his head and closed the door, and then raised a brow at Sin, who was picking herself up off the floor. Shaking his head, he helped her back up onto the bed, sitting besides it next to her as she frowned. "What did they want?" she asked.
"They got the wrong door." he said dismissively.
"Why was the woman hanging off the man like her legs weren't working?" she asked next, tilting her head and peeking at the door.
"I think they were 'together'." Peter explained, with a helpless motion of a hand.
"...Together?" Sin asked, blinking once and dividing her attention between him, and the door. "What do you mean 'together'?"
"Romantically." he added, tilting his head at her slightly. "That's how some girls act when they like someone."
"...Should I act like that?" Sin asked suddenly, staring at him. "I like you so much...but I don't want to hang off you..." she said uncertainly, brows furrowing deeply, tailtip giving a sad wiggle.
"God no." Peter protested, pulling the tipsy Mewtwo into a hug, where she immediately crawled into his lap, knees resting on either side of his hips and chin resting on his shoulder, arms wrapping around him tightly.
"They're...doing something." she said, frowning thoughtfully, peering sideways, seemingly through the wall.
"Something?" Peter asked, brows lifting. "You know it's naughty to spy on people, right?" he asked.
The Mewtwo's cheeks flushed deeply, and her breathing began to increase. "And so is what they're doing." she said with a slow nod, her eyes slightly wide, her tailtip beginning to slowly swirl and flick back and forth between Peter's ankles.
"It is?" he asked, canting his head to one side.
Sin nodded, the blood in her cheeks visible now and she bit her lower lip, her tailtip swirling all the faster, bumping his ankles gently. "It is." she repeated unhelpfully, with a firm nod at him, her arms wrapping around him all the tighter, holding him to her chest, pressing in close, nosing at his neck a few times. "T-the girl is using her m-mouth..." she panted faintly into his ear.
"However do you mean?" Peter asked as steadily as he could, though he had a fair idea of what she was saying.
"She's putting *it* in her mouth." Sin said with a faint shudder. "L-like in your dreams."
There was a pause of several seconds, before Sin's paws flew to her muzzle, and her cheeks flushed deeply, realising she had revealed something by accident.
"You've been watching my dreams?" Peter asked, raising a single brow.
"I-I couldn't help it!" she whined, pulling back from him just slightly. "Y-you were on the deck, a-and it was sort of just...there..." she tried to explain.
"And you saw my dream about that?" he asked, frowning slightly to himself at this information. Probably not the best way to learn about oral sex.
"I-I did." she said, her cheeks flushing a little bit deeper.
"Well I guess you know now that humans dream about some strange things." he said with a helpless little shrug of his shoulders.
"W-well...it was strange...but I liked it...a-and it didn't even taste that bad..." she said with a shake of her head.
Peter stared at her for a long moment, head tilting slowly to one side. "It...didn't taste that bad?" he asked, brows raising.
Sin stared back at him, and blinked once, her cheeks flushing darkly and paws covering her mouth, a faint eep leaving her. "I-I mean I t-think it wouldn't!" she tipsily tried to correct, largely failing.
"...So you tried it?" he asked, shaking his head for a moment, eyes closed. "I really hope you didn't just track down some random passer-by to do that to." he said, sounding slightly worried at the prospect.
"Y-you were....k-kind of already ready." she said, flushing furiously and looking at the wall, tailtip thudding against the ground.
"So you did it to me?" he asked, shifting uncomfortably at the thought of it, a faint shudder rolling through his form.
Sin gave a nod in reply, and then a helpless noise in the back of her throat. "I-I only did it once!" she said with an earnest nod. "Y-you're not mad are you?" she asked hopefully.
Peter shook his head slightly, frowning. "I'm not...really sure how I feel." he said, sounding mildly uncomfortable. "I mean...that's usually something you keep private, and only share with a very few select people...and definitely not something you should do to someone sleeping."
"B-but you enjoyed it!" she protested, with a firm nod. "I c-could see that you loved it..."
He made a face, unsure how to explain it. "That...Doesn't really come into it...It's hard to explain." he said, helplessly.
Sin frowned, pouting at him, turning back to face him, cheeks flushed deeply, but her expression set. "Y-you liked it?" she asked.
Peter gave a helpless nod. "Males always enjoy that sort of thing." he said reluctantly.
"A-and you love me?" she asked, leaning closer to him, until her nose was almost touching his own.
"...I do." Peter said tentatively, unsure where the tipsy Mewtwo was going with this line of questioning.
"A-and that sort of t-thing is what people who love eachother do?" she continued.
Peter made a faint face, wincing slightly at the Mewtwo's logic. "It doesn't quite work li-"
Sin shushed him, putting a single finger up to his lips. "People who love eachother d-do that?" she asked, repeating the question.
He nodded once in reply.
The Mewtwo gave a smile and then pulled him into a kiss, wrapping her arms around him, her tongue pressing heatedly between his lips, seeking his own.
Peter squirmed a little bit, even as she pressed closer, pulling back from the kiss a moment to catch her breath and nuzzle in against the crook of his neck lovingly. "W-what they're doing looks l-like fun." she panted breathlessly, her paws slipping down into his lap, tugging at the button of his pants ineffectually.
"W-what?" he asked, eyes widening at her a little bit as he felt her paws at his waist, tugging at the button of his pants like that, though it was too small for her to effectively manipulate properly.
"I want to do what they're doing." she breathed heatedly against his ear, before pulling him into another heated little kiss, stifling whatever protest he was going to raise. "Hush..." she panted against him as she drew back from the kiss.
"W-we really s-shouldn't." Peter protested weakly, sounding just as nervous as Sin had been moments previously. He could feel that buzzing at the back of his mind, and the Mewtwo shook her head firmly.
"S-shut up." she murmured forcefully, giving up on the button of his pants and hugging around him with her free paw, peeking down into his lap long enough to undo it with a touch of her psychic abilities, pressing back in close when that was done, panting and kissing him eagerly. "Y-you want this as much as I do." she murmured, even as her free paw reached down the opening of his pants, pressing down on them, forcing the zipper open as she lifted her hips off of his own long enough to tug down his pants and boxes clumsily, and then dropping herself back into his lap, squirming slightly at the sensation of their bare flesh touching.
Peter gave a slight squirm as he felt certain other portions of their anatomies rubbing up against each other, unable to help but lift his arms to wrap around her in return as she pressed their bodies close, unintentionally, or maybe even deliberately rubbing the length of her slightly moist sex up along his swelling member.
Sin panted down at him heatedly, her paws finding their way to his lower back, splaying wide for extra grip, which held his hips quite still so she could rub her heated opening over him, giving a low little croon at the sensation of their flesh touching, her cheeks flushing a little bit deeper.
"T-tell me that y-you want me, Peter." she whispered into his ear, tone nervous and tentative, but carrying a hit of firm resolve in it. She knew what she wanted.
Peter paused a moment, unable to help the faint arch of his back as he felt those soft outer lips grinding up wetly against his now-hard length, his own cheeks flushing faintly as he whispered breathlessly back at her; "I-I want you, Sin." blinking once, seemingly surprised at his own brazenness.
A low little growl left the mewtwo, a sound he had never heard before, and she arched her hips upwards, that thick tail giving a little bit of an excited swirl as she pressed her hips close and slid a paw between their bodies to get him to *just* the right angle, pressing up against the tight opening to her body.
Purple and black eyes met his own, and that lusty little growl increased in volume as she stared at him, eyes narrowing lustfully as she let her hips drop, her eyes widening and back arching, maw parting in a heated eep of surprise and dismay at the odd sensation of his thick tip beginning to press her open, that tight, unused entrance squeezing down reflexively as it engulfed the tip of his member, convulsing around it in reflexive spasms.
Peter bared his teeth in delight, hands slipping down to her lower back as the Mewtwo shuddered, and then lifted herself slightly, right back up to the tip, and then dropped herself down hard again, sinking in another inch with another soft cry, this time sounding slightly pained, her face twisting into a dismayed expression as she lifted herself and dropped again, giving a startled cry of pain and discomfit this time, as another inch slipped inside, a tear trickling down her cheek.
"I-It's hurting P-Peter." she protested, once again unsure and helpless, looking to him for guidance, sniffling once. "I-It's supposed to f-feel good b-but it h-hurts..." she whined.
Shushing her gently, Peter began to rub his palms up and down her back gently. "You're going too fast." he murmured, shaking his head at her, pulling her against him and rolling to the side, so she was suddenly spread out on her back beneath him, his arms wrapped around her back. "Let me do it for you." he breathed into one of her ears, beginning to gently shift his hips back and forth, sliding himself in and out of her the small amount that he could.
Sin whined softly, flushing as she stared up at him, groaning once or twice as he began to work himself inside her, her tailtip spasming, entire thick limb beginning to swirl back and forth in time with his motions, making Peter gasp as the movements of her tail caused the muscles in the base, and, specifically, the ones around his moving cock, shift and squeeze in strange, exciting ways.
Her powerful legs spread wide, and she gasped faintly as he gradually worked another inch of himself into her needy body, spreading her tight entrance around him, even as her muscles squeezed and cinched down around him in protest.
"D-does it hurt now?" Peter asked breathlessly, between gently heaves of his hips against her own, now working over half of his eager length in and out of her body.
"N-no." Sin attested, her hands tensing a little bit, blunt fingertips digging into his back helplessly, her strong legs wrapping around his hips eagerly, to try and get him a little bit deeper. "P-please don't stop, Peter."
Peter shook his head in affirmation, panting down at her. "I won't." he murmured, planting his feet a little bit firmer on the floor and working himself into her with a more eager pace, sliding even more of his stiff rod into her tight, accepting body.
"I-it feels good." the Mewtwo breathed up at him, panting helplessly, her arms gripping him tightly as her hips moved in counterpoint to his own in reflexive motions, sliding that soft, moist entrance against him all the more eagerly, which just worked her tight muscles on him to all the stronger effect.
"I-I want to be back on top." Sin breathed, nuzzling into his neck heatedly a few times, one of her paws sliding down to his lower back and splaying helplessly as he worked that tiny bit deeper into her, making her arch and squirm in delight.
Nodding, Peter slid himself back from her, and then sat on the edge of the bed once more, offering her his lap.
Sin laid there for a moment, the puffy pink slit between her legs clenching down on nothing and a faint whine leaving her muzzle at the absence of that pleasure-bringing tool inside her, her own slick liquids already having drooling from her sex, slowly trickling down across her tail.
Shuddering, she rolled onto her knees, and then unsteadily slipped back atop him, resting her knees on either side of his hips, and pulling him into a lustful kiss, panting into it heatedly for several seconds before pulling back, black eyes meeting his own in a heated stare. "I love you, Peter." she growled, as her paw held around him again, and she dropped her hips, shoving the entirety of his thick member deep inside her wanton body in a single smooth motion, her back arching and hips spasming as she cried out aloud.
Peter flailed a moment, quickly pulling her into a kiss as she cried out. God, that was loud. There was enough of his senses left to worry about keeping her quiet, but it was a battle he rapidly began to forget about as Sin growled against him and began to work her hips eagerly up and down on his own, sliding upwards and arching her back, tail lifting a little bit, before she dropped down into his lap, sinking those soft, firm outer lips right down to his base, tight inner muscles squeezing and milking around him heatedly, thick tail bulb thudding into the ground audibly as she squeaked into his mouth each time.
Eyes closed tightly, and maw parted in delight against the kiss, she began to bounce and work her hips up and down on him all the more eagerly, adding a little grinding swivel to her hips at the end of each motion that worked his stiff member against her inner depths and made them both moan heatedly.
Growling, she broke the kiss, burying her nose in his shoulder and holding him tightly as she began to slide up, and then shove down, bouncing on him hard enough that the bed was shifting slightly and the impact caused his entire body to bounce slightly against the bed, using her powerful legs and hips to her advantage as she eagerly fucked him.
Peter was beginning to pant and shudder breathlessly under her motions, as her hips repeatedly came down on his own, impacting with a dull, moist thud each time, her liquids having long since slicked his entire cock, and moistened his lap considerably, grunting in delight every time her hips slid up him, the suckling inner muscles of her tight cunt drawing over him in a delightfully squeezing motion, only for her to shove back down and spear him up deep inside her again, tight body squeezing and milking around him all the while.
"S-Sin...I-I'm gonna..." Peter tried to warn, as he felt a tightening in the pit of his stomach, his arms wrapping around her, squeezing reflexively, helplessly as she didn't vary her pace in the least, still working up and down him in heated motions.
His back arched hard and he gave a low cry of delight, stifling it against her shoulder, as his back arched helplessly and his hips ground up into her own, shuddering and crying out as his eager cock stiffened inside her, jerking and throbbing repeatedly, exploding all of a sudden, sending a wash of his gooey spurts spilling across her milking inner depths, rapidly filling her tight body.
The Mewtwo didn't even vary her pace, cooing in delight as she felt Peter's thick member throbbing and jerking inside her, filling her with that blooming warmth that rapidly began to drool from around his embedded cock as she continued to bounce, smiling down at him heatedly, insides twitching at the delightful sensation.
But all too soon, he was holding her down against him with his hands, to keep her from moving, shuddering and gasping helplessly. "S-Sin, s-stop!" he panted, as she worked on his over-sensitive length, a gooey mess of cum and her own liquids slicking both of their laps.
"That was it?" Sin asked, panting heavily down at him, unable to help but work her hips against him slowly, making him almost go cross-eyes at the sensation of her tight cunt squeezing and shifting around his used member. She didn't sound disappointed or surprised, just curious.
He nodded helplessly up at her, giving a little bit of a squeak. "S-slide off me hun." he panted.
Sin nodded once, and then lifted her hips, giving a low little groan as his used member slid from her, dropping free followed by a mess of his liquids, and she gave a low groan, rubbing a paw down across her stomach, and then her used slit, collecting some of the liquids to stare at, rubbing them between her fingers, seemingly entrances. Without even hesitating, she popped her fingertips into her muzzle, one after the other, licking them clean. Peter watched her, eyes wide, panting still.
"We need a shower." he murmured, peering down at his lap, and the mess that had collected there.
The Mewtwo gave a nod, and then slipped off him, sliding to her feet and then making her way towards the shower that adjoined the room, her hips swaying happily, while his own spunk dripped from her cunt with each step, leaving little droplets of it across the floor.
Peter watched her, trying to catch his breath. She hadn't climaxed. That much he was sure of...
Something he would have to fix while they showered. |
El Secreto de Tora: Crossover Tora by Mastertuki | #8 of El Secreto de Tora - **EL SECRETO DE TORA** _ **Advertencia: Para comprender este capítulo es necesario leer los anteriores. ¡¡Feliz Lectura!!** _ _**Advertencia (y II): Esta historia relata una historia de amor homosexual, por lo que si a) No es el tipo de historia que a tí te gusta leer b) | [
"Bad Language",
"Bunny",
"Gay",
"Spanish Language",
"Tiger"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10041-el-secreto-de-tora-crossover-tora | **EL SECRETO DE TORA**
\_ **Advertencia: Para comprender este capítulo es necesario leer los anteriores. ¡¡Feliz Lectura!!** \_
***Advertencia (y II): Esta historia relata una historia de amor homosexual, por lo que si a) No es el tipo de historia que a tí te gusta leer b) No te gustan los capítulos que se entremezclan entre ellos c)Estabas contento de que acabara en el capítulo anterior y has descubierto con rabia que esto continua d)Si en este capítulo no aparece Bryce no te gusta, mejor que busques otra historia mientras tanto.***
"*Llevo ya tres semanas sin verte apenas. No se nada de tí, la empresa en la que trabajabas no tiene ni idea de tu paradero, aunque asegura de que se usó el carnet de viaje para devolverte de vuelta, y a cada semana que pasa, me siento cada vez peor.*
*Peor porque es la segunda vez que te pierdo, la segunda vez que encuentro la posibilidad de protegerte, y acaba siendo inútil. Y a sabiendas de lo débil que eres, siempre acabamos separados. Estoy harto de que esta historia se repita cada dos por tres, y a pesar de que he perdido completamente tu rastro, algo me dice que sigues vivo, sufriendo en algún lugar, esperando a que te vaya a buscar.*
*No es justo que te haya tocado sufrir a tí. Tu, que me ayudaste en el partido, que intentaste animarnos a todos el día de nuestra separación, tienes que cargar con todo el marrón.*
*Recuerdo el día que descubrí que eras mestizo, y como me lancé a protegerte cuando tu padre se suicidó y empezaron a acusarte diciendo que tenías su misma sangre y que eras igual que él. Las comparaciones eran odiosas, pero tu nunca quisiste aceptar mi intención de cuidar de tí. Te alejaste, y decidiste luchar solo, y creo que fué el momento en que comprendí nuestras diferencias: Tu eres capaz de enfrentarte a todo, a cualquier cosa, sea cual sea. Te da igual si te juegas la vida, aunque siempre tienes en cuenta de que nunca estén el resto de tus compañeros en esa ruleta de la fortuna.*
*Perdóname Bryce... Por no saberte proteger."*
\_ **Capítulo 8: Crossover Tora** \_
\-¿Estas bien?
El lobo azul continuó tosiendo un rato mas, apoyando la espalda en la madera, mientras Senko se acercaba a él y le esperaba con la ropa de limpiar en la cesta. En cuanto dejó de toser, cogió aire, esperando a ver si le venía un nuevo ataque.
\-¿Otra vez igual? -le preguntó Senko de nuevo.
\-Si, es lo de siempre. -contestó el lobo mientras se incorporaba. Se agachó de nuevo para coger la cesta que había estado llevando él, y la alzó de nuevo. -Pero cuando te acostumbras, ya sabes lo que hay que hacer en esos momentos.
\-Debe de ser duro ser mestizo. -le dijo Senko mientras avanzaba con él.
\-Que va. Dentro de poco me darán una medicina, y con ella, podré respirar mejor. -argumentó Bryce, medio sonriente, como tenía por costumbre. Senko se limitó a avanzar por el largo pasillo verdoso y soleado, y el lobo azul le siguió, mientras sus sombras se proyectaban en el suelo de madera tratada manualmente, y aseguradas de forma concisa grácias a la presión que recibían los tablones de las dos casas que formaban parte de la increíble mansión en la que se encontraban.
Se trataba sin duda de una infraestructura enorme, con bordes de metal. Si se situaba en una ciudad, medía como nueve avenidas cuadradas, y se alzaba en conjunto e iba terminando en cuatro torres de techo redondeado y rojizo. En su interior albergaba mas de doscientas habitaciones, y muchísimas salas de entrenamiento. En medio había un enorme patio abierto, que prácticamente partía la mansión en uno de los cuatro lados, y obligaba en ese lado la existencia del puente por donde pasaban en ese momento los dos antropomorfos. Alrededor de esta enorme mole, solo había un extenso bosque en el que no vivía nadie mas que los tigres de aquel clan de guerreros.
Ambos bajaron las escaleras en cuanto llegaron al final del puso, y Bryce depositó la ropa en un agujero de la pared, tal y como se lo señaló Senko. Luego, el tigre hizo lo mismo, y cerró la compuerta.
\-Bueno, iré a limpiar las salas Tor?ningu seis y siete. -argumentó el lobo azul mientras cogía la cesta de nuevo y se daba la vuelta. -Gracias por ayudarme.
\-A ti. -respondió Senko seriamente mientras veía como el lobo se alejaba, quedándose solo en aquella sala. En cuanto vió que solo escuchaba el sonido del río que pasaba por un lado de la casa, empezó a respirar mas tranquilo. Por fin unos segundos de paz en los que nadie ni nada iba a estar hablándole o preguntándole estupideces como de costumbre.
Para muchos, Senko era el ejemplo mas exacto de alguien con carácter antisocial. Casi nunca hablaba, y si lo hacía, era con el mínimo de palabras posible, exactas y inequívocas para que nadie le encontrara el doble sentido. La culpa de tal comportamiento, sin embargo, no era suya, si no su entorno: Tanto entrenamiento, tanta tensión, tanta disciplina... Quería mas libertad... Quería ser el mismo. Sin embargo, se encontraba encerrado, incapaz de escapar, sometido a la cruda realidad de ese destino. Y cualquier intento de salir de allí era respondido con la muerte.
Avanzó por al sala llena de cajas de bambú hacia las escaleras, y al empezar a subirlas, escuchó un ruido sospechoso. Se detuvo a prestar atención, hasta que vió que no había mas que silencio. En cuanto volvió a subir otro escalón escuchó otra vez el mismo ruido, lo que hizo que se detuviera de nuevo para prestar mas atención: Eran los sollozos de alguien procurando contenerlos como podía, algo lógico para Senko. Si se trataba de un tigre y se le veía llorando, el castigo era temible.
\-¿Quien anda ahí?
La pregunta no recibió respuesta, y el tigre sospechó que lo más lógico era que no se metiera en esos asuntos. Pero en vez de hacer como siempre, y pasar del tema, decidió agachar un poco la cabeza para ver si por casualidad estaba bajo las escaleras, con profundo malestar después al ver que no había nadie. Sin embargo, observó en el suelo una sombra con bordes difuminado, y por la forma de la silueta, pudo llegar a la conclusión de que se trataba de un tigre. Guiándose por el oido, comenzó a bajar las escaleras, y empezó a recorrer la sala, llevándose una zarpa al morro en cuanto notó un olor a sangre abofetearle las fosas nasales, y poniéndose ligeramente nervioso.
Poco a poco, pudo averiguar quien formaba la sombra aquella. Era otro mas del clan, sentado en el suelo y con las zarpas tapándose los ojos, junto con el pelaje completamente alborotado. No tenía nada que le cubriera la parte de la cintura para arriba, y a todo eso, había que añadir un detalle mas: Estaba temblando.
\-¿Te ocurre algo? -le preguntó, ya que estaba. Ahora lo que no podía hacer era dejarle atrás como si nada. Al no recibir respuesta, se aproximó a él y se agachó a su lado, tocando su espalda para darle ánimos, apartándola de repente al notar algo espeso y húmedo. Cuando se la observó, vio que la tenía completamente llena de sangre.
\-Pero que coño...
Senko se apartó rápidamente al ver moverse al otro, arrastrándose hasta el fondo del lugar, temblando de miedo. Arrinconado en una esquina, apartó un poco las zarpas del rostro, permitiendo al tigre identificarlo con facilidad.
\-Tu... Tu eres el heredero, no? -preguntó. -Tu eres Tora.
Se acercó a él de nuevo, hasta que con la zarpa delante tocó un gran charco de sangre que sin duda procedía de su compañero. Sin apartar la mirada, continuó su camino, observando como se alarmaba el otro cada vez mas, hasta que al final, le tocó el hombro.
\-Tranquilo... Tu secreto está a salvo conmigo.
Tora lo miró angustiado, y luego, bajó la vista, calmándose un poco. Aquello permitió a Senko ponerse de nuevo a su lado, y ver lo que tenía, obligando al otro tigre a que se inclinara un poco.
En la espalda, tenía numerosas heridas, producidas por zarpazos continuos hechos a conciencia. Senko fué revisando cada una de ellas hasta que descubrió que la mayor de todas procedía de la parte interior del pantalón, justo en la base de la cola, oculta. Senko abrió enormemente los ojos, y levantó la cabeza para ver a Tora, que tenía la mirada perdida.
\-Tio... ¿Que es esto?
\-Mi castigo... Por ser diferente. -apoyó una garra en la pared, haciendo un gesto de levantarse, pero Senko le detuvo. -¿Que?
\-¿A donde vas?
\-A ti no te importa... -contestó el tigre.
\-No, en otras circunstancias no, pero te vas a morir aquí y no tengo ganas de que luego me rebanen la cabeza pensando de que te he matado yo. Me vas a acompañar hasta mi habitación con cuidado, y allí nos encargaremos de tu... "Grave" problema. ¿Entendido?
Tora se estiró bocabajo encima de la cama de paja de Senko, y el tigre cerró la puerta tras de sí, observando con atención su habitación: Los rayos del sol iluminaban prácticamente toda la habitación, que solo contenía además de la cama mencionada un mueble con unas cuantas velas que olian a fresa. Senko se dirigió hasta allí, y abrió el armario, sacando una toalla, un bote de cristal y un líquido azul, y unas telas especiales de color rosado. Se sentó al lado de Tora, y observó su espalda a conciencia.
Cogió el brebaje, y huntó un poco la toalla, tiñiendola de azul. Luego se acercó a su pantalón, aunque se detuvo un momento: Quizás a su compañero no le hacía gracia.
\-Tora... Debo...
\-Hazlo. Pero acaba rápido, me estoy mareando. -murmuró con un tono de voz muy bajo. El tigre asintió con la cabeza, y se los quitó, reafirmando su suposición inicial: La sangre procedía de la entrada baja del tigre, y parecía que poco a poco iba minvando. Se apresuró a limpiarla con rapidez para que no hubieran infecciones luego, y mas tarde, usó una de las telas especiales para taparla.
\-Con esto se cortará la hemorragia. Ahora el resto. -mencionó, acercándose a su espalda, y untando las heridas con el brebaje. Tora lanzó un sonoro rugido por el escozor, y Senko se apresuró en acabar deprisa antes de que se levantara harto de la situación.
\-Mierda... -murmuró Tora. -No pude creer que me hiciera esto...
\-¿Quien?
Pero no recibió respuesta alguna, y Senko, al comprobarlo, decidió no insistir y continuarle limpiando las heridas. Escuchaba cada uno de los rugidos del tigre, pero él no podía hacer nada: Si no las limpiaba luego tendría problemas muchos mas graves como un envenenamiento de la sangre, y eso debía evitarlo a toda costa. En cuanto acabó de limpiarlas, empezó a ponerle las telas, y luego, se separó de él, recogiendo la toalla.
\-Quédate así un rato y no te muevas. Lo mas probable es que tengas que estar así hasta mañana.
\-¿Es obligatorio?
\-Si no te quieres morir si.
Tora cerró los ojos al oir el comentario, y Senko guardó las telas que le habían sobrado y el brebaje en el mueble. Cogió la toalla, y la colgó en el marco de la ventana, dándose luego la vuelta para observar mejor a su compañero.
Sin duda no se había equivocado: Era el hijo del heredero. Su pelaje era dorado en los brazos y en las piernas (Pero no en la espalda, por culpa de la sangre) y si a eso se le juntaba su musculatura daba un aspecto salvaje que espantaría al mas valiente de todos. Sin embargo, verle así de destrozado era sumamente contradictorio a lo que aparentaba.
\-Tu... Eres Senko... ¿Verdad? -dijo, respirando ahora mas tranquilamente. Movió un poco los brazos, y se incorporó un poco hasta situarse mas en el interior de la cama. -Silencioso, poco hablador... Sin duda eres él...
\-Bueno, tu tampoco es que hables mucho. Pasas por al lado de todos, y no dices ni pio. -le contestó Senko. Apoyó la espalda en el marco de la ventana, y miró al exterior. -Pero bueno, supongo que ambos tenemos nuestras razones.
\-Y ninguna de las dos quiere contárselas al otro. -dijo Tora. -Oye... Siento mucho todo esto...
\-No te preocupes. Tampoco te podía dejar ahí tirado, desangrándote completamente. ¿Quien te ha hecho todo esto?
\-Nadie... He sido yo solo...
\-Ya... Tu-so-lo. -contestó Senko remarcando cada una de las silabas. Se incorporó, y fué caminando hasta Tora, arrodillándose al lado suyo. -Aunque te hubieses caido de un alto peñasco, te puedo asegurar que no te hubieras hecho daño solo en la espalda y en... -concluyó. -¿Te piensas que no sé que te han... Mhhh... Maltratado?
Tora sentenció la conversación con un profundo silencio, y Senko decidió, al ver que no había forma de hacerle hablar, no decir absolutamente nada mas. Tampoco es que fuera su problema, al fin y al cabo, y quizás el heredero tenía la forma de vengarse por los que le habían hecho daño, pero a decir verdad, si estaba intentando sacárselo todo, era para ayudarle. Verle allí, tirado en el suelo, desangrándose le había llevado a la conclusión que aunque fuera el siguiente en ocupar el puesto de Joshi, seguía siendo un ser vivo como todos, nadie invencible.
\-Por cierto, ya que estás aquí... -dijo Senko, rompiendo el silencio. -Corren rumores de que tu padre está intentando llevar tratos con alguien de la ciudad. ¿Es eso cierto?
\-Mhhh... Eso es información confidencial.
\-¡No me jodas, tío! ¡Te recuerdo que te acabo de salvar de morir por quedarte sin una maldita gota de sangre!
\-Nadie te lo pidió...
Aquellas palabras le sentaron fatal al tigre.
\-Ya veo... Menuda forma de agradecer las cosas. Por un momento pensaba que eras diferente de tu padre, pero veo que...
\-¡¡Ni una maldita comparación con él!! -Senko se quedó de piedra al oir el grito del otro, que había abierto los ojos y le miraba enfurecido. -¡¡Que él sea un cabrón de mierda no implica a que yo lo sea!! ¡¡Si no te lo digo, es para no ponerte el peligro!!
Una ráfaga de viento entró en la habitación, tirando un cuadro al suelo que nadie recogió, mientras los dos tigres se miraban al unísono.
\-¿Tan grave es ese asunto? -dijo Senko.
\-Si... -respondió el otro. -Por lo que he podido averiguar, los tratos los está llevando con un tal Stallion. Es uno de los descendientes de las primeras generaciones derivadas de Pelz. Según tengo oido, de esta forma nos llegarán mas reservas para el próximo invierno. -añadió.
\-Pero eso no tiene demasiada lógica. Nosotros mismos podemos cazar y conseguir nuestra comida...
\-Si... Pero parece ser que esta vez no será posible. -añadió el tigre. -Los humanos, en su momento, degeneraron tanto la capa de ozono que a pesar de que nosotros hemos evitado seguir contaminando, el daño persistirá durante mucho tiempo. No detuvimos lo que ellos llamaban el cambio climático, solo lo ralentizamos... Pero parece ser que cada vez hará mas frío en esta zona.
\-Menuda mierda...
\-Lo sé... -contestó Tora. -En fin... No se lo cuentes a nadie. Si te lo he dicho es para salvar la deuda que tengo contigo. Saberlo ha implicado el dolor que llevo ahora.. Ahora... Déjame descansar.
Senko observó como Tora cerraba los ojos para dormir un rato, y luego, se separó del marco de la ventana para salir de la habitación y dejarle dormir en paz un rato. Cerró la puerta tras de sí, y observó el largo pasillo en el que se encontraba. A su derecha existía la figura de un tigre con una pata sobre un montón de cadáveres y alzando la cabeza con las mandíbulas abiertas, heroico. Senko se dió la vuelta y se fué caminando por el otro lado, lleno de puertas, hasta que llegó a las escaleras, que bajó, y continuó por otro pasillo aún mas grande, hasta que llegó a una puerta doble.
Al entrar en ella, lo que encontró fue una extensa biblioteca llena de pergaminos, completamente vacía. Se repartían en diferentes columnas redondeadas dependiendo del símbolo Kanji inicial, y aunque eso parecía una locura, a ellos les iba de maravilla. Fué caminando entre las columnas, hasta que topó con una reja de metal que partía la biblioteca en dos, impidiéndole avanzar. Al otro lado, habían otras tres columnas mas, pintadas de rojo, donde se encontraban los documentos prohibidos del Joshi.
\-Veo que has vuelto, Senko.
Una voz le hizo girarse sobre si mismo para observar a una rellenita tigresa de una edad muy avanzada. Iba vestida con un traje azulado, típico de los que se encargaban de proteger los escritos y llevaba un pergamino en la mano. Avanzó hacia Senko, y le miró sonriente, tocándole el morro con cariño.
\-Algo así. -contestó Senko.
\-Dime, ¿Vienes a buscar algún documento en particular?
\-Si... De ahí dentro.
La bibliotecaria miró hacia donde señalaba y negó con la cabeza.
\-¿Piensas meterte otra vez en líos?
\-Casi que si. Los rumores son muy vagos, pero cobran cada vez vida. Decidme: ¿Sabéis algo de las nuevas de la semana? ¿Algo sobre un tal Stallion?
\-Mhhhh... -la bibliotecaria miró a los alrededores, y negó con la cabeza. -No... Pero ya sabes... *Que los rumores andan.*
Senko tuvo cuenta de esas palabras, y se dió la vuelta, dirigiéndose hasta una silla de madera. Esperó un poco, mientras oía los pasos de la tigresa en la zona prohibida, y cuando la vió salir, sonrió levemente, incorporándose de nuevo, y yendo hacia ella.
\-Recuerda que me estoy jugando el cuello por hacerte este favor, pequeño. -dijo. -Así que procura ser breve, ¿Entendido? Si lo hago es porque confío en tí... Llevamos ya mucho tiempo conociéndonos. No me defraudes.
\-Si.
La tigresa dudó un momento, pero luego le pasó un pergamino rojo, con una cinta dorada, que contenía la inscripción al inglés de "Stallion". Lo miró un rato, y luego, saludó de forma cortés a la bibliotecaria, y se escondió el pergamino bajo la ropa, saliendo rápidamente de allí para dirigirse hacia su escondite. Si alguien se preguntara porque se estaba metiendo en aquellos asuntos, era simplemente porque temía la situación del clan: Desde que llegó el lobo azul cuando era pequeño, todo habían sido problemas. Y aquello avecinaba con ser lo último para hundirles a todos. Pero lo mas importante, era porque quería saber cual eran las razones para haber maltratado a Tora por averiguarlo.
Fué hasta las escaleras, y saludó educadamente a otro tigre que pasaba por ahí, de alto rango, para luego dirigirse a la parte de debajo de los escalones. Procurando ver que nadie se acercaba, sacó las cajas que tapaban una pequeña puertecilla, y con esfuerzo, se introdujo en ella, llegando hasta una sala oscura que contenía una simple mesa con una vela: Su única fuente de iluminación. Cerró la puertecilla tras de sí, y dejó el pergamino en la mesa. Luego, haciendo uso de su vista nocturna, buscó las dos piedras que utilizaba para encender la vela, y las hizo chocar entre si con el hilo de la vela entremedio, que rápidamente prendió fuego.
\-Bien...
Dejó las piedras a un lado, y puso la vela en el otro, lo mas lejos posible del pergamino. Luego, cogió este, y lo desató, desenrollando con cuidado, y mirando con atención su contenido. Se quedó de piedra al ver que los símbolos que componían la lectura eran ilógicos: Estaban mezclados entre sí, y algunos estaban incluso al revés. Senko se llevó una zarpa a la cabeza, preguntándose que carajo era aquello.
\-Me lo tendría que haber temido. -se dijo a si mismo. -¿Y ahora que hago?
Estuvo largo rato meditando, y luego, cogió un pergamino en blanco de un cajón, una pluma con tinta, y empezó a intentar reordenar los signos, pero el resultado era inútil: Se podían mezclar de cualquier modo, y aquello no tenía sentido alguno. Se levantó, con el pergamino en la zarpa, intentando averiguar cual podía ser la solución. *Los rumores andan...* ¿Que significaba aquello? ¿Era para resolver el acertijo?
"Pero no puedo salir por ahí como si nada." -pensó. "Es una completa locura. Comprometería enormemente a la abuela. Y sin embargo...
Senko decidió apostar la situación a todo o nada. Cogió el pergamino ya abierto, para ir mas deprisa, apagó la vela, y abrió un poco la puertecilla, y en cuanto vio que no había nada, salió al exterior y empezó a mirar los símbolos. Sin embargo, estos continuaban exactamente igual, no había ni un solo cambio. ¿En que erraba?
"Que carajo hay que hacer?" se preguntó, rompiéndose la cabeza en averiguarlo. ¿Echar agua? ¿Correr? ¿Airearlo? ¿Que era?
Y entonces *lo vio.*
Fué un momento apenas, pero de repente, le dió la sensación de que todo el pergamino entero se llenaba de símbolos. Se detuvo un momento cuando estos desaparecieron, y se quedó desilusionado. ¡Había estado tan cerca...! Gruñó por debajo, y avanzó de nuevo, viendo de repente otra vez los símbolos. ¿Como era posible?
La luz.
Senko retrocedió un poco, y miró a través de la ventana. Cogió el pergamino, y procuró mirarlo a transluz, un momento en el cual pudo ver perfectamente toda la escritura. Sonriente, lo cerró, y echó a correr a su habitación. Con cuidado de no hacer demasiado ruido, se acercó hasta la ventana, procurando de paso mirar si Tora estaba dormido. Desplegó el pergamino con cuidado, y miró de nuevo a trasluz, intentando leer.
"Lo que me temía... Entre lo que me ha comentado Tora y lo que dice aquí, me da la sensación de que esto no va a ir bien."
\-¿Tora?
De poco le fué a Senko que no se le cayera el pergamino. Lo cogió casi en el aire, y se dió la vuelta rápidamente para comprobar de quien era esa voz femenina. La puerta abierta daba paso a una conejilla de pelaje blanco y orejas grandes, que con sus ojos cristalinos, observaba el entorno. De asustó, a juzgar por la expresión de su rostro, al ver el estado de Tora, y cerró la puerta detrás de ella, yendo hacia el tigre.
\-No hagas ruido, está durmiendo. -murmuró Senko. La coneja se detuvo bruscamente, y luego empezó a girar alrededor de la cama para ver a Tora con atención. Luego, volvió la vista a Senko.
\-¿Que le ha ocurrido? -preguntó.
\-Le han... "Maltratado". -argumentó Senko. -Déjale descansar, ha sufrido mucho.
\-Otra vez...
\-¿Otra vez?
Senko depositó el pergamino encima del mueble, y luego volvió la vista a la coneja.
\-¿Quien... eres tu?
\-Soy Ane. Hace poco me trajeron aquí para ayudar a Tora, concretamente desde que su padre inició los tratados.
"Vaya... Osea que tiene que ver con Stallion." -pensó Senko.
\-Bien... -dijo le tigre. -Ahora explícame eso de "Otra vez".
\-Pues... No se si debería...
\-Creo que sí. Si no le llego a encontrar se muere. Canta.
La coneja miró a Tora, y luego a Senko.
\-Bueno... Tora tiene un pequeño problema con su padre. -dijo mientras se acercaba al tigre. -Digamos que cuando le conocí hace poco, descubrí que solía sentirse algo incómodo con sus compañeros. No quería ni siquiera aproximarse a ellos, y al fijarme, decidí preguntárselo...
\-¿Y?
\-Sus sentimientos son de aire homosexual. -afirmó Ane con un suspiro. -Como se sentía mas a gusto con *ellos* y a la defensiva con aquellas que intentaban seducirle... Ya sabes, con la intención de quedarse con él por ser el heredero, pues intenté hablar con él. Y le ayudé a descubrirlo.
Senko se quedó de piedra al oir aquello.
\-Alguien nos escuchó dialogar. -murmuró Ane. -Le cogieron, y le maltrataron, pero pensé que ya se había acabado...
\-Esta vez lo hicieron porque escuchó lo que no debía. -dijo Senko. -¿Los tratos que está llevando el Joshi son para un tal Stallion?
\-No lo sé... Me trajeron con la intención de llevar la respuesta. Soy algo así como la mensajera.
\-¿Y que tiene el mensaje de ida?
\-Bueno... No se quien es, pero le ha comunicado al padre de Tora que necesita que le deje a tres de sus mejores guerreros, y si le es posible coger, a un mestizo. Dice que últimamente ha sufrido muchos atentados y que necesita protección. Y a cambio, se encargará de llevar comida.
\-Me lo suponía... Tres guerreros. -Senko cogió el pergamino, y se lo enseñó a Ane. -No debería hacerlo, pero eres su mejor amiga por lo que veo, es mejor que lo sepas. -dijo. -Se ve a trasluz.
Ane cogió el pergamino, y lo leyó un poco. Estuvo largo rato así, hasta que al final, se detuvo.
\-¿Estás seguro que es esa persona?
\-Creo que sí. -dijo Senko. -O eso es lo que me dijo Tora. Ese Stallion va a causarnos problemas.
\-Dios... Sus mejores guerreros...
\-No se os puede dejar solos a ninguno de los dos.
La voz de Tora interrumpiendo la conversación les detuvo de inmediato, y ambos giraron la cabeza para verle mejor. Tenía los ojos abiertos, y les estaba mirando a ambos con el ceño fruncido.
\-Realmente sois un par de locos. ¿Que estáis tramando?
\-Tora... -empezó Senko. Miró a Ane un momento y añadió. -Solo... Estábamos mirando si la información que tenemos los dos es la correcta o no.
\-¿Y habéis llegado a una conclusión? Os la diré yo: No os metáis donde no os llaman.
Tora giró la cabeza, y Senko miró a Ane un rato. Al ver que esta no reaccionaba, se levantó, y corrió hacia el otro lado, intentando captar la atención de Tora.
\-Escucha, se que esto no es de nuestra incumbencia, pero tu tampoco tenías que haberlo sabido y sin embargo lo descubriste, ¿no?
\-Ya te lo dije: Información confidencial. Tengo acceso a ella.
\-Hace un momento dijiste que te habían maltratado por haberlo descubierto.
Tora se quedó callado durante unos instantes, mirando a Senko un rato. Luego, el tigre vió como el heredero apretaba las garras con fuerzas en la cama.
\-Seguro que no fué por eso... -murmuró, confesándose. -Seguro que fue... Por mis sentimientos.
Tora cerró los ojos, y Senko lo observó con comprensión, apoyando luego una zarpa encima de la de él, intentando calmarlo. Lo comprendía, comprendía perfectamente por lo que estaba pasando, aunque nunca se había temido que por ser diferente al resto lo iban a maltratar.
\-Estate aquí esta noche, Tora. -dijo. Luego volvió la vista a Ane. -Si puedes, ver a pedir cena para tres. Si preguntan, inventa algo, lo que sea para que resulte creíble. -luego bajó el tono de voz, y susurró. -Me da que vamos a dejar de tener... la paz actual.
\-¿A que te refieres?
\-Tu hazlo.
La coneja suspiró cabreada y se levantó rápidamente. Luego, pisando fuerte, se fué de la habitación, cerrando la puerta fuertemente.
\-Menudo carácter gasta, ¿eh? -dijo Senko intentando romper el hielo. En cuanto vió que Tora se calmaba, le dejó ir.
\-¿Que querías decir con eso? -le preguntó Tora.
\-Bueno... No lo sé con total exactitud, pero por las tres historias que sé, algo me temo. -explicó Senko. -Por una parte, tenemos lo que has contado, y por otra parte, lo que le ha dicho Ane. Pero lo que mas me da miedo es lo que contiene esa escritura que a juzgar por su calidad, me da que lo trajeron hace poco. Yo incluso apostaría que debió de escribirlo tu padre o uno de sus escribas a traves de sus palabras para tenerle clasificado.
\-¿Y que dice ese pergamino?
Senko se levantó, y con paso tranquilo, lo cogió y lo abrió, leyéndolo atentamente.
\-"Stallion Bruss, cuarenta años. Especie: Caballo. Ha estudiado bachillerato y carrera de ciencias. Lleva el apellido Bruss, familia que participó en el proyecto Pelz y en sus posteriores creaciones generaras de esta, y actualmente trabaja en la empresa que fundó esta idea, en proyectos altamente secretos y desconocidos." -cerró el pergamino y miró a Tora. -El resto no tiene demasiada importancia. Pero no me fío de la gente de ciudad, mucho menos de un Bruss, cuando su familia se puso a jugar a ser Dioses. Dime, ¿Que crees que hará con su petición?
\-¿A que te refieres?
\-Me refiero a que si lo requiere, puede ponerse a "probar" a aquellos a los cuales enviemos. ¿No crees?
\-No entiendo... ¿Y de que le serviría? Tiene a mas gente en la ciudad. ¿Porqué nosotros?
\-Eso es lo que no logro averiguar... Pero quizás lo ha hecho en plan general para conseguir algo mucho mas próximo... Pero eso es lo que no logro averiguar.
\-Mhhh... Quizás... Tienes razón... Oye... ¿Puedes darme la vuelta? Estoy harto de estar boca abajo.
\-Si, claro. Espera que te ayudo.
Dejó el pergamino en su lugar, y se subió a la cama de rodillas para poderle dar la vuelta. Lo hizo poco a poco, procurando no hacerle demasiado daño ni tampoco abrir sus heridas, y durante el proceso, se tambaleó un poco. Perdió el equilibrio, y acabó cayendo casi encima de Tora, aguantándose por poco.
Tora, que ya estaba completamente boca arriba, se quedó helado al notar a Senko tan cerca de él, sus cuerpos tocándose prácticamente, y viendo como Senko no realizaba ningún movimiento para separarse de él. Ambos estuvieron largo rato en esa posición, y Senko notaba como se le subía la sangre a la cabeza por la situación en la que se encontraban. De repente, empezó a notar cierto miedo al ver como Tora hacía el esfuerzo por incorporarse un poco, mientras que él prácticamente ni se movía, notando los roces entre ambos cuerpos, como le cogía con cuidado la zarpa, y como su morro se iba aproximando cada vez mas a su oreja. Tragó saliva, sin saber que hacer, la respiración cada vez mas acelerada
\-Me gustaría saber cuanto tiempo eres capaz de mantenerte así.
En cuanto escuchó el comentario de Tora, se apartó rápidamente, y se avergonzó un poco al ver a este echarse de nuevo mientras se reía. La verdad es que no le veía la gracia por ningún lado, si tenía que ser sincero.
\-¿Ya estas contento? -le preguntó Senko mirando a otro lado.
\-Si. Ya tengo lo que quería. -dijo, orgulloso. Luego volvió la vista hacia la ventana, y sonrió levemente. -Es increible... ¿Sabes? Cuando descubrí mi condición... No se... Me sentí mucho mejor. -explicó. -Al principio, no sabía lo que me ocurría. Me sentía peor... Si no llega a ser por Ane, quizás continuaría igual.
\-Cuando uno tiene un padre como el tuyo, es imposible saber cuales son tus verdaderos sentimientos. -contestó Tora. -Estás muy cerca de él, y te influye bastante. Pero el corazón es muy fuerte, y eso hace contradecir a las personas. -volvió la vista a Tora, y añadió. -Tienes algo de suerte, por eso. Si otro se hubiera descubierto, estaría muerto instantáneamente. Y me pregunto yo porqué.
\-Supongo que es porque contradice a nuestra naturaleza.
\-En ese caso... Debería ponerse en su situación. -contestó Senko. -Si le pasara lo mismo que a tí... Seguro que reaccionaría de forma distinta.
\-Es posible... Pero no puedo hacerle entender, ya has visto como he acabado. Mandó a unos guardias a que me... Violaran, para que coño. Vamos a decirlo con sus palabras, me violaron. -admitió. -Y lo hizo a ver si con el dolor conseguía hacerme cambiar.
\-¿Y lo ha conseguido?
\-Claro que no. -admitió Tora. -Pero estoy harto, y pienso largarme de aquí.
Senko observó un momento a Tora, y luego se puso a reír.
\-¿Que tiene tanta gracia?
\-Nada... -logró decir Senko cuando acabó de reír -¿Sabes lo que ocurrirá si intentas escapar?
\-Lo sé... Por eso pienso planearlo bien. -añadió el tigre. -Además... No iré solo. Se de dos que me van a acompañar.
\-¿A que te refieres?
Tora le miró con atención y sonrió.
\-Acércate y te lo digo.
Senko tragó saliva al oír la proposición, pero luego cogió aire y volvió a subirse de rodillas, aproximándose a él. Mantuvo una distancia prudencial, pero al ver que Tora no podía moverse, decidió aproximarse mas a él. Sin darse cuenta, Tora aprovechó para mover la cola con un ágil movimiento, y le hizo tambalearse, cayendo encima de él, momento que aprovechó el heredero para abrazarle.
\-Shhh... Tranquilo. -le susurró al oído. Podía notar como su corazón palpitaba cada vez con mas fuerza al notarse los dos tan cerca el uno del otro. -Escucha... Ni tu no yo vamos a durar dos días mas aquí, ¿Verdad? Vamos... Admítelo... *Lo se.* -dijo Tora. Senko no añadió nada, si no que se mantuvo en tragar saliva, escuchando el resto de la conversación. -Mañana mismo empezaré a planear cosas... tardaré muchos meses, lo sé... Pero si tu quieres... Podemos planearlo entre los dos. -admitió. -Dime... ¿Quieres vivir como a tí te gustaría?
\-Si...
\-En ese caso... No intentes irte solo.
Y en ese momento, Tora despertó.
Se llevó la zarpa a la cabeza, respirando aceleradamente, y notando las luces de las rendijas que componían la persiana dándole en toda la cara. Sin embargo, no hizo ningún movimiento para evitarlo. Se incorporó un poco hasta quedarse sentado en la cama, con la espalda apoyada en la pared, mirando de calmarse un poco, mientras notaba el corazón latirle con fuerza.
¿Una pesadilla? No, mas bien había sido un sueño, un recuerdo del pasado. Se miró el pelaje, descubriendo que lo tenía completamente húmedo por el sudor y revuelto y se salió de la cama de inmediato. De repente se sintió mareado, y se apoyó a una pared para evitar caerse. ¿Cuantos días llevaba sin comer ya? Bastantes.
Con cuidado, y poco a poco, miró de mantener el equilibrio. Luego, empezó a andar hacia la puerta, con la intención de ir al baño y darse una ducha. Sin embargo, en cuanto abrió empezó a escuchar varias voces, y recordó lo ocurrido: Shinke, Ane, Odayaka y Baka habían venido a su casa para dialogar sobre la situación.
\-Me parece que Tora ya se ha despertado. -oyó decir a la orca. Escuchó como se levantaba y se acercaba hacia él, sonriendo. -Joder, tio, ¿Que te has puesto a hacer los cien metros lisos alrededor de tu habitación? ¿O practicabas el salto del tigre?
\-Que gracioso. -le espetó Tora. -Anda, no me vengas con esos chistes malos, que me sientan fatal.
\-Lo supongo. -contestó Odayaka. -Ponte algo encima y ven con nosotros un momento, tenemos algo que quizás te interesa saber.
\-Eso espero... Quiero sacarme de la cabeza este maldito sueño.
\-¿Sueño? -Tora avanzó hasta el baño, de donde sacó la bata que se puso encima, y luego siguió a la orca en dirección a la cocina, que le continuaba preguntando: -¿Que sueño?
\-Uno... Mas bien un recuerdo del pasado... Un tal Senko... Antes de descubrir que me había enamorado de Bryce. -explicó Tora mientras sacaba una botella de leche de la nevera. -Ane, ¿Tu te acuerdas de él?
Ane, la coneja, que había estado jugando a las cartas con Shinke, alzó la vista un momento para verle mejor.
\-Si. -contestó ella. -Como para no acordarse. ¿A que viene esa pregunta ahora?
\-Nada... He soñado el día que nos encontramos los tres por primera vez.
\-Ah, ya... El día que descubrimos quien era Stallion, ¿Verdad?
\-Sí, la mano derecha de Leon. -añadió Tora. Luego se dirigió hacia el resto con el vaso de leche en la zarpa, y dijo. -Bueno, ¿Que queríais enseñarme?
\-¡Ah! ¡Esto! -vió como Odayaka iba hasta el televisor, y lo encendía, poniendo en marcha el vídeo. -Toma, a ver que te parece.
Tora observó la cinta con curiosidad, en la cual se mostraban las imágenes grabadas del canal de notícias. En ellas salía la calle en la que Tora encontró los cuerpos de los dos trabajadores de Doreis, llena de sangre, y con los dos hombres ahí, tirados al suelo.
\-No veo nada yo. -contestó el tigre. -Nada.
\-Tu eres cegato. Mira de nuevo. -añadió Odayaka. Observó como este rebobinaba un poco y luego congelaba la imágen. -Ahí, ¿Ves?
Se escuchó en ese momento un vaso de cristal rompiéndose.
En esa imagen había algo que Tora había pasado por alto. Se acercó con cuidado, cada vez mas a la televisión, con la intención de comprobar si era cierto y no un espejismo, pero en contra de lo que se imaginaba, lo que veía era cierto: Era una huella, y no humana... Ni tampoco suya.
\-Es de Bryce, ¿Verdad? -dijo la orca. -Me jugaría mi carrera de padre a ello, y ya sabes como la aprecio.
\-No... Puede ser...
\-Pues bienvenido al País de Nunca Jamás, donde tus sueños se hacen realidad.
\-Tora, -se interpuso Shinke. -Quizás nos estamos equivocando... Pero, ¿Y si es él?
\-Es imposible... Es humano... Al... Al no ser que...
\-¿Que qué?
\-Que encontrara el medicamento adecuado. -añadió Tora. -Bryce tomaba un medicamento que le mantenía en forma humana y le bloqueaba la memoria residencial. Quizás encontró el remedio.
\-¿Así tan de repente?
\-Es posible... Pero eso no me preocupa. -dijo Tora. -Si esto es cierto, entonces es que Bryce sigue vivo... Aún tengo la oportunidad de irle a buscar.
\-¿Pero tu estás loco? ¡¡No sabes ni siquiera a donde ha ido!!
\-Shinke tiene razón, cosa rara. -añadió Odayaka.
\-Si sé donde puede haber ido... Al clan. -admitió Tora. -Allí fué donde nos enamoramos... Allí es donde quizás está...
\-Pero esa alternativa, ademas de poco probable, es inalcanzable. No puedes volver al clan, ¿Te acuerdas?
\-Si... Con ayuda de Senko. -admitió Tora. -Se escapó con Bryce y conmigo, y luego se dispuso a trabajar. No se donde está, pero no tardaré en dar con él. -se incorporó y cogió aire. -Él quizás sabe la forma de entrar.
\-¿Y si no está allí?
\-Me da igual... -contestó el tigre, y miró a la ventana, donde brillaba una bonita puesta de sol. -Pero no pienso detenerme, Odayaka... Si Bryce está vivo... Voy a ir a por él.
\-¿Y luego?
\-Luego...
*Continuará*
**Notas del autor:**
*Al ver la que organicé poniendo un posible final, decidí pedir disculpas escribiendo este capítulo y el siguiente en forma de Crossovers de tal forma que cada una relatara mas cosas de la trama, mas concreta sobre el pasado de los dos personajes protagonistas.*
*Con este capítulo nos aproximamos ya al ecuador de la historia. Si, ya veis lo corta que es, pero procuraré que sea intensa en todos los sentidos. Como siempre, ya Sabéis que estoy abierto a todo tipo de comentários (Me encantan, los recibo con los brazos abiertos y aprendo de ellos) y agradezco desde aquí a Lizardman por haberme avisado de las dos pifiadas que habían en este capítulo y en el anterior.*
*Y si habéis leído hasta aquí, muchísimas gracias y espero que no os haya decepcionado. ¡Nos vemos en el siguiente capítulo!* |
Black Mouse by foozzzball | #22 of The world of the Spirit of '67 - :// 2106, City of Minneapolis, University of Minnesota. \* His spit tasted tasted like acid. Not quite acid, no. The ph-controlled disinfectants they used to wash his mouth and throat out with, during endoscopy. He could nearly feel the obscene little twitch | [
"Depression",
"Drama",
"M/F",
"Marsupial",
"Mouse",
"Romance",
"Sci-Fi"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51517-black-mouse | :// 2106, City of Minneapolis, University of Minnesota.
\*
His spit tasted tasted like acid. Not quite acid, no. The ph-controlled disinfectants they used to wash his mouth and throat out with, during endoscopy. He could nearly feel the obscene little twitch of something cold and metal halfway down his throat, even though it'd been fifteen years.
"So what we are saying, Troy, is that you do not have very much by way of results, hm? Impressive results, but..." Professor Lowell tilted his head slowly with an indulgent smile.
Troy glanced down at his hands. He wanted to be here, out front in the disused classroom the faculty had loaned him for his doctorate interview. He'd begged and pleaded and spent years working at it.
He carefully worked at ink smeared underneath his right thumbnail, curved and clawlike, with his left hand's fingernails. The false black furred hand looked like it was natural, but prosthetic's fingernails were too hard. They scratched out white curls of keratin from underneath his thumbnail, rather than just the ink.
It just marked him as different. More different than he already was, standing in front of the three humans, his long naked mouse's tail twisting with stress behind him.
"Uhm." Troy swallowed at the spit. He lifted a hand to wipe across the side of his snout, try and get the itching in his fur to go away. He frowned a little, bowed his head again. He'd wanted to be here. He thought he'd be okay with an audience of just three. He'd gotten up and spoken in front of more people before, but this was worse.
This was worse because they talked back, stared at him, evaluated him. Like doctors performing an examination. Even though that's precisely what they were doing, in a way of speaking. He tried licking his lips, but the dampness felt clammy after a second. Like a layer of grease.
"Well. The thing is, with the results. Uh." He gestured back at the screen, with the diagram he'd prepared. "The, uhm. The thing is, that there's only been one successful test burn of the reactor, as the other eleven failed."
"Failed?" Prof. Lowell cocked an eyebrow, turning over a stylus in his hands slowly.
"Well, uh." Troy's gaze flickered between Lowell and the other two. Dr. Fanner and Professor Rochester weren't saying anything. But then again, they didn't have a fraction of Lowell's academic clout.
Troy cleared his throat, dragging his fingertips over the presentation table in front of him. "The, uhm. The prepared fuel mix didn't match the simulations. It took longer than expected to fix, so there's only been the one successful burn."
The silence was heavy in the air. Lowell laughed. "A common mistake, the simulations are perfect, an ideal condition, you cannot expect reality to match them without the most precise engineering possible. I remember when we wrote them, the physical capacity to match them was barely in its infancy-"
"Yes, but, uhm." Troy couldn't look up. He could only stare down at Lowell's feet, poking out from behind the empty student's desk. "Since the results, uhm," he waved a hand, felt the fur waft back and forth with the movement, his clothes chafing, "didn't match, I, uh. I recalculated it, and then the results worked out."
Lowell nodded, flipping through the smart paper copy of his thesis, pulling parts of the text along with his stylus. "Yes, so, you improved on the production method? That's not really my speciality, Fanner?" he asked, turning his head.
Fanner shook his head slightly. "The recalculations were elsewhere, if you'd care to look." A phenom in the field of nanoscale structuring. Troy'd borrowed a lot from his work to produce the fuel mix's pellets, the onion-skin of layers that broke down to release fuels at the precise rates. "Section five, appendix seven," he added uncomfortably, hunching his shoulders and slumping back in his chair as if to hide.
Lowell moved through the index, scrolling the pages back and forth, checking between one sheet of smart paper and the next. "So, ah," he went on as he read, "it says here..." He creased his brow, made his fleshy pink skin look like a sinking crescent wave, glossy and oily underneath the classroom's neon lights. The frown cascaded down until the sides of his mouth came down, his flabby jowls tugging at them like lead weights.
Troy cleared his throat again. "By rewriting portions of the simulation to match the experimental data," he babbled, "we... well, I found that I could. Achieve the fission chain which led to a fusion buildup process resulting in Unbiquadium, sparking off-"
Lowell held up a finger for silence, glaring down at the smart paper in his hands.
Rochester cleared her throat, glancing across at Fanner. "What I found of particular significance was the optimisation method you used, Mr. Salcedo. Why Germanium and Iridium?"
"Well, uhm, that was sheer luck actually," Troy pinched at the fur under his lip, crushing his left hand into a fist, trying to release tension, but the polymer muscles just tightened to their precalibrated limit and stuck there. "You see, uh, funny story, I was uhm, just doodling while waiting for someone, and, uh-"
"Excuse me, ah," Lowell's frown seemed deeper. Angrier, making the creases in his forehead deepen into trenches. "How is it, that, ah, modifying the PENCOS simulator software to match your initial results, rather than carefully investigating where the fuel mix failed, ah." He waved a hand. "How do you call that anything but sloppy work?"
"Well, you see, Professor Lowell, uh, the uh, simulator's radioactive decay model just didn't make sense in relation to the first reactor test burns, uhm... but when I rewrote it-"
"He had to rewrite the damn sims to match his results," Lowell laughed mirthlessly, glancing at Fanner, lips drawn back in a tight grin. "What the hell are you doing? Do you have something to prove, mister mouse? They have withstood all experimental data for six years. *Six years*, and you are saying you have found something new? You are saying you have found some new principle by which the laws of physics act that were unknown?"
"The, uh, the *end* results," Troy tried, "though, uh, I'm sure you'll agree are pretty good."
Lowell shook his head, eyes shut lightly just a moment. "No, no, I'm sorry. With these changes to the mathematical models, you are talking in terms of fantasies. The basis behind radioactive decay has been set in stone for hundreds of years. You are a chemist, boy, not a phycisist."
"The, uhm, the relative stability, uh. Uhm, the rapid breakdowns provide a new, uhm..."
"I understand you want to justify it, but this is not the way." Lowell's smile was almost fatherly. "You see now?"
Troy blinked, his eyes felt raw. "I'm sorry. Justify what, exactly, Professor?"
"You. Your background." Lowell grinned a little. "This is absurd. I'm sorry, but you are here at twenty six, trying to do what, exactly? You are somebody's lab mouse, trying to live up to expectations? Trying to make a name for yourself by tearing at established science? No. No, this is pointless," Lowell said, flipping the sheaf of smart paper over. "The results are interesting, but the methods, barely pseudoscience."
Lowell shook his head, getting to his feet. "I am sorry, I really don't understand why the university asked me here."
There was the click of chairs as Lowell struggled out, tucking the back of his shirt down as he left the room.
Fanner glanced down at his screen, scratching at his throat with the back of his stylus. He glanced up briefly at the clatter of the slamming door.
Fanner cleared his throat. "So, uh. Professor Rochester. You were just asking Mr. Salcedo about his optimisation method."
Rochester tore her eyes from the room's door with a shudder. "Ah, yes. Yes I was, ah..." She adjusted her spectacles, the lenses leaking greenish rays of light from the displays for a moment while they refocused. "You were saying there was a bit of a story behind that, Mr Salcedo?"
Troy pinched the bridge of his nose. He forced in a breath. He could breathe, if nothing else. "Ah, yes. Uhm. Funny story, I was just doodling at a remote interface while waiting for someone, uh. You know how it is, and, uh, it must have timed out, so, ah..."
\*
Troy's apartment was small. Empty. The door slammed shut behind him. He got his keys and wallet onto the end of his old workstation before his phone rang. Again.
"Fuck."
He reflexively wrung it out of his pocket, thumbing over the screen to accept the call. "Hello?"
"Mister Salcedo, do you have a response to Professor Theodore Lowell's harsh comments?" His workstation bleeped into life, a messenger interface spinning up on the surface, the caller asking him to accept a link.
"Wrong number," Troy spat back, thumbing his phone off. He stared at it a long moment. It started ringing again almost immediately, the messenger window popping up on his workstation showing a Reuters address. "Fuck!"
Troy declined the call and slumped down onto the ground, back against his desk, naked pink tail grazing against the drawer handles. "Oh fuck," he breathed, covering his face with his hands.
The phone rang. Again.
Troy nearly declined it without thinking, but he risked a glance at the caller icon. A crucifix. He accepted the call.
"There's something on the newsfeeds you should probably see," a tense voice chirped. Troy's own voice, almost. His brother, Turin.
"No shit?" Troy replied, grinning despite himself. The phone bleeped another incoming call. He pulled it away from his ear a moment, leaving it on speaker. He adjusted his privacy settings and set the phone down on the ground next to him.
"I take it you've read it, then?"
"No, I haven't. I gather it's bad. Greg's not returning my calls and the media's after me. What's in it?"
"Summary. Lowell's stopped bitching about religion, media, advertising and all that trash's impact upon the minds of our youth, and has switched over to pseudoscience and cranks, citing one T. Salcedo's thesis as a prime example of where muddied thinking gets us."
"Wow, I guess you're in some kind of trouble, Turin," Troy joked a with a helpless giggle.
"Me? I thought I was going to palm this off on you."
"Gee. Thanks." Troy shook his head. Found his grin slipping away. He rubbed his palms over his eyes lightly.
There was a moment as Turin licked his lips. "What happened? He's saying you're a free quarker now?"
"The PENCOS sims didn't match the reactor test burns. So, I, uh. Wrote a couple of algorithms to modify the half life timing."
"Radioactive decay is, uhm. Pretty much worked out, Troy," Turin said uncertainly.
Troy gestured vaguely at the ceiling. "That's what I thought. But, in relation to high speed exotic material breakdown... Well. I don't know what the hell's going on, but changing it got the simulator to match our results much more closely. Not perfectly, but, closely."
"Fuck. You pissed on Lowell's simulators. You know he's hanging his claims that he's got unified field theory in the bag on those things."
"Well I've got the data to back it up... sort of." Troy sighed. "So he's calling me a free quark advocate?"
"Yeah, that's how he interprets the changes you made. He's comparing you with that crack, Ferdinand."
Troy pulled himself to his feet, lurched over towards his bed. "I didn't think about it like that. I just hacked together something to get things to match up enough I could work out a solution for the fuel mix, you know?"
"He really shouldn't be quoting your thesis anyway, it's not actually released until after the review, is it?"
"That's never stopped him before. God damnit." Troy reached his bed. Stared down at it, turned, just paced the eight feet or so he could in his tiny apartment. "Christ. I don't want to think about what this means."
Turin sucked in breath through his teeth, Troy could hear the hiss. "Bright side. This might be it, Lowell's gone too far this time."
"Bad side. Who the hell's going to back my thesis? Who the hell's going to give me a doctorate now?"
"The University of Minnesota's not going to leave you in the lurch, Troy."
"Yeah? I can't get my calls returned. They've dropped me. Have to have. If they link themselves to some whackjob furry their grants are going to dry up, Turin. They won't back me. Nobody will."
Turin hesitated. "It's just a piece of paper."
Troy shook his head. "You know that's not true as well as I do."
Turin met that with silence. A long one. He'd had his dissertation on optics accepted last year. Old Fred Rodney had led the toast. The first doctorate of many to come, he'd cheered. Fred'd put them back on their feet, shown them that they could excel if they put their minds to it. And Troy had. He'd tried so damn hard...
It felt like a silly dream now.
Turin swallowed. "Uh. You got your privacy settings on? Dallas is trying to get through to me, so's Orleans."
"Yeah I do," Troy winced. "I'll send everybody an E-mail in a minute. I just don't want to think about this right now."
"Yeah," Turin agreed. "It'll turn out okay, somehow. You still coming back down here?"
"Yeah. Might as well." Troy sighed. "The tickets are already booked. Look, I'll talk to you later, alright?"
"Sure."
Troy let go of a harsh breath before picking the phone up and ending the call.
He paused only a second before hitting the only speed dial icon on his phone's desktop. Jennifer's.
It rang once. "Troy? How'd the thesis thing go?"
Troy hesitated a moment. "Not so good."
"What happened?"
Troy swallowed, putting his free hand across his snout. "I'm not really sure. I'm just sure I... I just don't want to know right now."
She wasn't silent long. "Want me to pick you up from the airport?"
"No, uhm. You've got your theatre thing. The Island of Doctor Moreau."
"Sweetie." Her voice was gentle. "You gonna be okay?"
He hesitated again. He tried to form some word, any word. "Yes?" He squeezed his eyes shut. "No." A breath. "I don't know."
"Do you need to stay there? I mean... I could come and visit you there."
"No, uhm. I don't want you to miss your show. You've been looking forward to the production for awhile now."
This time, Jennifer paused. "You're more important to me than that, Troy. You still flying here, then?" They were meant to be celebrating tonight. It was meant to go smoothly. They were meant to have had a lot to celebrate.
Troy wet his lips. "I'd prefer to get out of here, to be honest. So yeah."
"Well. That's good. I made your favourites," she teased.
"That crunchy stuff? with the nuts and, uhm..."
"Yeah." Her voice was soft. She could barely manage to choke down a bite of the cookie-ish lumps she'd worked out how to bake 'on impulse'. Too much fibre and nut husks for her.
She'd claimed to have been struck by inspiration and just whipped it up one day a couple of months back. Not like she'd ever have nearly that much by way of peanut butter and nuts laying around for a baking project.
Not that she seemed the type to embark on baking projects, either. Troy leaned his back against the one clear patch of wall in his apartment, closing his eyes and remembering what it felt like to have her lean against him. Her gentle little hands around his back when they hugged.
"Troy?"
"Mmm. So tell me about something," he said, snapping out of it. He blinked down at the floor.
She paused, amusement ringing clear in her voice. "Something about what?"
"I don't know. Something about anything." Troy sagged back. "I like hearing your voice." He bowed his head. "I need a friendly voice."
"Hmm," she mused. "Well I can tell you about the play. Again."
"Uhm... It's that obvious?" Sometime Troy's mind wandered. She'd told him about the play a few times before, but always... always there'd been something more important to think about. How beautiful she was, how close they'd come to giving up on something wonderful. How many ions he could fit into a given solution, relative particle velocity. The sparkle of her eye.
"You get a little look on your face," she mused. "You'll watch one thing for a long time. Makes me wonder what's going through your mind."
Troy shifted a little. "So. The story."
"You're actually listening this time?"
Troy laughed. "Yes! Yes, I'm listening."
"Okay," she chuckled. "Well, it's about this guy called Edward Prendick, who miraculously survives the sinking of a ship called the *Lady Vain*..."
\*\*\*
//: City of San Iadras, Spirit of '67 adult club/theatre.
\*
There was an archaic little sign in the Spirit of '67s waiting room for the Largest Theatre. That wasn't a relative term, that was its actual name. There was a Littlest Theatre, too.
The sign read, '*please remember to switch off your cellphone*'. Now this was interesting, because the term 'cellphone' was originally the term for a kind of wireless telephony system with something like a dumb console you carried around with you. The end result after the dumb console got smart - which was really just a phone - would pick up by its location whether or not it was in a 'quiet zone' and modify its privacy and sound settings accordingly.
It took Troy awhile to realize that the sign was referring to phones, from a period in time when they didn't moderate themselves. And then he realized what a good idea it was. So he switched his phone off, so that instead of flashing with 'rejected call' every few minutes it just had the default background texture. And then he'd gone into the Largest Theatre and watched the Island of Doctor Moreau.
\*
Edward Prendick fled, his strides carrying him far, feet slamming into the beach sands and driving up plumes of it as he raced for the ocean.
The effect was achieved quite beautifully, between projectors and the watery sheets of plastics that waved and rolled, glistening like water.
A spotlight snapped on and illuminated a stage platform on the left, dressed as though it was a nearby hill. "What are you doing, man?" Cried Montgomery, Moreau's partner in crime. A pair of 'beast men', a couple of wolf furs from the Allbright line with their fur dyed this colour and that, charged past him, bounding off the platform and into the aisles. Montgomery raced after the beasts, down the aisle, past the audience and towards the 'beach'.
Prendick glanced over his shoulder and waded deep into the faux plastic waves. "What am I doing?" He laughed hoarsely. "I'm going to drown myself."
Dr Moreau, a somewhat aged figure, strode up after Montgomery, whilst Montgomery stared out at Prendick, waving the beast men back.
"Why?" Moreau called, curiously, confused.
Prendick seemed wild, 'wading' deeper. "It's better than being tortured by you!"
"I told you so," Montgomery stage-whispered to Moreau.
Moreau shook his head with a half-mutter. He cupped his hands about his mouth to call to Prendick, all the way across the stage, "what makes you think I will torture you?"
"What I saw, and those, yonder," Prendick said, nodding his head in the direction of the beast men now prowling. On the left stage platform, half blanketed by darkness, were the other 'beast people'. Silhouetted against a vague jungle-pattern, there they stood, taking on inhuman postures, knuckle-dragging gaits and standing overstretched toes. Troy could make Jennifer out on the left, her short, blunt tail very different from those of the other furs acting tonight.
"Hush," Moreau snapped, holding a hand up, as though to silence poor Prendick.
"I will not!" Prendick yelled. "They were men, what are they now?" he wailed, pointing again at the 'beast men'. "I at least will not be like them." Heaving for breath, he waved a hand up at the left stage platform. "They were men - men like yourselves, whom you have infected with some bestial taint! Men whom you have enslaved, and whom you still fear." He took a step up the beach, against the surging waters of plastic. "You who listen!"
Prendick turned to the assembled beast men, crying forth, " do you not see these men still fear you? Go in dread of you? Why then do you fear them, you are many-"
Montgomery, suddenly panicked, waved his hands to try for Prendick's attention. "For God's sake! Stop that, Prendick!"
A moment later Moreau joined in the shouting, as if they were trying to drown out Prendick.
And the beast men stared from their little patch of stage, postures almost, but not quite human, and Troy felt a chill go down his spine. When Prendick knew the truth - that the beast folk had been vivisected from animals, not men, his tune would change. He only cared because he thought men had been reduced to beasts, didn't he?
Those were the facts of the world. The wails of one of the animals, half-heard from Prendick's hut earlier in the play, said it all. Their suffering wasn't real to Prendick, was it? It wasn't real to anyone. The average man in the street, when seeing a fur, did not sit down and wonder about the process that went into making them.
Thank God the wails hadn't been too realistic. Troy knew cries of pain all too well. Most furs didn't. Most hadn't been under the knife in the research programmes.
Troy shuffled about uncomfortably for much of the play. Yes, it got his mind off his latest set of problems, but it reminded him of an old set.
He was pleasantly surprised, though. Prendick sympathised with the poor 'beast men', in time. In principle, Prendick was a scientist. He did not mind pain, or causing suffering, if that was to an end that would lessen it. But this, this was evil, Prendick found. Moreau didn't seem to have any goal beyond humanising, seeing how far he could twist an impossibly advanced Victorian era surgical technique into making men from beasts. It benefitted no one. Worst of all was the way Moreau controlled the beasts, with some kind of dangerous pseudo-religion, placing him as a kind of god.
The story progressed, until chaos began to reign. Montgomery and Moreau were killed. And for a heartbeat, all seemed well. The rudimentary lab was destroyed, and as Jennifer's character had crooned at Prendick, 'the house of pain is gone.'
But it *wasn't* gone... Even though the character she'd been portraying suddenly knew a freedom from her own house of pain, a place of vivisection and torture, Troy knew he wasn't free of his. Not in his dreams, anyway.
He shivered, forced his mind back onto the play.
Things fell towards absolute chaos. The beast folk had tasted blood, slowly began to revert, losing their humanity. Some died, pouring gaudy fake blood across the stage. Shot by Prendick, killed by one another.
Jennifer's character was one of the last to die, torn at by an actor with mismatched dyes on his fur, representing the parts of different animals he had been impossibly built from. The violence was only fictional, but Troy's heart stopped for a moment.
The way Jennifer fell and lay twisted screamed of hurt and pain, tore an aching pain into his gut. But Prendick came forth and, in a melee Troy wasn't really paying attention to, shot the beastly murderer. Troy hadn't really noticed it. He'd been too busy staring at poor Jennifer, still and lifeless, but for the merest suppressed flutter of breath. It was fiction, he reminded himself. There was nothing wrong with fiction. It wasn't real.
As the stage lights dipped briefly for a scene change, Troy wrung his hands together. He swallowed down air, looked down at his hands. She'd left the stage during the lights down, but he could still see her in his head. Wrapped in the weird white clothes of the beast folk, torn and ragged. Her canine snout flat against the ground, her jaw a little limp, her long red hair straggled and dirt encrusted, pooled around her head like blood.
Maybe the worst part was the way her tawny yellow fur had pressed against the stage floor. Pressed down and flaring out, away from the weight of her body. Individual hairs creeping out over the perfectly flat surface, their tips clinging to the moisture in the fake blood, almost sucking the hairs down.
Real blood did that to fur too, on surgery tables.
Finally there was the resolution. Prendick returning to civilisation, maddened by his experiences on the island. Looking every which way, at the hard working class of the stage's Victorian England and seeing instead thuggish brutes of doggish beast men. At fine aristocrats and seeing cats, human actors trading places with furs in the artfully choreographed crowd on stage.
The ending was happy, in a sense. There was always solitude, for Prendick. solitude, away from men and beasts both. There was always solitude.
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, 'Furry' District.
Florence and Dallas's place was comfortingly out of the way. Just a few cramped rooms in the back of a residential canyon, a carved out stretch of real estate underneath street level. It wasn't a great one, the lower levels had long ago flooded, were full of floating bits of trash that only got cleaned out once in two months. Rain, dirtied by San Iadras's smog, poured in from the dark skies above. Storm water drains gouted out sprays of greyish water to splatter into the murky water.
On the bright side it was cheap. And there wasn't any rent to pay off, because between the two of them Dallas and Florence had actually managed to pay off the mortgage in just under five years. And it was homey.
Florence, marked by an almost too-clean white shirt, opened the door before Troy and Jennifer had even reached it. "Troy!" Florence stepped out, barrelling into Troy with a sudden, tight hug. "I'm so glad you're here, it's pandemonium in there."
"Missed you too." Troy patted Florence back lightly, tail curling a little. Christ, it felt good to see his brother. He glanced up with a smile at Jennifer, who offered a wink and a smile, shifting her covered baking tray in her grip.
"Let me take that for you, Jennifer," Florence offered hurriedly. He frowned a little. "Uh, what is it?"
"Sort of, uh. Biscuits, really. I know Troy likes them."
Florence bobbed his head quickly. "Thank you. Uhm." He took the tray from her and hurrying inside. "Shoes, uhm, shoes..." He waved a hand awkwardly before ducking into the kitchen.
Troy stepped just inside, holding Jennifer's hand lightly while she stepped out of her high heels with a slightly bemused expression. She grinned up at Troy. "What does Florence do, again?"
Troy struggled out of his own pair, glancing around. "He teaches geotechnical engineering."
She left her high-heeled shoes neatly beside a long row of rain-dampened shoes, most custom made for the unique feet of their owners. "Mmm. I thought it was geology. I was going to make a little joke about him not wanting other people to bring his work home with them..."
Troy couldn't help snickering, looking back at the mud and damp smeared doormat, the door shutting itself behind them. "Oh, uh. Well it's close enough to geology."
Florence and Dallas's was white-walled, fastidiously clean between the two of them. Florence popped out of the kitchen a moment later, brushing his hands down his front. "Everyone's here," he said, leading them through to the living room.
A couple of tables had been pushed together, the styles mismatched, forming a dining table of sorts, mismatched chairs all around. Philadelphia was still dressed as though he'd walked out of an office, a pair of spectacles hanging from his breast pocket. He was playing chess with Turin again, who looked so serious, so very serious in his tattered old 'The one eyed man is king in the land of the blind' sweatshirt, a little tight now that he'd grown up.
Dallas - it had to be Dallas - was sitting on an inflatable love seat pulled up to the table with his tail curled up around his knees, doodling equations in spilled salt while Nadine, a slim grey tabby femme, curled around him, watching lazily.
Saigon leaned across the table, pushing aside one of the plates to make space, sprinkling more salt out. He reached up to flip a fringe of artificially white hair back, almost phosphorescent under the bulbs. That was new. But the way he encouraged Dallas wasn't.
Anne, the woman Saigon had married, edged around the cramped table with the neck of her guitar in one hand, her tattooed fingers already arrayed along the strings, grinning viciously and ready to strike as soon as she got behind her husband.
Florence waved his hands frantically, shaking his head. "Not again!"
"Uhm." Saigon glanced back. "*Honey*?" He gestured at the salt on the table, cringing.
Anne sagged, jaw slack. "Aw come on, it was going to be *priceless.*"
Dallas glanced up only briefly, snuggling back under Nadine's arm. "So, uhm. That's uhm... that's why they twinkle." He bit his lip, looking at the sketchily formed equations. "I think the math's kinda pretty. Simplified abstraction, but pretty."
Nadine just hugged him, even though Dallas was curled up in a tight little ball. "How's it pretty?"
"It's, uhm." Dallas frowned. "It all evens out, but it doesn't. It's chaotic, like weather, it always changes, uhm..."
"Rook blocks the mate," Philadelphia offered distractedly, glancing along the table. He grinned, suddenly, white teeth bright against his black fur. "Hey Troy! When'd you get in?"
Turin didn't look up immediately, hand poised over the board, fingers twitching in protest, whatever masterstroke he'd had now all too efficiently ended.
"God, why didn't you just get a screen?" Florence picked up a napkin and swept at the salt.
"It looks like a nice kind of pandemonium," Jennifer whispered in Troy's ear.
Sure it was cramped, and it was a little difficult to squeeze in everybody around the table. Sure Florence griped about the salt and Anne drove Saigon crazy with little pranks. Sure the meal was a little too dry, and the filter jug spilled all over, and they ran out of fruit juice too fast.
Sure it wasn't perfect. That's exactly why it was.
\*
"No, no." Troy shook his head, leaning over the chess board. "In this situation you want a fork, rather than a skewer." He moved his empty coffee cup aside and propped himself up over the table with an arm.
Dallas's nose twitched. He scratched it. "But the rook's worth five points, to the knight's three."
"Don't listen to them, honey," Saigon advised, rubbing Anne's shoulders as she stared at the board. "Castle the king."
Dallas straightened in his seat next to Nadine. "But then she's gonna-"
Saigon waved a hand frantically, putting a finger to his lips.
Anne twisted around, glancing back at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you sabotaging me?"
"No. Never." Saigon pulled back, folding his arms as though offended. "How could you think that? Huh?"
Nadine merely flicked her tail. "You guys have been arguing about this for fifteen minutes. Anne, are you going to move or not?"
"I don't know!" Anne frowned at the board. "How do I castle?"
Philadelphia suppressed a yawn. "The rook moves next to the king's square, the king hops over the rook towards the board edge."
Troy tubbed at his chin. The situation on the board was interesting. It lacked focus. Missed opportunities in the earlier turns had led into a situation where any one of a number of profitable moves could be made, by either side. "How come we don't play games like this anymore? Look at this board!"
"It's a mess." Turin flicked at crumbs on his sweatshirt. "Look, last turn what you should've done, Nadine, is move the knight back there, for about three turns it offers the best payoff, in terms of game theory."
Nadine frowned a little. "Game theory?"
Turin took another bite of the biscuit, crunching at it. "Like, uhm. Math," he offered, mouth half full, chewing heavily.
"I'm not a mathematician," Nadine offered levelly.
"Oh, uhm. Well you've got your payoff grids and, uhm..."
Dallas snuggled down against Nadine's side, watching the board carefully. "It's a way of working out what solution's best in terms of payout. And in terms of what your opponent's going to do. It's got a lot to do with statistics."
Turin blinked a little. "Yeah. Oh, hey Jennifer! These're really good." Turin paused to look at his half-eaten biscuit. "What are these, again?"
"A secret recipe," Jennifer replied, stepping in so smoothly beside Troy his first realization she was close was the soft touch of her breath on the side of his face. "How's the game going?" She slowly put her arms around Troy's stomach, leaning over his shoulder to observe the progress.
"Well, uhm..." "It's kind of even, but..." "The trade of bishop for knight..." "You know castling might not be such a bad idea."
Anne scrutinised the board as Saigon showed her how to castle. Again. "I can't believe somebody hasn't computerised this yet. All these rules. Sheesh." She rubbed at her temples.
Saigon laughed. "Oh, uhm. There's a lot of computerised versions, honey. Philly used to write AI for it as a hobby."
Philadelphia straightened, nodding in agreement. "Cobalt Blue's still ranked four in the type one computational limitations division."
"You write competitive AI for it?" Anne spluttered. "You automate it to the point of not needing to play at all, and you still use physical media to play it with?"
"It's, uhm. Traditional?" Philadelphia shrugged awkwardly, slumped back down.
Troy had his eyes shut. He didn't really care that much about the conversation. He cared about the soft movements of Jennifer's breathing as she clung to him. The way he could see her smile from the corner of his eye when he turned his head a little.
"You're not going to try and teach me, are you?" Jennifer asked quietly.
"Not if you don't want me to. I guess it's a pretty archaic game now."
"Mmm," she mused, a throaty reverberation Troy could almost feel through his back.
Dallas had leaned around Nadine, tail idly twitching. "Uhm, Jennifer? I don't suppose there are any of the biscuits left?"
"Sorry Dallas, that was the last plate."
"Oh." Dallas glanced around. "Florence!"
"Florence's on the can," Turin pointed out.
Dallas wriggled his nose. "Oh," he offered again, before edging off the love-seat carefully.
"Where you going?" Nadine asked, tail sagging.
"I think we got some cake for dessert," Dallas said, scratching at his cheek lightly, edging through to the kitchen.
"Cake?" Philadelphia straightened again. "There's cake?"
"What kind?" "There was cake and we were just sitting here?"
Saigon abandoned his wife, calling, "I'll get the plates!"
Jennifer trailed around Troy, sinking back down into her seat. She cocked an eyebrow at him. So. Explain."
Troy settled down, flicking out his tail as he reseated himself on the foot stool. "Explain what?"
"Cake."
Troy smiled. "That's a long story."
"Short version."
Troy turned a little to face her, while the chess game struggled on and Saigon whipped around with empty plates, laying them out across the sides of the table.
"Well. Padre Munez, the father at the orphanage we were put in after the labs shut down. He thought it was ridiculous that this pack of young men, he always called us young men, were so stern and serious much of the time."
Troy shifted aside a little, making space for Saigon to put a plate down. "So he said that if we watered the garden, he'd reward us. We were still all used to doing pretty much anything anyone told us to, so, we didn't give it much thought.
"We were scared we didn't do it right, that we spilled water all over, all that. But that evening, when we were all tired and a little scared." Troy smiled. Shook his head. "The Padre came out, and..." He picked up the empty plate, set it down with great ceremony and care. He grinned. "Cake."
"Cake," Jennifer repeated. Her eyes smiled.
"Mmhmm. Cake." Troy took her hand lightly.
Dallas set the box down on the table, picked up a knife to slash it open.
Florence wandered back in, hitching his pants higher around his waist. "What's going on?"
"Cake," Philly cheerfully informed him.
"Uhm, no, Dallas!" Florence pushed ahead, taking the knife from Dallas's hands. "I've got to fix that..."
"I. I didn't know." Dallas had backed away from the open box. His tail wound through the air behind him, stressful twitches.
"No, I can fix it," Florence sighed, lowering the knife towards the cake uncertainly.
"Hang on, you might..." Saigon grimaced.
"What's the problem?" Troy got to his feet, leaned forward.
Florence just looked frozen. "I." He dry swallowed. "I can fix it."
Troy felt his gut go first. A burning kind of clawing feeling, a cramp that seemed to tear from the inside. Like indigestion, but worse.
He fell back, made the footstool's springs clank. He paused a moment, before laying a hand over his stomach. he realized he wasn't breathing, then. He pulled in a breath through his nose. Let it go. It didn't really help.
"I don't want to ruin the icing," Florence said.
The icing didn't fucking matter.
Philadelphia bit his lip. "Just. Just slice it out. I'll eat it," he offered.
They didn't have to shelter him. They didn't have to do all this.
Troy ground the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to smear away the tears before they'd finished forming.
And while he did, Philadelphia smeared out the words the bakers had printed in a corner of the cake.
"We all know Lowell's wrong," Turin said after a long moment.
*You did it, Troy! Congratulations!*
Troy hunched his back, opening his hands and covering his face. He curled his tail in around the footstool, hunched his shoulders back.
Saigon shrugged. "The whole thing's... uhm."
"Bullshit," Anne said. "I don't see how he gets away with it, even if he's the fucking greatest physicist in the land."
"Well, uhm." Troy dry swallowed. Pulled his hands down to his lap and looked up. "I mean. It's." He shrugged a shoulder, tried to smile. Found his face quivering. He could feel himself crumpling away. "It doesn't matter," he choked out.
*Congratulations Troy! You fucked it up!*
"Sweetie?"
Troy sniffled into the back of his hand. "Look, uhm." He glanced back at Dallas and Florence. "You guys have any sedatives lying around?"
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, 'Uptown' District.
\*
"I'm sorry we had to leave early." Troy glanced back down the hall outside Jennifer's apartment. The human was still visible, walking leisurely down to his own apartment.
Troy'd remained silent on the elevator, and Jennifer had given the fellow a pleasant nod as they rode up to the top floor in silence. He'd reminded Troy of one of the research interns from when Troy was a kid. It was ridiculous. The interns would've been older by now.
Maybe that's why Troy had been reminded of the interns, Jennifer's neighbour was a fairly young guy. Or at least apparently young. If he lived out here he could probably afford plastic surgery.
"It's okay." Jennifer paused to thumb her key against the lock. She reached out to him as the door opened, settling her soft hand on his shoulder.
Troy bowed his head a long moment. "I think I'm kind of tired," he offered meekly, stepping inside. Her hand slipped down his back.
She sighed a little, trailing in after him. She rubbed at his back gently, glancing to check that the door had shut itself properly. "You okay, Troy?"
He shook his head slightly. He wanted to look up at her, see her pretty face, maybe kiss her. But all he could do was draw in a shuddery breath. The sedatives had helped a little. calmed him, tired him out. But his stomach was still queasy.
There was the damp warmth of her tongue on the side of his face, and she embraced him tightly. She lapped at him softly, warm licks trailing up into kisses in the soft skin of his ear, and finally he sagged against her, clutching at the back of her jacket.
"I screwed it up. I screwed it all up." The tears came all too easily, seeping out from his tightly shut eyelids.
"Shh." She guided his head to her shoulder, hugging him close. "Shh."
"It's all gone wrong," he whimpered, breath shuddering. "Lowell's dragging my name into the dirt."
She shifted her shoulder a little, rolling his head enough for her to lightly peck at his cheek. "I'm sure it's not that bad. Have you even read it?"
"I haven't," he admitted. "I'm scared, but..." Greg wasn't returning any of his calls. Lowell had a whole damn pack of followers, internet communities dedicated to him, picking over his every word and trying to make something of it. They'd all drag out the references to him, discuss Troy's failures, find new ones, pounce on every little thing, harass him like the press used to...
"Shh." Jennifer stepped back. "You're all worked up." She lightly ran her hand down his ear, onto his neck.
Troy took a sharp breath, nodding mutely. He squeezed his eyes shut, ran the back of his wrist over his eyelids.
"Once upon a time, there were four little rabbits," she explained in sing-song tones, "and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter." She lightly kissed his forehead. "And they lived with their mother in a sand-bank, under the root of a great big fir tree..."
\*
Troy wiped at his nose. He folded the tissue again, blew his nose a second time. His tail was a little cold. He flailed it back over the bed, wedged it underneath the pillows whilst he sat on the edge.
"You haven't even gotten undressed," Jennifer chided, slipping into the bedroom, juggling a couple of steaming mugs and a plate.
"I was thinking."
"About?" She settled them down onto the bedside table, settled down beside him.
"Weren't shoes expensive back then?" Troy stared at the palm of his left hand. He shut it, flexed it. It never felt right. "I mean the story's set around nineteen hundred. Surely his mom would've been angry if he lost his shoes? She didn't punish him or anything."
"No," Jennifer confirmed. "She just put him to bed. Sometimes that's the best cure for a day that went badly." She picked up the plate, offered it to Troy.
"I thought you told Dallas there weren't any more." Troy looked up at her, smiled a little.
She smirked. "Well I would say that, wouldn't I?"
He picked up one of the biscuits, chewed at its edge a little. It crumbled with a warm nutty flavour, though he had to gnaw at it. He shuffled back a bit on the bed, trying to slap the crumbs off the sheets. "Sorry. I, uh. I probably shouldn't eat on the bed."
"I've got a hand-vac." She set the plate down.
Troy edged back a little more, pulled up his legs and crossed them. He settled his elbows on his knees and held the biscuit in both hands, grinding his teeth on it.
It was easy, it was manageable. He could feel out the stress points in the biscuit, wet them with saliva, edge his teeth into them until they broke. Then he could chew, and chew, and forget himself in the flavour for a second.
She smiled at him, got up and headed towards her closet. She peeled off her clothes easily, dropping them into a hamper. Nothing but the soft rustle of cloth and fur for a moment, then the snap of her bra clasp.
Her nude body was beautiful. *She* was beautiful. She smiled a little when she noticed he was watching. Twisted in a dance-like step playfully, putting a hand to her hip, across the line where her tan fur went white on her belly. "I don't suppose I can distract you this easily, huh?" her sultry smile faded a little.
Troy glanced away, lowering the biscuit. "I don't really feel too, uhm..."
She perked her eyebrows for a second. "Sexy?"
"Something," Troy agreed. He put the biscuit on his thigh and leaned over to pick up one of the mugs. "What is this? Milk?"
"Soy," Jennifer agreed, bending over to push her panties down, a sleek black pair. She got a white pair form her dresser, pulled it on with a quick snap of the elastics. "My foster-mother felt it fixed everything. Or she tried to make it fix everything, I suppose."
Troy took a careful sip, before settling it back down on the table. "The Padre was like that." He smiled a little. "Food makes it all better."
"It's just, you know." She smiled a little, padding back to the bed. "A way to show we care," she smiled, picking up the half-eaten biscuit from Troy's thigh and offering it to him again.
He bit down on it lightly, took it in his hands and gnawed a little.
She unbuttoned his shirt for him, nimble fingertips working through each button with a snap. "And you, Troy, need a lot of caring for right now."
"I don't mean to be a burden." Troy shut his eyes lightly.
"You're not one." She ducked her head forward, kissed his nose. "So don't you even think it for a second."
He looked up at her. Her eyes were gentle. "You're so good to me."
She peeled the cloth of his shirt down off his arms, paused to let him pass the biscuit from hand to hand. She set his shirt aside, reached around his back to get the button of the tail loop open. She nuzzled his neck gently. "I'm glad."
Troy let his arms slip around her. "I love you."
He could feel her smile, the way the muscles in her face shifted her skin, making her fur rustle against his. She kissed his shoulder softly, and helped him out of his trousers.
She kissed him gently, her lips against his. Their teeth clanked together. She didn't tilt her head to press her mouth in against his. She simply kept her lips on his and teased his mouth open, making an open arch form between their snouts, so that their breath mixed, warm and damp.
Jennifer had never said that she loved him. The words didn't come easily to her. But instead she pulled the sheets over their bodies and clung close to him, biscuit crumbs grinding itchily in their fur as they embraced.
They made love anyway, pushing aside underwear to softly grind against each other in the dark. Somewhere there, between the damp kisses and ebbing pleasures, the way he whispered her name and she whispered his, Troy didn't need her to say the words.
\*
"I don't want to have this dream anymore. I want to wake up."
"What dream?"
The bonesaw felt heavy somewhere through the surgery interfaces. The alien feelings of the interface went through his body like spiders on his skin. The crawling of spiders that turned to tastes and smells and temperatures.
In a second he'd put it through Berlin's ribcage and the saw would throw clouds of blood up to gently settle down, leaving tiny white specks across the whites of his dead brother's open eyes.
"This dream. I don't want it anymore."
He was in the labs. The doctors had killed Berlin and claimed it was Leukaemia, wanted to see if Troy would notice that he didn't have it. That they'd just killed him so they could make Troy dissect him and see what happened.
But the under the saw wasn't black. It was a pretty kind of tawny yellow.
"Why do you think you're having a dream, Troy?"
The curves of the body weren't childish at all. They were womanly.
*Let it be a dream let it be a dream oh God please let it be a dream...*
"It's not a dream."
And the saw went down and-
\*
His face was wet and warm and covered in blood and his heart was shuddering but he couldn't breath there was a weight on him and he flailed his arms grabbed out at anything and and and-
There was a gasp of confused breath, and the weight on top of him came to life, was warm and soft and yelped out "Troy? Troy are you okay?"
His face wasn't wet with blood. Just tears. Troy pulled back, getting himself to sit up, tearing down breath after breath.
She reached out and dragged a finger over the frame of her lamp's slider, turning the world from an empty black to a warm melange of yellows and oranges and dim fuzzy shadows that weren't all that dark.
She blinked at him owlishly, her green eyes wide.
Troy bowed his head, dragging his chin against his chest and wiping at his face with the backs of his hands.
She frowned a little, ears lowering, and she pulled at a box of facial tissues, pushed one into his hands so he could blow his nose.
"Sorry," he whispered, folding it carefully, dabbing at his eyes, his dampened hands. He sagged back down and shifted his leg a little, dragging his tail aside so his weight wasn't on it. The night air was cold, kind of crisp. He pulled down another lungful before shutting his eyes. "Just a nightmare." He lay his head back down on the unevenly rumpled pillows.
Jennifer kissed his chest softly before settling her head back down against his sternum, rubbing her ear into his fur. "Need me to get anything for you?"
"No, I'm okay."
"Okay." She shifted her arms to gently hug herself to his body. Reached out to turn the lamp down.
Troy lifted his head a little to kiss the top of her head before settling down again.
Her breathing was even, regular. More than his, after a few minutes. He opened his eyes tiredly and stared up at the ceiling of her room. The city lights poured in through the open window, along with a slight breeze. A faint murmur of traffic.
"What was it about?" She asked sleepily, prying her fingertips underneath his sides, shifting her shoulders to crawl a little more of her torso over his, a pillow stuffed in against his side to help her lay across him comfortably.
A truck droned, and for a moment the ceiling was a little brighter, perfectly clean white plaster, perfectly flat and even.
He lightly shifted his thumb, rubbing against her back, letting her fur ruffle back and forth. "Bad things."0
She pushed her ear against his chest tighter, as though listening to his heart.
Troy sighed out his breath, took in a slow one so he didn't jolt her.
"One day you'll have sweet dreams, Troy." She gently squeezed her arms in tight around him. "Lovely dreams. And you'll leave it all behind."
Troy squeezed her back softly.
"Everything that happens to you will be nice." She took a slow, sleepy breath. "You'll find someone who loves you, and it'll be happily ever after, Troy. Everything will be perfect."
Troy flattened his hands over her naked back and felt her every breath as her chest rose and fell against his. Slowly, bit by bit, after minutes that felt like hours, she softened in his arms. Her breathing slow and perfect.
He gently lifted his head to kiss her. But she didn't respond, she was already fast asleep. He waited a little longer, to be sure, before whispering into her hair, "maybe you already do. I hope you do. I don't mind about the rest so long as I've got you."
\*
A shadow flashed across the bedroom window. It blotted out the burning white of the reflected sun from the frame, disappeared in a heartbeat. The raucous laughter, *ha ha ha*, of the gulls at play. Morning. And not an early one, either.
Jennifer stirred groggily, sleep-drunk, hairs in her fur flicking as they straightened after being slept on all night. She patted the bed beside herself, rolled halfway over to glance back over her shoulder. She frowned, just slightly, passing her hands over the empty space where he'd slept. "Troy?"
She was so damn pretty. From the black tip of her nose to the dark point of her tail. There was so much colour and life between them. A reassuring weight and warmth during long nights, the softness of her body. The unique sound of her breath, whispery and rough.
There was hurt there too, sometimes. It wasn't all just softness. She had her secrets, her own mysterious ways. But whenever he needed her she'd be there, arms wrapped around him. When she showed some tiny part of her own pain, it just made him hold her all the closer.
Sometimes it felt like sex made up most of their relationship. But like she'd said, once. Sex and love are very related, when you do them right. Was that all love was? A gentle, warm body next to yours? A rhythm, a rising pleasure, shared breaths and moans?
Did love have to be more? Did it matter if it wasn't? Did he ache for her underneath him, breathing fast and whispering contentment, because he loved her? Or just because he wanted to forget every damned thing that had ever happened to him and sometimes, writhing in the dark, he could forget everything in his life that wasn't her?
She lifted from the pillows, looking about the room. She swept her hair away from her face, frowned when she spotted his tail.
The pink tip twitched idly as he sat huddled between the corner of her room and the chair he'd dragged in beside him. His knees drawn to his chest, his briefcase leaning against his exposed toes, papers spilled out. He drew it a little closer, wedging it straight against his knees.
"Troy?"
She wasn't dressed. At some level he wanted to uncurl himself, reach out to her, make love with her. At some level he wanted to fall asleep at her side while she told him children's stories. At some level... at some level he wanted so many things. But what he ended out doing was cowering in the corner.
She slipped from the bed, pushing back the covers. Just two steps until she crouched next to him, sweeping her hair behind her shoulder. Almost panicky in the way she reached out, touched his arm. "Troy? Are you okay?"
Troy looked down at her hand. Her perfect hand. "No." He ducked his head, lifting his arm just enough to catch a glimpse of the white fur at her wrist. "My phone won't connect."
She moved like a perfect marionette, guided by his touch. And then, all in a moment, she became heavy in his hands. She found the phone, laying on the floor amongst a scattered sheaf of papers. She picked it up and stood, turning her back on him. Her tail swatted side to side as she bowed her head to squint at the screen, touch it lightly with the pads of her fingertips.
So Troy let his head fall back against the wall, and he stared up at the blazing white window frame again, the way the sunshine turned a few motes of dust and dander into tiny stars, curling in the air, bright against the dark curtains.
"It says your communications account is cancelled." She frowned. "I don't recognise the server. Who's your provider? Let me call their billing department for you."
He watched the window. If he blinked he'd miss it, the passing shadow of a bird. It couldn't be very probable. The surface of the building's side, so large, the bird passing precisely by the window like that. If one took it in terms of all the birds in the world and all the space in the world, and compared it to this small window. Tried to calculate that. It might as well never happen. Like being struck by lightning, or winning the lottery.
"Troy?"
"I, uhm. I don't get bills. The university provides communications accounts free of charge to students and staff."
She looked at his phone for one long moment. She pulled the chair away, naked body leaning aside to move the heavy chair. Then she crouched down beside him, and then he was the marionette, being pulled into her arms, his nose against her shoulder.
She smelled like sunshine and hot sand and sweat and kisses. Her dry fur felt like soft cloth, the curves of her body were familiar, reassuring. "I love you, Jennifer."
Her breath caught in her throat, and he hated himself for wanting her to say it back, just the once. She tensed and sank in beside him, snuggling back against the wall, sitting on his tail, nuzzling at his neck with the tip of her nose.
"The gulls are playing," he whispered shakily.
She looked up at the window, spotted one of the wheeling white birds. She bit her lip, looked down. She picked up one of Troy's hands, held it gently. Laced her fingers with his. "It'll get better, Troy. I promise it'll get better."
*Ha ha ha*, the gulls cried. *Ha ha ha*.
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, 'Furry' District.
\*
The table was empty, now. The loveseat was in another room, the other table that Florence'd dragged in to get enough seating room for everyone was wedged in a corner with Florence's workstation folded up on it, leaning against the wall so it could charge. Last night there had been people sitting there, and drinks and... and a cake.
Troy settled his elbows on the table and dropped his chin into his hands, pulling forward on his chair until he could push his tail through the backrest.
Dallas padded in, his socks thumping against the carpet. "Here you go," he offered, laying out a wallet full of tools, an old data screen.
"Thanks." Troy sighed. He glanced back at the apartment console. "Uhm. Has Jen called?"
Dallas bit his lip and pulled his phone out, checking it, to be sure. He shook his head. "Nope. No calls," he said, sitting across the table.
Troy thumped his tail on the carpeted floor. "Okay. Maybe she'll be back soon." He pulled the wallet over, zipped it open, fumbling his own phone onto the table.
"Uh. She's only been gone like ten minutes."
"Should've gone with her," Troy mumbled, slipping out a screwdriver and taking it to the plastic shell of his phone, twisting open the screws.
Dallas watched quietly. He reached out to sort the screws as they popped free. "Shopping centres are all pretty crowded. It's lunch hour."
"Well, should've. Waited, then. For deliveries. Could've just ordered it online..."
"Troy." Dallas sighed, tapping the screws around on the table with his fingernail. "Don't be so hard on yourself."
"My girlfriend is out running errands for me because I'm too much of a big baby to just calm down enough to wait it out for a delivery guy to get a new Comm-ID token here." Troy looked up shakily. "Or to just. Just deal with something normal like going into a crowd. I don't see how I can feel great about myself here, Dallas."
Dallas didn't reply to that. Just kept scooting the screws over the table surface, not quite looking up to meet Troy's gaze.
Once the back was off his phone it was easy enough. The security seals warning that there were no user serviceable parts were already broken. He'd done that when he'd gotten this phone... what. Last year? Was it the one he'd gotten when he'd met her?
Troy bit his lip and turned over one of the few hardstate electronics wafers in the phone. The data transfer contacts were already scratched open. He remembered doing it at the coffee table while she'd watched quietly, maybe impressed a little.
Troy sighed and picked up the data screen, looping out a spare bit of cable and just holding it in place.
Dallas picked up one of the wire clips from the wallet, held it out.
"Thanks." Troy sighed, wedging the cables down.
Dallas shrugged a little. "It's no problem." He resumed tapping at the screws, watching them intently as they rolled.
Troy just went through the buffers, pulling down what data he could. He'd need to talk to the hard storage facility at the university to get the rest of his personal stored data out, but he could make a start now.
"Uhm. do you..." Dallas frowned. "Do you kind of. Sometimes forget? That, uhm. Not all humans are like that?"
The fur stood up on the back of Troy's neck. "Like what?"
Dallas shrugged a little. He scratched the side of his snout. "The doctors and interns and everybody? Remember, uhm. Doctor Lewis?"
Troy felt heat pour into his face. "I remember."
"Sometimes I think I spot her in crowds. You know. Pretty much any big blonde lady, but I guess Doctor Lewis was just average height." Dallas idly picked at his arms.
Troy set down the data pad lightly. The bitch. That fucking bitch.
"I mean if I'm concentrating and don't let my mind wander much, y'know. I'm sort of okay with crowds, but." Dallas bowed his head, pinching with his fingernails, at the skin beneath his fur. "I just kind of wondered if it's the same for you."
Troy watched his brother's fingers move. He reached out, almost by reflex, gently pulling Dallas's hand away. Like he had so many times before.
Dallas looked down, almost tired. He guiltily pulled his hand free, started picking at his fingernails instead.
"It doesn't heal if you pick at it," Troy whispered.
Dallas's tail thudded side to side, slapping on the carpet behind him. He looked away, at a print on the wall. He always looked away.
Even during eye exams.
Which was why Doctor Lewis had picked up the cautery tool.
The bitch.
The goddamn bitch.
"Sorry about last night." Dallas picked up the screws, one by one, setting them on their heads. "I should've just let Florence handle the cake. Then, uhm. Things would've gone better."
"I had a nice night on the whole. It was nice being with family." Troy looked back at his phone. Started browsing through the short term memory. "Don't beat yourself up over it."
Dallas bit the inside of his lip, scraping his toes against the carpet. "So, uhm."
"Uhm?"
"How come you can, and I can't?"
Troy glanced up briefly. "What?"
"How come you get to be all mopey because Jennifer helps keep you sane, but I can't be mopey because I did something stupid?"
Troy squinted. "Keeps me sane?"
Dallas shrugged. "Well, that's what Nadine calls it when she does it for me."
Troy flexed his ears out, ducking his head to work on his phone. Even though the transfer was automated by now.
"Seriously. How come?"
Troy bit his lip. "I don't know."
"Uh huh. So. So... either we're both allowed, or neither of us is."
"Equal through and through, huh?"
Dallas nodded. "Yeah."
Troy sighed. "Okay. Let's be mopey. I don't know what the hell I'm doing with my life anymore, Dallas. Up until yesterday I was a post-grad finishing my doctorate." He forced on a smile. Lost it in a shrug. Put the phone aside. "I sort of thought that today I'd be thinking about next week with the reactor fuel mix. Maybe look at research units somewhere else once I had it locked down perfectly."
"Okay." Dallas nodded a little
"Now, uhm. Now I'm running out of money, and my salary is probably going to end up frozen. Maybe the university is going to say I screwed up their research and I'm liable for monetary damage." Troy looked up at the room's lights. "Uhm. I'm really scared. And I don't know if Jennifer's going to..." He trailed off, shaking his head.
"Gonna what?"
"Going to put up with all my bullshit." Troy grimaced a little. "I mean have you seen the guys she usually dates?"
Dallas frowned. "I didn't know she dated other guys."
"Well you know I'm not always around, so." Troy threw up his shoulder in a half shrug. "I don't want to hold her to anything. But, uhm. Jesus, Dallas. She dates actors and executives and guys with money. And... then there's me. This. This fucked up guy who wakes her up at night and freaks out on her every other visit."
Dallas just stared. Eyebrows coming together. Concern, shared worry. Sympathy.
Troy bent his head to stare at the data transfer. "I really love her, but, uhm." He grimaced. "I think one day she's going to wake up and realize just how much of a screw-up I am, Dally. Or if she doesn't I'm just going to be this lump in her life. This crying baby who sends her out on stupid errands because I'm too selfish and stupid to just suck it up like a man."
Dallas's hand came down over Troy's own, flattening it against the data screen. "You aughta move down here," he said. "You really aughta. Then you can-"
"Then I can what? Turn her whole life into this glorified 'be concerned about Troy' thing?" Troy shook his head. "I don't want to do that to her."
Dallas remained silent a long moment. "You haven't called me Dally since we were twelve."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make fun." Troy pulled his hand away. Wiped at the sides of his eyes with the back of his wrist, one after the other.
"I know you don't." Dallas picked up one of the screws, bit his lip as he tapped it on the table.
Dallas shook his head. "Equal through and through," he said.
He pulled back a moment. Stretched so he could get at the pocket of his jeans, pulled something out that tinkled on the table.
Troy leaned forward a little. A gold band. A tiny diamond, set simply on its edge.
"I saved up, y'know. Florence even loaned me some money. I decided on it right after Saigon got married." Dallas nodded to himself. "Ever since then every morning I've told myself, okay. Today's the day you ask Nadine if she wants to marry you."
Dallas poked his finger down on the table beside the ring. "Every morning it goes into my pocket, Troy. *Every* morning. Like four months now. I still haven't. Because every day I just start thinking I'm all selfish and stupid and I screw things up so she has to fix them for me."
Dallas tried on a false smile. It looked better on him than it ever would on Troy. "I'd be such a big burden on her, you know? And we haven't even been together a whole year yet. Maybe it's too soon. There's like a million reasons I peck at myself with, Troy. Millions of them, for breaking up with Nadine."
Troy picked up the ring uncertainly, turned it over carefully. "Yeah? But, uhm. I guess there's that one reason you don't just pack it in, though."
Dallas nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. So if we're both doing it." He shrugged. "Y'know. We should write this off as genes or being screwed up in the labs somewhere."
"Guess we should." Troy offered back the ring.
Dallas took it back and slipped it back into his pocket, patting lightly to make sure it was secure. "Exactly. Equal through and through. So don't worry about being a burden on Jennifer. This is just... us being paranoid."
Troy nodded a little. "I guess that helps. Kind of."
Dallas nodded again, so fast his ears flapped. "Yeah."
"I don't think Jen's the marrying type, though." Troy tapped the table lightly.
"So are you going to think about moving back down here now?"
"I don't know." Troy bowed his head tiredly. clutched at his face.
"There's always stuff happening. Like Saigon's thing tonight."
"Saigon's thing?"
Dallas nodded. "Yeah. Anne's got him singing now as part of the band." He glanced up with a slight smirk. "We've all seen it, he's, uhm. ... Pretty good I guess."
Troy frowned. "What kind of music?"
Dallas shrugged. "This kind of loud angry thing. Death punk or something. You should go."
"I don't know. I think I just want a quiet night alone, you know. Maybe... get a book or something," Troy sighed, clutching his hands together.
"Well, we're all here for you if you need us." Dallas shrugged a shoulder again, hunching back up over the table.
"If you need us?" Troy glanced up.
Dallas dry swallowed, waving a hand uncomfortably. "I'm just. I'm just thinking about how it is with everybody being off on the other side of the world and. Lagos and Osaka were alone a lot, and-"
Troy frowned. "What do you mean alone a lot?"
"Well before they died... I mean Osaka just stopped answering mail and Lagos was the same and Nash..."
Troy looked up sharply, skin crawling under the fur. "Nashville got run over, Dallas. It was a drunk driver."
Dallas shook his head miserably, glancing away. "Dubai's part of the United Arab Emirates, Troy. They don't have manual driving anymore."
"Goddamnit, it was a *fucking drunk driver*!" Troy's yell was almost desperate. And Dallas cringed, staring away, back and to a side.
Troy dragged his hand off the table gingerly. He hadn't realized he'd hit it so hard.
Dallas cleared his throat.
"All I'm saying is, he didn't talk much to anybody either, and after he died I really regretted not hanging out with him more." Dallas didn't look up, letting his head hang low.
Troy didn't reply, staring at Dallas. "I haven't been answering my calls because of the media calls. And now I need a new account."
Dallas nodded mutely.
"And. ... I'll go to Saigon's thing."
"Okay."
"I'm not going to die or commit suicide."
Dallas's ear twitched guiltily. "I didn't mean to imply that."
"But I'm not. Okay?"
Dallas nodded, just a tiny bit. "Okay."
Dallas looked up warily. "Will you move back down here?"
"I don't know," Troy sighed, settling his elbows on the table and holding up his head. "Maybe. You going to propose?"
Dallas shrugged a little, picking at his fingernails. he smirked a little. "I'd probably flip out or something I did. Do I look crazy to you? No way. Not yet."
Troy forced on a smirk. "Well actually you do..."
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, 'Midtown' district, Hallman Towers.
\*
Troy hauled his phone from his pocket again. Checked the display. Thumbed over to the new account's mailbox. A couple of test messages from Dallas, registration information from authentication services Jennifer had recommended.
Troy had never used one before. But they provided added security, Jen said, and more crucially better privacy protection. Ten nudies a year. He'd have to recommend it to his brothers.
And he'd also have to stop compulsively checking to see if Greg had finally picked up any of his text messages or had tried to call in the last five minutes, or whether or not any of his feeds had updated, or once again making sure he'd gotten enough of his personal settings off his buffers so that he didn't have to rebuild all the profile options on his services.
Troy grimaced and shoved his phone back into his pocket, looking up at the numeric counter. Should've taken the faster express elevator, straight to the hundred-and-fiftieth floor.
Of course, that one was crowded. The smaller side elevators weren't.
Jennifer pursed her lips, staring into the mirrored wall of the elevator. She lightly ran her fingers over her hair, setting a few errant strands back into place. "You think I look okay? Is it too much?"
"Uhm."
She'd used a temporary spray to darken her hair, turning it into a kind of rusty blood colour where it wasn't black. The black lipstick matched, since it wasn't quite black, rather a sort of oily surface that was a thousand different whorls that hinted green and red.
The high heels she'd pulled on had studs that looked almost like spikes, the skirt kind of frayed off into broken twists midway down her thighs. The black rose on a silver chain around her neck dangled down into the low cut of her shirt.
"Is it too much?" She looked up from black-lidded eyes, glancing up at him earnestly.
Troy dry swallowed, glancing down at himself.
The black jeans were a bad idea.
"Uhm. I think, uhm."
They didn't even have any rips in them.
Troy kicked the elevator floor with the toe of his sneakers. "I think, uhm."
She watched him silently for a moment. Slowly, slowly, a smile creeped up on her. "Don't rush yourself."
Troy chewed the inside of his cheek a second. "Well, uh. I, really like it." He chewed his lip, threw his head to the side with a shrug. "I mean, I think it's sexy, but... I don't really know how you're meant to dress for these things."
"Aww." She lightly smoothed out the collar of his T-shirt, letting her hands slide over his shoulders. She cocked her hips, dangled her arms from around the back of his neck. "You're nervous."
Troy shook his head almost childishly.
"Don't worry sweetie. You're all black. Black fits in everywhere. Even hate-rock concerts." Jennifer smirked. "Especially hate-rock concerts."
"It's just a bar gig." Troy glanced down at himself. "The shirt's too much."
She looked down concernedly. "Mine? I could take it off."
Troy couldn't help snorting out a breath of laughter. "No! *Mine*."
"I could take that off, too," she teased. Jennifer absently tugged at the shirt's collar, pulling it flat against his chest. "I think it's very appropriate."
A severed hand dripping blood on a black background, clenched in a defiant fist. The middle finger flicked up. It cycled through other gestures, including some Troy hadn't known were obscene.
"Saigon told me to wear it." He dry swallowed. "It's not even mine, it's his."
"Well I think it's very kind that you're coming. Imagine how he must feel. He's got to go up on stage, even." Jennifer let her hands drop to her sides, and glanced up at the floor counter.
"Yeah." Troy nodded a little. "Gotta support my brother."
"Mhmm." Jennifer nodded too, glancing down. She caught his hand, gave it a squeeze. "Don't be scared."
"I'm not."
"Okay." She nodded again, eyes shut just a moment before she looked up at the counter again. "Nearly there. It's a pretty long elevator ride, isn't it?"
"Yeah, sorry about that." Troy glanced down at the flooring.
Jennifer smiled in a weird way, tilting her head slightly. "That's okay. Look. Hundred and forty-fifth."
Troy swallowed at his spit again. "Uhm. We don't have to dance, do we?"
"Not if you don't want." Jennifer shrugged a shoulder.
"If we could find somewhere to sit down first thing, that'd be pretty good."
"You're nervous."
"Maybe."
Jennifer leaned forward suddenly, kissing the tip of his snout. "You'll be fine."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He could hear the music, all hard smashes and guitars, just faintly, when they got up to the forty-ninth. And when the doors opened, it only took Jen a second or so to get him to pull his hands away from his ears.
\*
It wasn't what Troy had expected. Not at all.
The announcer hadn't even gotten up on the stage, not even a microphone, instead just screaming over the audience up next to the stage.
"Bitches and bastards. Give it up for *Bergschrund*!"
They didn't even bother switching the stage lights on. The only real illumination was from the windows at one end of the bar,
Anne was on stage first, lifting up her guitar to a ragged round of abuse and cheers. One of Anne and Saigon's friends from the antarctic research station pulled up a seat, checking a pad before picking up his drum sticks, a fairly new pair that apparently didn't need bulky sliders to simulate impacts.
Then there was Saigon, back still to the audience, almost invisible in the dark.
Anne lifted her guitar, strumming out surprisingly warm tones. A rumbling purr, each one, and each one she killed with a mocking twang, shaking the guitar's neck lightly. A neat row of three rings through each ear matched those of her husband, her clothes were just as ragged, though she was unlike him in almost every other way.
Saigon grinned. "Ohhh, where's my head?" He tore his eyes off his wife, and turned them on the audience. There wasn't much light in the bar, but Saigon didn't need a spotlight to stand out. His eyes simply glowed with biophosphoric compounds. A mouse, just a shade under five foot ten, black furred, a mesh shirt of black and white slashes. He crooned at the microphone, ever so gently. Almost sweetly. "Is it on the shelf? Is it on the wall? Is it in the gutter? Oh mother..."
His face turned hard. "Oh mother," he repeated, a harsh whisper. "Oh mother of *mercy!*" he screeched, a shocking wail Anne followed with tearing chords on the guitar, backed by pounding beats. "You beheaded me and my kind, tore our beating hearts free." Saigon pushed his bleached white hair back from his eyes. Black lights came on, turning his hair and his eyes and the slashes on his clothes into blue and green and purple flames. "My blood's on your son's hands, and his has never redeemed the sins against me!"
*"Where's your fucking mercy?* Somewhere in hell? Somewhere in the hearts of men? In your church?" He pulled back from the stagefront slowly. "I've been barred from those places," he purred. "Because I've been alone, laying with the whore of Babylon. I am her beast, since every other path is denied to me."
Backed by a heartbeat-like pounding of chords, Saigon fell to his knees, clawing at his face, tail flailing out behind him. "Where's your mercy, mother? Where's your mercy?" His voice lost its anger, grew desperate, wailing as he plead for mercy, only to get on his feet a moment later, clenching his hands into fists as he spat out the words rapid-fire.
"Cut up and broken I lie at the gates of paradise and Peter spits on me and my kin because we were never given souls, oh no dear mother mercy where is the mercy in your heart for those with no mother no father to honour?"
He hauled one breath into his burning lungs and yelled, "I have no saviour! I am to suffer under the knife forever! Where is your mercy now, bitch? Why do they suck the fat from my broken bones and laugh?" Saigon's body shook in fury, his eyes almost demonic with the glow of dye. "*Why do they laugh, bitch? Are you their whore? Do you offer them your teat and let them suck you dry?*"
The lights rose, finally, as Saigon settled back, his countenance calming almost instantly. He tilted his head slowly, the throbbing music ebbing to nothing but a pulse. "Where's my head, mother mercy? Give me head, bitch, because you seem to be sucking off everybody but me."
Saigon lifted his fist with a snap, and flicked up the middle finger as the music finally died. The lights beat away the last of the shadows, and the eerie glow around him faded with it.
The audience, mostly kids in their late teens, waved wildly, cheered, cursed, whistled so sharply that Troy wondered if his ears might start bleeding. If his brother's screeching hadn't already half-deafened him, anyway.
\*
"That was, uhm. Weird."
"Anne's idea. It's not even my shirt, it's hers." Saigon looked down at himself, pulling the mesh shirt away from himself a little, slashlike swatches of fabric stretching. "I don't think this counts as crossdressing, though."
Troy took a sip of his drink. The back room was nice and quiet. Anne and Toby - the drummer and fellow researcher from Antarctica - were eagerly poring over blogs and feeds, trying to see if a performance barely an hour old had made any impact.
Jennifer was bemusedly holding loops of cable for Saigon as he untangled it. She tilted her head a little, smirking to herself. "Anne's idea? I think it looked pretty good."
"Uhm, thanks." Saigon flicked an ear. He bowed down, pulling up another tangle of cable. "Fricking stage hands... they don't know how to unwire a stage."
Troy cleared his throat. "Not the shirt. I mean. The lyrics."
"Uh. Kinda sacriligeous, I know" Saigon bowed his head a little shamefully. "I got a little carried away, is all. Padre wouldn't be happy about it."
"Isn't that kind of part of growing up?" Jennifer asked, tilting her head a little. "Rejecting your parents?"
Troy frowned. "The Padre. ... Padre Munez wasn't really like a foster-parent to us. More like, an, uh..."
Saigon's nose twitched. "No, he was pretty dad-like. It's just, uh. With twenty one of us, it was a little difficult. He didn't get much help with us. Church basically made him into a cow herd."
Troy squinted. "Cow herd?"
"Okay, it's a bad term."
"You're still sore about the bishop, aren't you?" Troy asked.
Jennifer quirked an eyebrow. "Bishop?"
"Are you guys talking chess or about that Ragno asshole?" Anne peeked up from the consoles.
Saigon winced. "Ragno, but he wasn't an asshole. He was the diocesan bishop, honey. You shouldn't call an ordained bishop an asshole."
"Yeah you fucking should. That turd."
Jennifer cleared her throat. "What happened?"
Troy licked his lips. Took another sip of the alcohol. It only bit a little. "Uhm. We were in the orphanage, and, uh... It was Catholic. And we don't have souls, because we're animals. So. We can't be saved. And, the diocese Bishop ordered us thrown out when we were sixteen."
Saigon nodded. "Yeah. I, uhm. I always wanted to get angry about that. Like you did, with those auditors." He gestured at the music equipment laying around. "Anne encouraged me, and, uhm. Came out a little venom-soaked I guess."
"Auditors?" Jennifer blinked. "I haven't heard this story."
"Well," Saigon said, taking the cables from Jennifer and packing them carefully in plastic bags. "That's a long story."
"Fuck, the auditors..." Troy sighed.
"Tri-Corp auditors were investigating Estian's cloning practices," Saigon explained. "This is how we all got out of there, Jennifer. They were getting shown around the labs one time and we were lined up like good little kids and they were all talking over our heads about the great results they were getting. And Troy had the balls, thank God, Troy had the balls to say 'they're making that all up. They broke Kiev.'"
"Broke Kiev?" Jennifer's eyebrows came together in a deep frown.
"Yeah." Troy dry swallowed. "The cybernetics they stuck in his spine screwed up. Left him paralysed. He died a week or two later. I don't think it took balls. It was just fact."
"Oh, no way." Saigon shook his head. "Betchett looked pissed. Like she was going to do that knuckle thing, with the filing drawer?"
Jennifer's eyes were all too wide. Even Toby was staring. "What the fuck? You never told us about this."
"What was I meant to do? Bring it up over sardines at the research station? Hey guys, seen how cold it is outside? Man I hope they can get a plane in through the weather. Oh yeah, me and my brothers were brutally abused by the quacks working on us." Saigon scrunched up an eye. "I don't think it would've made good dinner talk."
"Fucking hell."
"Anyway. Troy had the guts to talk back, and thank God he did. The Auditors launched a fuller investigation. Pulled up us in front a board trying to decide why all our little crayon pictures we made with the shrinks were bloody." Saigon shrugged, hunching his shoulders. "Y'know. Are clones predisposed to unjustly thinking they're treated badly. My God Troy got pissed off."
"I wasn't pissed off..."
"Yeah you were. What'd you say? Something like, 'They keep surgery more sterile for actual lab mice than for us.'" Saigon swatted his tail side to side. "Fuck, though. 'I don't actually count as legally able to have an opinion, do I?'" He glanced up at Jennifer. "He just sassed them, like that. Ten years old."
Troy felt himself blushing. His ears hot, his face hot. His guts all churny. "Yeah, well. They'd been running us around unable to decide if they had to use doctors or veterinarians to check our health. They'd taken off my damn arm, torn out Turin's eye. Fucking hell, they were pumping you full of sedatives and cutting you up to see if they could mess with the healing cycle via the central nervous system."
Troy grimaced. "And, and, and. They needed to dick around trying to figure out what kind of person they needed to tell them if we were being treated inhumanely? What kind of idiots were they?" He was met with silence. Troy ducked his head, sipping from his drink. "Yeah, I was pissed off."
Saigon bit his lip a moment. "I was just scared. So Goddamn scared. I always admired you for that, Troy. Getting *angry* about it. I never managed that."
"Those bastards." Toby shook his head. "Fucking bastards..."
"You got angry." Jennifer's voice was soft. She lay her hand on Troy's knee.
Troy shrugged sheepishly. "Something."
"Yeah." Saigon looked up. "Anyway. I just. Just wanted to know what it's like to do that. I never really said anything about it at the time, but. When Bishop Ragno said that. Well I mean he was just trying to keep to canon law, but..."
Anne had stepped up behind Saigon. Kissed the top of his head. "He was an asshole, honey. You have a soul."
Troy snuffled a little against the back of his hand. "Technically not, Anne. We're animals. Furs are derived from modified gene-stock that's entirely non-human. That's why it was legal to make us in the first place."
"Shut it." Anne hugged Saigon's head to her body, flattening his ears against her stomach. "My little mousey is *perfect* in every way."
"Uhm... *Honey...*"
"Oh God, not this again!" Toby started laughing.
Troy smirked a little, glancing at Jennifer. She was smiling too, a bit.
Anne pulled Saigon's ears gently, wafting them back and forth. "He has floppidy-ears an I wuv him *so* *much*. He's perfect-wonderful and he can have a soul if I says so," gushed the death-metal hate rocker, with a fish-hook through her navel.
"*Honey*," Saigon whined, trying to keep his ears from getting pierced on her jewellery.
It was kind of funny, how well Anne knew Saigon. How to torment him, just so, and derail his train of thought.
"How about we go get some more drinks?" Jennifer squeezed Troy's hand. "I want to talk to you about something," she added quietly.
"Alright, uhm..."
"Catch up with you later," Toby offered easily.
Saigon lifted a hand briefly, as Jennifer pulled Troy to his feet. "Uhm, Anne... would you stop?"
"Precious mousey has toes and a tail and you're trying to tell me he doesn't have a soul too?" Anne left a black lipstick mark in his ear. "I say you have a soul. Are you saying I'm crazy?"
"Uhm. ... Yes?"
\*
The wind caught at her hair, her fur, the frayed ends of her dress. It was hot. An equatorial night mixing with the building's shedded heat, air-conditioning fans rumbling on the other side of the roof garden. Jennifer had set her drink on the stone lip at the roof's edge, was leaning over it, rushes of air whipping her hair up.
She grinned a little, shifting an almost bare shoulder before pointing out into the night. "I think that's my apartment block!"
Troy edged up next to her, put his drink beside hers. He had to squint into the wind, flatten his ears a little against it. "What, there?"
"No, further up the hill." She bumped his shoulder against his lightly. Paused to pull up the arm of her shirt.
A white building, terraced in layers up the hill so each floor had its own set of balconies, like steep stairs. A tiny dot, far away on the hillside where spotlights kept the greenery green even at one AM. Past skyscrapers and in the midst of a dozen other blocks like it, only noticeable because they were so high up. The coast glittered with light pollution, made all the waves glow as they broke.
Troy found himself moving his hand over Jennifer's. She curled her fingers in against his. They weren't the only couple up here. They were the only furs, though. Inevitably they got stared at, just a little. Curious glances, like the ones you got from behind clipboards and over data screens.
He squeezed her hand gently. "You wanted to talk."
Jennifer nodded, turning around and sitting down on the edge, flicking her tail out over the edge. She patted the stone next to her, picking up her fizzy blue drink.
"Uhm." Troy leaned out a little, glancing over the edge. Christ, it was a long way down...
Jennifer laughed, a delightful, tinkly kind of sound. "It's safe! There's nets. What, you think the property owners want to pay the insurance if some drunk knocks their glass over the edge and kills somebody?"
"Guess not." Troy cleared his throat and sat down, curling his tail around his thigh, tip curling around his shoes.
Jennifer grabbed the side of his tail, pulled it. "Oh come on, live a little!"
Troy hunched up. "Okay, okay!" He swept his tail over the side. Felt it thump against the concrete and glass. He plucked up his drink, some kind of cloudy dark green, apple-tasting liquor. Took a tiny sip.
It wasn't as scary as he'd expected. His tail, swaying back and forth, occasionally grazed Jennifer's shorter one, her fur grazing him.
Jennifer edged up a little closer, sneaking her shoulder underneath his arm while she sipped at her drink, kind of wriggling against his armpit until he put his arm around her. She dipped her head, slender muzzle marked by a smile. "Okay. Now. You got angry."
"Kinda."
"I didn't know you could get angry." She tilted her head a little. "Why did you?"
"I don't know." Troy slumped his head, shrugged a little, leaning into her, while gusts fluttered against his back.
"Troy. You've... you've had a rough time, sweetie. And I'm worried about you."
"I'm okay."
"No you're not." She nuzzled his face softly, her lips still a little moist from the last sip of her drink. "You've been through so much, Troy. So much. And now, because your phone screws up. Because some jerk pulls some backstabby bullshit, you fold up?"
"Uhm. It's not backstabby. It's just, you know, academia-"
"Oh come on." She drew back, eyes half-lidded dangerously. "I've worked in offices most of my adult life, Troy. I know a hatchet job when I see one. That Lowell guy, he didn't even do a very good one."
"You read it, then."
She nodded slightly. "Yeah. Sweetie. You're so much stronger than this. I mean I remember that night I met you. You made that speech, you remember?"
Troy settled his elbows on his knees. Shrugged a shoulder helplessly, eyes shut against the world. "It was just. Y'know. Stating fact."
"You were challenging corporate policy, Troy. You basically called the Tri-Corp idiots, in public, to the faces of half the most influential shareholders." Jennifer leaned forward, putting her hands in his. "And even if it was all true, it was still really brave."
"The fund just needed someone to speak. They wanted one of us because of the tabloid stuff when we were kids, you know?" Troy grimaced a little. "I, uhm. I didn't want to put any of my brothers through that."
"Sweetie. You've been through so much in your life. Don't tell me some prick is going to ruin it by getting you fired."
"It's not getting fired!" Troy pulled away. "He's saying my work's no good. Jennifer, this is like being told you don't know shit about relativity by Einstein. That's practically who Lowell is, Jen. His word is taken like law. I. I don't have a career anymore." He sighed. "Maybe I never did."
"Are you telling me that this guy gives you nightmares?" Jennifer tilted her head. "Are you telling me that guy is even a tenth as bad as the stuff that happened to you as a kid?"
"No?" Troy took a panicky breath, pulled his hands away. "I don't know."
She reached up, set her hand on his back. "What's wrong, Troy?"
"I don't know what's going on anymore." He shook his head. "When I was a kid. It was so easy to just tell them to go fuck themselves because..." Troy gestured back at the stairs to the bar. "I could get angry about it because there wasn't anywhere to go. I thought I was going to *die*."
"And now?"
Troy bit his lip. "Now I can just. I don't know. Hide." He sagged. "I can just run away. Stick my head in the sand. Or try to, anyway."
"I mean, you don't think you're going to die. So what do you think is going to happen?" She lifted an eyebrow a little.
"I'm going to suffer. And, I'm going to screw everything up and. Everything's going to go wrong and there's nothing I can do about it." Troy shrugged. "That's how my life works, Jennifer."
"You can do plenty about it, Troy." She ducked her head slightly, leaning into him, pushing at his side. "Don't fold up like this, or you really will screw things up in your life. Everything will go wrong, if you let it. I don't know much about the science, but you're stronger than that."
"It's all my fault. Why else would all of this happen to me?" Troy pulled in a soblike breath. "There has to be something wrong with me."
"No, Troy. Nuh uh." Jennifer shook her head just a little. "There's something wrong with the doctors who did everything to you in your childhood. There's something wrong with that bishop guy. There's something wrong with this Professor Lowell." She caught his eye. "You. Are perfect."
Troy glanced down. He pulled in a breath, staring down at his shoes.
Bit his lip.
She rubbed his back lightly.
"You're not going to start pulling on my ears, are you?"
"If that's what it takes." She poked her snout in behind his ear, kissed gently.
"So what do I do?"
Jennifer stroked the side of his face. "Something. Anything. Get angry if you have to, Troy. But if something bad happens... for God's sake, don't run off into the ocean and drown yourself just so you can hide from it."
"I'll try." Troy quirked an eyebrow for a moment. He smiled, shook his head. He bit his lip lightly. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
Troy licked his lips. "I'm not that great a guy. Why do you. You know. Put up with me?"
Jennifer's eyes flicked wide and open. "*Put up* with you? Troy. You are the sweetest guy I have ever met." She kissed his nose, as if to drive the point home.
"I'm not perfect."
"No, but am I?" She flicked an ear. "Nothing's perfect, Troy. I..." Her voice hitched a moment. "I think you're wonderful, Troy. You're nothing but considerate. You fix my door, you forgive me when I do horrible things. You don't just say you love me, you." She took a heavy breath, glancing away for just a moment. "You make me feel that you love me, Troy. And I never actually had that before. I thought I did, but, I didn't."
Troy slipped his arm around her shoulders again, hugged her lightly. "I do love you," he agreed with a whisper.
"And I feel *very* strongly about you." Jennifer leaned her face in against Troy's. "I hope you know that."
He caught her chin with his fingertips. Pulled her lips up against his. She tasted a little sharp, between the unfamiliar lipstick and the liquor she'd been drinking.
He liked the way she blinked her eyelids when he was done, loved the little sparkle in her eye. So he kissed her again, wrapping his hands around the back of her head, while he barely registered her doing the same.
Tiny little pecks, bigger ones when her hot mouth opened to his. Laps of tongue to tongue, a tiny little nibble at her lip. A self conscious pulling back, a gasp for air. Pushing his nose into her hair, even though it smelled like solvents in the dye she'd used tonight.
"That answer you?"
"Kinda," she whispered. "Could you repeat that?"
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, 'Midtown' district, Hallman Towers.
\*
"This is so not my scene." Troy sucked in a breath, glancing around the bar. It was mostly emptied out. Toby was talking with someone from another band. Well. Talking wasn't really the right word. You couldn't talk with someone's tongue in your mouth.
Well. Not exactly.
Saigon straightened out his shirt, a home-made three phase print of a glacier tearing open a crevasse and spraying ice shards everywhere. "It grows on you. I *never* got to pick the music at the research station."
"Grows on you how?" Troy squinted. "Like a tumour?"
"Ha, Ha. Ha?" Saigon lifted an eyebrow. "Very amusing?"
"I put it on real loud when we fuck," Anne slurred happily, slipping her arm around Saigon's waist. "It's a Pavlovian response." She swung up a finger. "*Ding!*"
Saigon abruptly looked like a deer in headlights. A *slaughtered* deer in headlights. "*Honey*..."
"Hey. I'm a physiologist. Just like Pavlov." She wagged a finger.
Jennifer smirked, far too amused. "Wasn't Pavlov a psychologist?"
"Ivan Pavlov did a lot of things," Troy offered with a slight sigh.
"A *plant* physiologist," Saigon protested, edging up off his bar stool. "What does that have to do with this?"
"It's all wood," Anne deadpanned, before pouring forth giggles.
Saigon rolled his eyes, looping an arm around her and patting her side. "Uhm. I think it's time for us to go home, honey."
"Yeah, okay." Anne grinned, pulling the strap of her guitar's bag over her shoulder. "Hey, Toby! You coming?"
Whatever Toby's reply was, it was kind of muffled. He waved a hand dismissively.
Saigon dry swallowed. "Coming?"
Troy looked up. "Uh..."
"Last dance?" Jennifer piped up, lifting her eyebrows hopefully.
"I, uh. I don't really know how to dance?..."
She paused. "Really? I'll teach you sometime. How about a last drink?" She tried, shifting a shoulder alluringly.
"Uhm..."
"See you around," Saigon chuckled, leading Anne away.
Troy watched his brother go, before edging his arm around Jennifer. "Is there any particular thing you want to stick around for?"
"Not really, just, uhm..." Jennifer shifted awkwardly. "Something I wanted to do, and, uh." She glanced after Saigon. I don't think there's ever going to be a better opportunity."
"What?" He pulled back a little, arching an eyebrow.
"This is awkward."
"I'm listening."
"Uhm. Oh geez." She bit her lip with a huff of breath. She leaned close, stuck her nose in his ear and whispered. "I've always had this fantasy about having sex in an elevator, and, uhm... maybe if we got that slow one to ourselves..."
\*
"This is *insane*. There are cameras, building security..."
Jennifer patted his shoulder rapidly, glancing down the mostly deserted hallway to the club, and the express. "No, no. It's all automated, building management systems don't put it in front of anybody unless, like. You pull out a gun."
Troy dry swallowed and threw his shoulders back playfully. "I thought that's, uh, what you were gonna-"
She slapped his shoulder with a heavy thwap. "Shhh," she hissed, putting a finger across her lips. She glanced down the hallway again, before pushing him up against the wall, next tot he cherry red light of the call button. "I've been thinking about this a *lot*. You can't hit the emergency stop button like in the movies, because then someone gets called to look at the screen."
Troy settled his arms around her, watching the hallway behind her. "So, uh. What if someone gets on, midway?"
"It's one AM! Who else is in the building? Nobody."
Troy blinked. "Janitors?"
Jennifer sagged back, biting her lip. "Shit. Maybe we shouldn't."
"Well, maybe..." Troy pulled her a little closer, her hands bunched up between them on his chest. His heart lurched. "I mean, we'd only have, what, five minutes? And I mean, how would we actually... you know."
"More like four. I thought I could pull up my skirt and, we could do it like in the shower when you push me up against the wall and I, uh," she squeezed a hand free, wriggling a finger back and forth. "Lift my leg up, and you hold my knee?"
Troy blinked at her. "You've been *planning* this."
"Maybe?" She edged her thigh in between his legs, put her weight against his crotch. The jeans hadn't been that tight, had they? There was the patter of feet down the hall.
"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod," Jennifer babbled into a harsh whisper, straightening out and stepping back slightly, brushing at her hair self consciously.
Troy huffed for breath, leaning back against the wall. He glanced down. "Oh Jesus," he hissed, turning to face the elevator. His face burned as a couple of humans walked by, deep in slurred conversation.
"So I says... so I says, you can't do that to a girl." "Yeah, poor thing, be like getting locked up with the devil." "No kidding, she, she's gotta break out... heh. Break up with him."
Jennifer's eyes tracked them as they went past, all the way to the end of the hall.
He whispered, "did they even see us?" Troy's tail curled tensely.
"They looked pretty drunk." She stepped closer, one of her feet between his. She settled her fingertips on his collarbone, rubbing lightly through his T-shirt. "You don't have to, I mean... Mmm."
Troy's hands had just kind of found their way to her rear. He could smell alcohol on her breath, not much, but enough. He'd had more than one or two drinks himself. "You are *insane*."
She rolled herself back against his hand, tail lightly swishing side to side. "Mmm... So?" Her eyes widened abruptly. "It's here it's here it's here!"
The doors pinged open. The elevator wasn't anything special. The walls were mirrored above waist level, low key plastic nearer the floor, an air grate near the top. Surprisingly, the mirrored walls flexed like plastic when Troy pushed Jennifer back into them.
She was like a giddy schoolgirl, his lips grazing over her neck, her hands swatting across his back. "Oh my God, oh my God!" She started laughing suddenly. "Troy!"
He squeezed at her breasts through her shirt, breathed hot against the dampened fur on her neck. "Well you want so little from me, I can hardly refuse..."
"N-no, no! Troy, you have to close the *doors first*!"
"Oh." Troy glanced over his shoulder. At the open hallway. "*Shit!*"
"Push the button for ground floor, quick!" She gulped in a breath, dragged at his arm as he reached out. "No, wait, wait, what if we're not finished? Second floor, No, third!"
"Jesus. Okay, okay!" Troy carefully thumbed in zero zero three on the elevator's panel and glanced up. "You're sure about the cameras."
The doors slid shut. Almost. "Fuck! Ow!" They bounced apart.
"Ohmigod your tail!" Jennifer clawed at his shoulders, pulling him forward, against her, against the wall, with a thump.
The doors finally closed, and there was a slight lurch as the elevator began to drop. Troy blinked at the abrupt tears of pain. "Ow..."
"Okay, okay," she gabbled, grinning suddenly, ears perked high. "We gotta *hurry*..." She started hitching up her skirt, dragging up even the raggedy trails until they were all around her waist.
The thin clips in the band of the underwear marked the panties as a pair she usually wore as part of one of her stage acts...
"You *did* plan this..."
She stared at him with her jaw slack. "I thought there might be an opportunity, okay?" She shrugged rapidly, hauling her dress up higher. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
"This is crazy!" Troy glanced down and pulled open the button on his jeans. Pushed them down till they hung off the tail loop.
Jennifer grinned fiercely, wedging her thumbs underneath the clips. "That better be a yes." With a synchronised pair of snaps, the band fell open over her hips. The seat of the panties hung a moment between her legs, pressed together tight, the stark red of her dyed in pubic hair in shocking contrast to the tawny white of her belly. She parted her legs a little and the panties dropped away entirely, landing on the floor like a discarded bow tie.
His boxers slipped down easily enough. Jennifer didn't waste any time, grabbing his erection in her tight little fist. Troy bit his lip, staring down for a moment. "Oh boy..."
"Come on, we've gotta be quick." She flattened herself against the elevator wall, lifting up her leg, knee crooked. One hand flat against the elevator's wall, trying to balance on her high heels. The other pulling him by the member.
Troy collided with the wall, with her, his hands to either side of her head. But there was the insistent tap of her knee against his thigh and he reached down, hooking his elbow underneath.
She lost her grip on him for a moment with the impact, took a moment to squeeze the head of his shaft against her vagina. Shifted a little awkwardly until suddenly a tight, wet heat flowed around him. "Mmmf," she grunted, eyes shut tight.
The wall made a twanging sound when he thrust into her the first time. He couldn't pull back too far, he had to hold her up. She took some of the worry about that away, wrapping her arms around his neck, writhing against the elevator wall as he shoved her up against it a second time.
She hopped awkwardly on the one leg, hesitantly lifted it, curled her legs around his back. Held onto him as he ground himself into her with pants and groans. "Oh God," she purred. She took a mouthful of his shirt and yanked at it with her teeth, the rhythmic thudding of her wagging tail in counterpoint to their thrusts.
"Jennifer," he wheezed, clutching at her, grinding her into the elevator's corner, where the walls made less of a noise. It was all heat and a tiny bit of slick contact and kisses and a kind of spasming wet heat...
She started licking at his face, then, breath hot and quick and wheezy. "Mm, Troy. *God*." She tightened her grip around his neck, buried her face in his neck.
Troy pulled back a little, let her find her feet. His gaze flicked up at the floor counter. Fifteenth. He kissed her forehead, because that was closest, squeezing her buttocks in his hands. "Sorry, I, uh..."
"I just got fucked in an elevator," she chirped in a sing-song way. She pressed her legs together a little, bending over to pull her skirt back down. She grinned, tip of her tongue between her teeth. "Fucked, in, an elevator," she drawled out, syllable by syllable, breath hot and wet.
Troy swallowed nervously, pulling up his pants and boxers, hitching them over his sensitive penis.
Jennifer bent over, reclaiming her panties, shutting the clasps. She glanced up at the floor counter, hurriedly tucked the underwear down her shirt.
He straightened, fumbling with the button when the doors opened. The third floor hallway was empty. Troy swallowed down a nervous gulp of air. "Uhm. I don't know, if, I, uhm. Satisfied you, uh..."
"Troy. Sex is fun, even if you don't get off." She slanted her hips heavily, thighs grinding against each other. "Okay?"
"Okay," Troy nodded hesitantly.
She sighed dramatically. "Furthermore, if that's how you really feel about it," she trailed off, tapping one four nine into the console. The doors slipped shut. "Did I leave my purse upstairs?"
The elevator gave a little lurch as it started to rise.
"Oh Christ, you *are* crazy."
"Mmhmm."
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, 'Uptown' District.
The ceiling was dark, but Troy knew a truck was coming. A slight rumble in the still, pre-morning air. A change in its crisp edge. He pulled his hand from the covers, held it up in front of his eyes, and gestured idly at the ceiling, as though running an interface. Calling the truck.
He heard the drone a moment later, a kind of reedy growl of flywheels and tyres on the road. The ceiling flashed bright, just a moment, as the truck crested the motorway access ramp. Drove on, maybe going thousands of miles away. Somewhere else in Central America. Maybe all the way north, to Mexico where the US national highway grid had been extended, from there up towards Canada. Maybe even a ferry across the Bering Straits, down into China, get loaded onto a freighter. The whole truck, not just the container. Driverless, just like the freighters. Just move the whole thing halfway around the world.
Be a truck just like that he'd put all of his things to move them back here, eventually. His belongings would fit in, easy. Not that he had many. He could probably fit everything he owned into the back of a decent sized car, if he sold his bed and desk.
He never liked his desk. It had uneven legs, knocked up against the wall, wobbled sometimes if he had to type something out.
"Jennifer?"
"Mhm?"
She rolled over, bit by bit. First glancing around, tip of her muzzle looping up, followed by her shoulders arms and shoulders, a little twitch of her hips, until she'd snuggled herself in against his side.
"What do I do with my life?"
"Mff. Big question." She reached down briefly, shoving the blankets pinched between them down. Felt across his body for his left hand, pulled it over his chest. She lightly put her hand over his, idly stroking at the fur that mimicked his so well. "What do you want to do with your life?"
Troy lifted the phone he held, clutched in his right hand. The screen brightened when it saw his eyes. "Well I'm not going to be a doctor of nuclear chemistry. So. Need a new goal."
Jennifer shifted, leaning on her elbow. She tilted her head, blinking sleepily at the display. The terse severance notice from the university. "Oh my God... How can they do that, Troy?" She reached for the phone, and Troy gave it to her.
She settled back against the pillows, sitting up a little to read it. "Why didn't you say anything? This thing bleeped at you an hour ago."
"I was trying to get angry about it."
"Angry?" She frowned. "Baby, I-"
"It didn't really work," he said, cutting her off. "But it got me thinking."
Jennifer hesitated. "About?"
Troy rolled his head to the side a little, looking up at her lazily. Between the truck lights from the road and the light pollution, the room was a slight off-blue colour. Her ventral fur looked almost sea green rather than the usual off white, the curve of her naked breasts throwing fuzzy half-shadows on her stomach from the phone's light.
He slithered over the sheets, kissing her side. Slipped his arms around her, buried his face in her stomach. "Why the hell am I so scared to lose long hours spent doing... something only four or five people in the world really care about? For nearly no money?" He kissed her navel. "Having to spend my life thousands of miles away from everybody *I* care about. So I can achieve something that won't even really make the people I care about happy."
She lightly reached down, stroking behind an ear. "What about... you know. Fighting this? I thought you wanted to be a Ph.D."
Troy shrugged a little. "An expert in physics says my science isn't any good. Fine."
"Fine? What do you mean fine?" She shifted a little, her ears flattening against her sleep-mussed hair.
"I mean, that's fine. He can have his opinion." Troy dipped his head a little, feeling around on her back for where the curve of her spine became her hip. He nipped lightly at the fur on her hip's arch, grazing his teeth against her skin. "That's okay. Universities are funded based on popular opinion nowadays. So that's great. I love popular opinion."
She sat bolt upright, ears flicking up, tips tense. "What are you talking about, Troy?"
"Professor Lowell's opinion is important because he's got this mass of sycophants and fans who hang on his every word." Troy kissed her tenderly, shifted up a little, breathing into her stomach. "So he's got one of those voluntary anti-privacy things that record his every word." He licked her gently. "*Every* word." Troy stuck the tip of his nose against her body, slickened fur bending under his snout.
Jennifer's eyes widened, reflections of the phone's screen glittering green.
"So there's this thing." Troy paused, nuzzling his nose up over her stomach. "This thing that he said." He kissed the curve of her breast. "This uncomplimentary thing, about how I am trying to justify my background..."
She shifted underneath him, set the phone down. "Troy." She reached down, cradling his face with both her hands along the length of his snout. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well it turns out that there are a lot of people online." Troy shrugged a little, propping himself up on the bed. "A lot of people who are interested in furs. More than people who are fanatical about physics professors, apparently." He smirked. "So I got in touch with some news services to confirm that, yes, he really said what he said, and yes, I am shockingly offended."
Jennifer tilted her head slightly. "And given that universities are funded based on popular opinion?..."
Troy let out a sigh. "This probably won't get me back into the Ph.D programme." He shrugged his shoulder slightly. "But we'll see what happens. Maybe I can go back and finish the project I was on, publish my results anyway. But I don't know yet."
She smiled. "Be good if you could. You put a lot of work into it."
"I did." He returned it. "So. Any ideas about what I'm going to do with my life?"
"Well." She glanced down, releasing him and settling down onto the bed. "You could pick up where you left off? If you want." She shrugged a little, smiling a little strangely. She tapped the underside of her left breast. "'Bout there?"
"Oh God, Jennifer! I've had these high expectations of myself all my life," Troy sighed. "Can't I set my goals a *little* lower?"
Her giggles were delightful. Her moans were, too.
\*\*\*
:// City of San Iadras, Downtown.
\*
"And that's, uhm." Saigon covered his mouth with a hand for a moment, tail flicking side to side. He pointed at the tree again, its bark scaley, leaves brownish even in equatorial heat. "That's. That's an, uhm. Well I don't know what kind it is, but it's our tree."
"Your tree," Troy repeated, squinting up at it.
Saigon nodded quickly. "Landlord said we can do whatever we want with it, even though it's got branches over the neighbour's yard." He leaned back, stuck his hands against the small of his back, flexing out his tail. "I wonder if you can genedye a tree?"
"Probably." Troy scratched his head, glancing back at the building Saigon lived in.
A little four storey house, split in the middle with the fire escape converted into a balcony and stairway entrance for the top two floors, made into one apartment. The bricks on the exterior looked a little raw, but they hadn't been painted for God knew how many years. It was probably among the first residential buildings to go up in San Iadras. Old enough to have a sattelite dish and some antennas rusting, bolted into the walls up nearer the roof. The downtown district, or at least this part of it, resembled nothing more than a suburb surrounded by skyscrapers in midtown and uptown. And every few weeks, another piece of it got bought up and brought into one of the redevelopment schemes.
"Anne'd like it better if it was genedyed, I bet. Pink and purple." Saigon squinted a little. "It probably needs watering, though. I should rig something for it."
Troy flicked an ear slightly. "So who lives on the bottom floor?"
"Don't know." Saigon shrugged.
"I, uh. I meant the bottom floor of your apartment." Troy pointed up. Saigon and Anne were in the uppermost floor, splitting the rent with a couple who had the third floor.
"Oh. That's Samantha and Sandy." Saigon frowned a little. "I haven't met them much."
Troy nodded a little, glancing down at the grass.
"Thanks for coming." Saigon glanced down too, scraping his toes into the turf. "I mean. I'm sure you've got more important stuff to be doing than helping me out with fixing the place."
"Jennifer says I need something to keep my hands busy." Troy stuck his hands in his pockets.
Saigon looked up at Troy lopsidedly, absentmindedly sticking his hands in his pockets too. "You okay?"
Troy drew a heavy breath, shrugged with a smile anyway. "My membership in the International Chemistry Researchers' Society lapsed."
Saigon stiffened, side of his mouth pulling aside in a half grimace. "What?"
"It's been awhile since I got in touch with them." Troy shrugged a little. "I mean I guess it's just book keeping."
Saigon's eyes wandered back down to his own feet. "Crappy timing."
Troy stuck out his thumbs and twisted his hands in his pockets, watching the way the fabric on his jeans pulled tight. "Yeah."
"So what's happening with, the, uh."
Troy sighed, staring up at the sky. "Greg's keeping me on the research team as a consultant. I can keep doing my research for now, and I can publish, but I'm not getting my Ph.D. It's gotten political."
"That's pretty harsh."
"Yeah."
"Well. I, uh. I guess this isn't really fixing anything. I guess we aught to start with the garage, while Anne and Jennifer have the car out of the way."
"Trouble with the charger?" Troy nodded. "Where's the garage?"
"No, uhm." Saigon folded his arms uncomfortably. "Start with the garage, like, uh."
Troy lifted an eyebrow. "Uh?"
"Like, uh." Saigon gestured vaguely at the yard. "Like, we need to start building it. Anne's sick of parking in the open and going into town to charge it. She's said she wants a garage in the yard."
"Okay. So what are we building it with?"
Saigon scratched at his cheek. "That, is a real interesting question."
"You have tools, right?"
"Uhm."
"How about a plank. One plank."
"Uhm."
\*
"So, uhm. Where's the garage?" Turin lifted an eyebrow, glancing over the browning grass.
"It's getting built." Troy lifted his sunglasses, squinting up at his brother from the folding chair he'd appropriated. "Over there."
"Uhm." Turin backed up a step, staring down at his shoe.
"No, not there." Troy picked up a beer can, took a swig, and set it back down. Pointed across the yard. "There."
Turin squinted. Set between the slight scuffmarks of the tyres from where Anne and Saigon's car parked, was another can of beer. Empty.
"The beer can."
"It's a pretty big project. We've only just started."
"Saigon, Troy's flipped."
Saigon was edging down the fire escape, a shrink-wrapped block of cans in his arms. "No, no, it's genius. Here you go," he offered, tugging a can free from the block and handing it over, setting the rest down with a thud.
Turin bit his lip. "You guys are going to build a garage out of beer cans?" He cracked the beer open, took a careful sip.
Troy nodded, pulled the sunglasses back down. "If you say so."
"That's not going to work."
"No?" Troy asked, lifting his eyebrow sharply.
Saigon covered his mouth, hiding a grin as Turin shook his head.
"Uh-uh. It's going to over-heat, I mean unless you guys had proper airflow and- uhm. I think I better call Florence. He'll know about this."
\*
Florence kicked the bag. It clattered away from him, sagging in a cacophony of clanks. "Where did you get these?"
Saigon bit his lip, grinning. "Drank 'em."
Florence rolled his eyes, pulling it open and staring inside. "You don't have *enough*."
Turin was laying in the shade of the tree, head propped up against it. "Yeahhh... that's relative."
Florence blinked, staring at Turin. He glanced up at Troy, pointed at Turin, looked back, and whipped his gaze between the two. "Is Turin... are... Did you get him drunk?"
Troy shifted a little on the fold out chair, lifting his sunglasses. "Maybe."
Florence bowed his head, shook it. "What the heck are you guys doing?"
"Troy's a genius," Saigon offered.
Florence rolled his eyes. Plucked his phone from his pocket. "I'm calling Dallas. We need to get organised."
"I was gonna do that," Turin blurted. "N'then they... Explained."
Troy rolled over, pushing himself up off one of the arm-rests. he stuck his finger over his lips. "Shhh!"
Florence's eyes flicked from brother to brother. "You guys are crazy." He turned his back on them, strolling away. "Dallas, I'm over at Saigon's, they're... yeah, no-"
Saigon yelled after him, "tell Dallas to bring a trash can! That really big one you guys have."
Florence frowned. "*What*?"
\*
"I heard you guys were building a garage?" Philadelphia asked, squinting up out of the rolled down side window of his car.
Troy, leaning against the car's side, nodded. "Indeed we are."
"Out of beer cans," Dallas explained concernedly.
Philadelphia pushed the door open, pocketing his keys while it shut itself behind him. "Oh. I get it." Philadelphia settled back to lean against the car's side, next to Troy. "This is because I own a car."
Dallas glanced between them. "Me and Florence have a car too," he protested, pointing at where he'd parked it in the yard. Next to where Philadelphia had parked his.
Troy nodded. "It is because you have a car."
Dallas shoved his hands up on his hips. "We have a car too," he repeated.
Philadelphia glanced back at the cars. "You know, I had plans. Just because it's a Saturday..."
Troy grinned. "What plans?"
Philly's ears drooped. "Uhm. I was gonna watch TV."
Troy nodded knowingly. "Mhmm. Thought so."
Dallas tapped Troy's shoulder. "Why is it important that Philly's got a car and not me and Florence?"
"Philly doesn't have to drag his recycling down to a collection point. He can drive it."
"Yep." Philadelphia looked down at his feet. "I can drive it every Saturday."
Dallas's flattened as he frowned over this. Then, suddenly, they lifted. He blinked. "Oh. But..." He stared at the beer in his hand. "Oh."
Saigon grinned. "Yeah."
"This is really stupid," Dallas grumbled.
"That's why we got the sensible ones drunk, first," Troy explained, glancing back at the tree. Florence had passed out next to Turin, a few more cans stacked up beside them.
"I'm not sensible?" Philadelphia asked, squinting at Troy.
Troy tilted his head, just so. "Well you actually came out here."
Dallas glanced at Saigon for support. Saigon just shrugged.
"This really is crazy," Dallas complained. "And what about all the beer cans?"
"The thing about the beer cans," Saigon explained, "is that most of them are empty."
Dallas just blinked unhappily.
"As official spoilsport you can go buy more. Here's forty nudies," Saigon added, pulling out his wallet and tapping in the transfer of New Dollars. "Get snacks and stuff too. And invite Nadine!" He held it out expectantly, gave Dallas an encouraging nod.
Dallas sighed, pulled out his own wallet and swiped it past Saigon's. They beeped, confirming the transfer. "Fine." He scowled at Saigon. "But this is stupid! It's not gonna work!"
Philadelphia set off towards the folding chair, grinning idly. "I don't know. I think if we all play along..."
\*
The sun was on its way down, turning the sky a kind of orange. A late afternoon insect buzzed along in the slightly damp warmth of one of San Iadras's evenings, twirled around Troy's head and buzzed off in the wake of the car slowing past with hushed clicks, the rustling of the browning grass under the wheels. The squeak of the brakes, applied a little more sharply than usual, to stop the car before it reached its accustomed parking place.
The doors opened with a clank. Hissed aside, and almost immediately Anne was out and on her feet, sweat marking her skin, pasting her shirt down to her body. "*Saigon!*"
Jennifer glanced back over her shoulder as she got out of the car, edged away, tucking her handbag over her shoulder.
Anne squinted at the dark bodies laying around the tree. "Saigon!" She left the car behind, stomping along to see just whom was laying there. Florence, Turin and Philadelphia squinted up at her. A pad marked with chess notation was laying on Turin's chest, Philadelphia's phone was unfolded next to it, a chessboard glowing brightly.
"What the *fuck* is going on here?!"
Turin belched.
Florence tugged at his shirt collar awkwardly. "Uh..."
Philadelphia took a last sip from his beer can and hurled it over-arm at the trash can, sitting between the two rough scuffmarks of the tyres treads, where Anne and Saigon's car was usually parked. Where the beer can had been. Where a week's worth of recycling had it piled high.
The can hit the rim, tumbled off and landed in the grass. Rolled to a halt.
Anne stared. "What are you guys doing?"
"Helping Saigon," Philadelphia replied benignly.
"Where is my husband?" she enquired sharply.
Florence pointed at the house. "He's bringing snacks."
"Snacks? *Saigon!*"
The folding chair creaked under Jennifer's weight, as she settled herself onto Troy's lap.
"I don't know if, uhm, it's strong enough for the weight."
Jennifer blinked sharply at Troy. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
His ears splayed helplessly. "No..."
"Good." Primly she ground her butt back against Troy's lap until she got comfortable, her tail sticking out over the arm rest.
"So, uhm." Troy dry swallowed. "How was the shopping trip? You guys are back late."
"It was pretty good," Jennifer replied with a nod. "We found a book store," she said, pulling a packet out of her bag, holding it up. "This is for you. Is everybody here?"
"Nah. Dallas took off with Nadine." Troy took the packet and unfolded it from around the card wallet. He squinted at the title printed on the data card. "Who's Hebert George Wells?"
Her tail wagged slightly. "An author. He wrote that play from the other night." She settled her back
"Thanks. The island of Doctor Moreau?"
"Mhm. It's got all kinds of versions of it. Like an audio drama, and of his other stories too. You seemed to like the ending."
"Kinda. But I figured something out there."
"Oh?"
Saigon came back downstairs, pointing at the trash can with a bag of pretzels. "But that's what you wanted right?"
"Garage. *Garage!*" Anne snorted, pulling herself along by the railing. "They don't even sound the same!"
"I'm sorry, what'd you say honey? I can't hear you, between the music last night and that thing with you keep doing with the guitar..." He paused on the stairway, lifting up a finger to wriggle in his oversized ear melodramatically. "It's right where you wanted it!"
"Garage! Garbage! Not remotely the same words!"
Saigon cocked his head. "Hm? Did you say something? Guess not." With that he turned around and continued on down the stairs.
Troy tore his eyes off the two, looked back at Jennifer. "You know happy endings?"
"Mhm?"
"Solitude's not a very happy ending. It's a tragic ending."
"Mmm. So what're you thinking about?"
"Trucking."
"Huh?" She squinted.
"Yeah. I think I'm going to move back down here when I finish up in Minnesota. Trucking. Move my stuff."
Jennifer shifted closer, made the chair creak again as she sidled her face up beside Troy's. "Ohhh... trucking. I didn't hear you too well."
"Uhm."
"I thought you were thinking about what we were gonna do later tonight." Theatrically she reached up, wriggled a finger in her ear. "But if you wanna go trucking instead..."
"*Uhm*. Well now I'm thinking about something else." |
Grimtotems by Solusar | The last of my initial Warcraft vore stories, and by far the longest of them all. This was a story written for my boyfriend, Brauner, who is also a tauren. He plays the role of Anji, while I play the role of Tairn. The synopsis of this story is that two Grimtotem tauren venture into Booty Bay and | [
"Anal Vore",
"Bovine",
"Bull",
"M/M",
"Ownership",
"Slavery",
"Tauren",
"World of Warcraft",
"troll"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463965-grimtotems | **GRIMTOTEMS**
Large cloven hooves clopped against the wooden planks of the city as two tauren disembarked from the goblin-owned transport ship, *The Maiden's Fancy*. Almost immediately they - and all else who were leaving the boat - were swarmed by goblin merchants, who began pitching sales for their various wares, seemingly unintimidated by the size or the disgruntled looks that they were getting from many of their potential customers. For one of the tauren, Tairn, whose fur was pitch black, it took every ounce of his self-control not to crush the small green-skinned pests beneath his hooves. The taller, white-furred bull, Anji, was also clearly agitated but did not seem to have the same issue controlling his anger as his clansman.
The goblin merchants started to follow the tauren pair as they proceeded into the large harbor-city known as Booty Bay, but were deterred quite effectively by Tairn, who shot the group a fiery-eyed glare that would have told even the dumbest of creatures to back away. With the crowd dispersing, the enraged bovine turned his attention forward once again and quickened his pace a bit so that he could catch up with his white-furred counterpart. "Goblins . . . filthy creatures." Tairn growled loudly, not caring that several of the city guards had heard him.
Anji turned his head and smirked at the other male before returning his watchful gaze to the harbor-city. "Be that as it may, it is because of these 'filthy creatures' and their underhanded ways that we have been given this opportunity." The taller bull retorted, causing his clansman to give a thoughtful huff. This was the first time that either of them had traveled this continent, let alone Booty Bay, and so both males found themselves taking in the sights and smells of the city. Though neither had set hoof in this land before, both Tairn and Anji were, unfortunately, well-acquainted with the goblin race, which had recently begun to build a settlement obnoxiously close to the tauren's home in the Dustwallow Marsh. But in spite of their hatred for the short, green-skinned creatures, both males had to admit that they were walking through something of a marvel of civilization.
The pair continued on in silence, following the paths through the multi-tiered wooden city as they had been told, passing by dozens of small buildings and stores on their way to their destination. Anji and Tairn eventually came to a point where the path split, with one route leading down to the lower level while the other would take them to the upper tier. Anji recalled that their informer had instructed them to take the incline upwards, and then make a sharp turn to the left once they reached the top. This path brought them to yet another fork, but this time their choices were either to go left or right. As they proceeded toward the split, both males noticed that the traffic in this area had become nonexistent, and that it was the one of the only places on this tier that was shaded by the overhanging level above. Making their second left turn, the two bovines brought the destination into view, although just barely.
Resting at the end of the narrow boardwalk on the left side was a small building, whose entrance was concealed by crates and barrels. Outside the structure stood a human who met the description that the tauren's informer had given them. If the pair recalled correctly, his name was Sly Garrett. Sly was often thought of by the citizens of Booty Bay as a fireworks merchant, but to a select few, he was a self-proclaimed 'shady goods dealer' who dealt in devious circles. This human, clad in a purple V-neck with blue-gray leggings and boots, was no stranger to the deceitful ways of the goblins, and had apparently made quite a living exploiting their society - or so the pair had heard. "Greetings." The man whispered in a low tone; even his voice was shady.
Both tauren nodded simultaneously. "Greetings, human." Anji said quietly.
"What can I do for you?" Sly asked, eying the two larger males with calculating eyes.
"A friend of ours told us that we should tell you that 'a man chooses; a slave obeys'." Tairn said, smirking a bit as he spoke.
Garrett's eyes widened noticeably for a moment, his surprise getting the better of him. The human liked to think that he had seen some of the world's oddest things in his days, but this was something new. Two tauren were interested in his 'wares'? It almost seemed fantastic to Sly, who knew enough about the race of bull-men to know that his particular kind of . . . merchandise was something that the tauren frowned upon. Yet, despite his initial skepticism, the human was unable to detect anything but sincere interest from these odd customers. "I see." He said, his mental cool returning to him. Garrett looked to his left, into the building beside him, where there sat a goblin atop a crate marked with various warnings. "Crazk, if you don't mind watching the front, I'll show our guests what they're looking for."
A few moments of strange silence followed before a previously unseen goblin walked out of the store and made it no more than two steps before he saw the two tauren. A frown quickly sprouted upon the goblin's face as he eyed the pair warily. At first, his suspicious gaze fell upon the white-furred bovine, who left his chest bare but wore a blue kilt made of cloth and a headdress with the feathers of at least dozen of different avians. After taking a few moments to inspect the taller bovine, he turned his attention to the black-furred tauren, who wore simpler clothing: a pair of dark red leggings that were matched by a war harness of a similar color that went across his chest.
Turning his gaze towards Sly, Crazk give him a look identical to the one he had given the tauren. The human merely shrugged at his business partner before looking back at the bovine couple and breaking the relatively awkward silence. "Right this way. You may need to watch your heads." Sly said, ushering his guests into the building. As Garrett lead his 'customers' inside, Crazk continued to eye the three; he couldn't tell whether it was the tauren or the human who had lost their minds, but surmised that insanity was not exclusive to just one party.
One by one, the three males shuffled into the cramped structure, which was cleverly disguised as a fireworks store. Once inside, Garrett wordlessly began removing the panels from some of the larger crates, each one revealing that they contained a single humanoid that was bound and gagged. While every of them wore coverings, both Anji and Tairn agreed that tattered and stained garments could hardly be called clothing any longer. Amid the handful were two male trolls, an orc and a night elf female, and a draenei male. "After all the jabbering Atreyu did about this place, I was expecting a larger selection." Tairn grumbled beneath his breath. In response, Anji elbowed his black-furred counterpart in the arm and gave him a quick glare.
"There are only so many we can fit into the store without drawing too much attention." Sly said, the slightest hint of agitation creeping into his tone. "What you see here is about half of our usual selection . . . most of our stock was bought out a few days ago by a wealthy blood elf."
Anji, the mediator of the tauren couple, waved one of his three-fingered hands dismissively. "You'll have to excuse my partner. He's a bit headstrong."
\_ Nothing wrong with being a little bullheaded.\_ Sly thought cleverly to himself, barely keeping his amusement from showing on the outside. Instead, he simply shrugged at his customers and waved at them to browse at their leisure.
"Hmph." Tairn snorted, folding his huge arms across his chest. "Well this sucks."
The white-furred tauren turned back to his partner and began to speak in taurahe, the language of their race. "The boat is going to leave without us if we don't decide soon, and I know how much you'd love to spend the night in a goblin city . . ."
"I'll take one of the trolls." Tairn blurted, also speaking in taurahe.
"Are you sure?" Anji asked, wondering whether his partner truly wanted the troll or if he just wanted to get out of Booty Bay.
"Not much else to chose from." The black-furred bull replied, giving a frustrated grunt. "Draenei are too prissy for my tastes and the women . . . well, I'd take the draenei before I took the women."
Anji shrugged and nodded in agreement with his counterpart; neither truly enjoyed the company of females, and would only choose them if no other options were present. "Right. I'll take the other troll then."
Sly, who had been trying - and failing - to follow the conversation, did his best not to give his customers an irritated glare as they finally turned back to face him. "How much do you want for the two trolls?" Anji asked, once again speaking in a common trade language. Before the human even spoke, both tauren had already begun reaching down to their individual waistbands, where there hung small cloth sacks that were filled with gold and silver pieces.
"Normally, I'd charge the normal fee, but these are Darkspear trolls - not the local savages. They're tamer . . . harder to get." Years of experience in smuggling and other illegal activities kept Sly's face stony and tone unwavering. For a moment, it seemed as if he would get away with his scheme, but the intimidating stances that the tauren took on quickly shattered his hopes of success. Even one as experienced as Sly couldn't help but gulp nervously at the towering bull-men, either one of them appearing both willing and able to break him in half. "Or perhaps I could just charge you two fine gentle-tauren the normal price. A hundred and twenty-five gold for each will do fine."
While pricey, the couple knew what to expect and had come prepared for such expenses. A few moments passed during which Tairn and Anji counted their coins and poured them into a small, inexpensive moneybag designed for these kinds of transactions. After handing the sacks to the human, he turned and weighed both of them on a nearby scale to make sure that he was not being cheated. "Well, everything seems in order. I'll get your purchases ready and loaded onto *The Maiden* within the hour." Sly said, retrieving a small vial of liquid from a nearby table and approaching a crate that held one of the trolls. This frothy liquid was a special concoction made by Garrett himself to allow his 'wares' to be transported quietly from place to place. "This'll take a little while, so why don't you two visit the tavern? It's back the way you came and on your left."
Naturally untrusting of other races and their motives, the two tauren eyed Garrett suspiciously for a few moments before looking at one another. Seeing few other options or better ways to spend the next hour before *The Maiden* began its journey back to Kalimdor, the pair shrugged and began to walk out of the cramped store.
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After an uneventful trip back to Kalimdor, Anji and Tairn spoke with both the wharf master and the stable master in the town of Ratchet, retrieving their kodo, wagon and the crate that carried their new slaves. Once the box was securely placed on their wagon, the duo resumed their trip back home. This was the leg of their journey that was the most treacherous for any traveler. The arid wasteland, aptly named the Barrens, was full of marauding centaurs, packs of lashtail raptors and herds of quilboars. With these dangers present, Tairn and Anji were kept on their hooves throughout their time in the desert plains. Fortunately for both tauren, their home in the Dustwallow Marsh was not too far away, and they made it through the Barrens before the sun vanished behind the mountains in the distance.
Once in the vast swamp, the scenery changed dramatically. No longer amidst large, wide open fields of golden dirt and sand, Tairn and Anji entered the thick of the comparatively claustrophobic marshlands. With their new surroundings also came the comforting sound of home; large frogs could be heard croaking in the distance while insects chirped their own unique mating calls. Although some might call such ambience an annoyance, Tairn and Anji had grown up in this life-rich land, and had learned to appreciate its music. The sounds of the bog slowly relaxed the two tense tauren as they neared Blackhoof Village, their long-time home. Despite the fact that the road was barely visible through the trees, ferns and low-hanging plant life, neither male had a bit of difficulty navigating their giant pack beast and wagon through these obstacles.
Once they had reached Blackhoof Village, Tairn unloaded the crate from their wagon and began hauling it towards their home while Anji returned the village's transportation to the stable. With both the crate and the tauren inside the medium-sized hovel, the door was locked shut and they began to pry open the large box. Eventually, Tairn, in a show of both his brute strength and his patience, gripped the ends of the crate and tore off one of the panels, splintering some of the wood in the process. Anji gave him a short glare before he looked down and gazed upon the fearful trolls inside. Both tauren were able to see by the look in their eyes that the slaves were still feeling the effects of Sly's concoction, as their pupils remained dilated in the warm light of their home.
With a bit of a struggle, the two bound and gagged creatures were removed from the crate and were quickly tethered to one of their bovine masters by a small cloth binding that was tied around their ankles. Just as excited as the trolls were afraid, the tauren sat down beside one another on their large bed and smirked at both at themselves and their slaves. They yanked on their tethers, dragging their new servants closer and upsetting their balance so that they fell onto their hands and knees. "What are your names?" Tairn demanded in an authoritative tone.
Both trolls looked at one another briefly, their bodies shivering both from fear and exhaustion. "T-Tornek." The one with azure-colored skin and wild, silvery hair stammered.
"Dah'k-kee." The other troll with grass-colored skin and hair answered. While it was tamer than his fellow tribesman, this troll's hair was longer and tied into a braid that ran down his back. Both trolls had short pairs of tusks that were no longer than a few inches in length, a sign of their youth. If either tauren had to guess, they would say that neither was older than nineteen or twenty years of age.
Tairn looked over at his partner for a moment, smirking once again. "I like this. It's fun." He whispered.
"Indeed, love . . . but I don't think you and I purchased these two to subjugate and demoralize them verbally . . . did we?" Anji retorted, giving the other bovine a knowing look and a mischievous grin.
"Heh," Tairn replied, "I love it when you're frisky."
Anji gripped the tether in his hand and pulled on it, drawing Dah'kee closer to him. The troll stumbled for a moment before he regained his balance and looked up at the large bovine with fearful eyes. "Undress me." Anji commanded, gazing down at his slave. For a moment, it appeared as if the troll were going to protest, but instead, he diverted his eyes briefly and then stood up and approached the white-furred tauren. Dah'kee carefully removed the bovine's feathered headdress and set it aside before going down to his master's blue kilt and untying the strands that kept it in place.
As Dah'kee undressed Anji, Tairn pulled Tornek over to him in a similar fashion as his counterpart had. The black-furred male gave a single gesture that Tornek could only assume meant that his master wanted him to undress him as well. The troll hesitantly went to work, trying not to look into Tairn's piercing, cold gaze. The dark colored harness was easy to remove, but the same could not be said for the bovine's leggings. The deep red trousers proved to be a difficult thing for Tornek to take off, not because of their design, but because his master refused to make the job easy for him; Tairn purposefully did not lift his rear off the bed for even a moment, forcing his slave to tug the leggings off as hard as he could without tearing them. Eventually, the trousers joined the bovine's other clothing in a neat pile on the floor.
"Pleasure me." Anji said in a commanding tone, causing Tornek to look over at the white-furred tauren, who sat completely naked on the bed with his legs spread apart and his black malehood standing perfectly erect in front of Dah'kee. Tornek gulped nervously; it took no stretch of the imagination for him to know that he was about to be given a similar order. By the looks of his daunted expression, Dah'kee was clearly having doubts that he could fit the lengthy shaft in his mouth without catching the soft flesh on his teeth. Tornek watched his friend gaze up at his white-furred master, seemingly in hopes that the tauren would change his mind.
But before he could see the response, Tornek's head was turned back towards his own master and was given a rather close up view of member growing between his thick, furry legs. "Lick." Tairn demanded, both his tone and his gaze more unyielding than ever. It was at this time that a low, guttural moan filled the room. Tornek didn't need to look to see that his friend had started to fulfill his master's command, and was apparently doing a good job of it. The azure-skinned troll gulped once again, his eyes glued to the growing pillar of pink flesh before him. It was not out of lust that he could not take his eyes off the tauren's member, but rather out of fear. Though young, Tornek was not as naive as his age would imply, and the more he stared at the tauren's malehood, the greater his suspicions grew as to where it would end up.
Shakily, the troll drew his face closer to the fleshy shaft and parted his lips so that his tongue could meet with it. Tornek felt his master's body tense as the two organs made contact, but he soon relaxed his powerful muscles and gave a soft, pleasured moan. Somewhat encouraged by this sound, the troll licked again at the head of the pink pillar, slickening it with a layer of his saliva. Slowly, the troll licked his way along the shaft, always returning back to the tip of the spire before venturing downward again. Admittedly, this wasn't so bad . . . or at least it wasn't until the black-furred bull uttered one word that nearly made Tornek's heart stop: "Suck."
The familiar feeling of apprehension returned instantly and formed a pit in the troll's stomach. His mind raced as he tried to consider his options, and began to panic when he realized that there were none. A low growl filled his ears, and he knew that his master was growing impatient. Hastily, Tornek made up his mind on what needed to be done and opened his jaws wide so that he could accommodate the taurenhood in his mouth. Whether it was innate skill or the work of a miracle, the troll could not tell, but he somehow managed to avoid nicking the large member on his teeth. With what he imagined to be the hardest part now over, the azure-skinned troll continued to caress his master's organ with his tongue. He then began to bob his head up and down on the hardness, slowly at first until he was confident that he had gotten the rhythm down and then gradually picking up his pace.
Tairn's three-fingered hands dug into the cloth sheets that covered the bed as the troll suckled on his malehood, moaning pleasured, incoherent curses with each time that his slave's lips caressed the head. The tauren's breathing quickened and his heart pounded in his chest as the sensations built up in his loins. He didn't know whether it was the feeling of power that he had or the skill with which the troll worked his mouth, but Tairn felt himself nearing a climax faster than he could ever recall. Just before the sensations overwhelmed him and drew him into the throes of an orgasm, Tairn summoned the will to order his slave to stop. "Enough!" The bovine bellowed.
Slowly, the tension in his lower regions died down and his breathing became slower. As he sat up and gave his slave the slightest of appreciative nods, Tairn looked over to see his white-furred counterpart panting heavily while the green-skinned troll lapped at the furry sac beneath his member. "Mmmm . . . that's good." Anji murred, placing a hand atop Dah'kee's head, beginning to guide him down. "Now go lower." Tairn saw the troll's expression change briefly with the new order but he did as he was told, beginning to probe the white-furred tauren's crack with his tongue. With a grin, Tairn stood up and took the few short steps over to Anji and his slave, nearly knocking his own servant over in the process.
Though Dah'kee was aware of the black-furred bovine's presence behind him, he did not make any indication that he knew so and continued to lick at his master's rear. "Deeper now. Get my hole." The troll's face contorted a little as he heard his master speak, fearful of what he might taste. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, pushing his face into the crack between the bovine's legs until his mouth met with the tailhole. Much to his surprise and relief, his master was clean and neither his fur nor his puckered opening carried the nausea-inducing tastes that he thought he would find.
Mere moments later, Dah'kee felt two large hands wrap around his kneeling figure. Reflexively, the troll tensed and wanted to turn to see who had grabbed him but he stopped when he realized that it was his other master and hesitantly resumed his task. He let the bull lift his hindquarters up, straightening his legs while keeping his head in a place where he could still reach his master's pucker. Before Dah'kee could begin to fathom what the tauren was doing, he felt something slick brush against his backside, and in that instant his mind added up the equation. The troll felt a wave of fear wash over him as his imagination formed a brutally vivid picture of what was about to happen. Somehow, in this fearful state, the troll decided that the best course of action was to ignore the tauren preparing to mount him and focus on the task given to him by his white-furred owner.
Tairn grinned evilly to himself as he wedged his saliva-slicked member between the troll's cheeks, causing the smaller creature to shudder. With a lengthy grunt, Tairn pushed himself into the slave, forcing Dah'kee's hole open. The troll bit his lower lip and slammed his eyes shut as he felt the shaft slide into him, filling his small body. Massive waves of pleasure meshed with similar waves of pain, the combined forces washing over his consciousness like raging waters in a storm. After what felt like an eternity, Dah'kee felt his master's furry thighs press against his rear, allowing him a moment to breathe. The troll's body shivered uncontrollably as the rod was pulled a part of the way out of his hole and thrust back in.
"Don't stop." Anji grunted, his voice forcing his slave out of his stupor. With no small effort on his part, the troll once again began to lick at his master's rear. Every time that Tairn thrust his malehood in and out of him, Dah'kee couldn't help but gasp and shudder. Eventually, however, his body grew used to the sensations and he was, for the most part, able to maintain his focus as he obeyed his master. That is, until the tauren's pace quickened and he began pounding their bodies together harder and harder. Dah'kee's face pushed up against his master's hole with each thrust, and he was barely able to keep up that which was demanded of him.
\_ Please, let him finish soon.\_ Dah'kee thought quietly to himself. Then, the bovine gave his most powerful thrust yet, forcing the troll's face into the puckered opening. The troll shut his eyes as he felt himself push against his master's body, but instead of stopping as he should have, he continued forward. Before he could open his eyes, Dah'kee knew that something was amiss, as he felt as strange and unexplainable warmth surround his head. The troll saw nothing but darkness when he peeled back his eyelids, finding that even the dim light that filled the crack of his master's backside was nowhere to be found. *What de--?*
Tairn slammed his huge body into the tiny troll once more, pushing the smaller creature forward. Anji gave a long, thundering moan of pure pleasure as he felt himself open up to accommodate the widest part of his slave's body. Dah'kee felt the mysterious warmth advance along his shoulders, and heard soft squishing sounds as tight flesh stretched around him. It was in this moment that Dah'kee realized where he was and what was happening to him.
Immediately he began to struggle and kick in a futile effort to pull himself out, but not even a fraction of a second later Tairn thrust their bodies together again, and Dah'kee found his arms pinned uselessly at his sides. The warmth of his master's body had enveloped most of his torso now, and he could hear the faint sounds of the bovine's heart thumping heavily within his chest. The troll's breathing quickened and his mind raced. *How am I going to get out of this? Why is this happening? How was this happening? Surely I can only go in so far . . . right?* Dah'kee's thoughts were answered only by another thrust of the big bull's body into his. Soft flesh stretched around him, clinging to him tightly, caressing him from all directions.
Outside, a bulge had formed in Anji's stomach which depicted the wriggling troll inside him. The white-furred tauren could do little besides gasp and writhe in pleasure as his senses were overloaded with each tiny squirm or struggle that his slave made. Both of Anji's hands caressed the growing swell in his belly, trying to envision what the frightened troll must be experiencing. The tauren loved the feeling of the creature inside him, filling his body in ways most couldn't imagine, but he craved more - so much more.
"I'm - uhf - close, just a little - AH! - more!" Tairn barely managed to utter as he plunged his malehood deep into the slave. His member tingled inside the tight hole, pre-cum leaking from his head steadily. As the bovine thrust his torso back and the sensitive organ rubbed against the walls of the troll's insides, Tairn gritted his teeth and gave a feral snort. With a few quicker, less forceful thrusts, he brought himself closer to a climax until finally he felt his limit within reach. The black-furred tauren gave one last, powerful thrust, forcing his member hilt-deep into the slave. He gave a thunderous, bellowing roar as his whole body tensed and shuddered. Seed gushed from his member into the slave's bowels in thick, hot streams. "Yeeaaaaahh." The bovine grunted slowly through clenched teeth, feeling his malehood continue to spurt semen until there was none left inside him.
Dah'kee felt his rear slide into his master's hole as the black-furred tauren gave him one last thrust. He couldn't help but moan softly, feeling the thick member that filled him so perfectly spasm and shoot warmth into his rear. For a moment, he forgot about his fear and let himself enjoy the feeling of the hot liquid deep within his bowels that was accompanied the long, thick taurenhood plunged deep within him. This relaxed state and euphoric sensation lasted only as long as the bovine's orgasm did, however, and was replaced once again by a sense of dread as he felt Tairn's shaft slide out of him. Dah'kee resumed his futile struggles, kicking what little of his body remained outside wildly in hopes of finding some means of escape.
With his lover's passionate moans spurring him on, Tairn grabbed a hold of the troll's kicking legs and began pushing them into Anji's hole. The black-furred male looked up at his mate, watching him caress the swell in his gut lovingly as it grew and grew with each inch that the flailing slave was consumed. Lowering his muzzle down to the moving bulge, Tairn playfully licked the head of Anji's taurenhood a few times before opening his jaws and taking it in completely.
The white-furred bovine arched his back, lifting himself off the bed by a few inches as he dug his fingers into the bedsheets. Tairn bobbed his head up and down the pre-coated member, pushing the troll in a little more with each time that he thrust his muzzle down on the throbbing malehood. Anji was in a state of bliss; the intense pleasure rippling outward from his loins set fire to his senses, causing his muscles to spasm and his tongue to form incoherent words. Barely able to breathe, the white-furred tauren could only lay back and writhe as his lover fed him the last of his meal.
Only Dah'kee's squirming feet and ankles remained to be seen by the outside world; the rest of him lay deep within the soft embrace of his master's bowels. At some point, the troll had felt his head push through something and enter a space that he could only assume was the tauren's stomach. With each inch of him that Tairn pushed inside, more and more of his body was emptied out into the expanding sac. Dah'kee whimpered as he felt the warmth advance over his ankles, the hole through which he had entered already tightening around his kicking limbs.
Tairn gave the troll one last push and forced the two-toed feet into his lover's hole. He felt the entrance begin to close around his finger and the tether that remained tied to Dah'kee's ankle, causing him to murr quietly as he suckled on his lover's arousal. Slowly, he pulled the thick digit out of the hole and allowed it to tighten around the cloth binding, sealing the slave inside. Anji's whole body shuddered as he felt his tailhole close and his body stretch the last little bit to accommodate the troll. He was only able to give a low moan as a warning to his partner that he could not hold back any longer. Seed gushed from the twitching member into Tairn's awaiting maw, coating his flat teeth and tongue in the hot, sweet liquid. The dark-furred male gave gulp after gulp, swallowing his partner's cum greedily as it gushed into his mouth.
Once his hunger was satisfied, Tairn pulled his head back, leaving the slowly shrinking malehood to lie against Anji's enormous stomach. As he pulled away, the brutish male got a good look at the moving bulge within his lover. He could clearly see the troll's hands pressed up against the walls of the sac, seemingly searching for a way out. Soft, muffled cries could also be heard coming from his partner's belly, but he could not decipher what was being said. The bovine gave a chuckle, placing one of his hands against Anji's soft fur, feeling the struggling creature within. "I don't think he's happy." Tairn said in a feigned sympathetic tone, causing the other male to snort.
"Ohhh," Anji moaned, "I'd forgotten what it felt like to be this full." He said, rubbing the lump in his gut lovingly. "Mmm . . . now I think it's your turn, love." Somehow, the bull managed to sit upright, causing his stomach to bulge out even more. Both tauren looked over to the north corner of their house, finding Tornek standing flat against the wall, his expression showing nothing but pure, unadulterated terror. Tairn and Anji glanced at one another, smiling wickedly before returning their gaze to their terrified slave.
The black-furred tauren bent over and took the cloth tether in his hands, giving it a quick and powerful tug that took Tornek off his feet. With a thud and a grunt, the troll fell to the ground, where he was slowly dragged toward the menacing bovine couple. Tornek rolled onto his stomach and clawed desperately at the wooden floor, hoping to stop himself from being taken any closer. His arms grabbed at everything they could, but nothing was a match for the brute strength of his master and he soon found himself at the hooves of the black-furred bovine. Tornek whimpered fearfully as he looked up at the two monstrous creatures, his body quivering as if he were in the coldest reaches of Northrend.
"On your feet, slave!" Tairn demanded, his tone reflecting his lack of patience. It took the troll only a few moments to weigh the painful consequences, the fear of which being greater than that of becoming food for the creature, and he was somehow able to conjure the will to stand up. Still shaking from fear, Tornek looked up at his fiery-eyed master, somehow knowing that he would soon end up inside him. This thought did nothing but unnerve the creature even more, making his legs feel weak and rubbery.
"How do you want him, love?" Anji asked the other male, his gaze bouncing from his partner to the troll and back again.
A dark, twisted smile grew upon the face of the other tauren as he contemplated what he wanted to do with his slave. He knew that there were a number of ways the troll could fill his hungering body, but ultimately he decided that only one that would truly hit the spot. With his mind made up, Tairn gave a soft murr. "I think you had the right idea." He said, beginning to turn around. He then leaned heavily on the bed, giving his slave a frighteningly close up view of his backside. "But I want him feet first." Tairn finished coolly.
Tornek's eyes widened as he saw the two huge mounds in front of him. He managed to take a few steps backwards, but soon found himself up against a soft wall of flesh that was Anji. He turned around to see his fellow tribesman squirming around beneath layers of flesh and fur inside tauren's stomach. Tornek gasped in horror, but before he could try to run away, Anji reached forward with surprising speed and grabbed hold of him, lifting him off the floor with alarming ease. The troll struggled as he was twisted and turned into a position that all but forced him to look on as his kicking legs neared the black-furred bovine's crack. "No, please!" He pleaded, but his cries fell upon deaf ears.
"Don't worry, little troll," Anji whispered in a tone that was bizarrely soothing, "this will not be the end of you." Something in the tauren's soft words relaxed Tornek a little, and caused his feverish struggles to weaken ever so slightly. He looked down as he felt his master's fur brush against his toes, watching his feet slide between the bovine's crack. Both of their bodies shivered from gentle contact, albeit for different reasons. Tornek gulped nervously and tried not to think too much of where he would soon be going, but to spite himself his terrified mind wouldn't allow him such comfort.
Tairn gave slow, deep breath that relaxed his powerful muscles for what was to come. "I'm ready." He whispered calmly to Anji, who gently began to push the quivering troll into his partner's backside. A low moan escaped the tauren as his pucker easily gave way for the blue-skinned creature and allowed its feet to enter his body. Slowly, Tairn grew aroused from the sensations and his malehood once again began to harden and grow between his legs. He murred happily as he felt his hole stretch to accommodate the troll's legs, which were soon brought in up to their knees. "Oh . . . *yeah*." Tairn groaned, taking one hand and gently caressing his flat abdomen all over.
Tornek's breathing had quickened greatly, and he was barely able to keep from hyperventilating in the arms of his white-furred master. He watched in horror as the widening hole consumed his thighs and continued to his lower regions. Admittedly, the soft warmth of the tauren's body might have felt good against his skin were it not for the fact that he feared for his life. Every now and then, he would squirm a little and the terrifying sound of moist flesh lapping at his skin would fill his ears along with his master's pleasured moans. The troll gasped as he felt his sac and stiff member slide into the larger creature, the softness of his master's insides rubbing against his malehood in a strangely enjoyable way.
No longer able to ignore his own throbbing hardness, Tairn took his arousal into his wandering hand and began stroking it furiously. Whenever the bovine felt himself nearing an orgasm, he slowed his pace until the sensations died down. Pre leaked from the head of his taurenhood onto the bed, but he did not care; all that was on his mind was the troll slowly filling his empty belly. "Struggle for me, slave!" He commanded between his heavy breaths.
All too eagerly, Tornek allowed the floodgates to open and his fear to run rampant; he kicked and squirmed in the other tauren's grasp even though he had long since lost all hope of escape. Tairn saw nothing but white as his senses were assaulted by the pleasure given to him by his struggling meal, the overwhelming force so strong that he thought he could feel his mind separate from his body for a moment or two.
Anji murred softly as he watched the troll's bellybutton disappear into his mate's expanding hole. A quick glance at the other tauren revealed that he his stomach had begun to grow and swell must like his own, though it was far from the same size . . . yet. The white-furred bull pushed the struggling meal deeper inside, spurred on by Tairn's impassioned moans. He watched as the slave's flailing arms grabbed onto his horns and started holding on for dear life. "There, there . . . it'll all be over soon." He whispered into the blue-skinned creature's ear, somehow comforting him.
Tornek panted heavily, unable to take his eyes off the advancing ring of flesh that slowly enveloped him. He whimpered softly as he felt the warmth creep ever closer, watching it expand over his shoulders. Though his heart was pounding and his mind was a swirling torrent of panicked thoughts, there was some enjoyment to be found in this terrifying situation: with each kick or struggle that Tornek made, his member brushed against the bull's fleshy insides, sending ripples of pleasure through his loins. This was the only soothing part of the experience, however, and it was far from enough to curb his rampant terror. Tornek's whimpers grew louder and more fearful as the light of the outside world fled from his sight and was replaced by the darkness of his master's insides.
The troll looked up just in time to see his hands lose their grip on Anji's horns and the smiling bull's face disappear from his narrowing field of view. Gravity was quick to take over, and Tornek felt himself start to slide in faster and faster. There was nothing he could do but flail his arms uselessly as they sunk into the warmth of his master, grasping at anything they could. For a moment, there appeared to be a glimmer of hope when he managed to grasp the bovine's thick cheeks with one of his hands. Sadly, his victory lasted only momentarily, as Anji peeled the fingers off of his mate's rear. Once again, he began to descend into the cavernous bowels of the bull, and soon the hole closed around him, sealing him in darkness. "No, NO!!" He cried, clawing desperately at the slick, fleshy walls, but it was already far too late.
With a loud, long moan, Tairn felt himself fall into the wild throes of an orgasm once again. His enormous form twitched and shook as his body once again rid itself of all its seed. The warm, sticky liquid was shot everywhere, including his engorged stomach and the sheets that covered their bed. Slowly, the bull recovered from the exhausting experience and found the strength to roll over onto his backside. "Uh . . ." He groaned, drunk with pleasure. Tairn looked down at the moving bulge in his stomach, and smiled at the wriggling troll inside. "That hit the spot." He said contently, giving his gut a few gentle pats.
"Mmm . . . I'm glad, hun." Anji replied, leaning over onto his mate. As the two males drew their faces closer, their bulging bellies brushed together, causing the swells to jiggle a little bit. Tairn and Anji smiled at one another before letting their eyes fall shut and their muzzles lock in a tight, passionate kiss. Their tongues playfully wrestled as the two continued to rub their enlarged guts together, sending small ripples of euphoric fullness throughout their consciousnesses.
Soon, though, they were forced to break the kiss, exhaustion beginning to overtake them both. With their needs satisfied and their bellies full, the couple laid down beside one another in their bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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Deep within his master's stomach, Dah'kee listened to the bovine's steady breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. Hours had passed since he had been devoured, but he had yet to pass out from a lack of oxygen or feel the burning of a single drop of digestive acid. Although he was thankful for this, the troll couldn't help but contemplate how this could be while he sat curled up in the stretchy sac. Sweat covered his skin and his breathing was heavy due to the heat that surrounded him, but considering where he was, he felt reasonably comfortable.
Every now and then, he would think of Tornek and wonder if he had met a similar fate. Dah'kee had certainly heard and felt the struggle that went on outside shortly after he had been consumed, but all he could hear were muffled voices and groans. In spite of the fact that he hoped Tornek had gotten away, he somehow knew that the other male's fate was not so different from his.
Occasionally a sigh would escape him and he would carefully feel along the cloth tether that remained tied to his ankle until he found the entrance through which he had come. From there he would attempt to force the tight ring open, but every time he tried, his efforts were met with failure. Though he was frustrated, he dared not take out his anger on the walls that surrounded him for fear that he would agitate his master and give him reason to digest his meal.
He sat like this for some time, until finally he felt the bovine rumble and awaken from his slumber. Dah'kee was bounced around as his master sat up and got on his hooves, where he began walking towards a destination unknown. The sac moved back and forth with each step that the white-furred tauren took, the swaying and bouncing quickly beginning to make the poor troll sick. Just before nausea overwhelmed him, however, his master came to a stop for whatever reason and gave Dah'kee a moment to recover.
Although he could hear nothing besides the tauren's breathing and his heart beating, Dah'kee felt that it was safe to assume that the bovine was relieving himself of excess fluids. The troll shivered at the thought before banishing it from his mind. Shortly thereafter, the bovine began walking - waddling, really - to another location within the house. Mere moments later, he heard the undeniable sound of a voice. Because he did not feel the vibration of his master's vocal cords, Dah'kee was able to guess that the voice belonged to the other tauren.
A short conversation ensued between the two before the troll was bounced around as his devourer did something that Dah'kee could only begin to imagine. Minutes passed before the odd motion stopped and was replaced by the sound of the white-furred tauren's heavy breathing. A few moments later, Dah'kee felt the bovine take a few waddling steps over to something and lean over heavily on whatever it was.
Before he could start to ponder what his master was doing, he heard the creature rumble deeply. This was only followed by a strange tugging that he felt at his tethered ankle. Suddenly, he felt the pucker that he had come through relax and allow his foot and ankle to go through. Immediately, the troll put his other foot into the opening in hopes that this would be his opportunity to get out of the hot, sweaty prison. Not a moment too soon, he felt something tug at the cloth binding again, pulling his body through the stomach exit. Dah'kee didn't care who was pulling him out, just that he would soon be free of the tight confines.
Anji groaned loudly as he felt the troll slide throughout his body, slowly nearing his tailhole. After a few long moments of intense pleasure, he felt the slave's feet emerge back out into the world. The tauren panted with his eyes closed and his paws gripping at the bedsheets as Tairn pulled the slave out of him. He felt every line and curve of the troll's body leave his own - his legs, rear chest, arms and head all emerged from Anji's hole and left him feeling empty.
With a thud and a grunt, Dah'kee hit the floor unceremoniously, taking in long, deep breaths of the cool air outside his master's body. Finally, he opened his eyes to find the black-furred tauren standing over him with a dark smile. "On your feet. We're going to get cleaned." Tairn said before walking over to the pile of his garments and starting to clothe himself. The white-furred tauren, he assumed, had begun to do the same, as he was on the other side of the room crouched down with his back turned to him.
Suddenly, Dah'kee's attention was grabbed by the sight of Tornek standing a few feet away, the blue-skinned troll's body glistening with sweat and his breathing clearly as ragged as his own. Shaking away his amazement, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to his tribesman, silently giving his gratitude to the gods that he was okay. "H-how?" Dah'kee asked the obvious question. The other troll simply shrugged his shoulders, evidently no more in the loop than his friend.
"Come, we're leaving." Tairn said, tugging on the tether lightly before the trolls could converse any further.
Dah'kee and Tornek followed the tauren out the door in silence. It would seem that they would be kept in the dark for now, but somehow the blue-skinned troll knew that in time, he and his tribesman would get to know their new masters inside and out\* . . . . . .
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\* The author would like to apologize for this terrible pun and hopes that you did not cringe half as much as he did when writing it. |
Life's Tough With The Odds Against You - Chapter Two - Great News At The Worst Time by ZyferWulf | #2 of Life's Tough With The Odds Against You - Life's Tough With The Odds Against You - Chapter Two - Great News At The Worst Time I opened the door and walked into my house, a smile plastered across my face. I put my bag on the ground near the door and walked to the kitchen for some food. My | [
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I opened the door and walked into my house, a smile plastered across my face. I put my bag on the ground near the door and walked to the kitchen for some food. My stomach made sure it's tantrum was heard from being denied lunch, so I quickly threw open the cabinet door and searched intensively for something to eat.
"A ha! You are mine now." I said, grabbing the bag of barbecue-flavored chips. My hands had become shaky in anticipation. I licked my lips as I tore the bag open, accidentally ripping down the side in the process. I walked over to the couch and sat down, shoving an entire paw full of chips in my muzzle, the delicious taste amplified by my hunger. The door swung open and Cindy walked in, smirking lightly.
"Hey Cindy." I said before cramming more chips in my muzzle.
"Hey to you too Ierlex." She said back with a slight wave. "So, anything happen today worth of talking about?"
I roughly swallowed down my mouthful of chips. "Well, I kicked Zach's ass at lunch."
"Yea, so I've heard." she said as she grabbed an apple from the counter. "I mean what else happened, like within the last ten minutes."
"You mean me and Alexis?" I said; paw reaching into the bag again, already digging halfway down to reach more chips. "What about it?"
"Don't be like that silly, I saw you two. I wasn't more than a few hundred yards behind you lovebirds. So why all of a sudden now? I thought you knew her since like kindergarten or something."
"Well, I guess we just never realized what was had was more than friendship till now. Hey, where's mom? Her car's not in the driveway."
"I don't know, she's normally back from daytime errands by now." Our ears perked up as we heard a car pulling up the driveway. "There she is." She said, sitting down next to me and grabbing some chips. The door swung open and our mother walked in, smiling enthusiastically.
"You two, I have some great news!"
"What is it?" Cindy and I asked simultaneously. Another figure walked into the house.
"I got promoted and don't have to travel anymore!"
"Dad!" We shouted, running up to him and hugging him.
"And I have more news. We are all moving to their headquarters at the end of the week!"
While my sister began jumping in happiness, my legs turned to stone, my arms went limp, and my stomach twisted in thousands of ways. The bag of chips spilled over the floor while Cindy and my father were talking about how amazing our new lives were going to be, but my mother had noticed my sudden uneasiness.
"Ierlex, what's wrong?"
"We can't leave, not now. No, I'm not leaving."
"What do you me?"
"Oh, this must be about his new girlfriend." Cindy said, almost in a mocking tone. My mother looked at the other two and motioned for them to leave the room.
"So, is this that one Melissa girl I've been hearing about?"
"No." I said, sitting down. "It's not."
"It wouldn't be Alexis by chance?" I nodded; the pain of what might be started swelling in my chest.
"Well, when we move, your father will be around more, and there's always more than one person in the world that you can have a good relationship with."
"You don't understand, I've known her for more than half my life, and I love her. You can't just split us up like this. She's as much of a part of me as I am myself."
"You're not honestly asking this family to decline a promotion that would bring us closer together just because of a little high school fling?" She asked, losing her patience.
"It's not just a fling mom, we're different. We're not the same as all the other high school relationships, this is love!" By now she was done with me.
"Listen, your father is accepting this promotion, you are saying goodbye to your friends at school, and we are leaving as soon as possible alright!" She stood up and stormed over to the kitchen while I stomped to my room, slamming the door.
There was no way I was just going to leave Alexis, not now that we've truly discovered how we feel about each other. My eyes began to water as a lump lodged itself in my throat. I was going to stay with her no matter what, nothing will ever separate us. I would do anything for her, and that meant anything. My mind was set; I knew what I had to do.
I wiped the tears from my muzzle and opened the window, swinging my legs over and dropping to the ground. I quickly snuck around the house and dashed across the road, then rushed to Alexis's house.
I knocked on the door, double checking my composure. I heard noise from behind the door before it was pulled open by Alexis's mother.
"Oh, Ierlex! We weren't expecting you. Alexis here was just telling us the news.
Would you like to come in?" she said, stepping to the side.
"Actually, I was wondering if I could talk with Alexis, sorta privately?"
"Um, ok I suppose. Alexis, Ierlex wants to talk with you!" I heard someone thumping down the stairs before Alexis moved around her mother to stand on the porch in front of me.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked happily. She looked at her mother, signaling for her to go back inside.
"There's something important I need to tell you." I said as I started to move backwards.
"I guess." she said, unsure of what I meant.
She walked beside me as we slowly moved down the road while I contemplated how to tell her what was going on.
"Ierlex, what's on your mind?" I stopped moving and faced her, taking her paws in mine.
"My dad got a promotion, and it requires us to move to their headquarters, which is located halfway around the world." her eyes noticeably saddened, but she let me continue. "There's no possible way of me being able to stay here, but I'm not going to leave you." She nodded, a few tears growing in her eyes. "I would follow you to the ends of the earth, through hell and back, I'd give up all I own to be with you. For you, I'd fight ten thousand bulls to keep you safe, and I'll love you forever and forever, no matter what life tries to put between us. What I'm asking is, do you trust me?" She took a moment to take in what I'd just said before she spoke.
"For you, I'd do whatever it takes to spend my entire life with you. I trust you, I trust you with my entire being, because I love you, and that won't change, no matter what happens."
"Then run away with me."
"What?" She said, stunned. I took a step back.
"I'm not about to leave you. We'll pack our things tonight, grab all the money we have, and take the midnight train north and start a new life, our new life, together." I held out my arm. "We've gotta hold on to what we've got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. Take my hand and we'll make it I swear. We've got each other, and that's all I need to live. My love, I ask you again, do you trust me?" Hesitantly, she reached her paw out to grasp mine, nodding. I pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her, lightly scratching her back to calming her as she began to whimper.
We slowly made our way back to her house, her sniffles had stopped but I kept my arms around her, lovingly. I kissed her softly on her cheek before she went back inside. I took a deep breath before heading back to my house, creeping around back, and crawling in through my window.
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Dinner had been quiet as I shoveled down as much food as I could. After that I retreated to my room, grabbing some clothes and my wallet, and threw it all in my bag along with anything else I would be needed. Now I was lying in my bed, the clock slowly clicking closer to twelve. Half an hour ago I heard the last of the lights go out, and now the rest of my family should be asleep. Quietly, I got out of bed and grabbed my bag. I crept out of my room and across the hall to my parent's room. As slow as I could I opened the door and slipped in, hearing the two of them snoring lightly. I moved to their dresser, sliding my bag off and opening it. I reached out and grabbed my father's Rolex watch and a few of my mother's rings and dropped them into my bag, causing the metal to clang together in the dark of the night. I froze as my parents stirred in their sleep, hoping they wouldn't awaken. Thankfully the muffled sounds of snoring filled the void once more as I closed my bag and tip toed back out of their room. I swiftly moved across the living room and opened the door, slipping out into the night.
I jogged down to Alexis's house, arriving just as she was closing the door.
"Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded as she walked to me and wrapped her arms around me, digging her face into my shoulder. Instinctively, my arms reached around as I held her tightly; reassuring her that everything would be alright.
Silently, we began walking down the road, knowing the seriousness of the situation, we continued without a doubt that we would love each other unconditionally, and that love would get us through this to the other side all right.
I took another quick mental count of the money I had. My wallet contained three fifty's, a few tens, and some ones. That made near a hundred eighty dollars, then whatever I could get out of the watch and jewelry.
We passed by the school, leaving behind our friends and memories for something greater. Besides, I was still going to try to keep in touch with Melissa and Reiken, but I knew if either of our parents found out where we were then they'd have the cops on us to bring us home, but what they didn't understand was wherever I wound up with Alexis, that would be my home, our home.
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"Yes, that's two tickets, one way." I said to the man behind the counter.
"That'll be seventy six dollars and twenty-nine cents." I pulled out my wallet and gave him a fifty and two tens. While he was making change I heard Alexis start breaking down in tears. I put my arms around her and pulled her close. She buried her muzzle in my chest again and began crying.
"Babe, it's ok, it's all right. I won't let anything happen to you. It's going to be ok." I said lovingly. The man behind the counter gave me a strange look.
"Sir, should I be concerned?" he said, handing me the change. I shook my head as I put the change in my pocket and moved to one of the benches, Alexis still in my arms, slowly calming back down.
"I-I'm just afraid. I don't know, but I know that you will be there for me, and that's enough for me to believe that we'll be all right." She smiled at me, her tear filled eyes twinkling in the midnight light. I smiled back, kissing her on the nose. She giggled lightly, kissing me back. I sat down on the bench, her sitting on my leg and leaning on my chest as we waited for the train to take us away to our destiny.
We heard the undeniable sound of a train whistle, soon accompanied by the rumbling of the track and the light turning the corner as the train slowed down, stopping and opening the doors. We were the only ones at the train stop, and no one got off the train. Together we rose from the bench and walked on to the empty train, sitting down as the doors closed. The train slowly began moving out of the station and the thunks of the rail became more and more rhythmic.
She laid her head on my chest; closing her eyes and drifting to sleep while mine watched the silhouettes of the hills outside roll on by. A strange feeling came over me, now knowing that my family had turned their backs on Alexis and me, so in turn we turned our backs on the life we once knew, but deep down I knew it was the right decision, because if it meant being with Alexis for the rest of my life, then it would always be the choice I'd make. And perhaps, just maybe, some twenty years down the line or so, we'd go and find them once again and hope that they still know I'm their son and realize why I did what I did.
Eventually, the reoccurring lullaby of the tracks got to me as I rested my head on my soul mates, my breaths becoming closer and closer in sync to hers, and finally drifting off into an uneasy sleep.
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I woke with a start as the train suddenly stopped. I looked around, finding the midday sunlight flowing through the open doors, the sign above the doors showing it was our stop. I shook Alexis lightly.
"Wake up, we're here." She murmured before rising from my chest. "Are you ready?" I said as I got up and grabbed our bags.
"So, this is it, no longer can we turn back." I nodded, taking her hand as we moved off the train. The bright light battered our waking eyes, causing us to squint and cover them until we found the shade of buildings alongside the street. First thing I knew I had to do was find a pawn shop, then try and find some job interviews because we we're going to last long on a little more than a hundred and a Rolex. But by some gracious stroke of luck we had taken shade under the pawn shop of the city. We walked in as I dug around in my bag, pulling out the loot.
"How much can you give me for this?" I said to the lion behind the counter.
"Hey, kid, you didn't just take this out of your mothers jewelry box did you?"
He said, suspiciously.
"No, it's all mine, I just want cash for them."
"Look, I get kids like you all the time, now answer me, are these stolen?" I took a deep breath.
"Yea, it's stolen. But I've come a few hundred miles, so there's no chance that this'll come back to you. Now c'mon, please man, do me a solid. We need this money more than you might think." He looked us over before sighing.
"Damn. Ok, look, I'll do you this, but only because I can almost feel the love you two share radiating outwards and also because I know what you're going through. I once loved someone back in high school, but she had to move really far away, and I just let her go. It takes some real love to run away together on your own. So, I'll give you, hmm, about 325 for it ok?"
"Nothing short of 400."
"What????? I'm going out on a limb here and you're trying to barter with me?"
"365 then, you'll easily make it back and you know it."
"I can't believe I'm about to do this," he whispered to himself. "Fine, 365, and if you dare try and jack it up any higher I swear I'll kick you out myself." I smirked and nodded.
"365 it is."
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"So, why should I hire you over the college level graduate who I just interviewed?"
"Sir, I may not be as old as what you're looking for, may not have as much education as you'd expect, but I do have a story like none other you've ever heard." I wrapped my arm around Alexis, who was sitting next to me. "I need this job because we ran from our homes, took a train, and wound up here, and now we're making a new life together. This is my fourth interview today, and every one of them has looked at me with that face and immediately judged me as being irrational, irresponsible, and a drop out. But the truth is, I love her, and I will do anything to get us through this, and if that means if I get job offers from all four of the interviews, I'll take it and work 23 hours a day, seven days a week. So, if you don't hire me, then I understand why, but if you want a truly dedicated worker who has a reason to work a hundred and twenty percent, then I am ready, willing, and able." He leaned back, thinking hard on what I'd just told him. From the look in his eyes I could tell he was doubtful. I stood up, Alexis by my side. "I'm sorry for wasting your time; enjoy the rest of the evening." We walked to the door before he spoke again.
"Hey, I like your guts, and I believe you'd be a valuable asset. Come back tomorrow and we'll figure a schedule for you." I smiled and nodded.
"Thank you, sir."
We walked out the door, the setting sun shimmering beautifully on the horizon, giving the streets of our new home city a relaxing feel. But then I realized, we still didn't have anywhere to sleep. Uncertainty swept over as I knew I'd forgotten to look for someplace to rent.
"What's wrong Ierlex?" She said, somehow knowing I'd lost my nerves.
"We don't have a place to sleep tonight. I forgot completely to look for an apartment or something. I- I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, it's ok." She said, hugging me. "As long as I have you my dream home could be a park bench for all I care."
"Thanks. That really means a lot to me, my love." I said, kissing her on the nose. She giggled, still holding my waist tightly as we wandered down the streets, homeless but happy.
We wound up walking into the more residential section of the city as the sun faded from view, taking it's guiding light away with it. We stood in the streets, unsure of what to really do. I looked from the sidewalk around a house, seeing in its' back yard a well kept garden, large bushes and hedges surrounding it.
"I have an idea, be quiet though." I said, slowly creeping towards the line that separated sidewalk and lawn. I looked at the windows and saw no one was looking, so I dashed quickly to the side of the house, sliding right next to it. I motioned for her to go, watching for signs of detection. She swiftly moved to my side, flawless as an angel. We moved to the edge of the house, making a final charge to the parting between the hedges.
We were safely inside the cover of the plants, or so we thought. As we laid down together in a patch of grass, I heard a door fly open, the yellowed light spreading across the lawn.
"You better not be tryin to wreck my garden, it'll be the last thing you do ya hooligans!" We froze, hearts racing as the owner of the property drew closer to us.
"Stay here." I whispered to her, rising slowly.
"A ha! There you are! I outta club ya!" She yelled as my head slowly showed over the top of the hedge. I looked at her, seeing a very angry horse holding a metal baseball bat above her head.
"Please, I didn't mean any harm, I swear."
"Then what in Davy Jones locker are ya doin in my bushes?!?" she yelled, still angered. I motioned to Alexis, taking her hand as we walked into plain sight of the equine.
"Oh, so that's what you're doing! A little meet up spot for a romantic little
night of sex?!? In my garden!?! I don't think so!!" she screamed, moving closer to us. Naturally, I moved forward in front of Alexis to protect her, but she put her hand on my chest and took a step closer.
"Ma'am, please. This is all just a big misunderstanding; please give us a chance to explain it to you." She pleaded in a calm voice. The horse's face softened, thinking for a moment. She brought the bat down to her side, looking us over good 'n hard before speaking.
"Fine, but you better have a good explanation for this." She said, walking back towards the open door. "Well come on you two, in ya go."
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"... So that's why we are here, we were just looking for a place to sleep for the night, we swear to you we weren't looking for trouble." Alexis said, taking a small sip of the tea that the horse was brewing before she had found us. She then took my hand, interlacing our fingers together while the horse thought about what she'd just been told.
"Well, if you two just needed a place to stay, then all you had to do was ask sweetheart. I've got a spare bed, and besides, ever since my husband passed it's been quite lonely around here, so stay for as long as you need."
"Thank you very much, Mrs.?"
"M' names Geana, Jean for short."
"Thank you, Geana." I said again, drinking the last of my tea.
"Well, I'm just about ready to turn in, so unless you need anything else I'll be off now." she said, rising from her chair.
"We really, really appreciate your help, Geana." Alexis said.
"It nothing much honey, really." she said as she walked to her room, closing the door behind her.
We collected the cups and placed them in the sink before heading to the extra room. We put out bags near the foot of the bed before Alexis jumped up on it, pulling the covers back.
"I think I'll just sleep on the couch." I said, not wanting to put anyone in a weird situation again today. I grabbed a pillow, kissing Alexis goodnight, who was obviously a slight bit disappointed, but still respected my choice.
I walked down the hall and tossed the pillow on the couch, plopping down on it. I closed my eyes, waiting for night's force to take me, but I laid there awake. The constant ticking of wall clock signaling the time I stayed restless. I checked the hands in the dim light, seeing I'd been laying here for almost forty minutes. I sighed to myself before hearing someone coming down the hallway.
"Ierlex?" came the soft voice of Alexis through the darkness. "I can't sleep."
"Neither can I." I said, rolling my head back at her.
"Can I pretty please sleep next to you?" she said in an adorable pleading voice. I moved over some, patting the open space next to my chest. She smiled, walking to the couch and crawling next to me, moving snugly against my chest and wrapping my arms around her. She placed her own hands over mine, holding them softly as she snuggled my neck a little bit with her muzzle before lying her head down and closing her eyes. With her next to me, a subtle peace overcame my restless mind, drawing us both into a calming sleep, lovingly wrapped in each other's arms. |
Graduation Vacation: Chapter 2 by LowB | #2 of Graduation Vacation - Chapter 2 Jeff swung lazily in a hammock. The slight sway of the palm trees he was suspended from was nearly hypnotic as the fox relaxed in the mid-afternoon sun. It was the first full day he and his friends were spending on vacation, and everything was amazing. He was | [
"Doggystyle",
"M/F",
"Oral",
"Rabbit",
"Raccoon",
"Vaginal"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97632-graduation-vacation-chapter-2 | Chapter 2
Jeff swung lazily in a hammock. The slight sway of the palm trees he was suspended from was nearly hypnotic as the fox relaxed in the mid-afternoon sun. It was the first full day he and his friends were spending on vacation, and everything was amazing.
He was the first awake in the morning, unsurprisingly. The fox was usually up before sunrise, and if the weather permitted, he would run after breakfast every day. Kyle, Lucie, and April would often pester Jeff about joining them on their school's cross country running team, but Jeff couldn't see the draw in running competitively. His morning run was his time to relax and think about what he plans to do for the day, running for sport would ruin the tranquil solitude his morning outings provided.
This morning, while Jeff was stretching before his run, Ryan walked by on the way to bed. The raccoon had spent all night on the beach reading. They had decided that they would share breakfast the next day since they were likely to be the only ones awake at sunrise anyway.
By noon Jeff and his friends were spread throughout the resort enjoying their vacation. The fox had settled into a hammock near the beach, his tail hanging below him just long enough to drag lines in the sand. He dozed off content to spend the day hanging under a canopy of palm leaves.
"Well don't you look relaxed."
Jeff turned his head to a black cat holding two drinks and walking toward him.
"Hey Lucie. What's up?"
"Well I noticed you've been sleeping there for a few hours now and I know you don't want to sleep away the whole day." Lucie handed one of the drinks. "So I brought you a present to get you outa that thing. It's a strawberry margarita!"
Jeff sat up in the hammock to take a drink. "Wow this is good."
"Well that bar we ate at yesterday makes ‘em. And we can have as many as we want." Lucie said with a little giggle. "I think this one is my sixth." She waved her cup in Jeff's direction, and the fox immediately understood why Lucie was so much more outgoing than usual.
"So," Lucie turned her back to one of the palm trees to sit against it to talk to Jeff, "did you hear about the parasailing thingy."
"Parasailing? No, I missed that."
"Jason saw some people out in the ocean parasailing and investigated how he could go. And now he's got Kyle going to. I'm not sure if they're going, but he was bugging Milton and Holly about filling up the group." Lucie took a long drink from her cup. "I thought Jason might have tried to convince you to go too, but I guess he let you sleep."
"I don't think I would have gone anyway."
Jeff watched Lucie tilt her head back to pour the remaining contents of her cup into her mouth. She looked into her empty glass with a sad expression before placing the cup into the sand next to her. "Do you think he's ever gonna ask me out?"
"Who?" responded the fox, unprepared for the sudden change in conversation.
Lucie looked up at Jeff annoyed. "Jason."
"Oh." Jeff took a drink from his cup, "I don't know."
The cat let out an exasperated sigh. "We've been flirting forever. I thought he would ask me before we left, but..." Lucie waved her paw in front of herself in a wide gesture.
"Does Jason even know you're interested in a relationship?"
"I would think so." Lucie looked at Jeff confused. "Why wouldn't he?"
"Well," Jeff burrowed his brow in thought, "you've been friends for years now, and the flirting has kinda always been part of your relationship. At least as far as I've seen. He probably thinks that's all you're interested in, unless something more has come out of your flirting than I know about."
"Sadly no," Lucie said pouting, "we haven't done anything."
"Then if you want more from your relationship let him know. You two get along great, I would be surprised if he wasn't interested at least somewhat."
"You think so?"
Jeff shrugged, "It wouldn't hurt to find out."
"You seem to have this whole thing figured out." Lucie lazily sifted sand through her paw, "I'm surprised you haven't snagged yourself a girl yet."
"Eh," Jeff waved off the complement, "I'm a guy. I know how a guy thinks, that doesn't mean I'm a dating guru or anything like that."
"I bet you would do fine getting a girl." The cat looked up, giving Jeff a sly smile. "Do you have any in particular in mind? Maybe I could help."
"No, I'm fine being single."
"Oh come on Jeff. Everyone has a crush at some point in high school. And it's not like you're going back anyway. I promise I won't tell anyone if you tell me."
The fox shook his head and drank the rest of his margarita.
Lucie groaned annoyed. "You are not a fun gossip Jeff. Anyone ever tell you that?"
Laughing Jeff looked at Lucie. "I'm sorry."
Lucie crossed her arms trying to keep a straight face. "Well you should be. I don't know how I'm gonna be able to go on with any new juicy gossip."
"You'll manage"
"I better!" Lucie said waving a finger at Jeff, cracking a smile. "Otherwise I may have to start making up nasty rumors about you."
"Oh, really? Like when you told everyone that Milton's ex kept a shrine of him in her closet."
"Yep. And the more she bitched about Mil around school the more everyone thought it was a cover for an obsessed broken heart."
The fox laughed, "And what slander do you plan on ruining my good name with?"
Lucie shrugged, "I don't know, something a lot more lighthearted. I bet I could convince someone you're gay. That'd be fun." Jeff's ears turned back and drooped, and the smile fell from his face. The cat gasped, "Jeff. You... are you gay?"
The fox looked away. Lucie continued, "I'm sorry. I didn't know, it was just a joke."
Jeff stood up to walk away but Lucie stopped him. "You're really upset, aren't you?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Are you sure? Maybe if you get some stuff off your chest you'll be able to..."
"Please Lucie..."
An awkward silence fell between them. The cat stood next to Jeff, putting an arm around him to comfort him. "You've never told anyone before, have you?"
Jeff shook his head silently.
"I promise I won't tell anyone. Ok?"
"Thanks Lucie."
"Let's go for a walk together." Lucie gently squeezed the fox's shoulders. "You helped me with my boy troubles, maybe I can help you with yours."
Jeff gave Lucie a look so sharp it would make a knife jealous.
"It was just another joke." The cat said defensively. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood."
"Sorry." Jeff hung his head low, ears and tail drooping. The two began to walk along the paths that cut through the resort, the gentile tropical breeze ruffling their fur. They traveled in silence, Lucie patiently waited for the troubled fox to speak. The pair passed happy vacationers chatting excitedly about the fantastic weather or warm water. The happiness around them felt false against their somber walk.
"The whole problem is Kyle." Jeff spoke softly without turning his gaze from the ground. Lucie looked at Jeff and watched his blank face examine the path. "I'm going to have to tell him, but I don't know how." Jeff cocked his head slightly. "I mean, we're going to live together in a dorm this fall. He deserves to know. Right?"
"Well yeah, that makes sense." Lucie encouraged, "Plus you deserve to be able to have a real relationship at some point, without feeling you need to hide it from your roommate."
The fox shrugged, "I hadn't even thought of that honestly." Jeff looked away ashamed. "I... I would rather share a relationship with him than hide one."
"Oh." Lucie smiled slyly, "So you do have a crush."
"Yeah, but nothing is ever going to come out of it."
"Why do you say that?"
"Come on Lucie, you know Kyle. Do you really think he's the kind of guy that would hide his sexuality? He's honest with everyone he meets. He would never feel upset about telling people he's gay."
Lucie felt defeated. Jeff was right of course, if Kyle were gay they'd know for sure. How could she comfort her depressed friend when his problems were beyond her? She slipped her arm over his shoulders, gently squeezing him.
The fox's eyes watered. Speaking barely above a whisper he said, "I just wish I were normal."
Lucie stopped in her tracks. Of all the things Jeff had said today, this confession of self hate simply stunned her. "Jeff you ARE normal."
Jeff also stopped. He spotted Ryan walking down the path towards them. He turned to look at Lucie, silently pleading with her to guard his secret.
"I won't say a word Jeff, don't worry."
The fox gently nodded and attempted to blink away his tears.
"Hey guys!" Ryan waved happily, quickly approaching the pair, "what's up?" He smiled at the two of them before noticing Jeff's downcast expression. "Jeff, are you ok?"
The fox gave his friend a weak smile. "I'll be alright." He turned to Lucie, "Thanks for listening." Jeff turned and walked away, leaving Lucie with the confused raccoon.
"Is he alright Lucie?" Ryan asked concerned.
"Maybe." Lucie said softly, trying to avoid details, "I hope so." Lucie sighed and turned to smile at Ryan. "So you decided to wake up and join the party then?"
"Even I can't sleep all day."
"Doesn't keep you from trying though." Lucie laughed, happy to have changed subjects. "Oh Ryan! I had nearly forgotten. April said to send you her way when you woke up. But it's been a few hours so I don't know where she is."
"I'll find her, thanks."
"No problem."
The two separated leaving Ryan on his own to find the snowy white rabbit, April, on his own. With a broad grin and a happy hop in his step the raccoon began his search. Ryan could only imagine what April had in store for him. Yesterday April had taken Ryan's virginity, he happily traded away his innocence to play puppet to April's sexual demands. And so he had agreed to do whatever she wanted.
Ryan spotted April lounging near the largest pool in the resort, which also happened to be the busiest pool. This was because this particular pool featured a full service swim-up bar. The area was the liveliest place to be. Live music was performed by a band featuring steel-drummers. The sound of pool water churning and happy conversation muffled the performers.
Ryan approached April. She was wearing the same blue swim suit Ryan had seen her showering in yesterday, as well as a dark pair of sunglasses. She lay still under an umbrella and Ryan was unsure if she was asleep or not. With a nervous breath Ryan spoke, "Good afternoon April. I heard you were looking for me."
The rabbit turned her head to look up at Ryan, curling her lips to give him a smile. "Sleep well?"
"Always do." Said Ryan, relieved he didn't wake her.
"I was thinking about taking a walk. Care to join me?"
"Gladly."
"Thought so." She gave the raccoon a smirk. "You go get us some drinks from the bar while I collect my things. I want something fruity please."
"No problem, I'll be right back."
*
Ryan and April walked deep into the tropical growth. The air was warm and thick with the sweet smell of vegetation. The resort property covered a large portion of the island although most was left untouched, save a few paths laid for tourists to enjoy a walk through the plant life at their leisure. Soon the pair entered a clearing containing a few simple wooden benches to provide rest without sitting in the dirt.
"This should do."
"For what?"
"Sit." April commanded the raccoon, gesturing to one of the benches. She leaned against a tree on the opposite end of the opening from where Ryan was now sitting.
"Strip."
"What?!"
"Take off your cloths."
"But what if someone..."
"That wasn't a request Ryan."
Ryan looked at April afraid to go through with her command, but he could see he would have to or be punished. She had made sure he understood that yesterday. He nodded and committed himself to obeying. The raccoon pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it to the ground. With a nervous glance at the entrance to the clearing Ryan stood and took a calming breath. Ryan pushed his swim trunks to the ground and stepped out of the last of his clothes, now completely exposed. He sat uncomfortably bare, waiting for April to tell him what to do next.
April took off her sunglasses to spend some time looking over her toy. Yesterday she hadn't allowed herself the time to really size him up. The raccoon was certainly not athletic. Not overweight, but he was soft. His fur was healthy and smooth, mostly grey but his chest was coated in a light cream color that ran nearly to his crotch. As her eyes waivered at his sheath she thought just how cute and innocent the raccoon looked without an erection, too bad that needed to change.
"Can't do much with that now can I?" April pointed between Ryan's legs. "You should do something about that."
Ryan cocked his head confused.
"What?" The intimidating rabbit sneered. "Are you expecting to just sit there while I do all the work again? You have a paw."
Ryan blushed and nodded in understanding. He pressed his paw between his legs and began to message his sheath. He couldn't stop looking at the entrance to the clearing in fear of some intruder walking in to see him fondling himself. He was too scared to produce an erection but April tapped her large foot impatiently. He closed his eyes and tried to put his exposure out of mind. He thought about yesterday, when April had first confronted him. He looked up at the white rabbit leaning against a tree, wearing the same sexy blue bikini she wore to captivate him. He could feel his shaft respond to his paw. He rubbed away encouraging the tip of his penis to emerge. The raccoon soon pushed away his sheath to expose his semi-erect organ.
April watched as Ryan stroked himself. The pink shaft grew long and thick with the encouragement of his paw. Soon the raccoon sat slowly masterbaiting, looking to April for instruction on what to do next.
"All right that's enough." April walked up to Ryan smiling down at him. She slowly knelt in front of him and gently separated his legs with her paws. The white rabbit looked up into Ryan's eyes, she could see his excitement. Eyes locked she drew in a deep breath, heaving her chest. Her eyes turned to the raccoon's erection and she let out a long warm stream of air across his exposed flesh. Ryan shivered in pleasure as her breath washed over his cock. He watched her slowly tilt her had to aim the stream from the tip of his member all the way down to his balls, before she stopped with a satisfied smile.
"Oh Ryan." April sighed, looking up with a smirk. "You just had to argue with me when I told you to strip. I said I would reward good behavior if you obeyed."
Ryan cocked his head confused.
"I only give blowjobs to good raccoons." April waved her finger scolding him. "Now get on your knees." She pointed to the ground at the end of the bench. "Maybe you'll earn yourself a nice little B.J. for later."
Ryan's ears drooped disappointed. He followed instruction and rested on his knees while April reclined on the bench. The snow white rabbit laid back with her legs open for Ryan. The deep blue cloth covered the sensitive area where the rabbit's legs converged, as well as the soft mounds of her chest. Without thought Ryan reached for his erection and once again softly began to stroke it.
April ran a paw down her tummy to her crotch, carefully rubbing the fabric covering her slit. "Let's put that mouth of yours back to work." She hooked a finger around the cloth and pulled it aside, exposing her wet pussy to the anxious raccoon.
Leaning forward Ryan drew in a deep breath, letting her intoxicating scent fill him. He pressed his lips against her sex, happy to hear April release a soft sigh. His paw ran the length of his erection as he lapped at the rabbit's hole. April suddenly clamped her powerful legs together, painfully trapping Ryan in her crotch.
"Get your goddamn paw off your prick raccoon!"
Ryan immediately released himself and tried to speak but his muzzle was pressed roughly against April.
"You'll cum on my terms. Understand?"
He nodded, purposely pressing against her clit. She squeaked in surprise and pleasure before she loosened her legs.
"Good boy." She exclaimed with a giggle. Ryan set to concentrating on pleasuring the rabbit, now using his paw to keep the soft blue fabric from interrupting his efforts. His right paw grabbed April's leg, gently messaging her developed muscles, and letting the soft fur run through his fingers. He looked over his muzzle to watch April squirm in pleasure. He stared at her chest rising and falling further with every breath. He ran his paw up from her leg and across her hard stomach. She moaned loudly as Ryan took her breast in his paw, gently messaging her chest. He felt the cloth separating his paw from her bare chest being pulled away, and looked up in time to see April gently toss away the top half of her swim suit.
Her nipple pressed into the rough pad of Ryan's paw. Ryan ran his fingers through the soft fur covering her fleshy globes. He lapped at her clit and listened to April moaning at his touch. He shifted his left paw, realizing he did not need to use his paw to keep her pussy uncovered. His fingers rubbed against her slit, and for the first time he felt the delicate folds of April's sex in his paws. He took his mouth from her clit to watch as he pressed a digit into her hole.
April's breathing slowed as she felt Ryan's paw slide away from her tit. She looked down to see his paw slide back down her belly, and the raccoon's eyes transfixed on the finger he slowly slid back and forth inside of her. She gently gasped when he suddenly pushed a second finger inside of her. She giggle and she reached a paw down, stopping his paw.
Confused, Ryan looked up to ask why she had stopped him.
"Turn your paw over. Palm up."
Ryan obeyed, turning his fingers inside of April making her squirm.
"Ooh... Ok. Now curl your fingers, pressing against the top wall of my pussy. And for god's sake be careful with those claws."
Ryan felt around, following April's direction, though confused what her motives were. "What am..."
The raccoon was cut off when she gasped loudly. "There! Oh fuck yes right there coon!"
Ryan curled his fingers, rubbing roughly against the rabbit's g-spot. He began pumping his paw with new vigor. His fingers were soon coated in the wet juices lubricating her vagina. April cried out in pleasure. Ryan leaned forward and drug his tongue across the nub above the hole he was fingering.
April grabbed roughly at her chest. Digging her claws into her tit, noting that Ryan was far to gentle with her boobs. She shuddered as Ryan nibbled at her clit, his fingers pressing wonderfully inside her. But soon his digits were not enough. She pinched and pulled at her nipple, the pain spiking her senses.
"Fuck me!" She cried out in passion. Ryan stopped his oral work and pulled his paw from within her. She moaned as he stood to prepare to take her. "Now. Fuck me now."
April pushed the thong swimwear down her legs but did not remove them. She raised her legs up crossing them to hold her swim gear between her shins. A strip of dark blue against her pale fur. Ryan stood back for a brief moment before he positioned himself. April's ass and tail hung slightly off of the end of the bench, her tail shook happily. He stepped forward taking is erect cock in his paw and guided the organ to the slit between the rabbit's legs. Ryan pressed his cock against her dripping pussy.
He slid easily into her hole. Ryan had to close his eyes to stay focused on controlling his body. He breathed heavily, losing his mind to the pleasure of the rabbit's tight grip on his shaft. The raccoon felt shivers run down his spine as April let out a long low moan. April relaxed her legs and let them fall against Ryan's chest, her large rabbit feet resting above his right shoulder. Ryan took her powerful leg in one paw and her waist in the other, pulling himself the rest of the way into her sex.
He paused and savored the wondrous sensation of his cock completely encased within the rabbit's tight hole. His balls hung against her ass, the gently shake of her cotton like tail brushed his sack. Ryan looked down on the girl he had impaled. Her head was rolled back and her eyes closed tight. As he began to pull his cock from her depths she pinched and pulled roughly at her own nipple, letting out a long breath.
"Come on and fuck me like you mean it coon."
April felt her insides empty as the raccoons thick cock was pulled from her. He pressed into her again, just before the head of his cock left her. The rabbit shuddered in pleasure as Ryan pushed his penis back into her. The raccoon cock stretched her pussy to the limits. Her sensitive walls pulled taut for those brief moments he was stuffed inside of her. Now his pace quickened and she let go of all thought. Her body and mind gave over completely to the sensation of Ryan fucking her. The satisfying sound of their wet bodies colliding echoed in the small clearing.
April squeaked with each thrust. She drug a claw across her nipple, her other tit now swayed freely in time with Ryan's hips. Ryan watched the pink nipple bounce around, his cock now pounding into her harder than ever before. He pulled April's legs tight against his chest, using the leverage to add strength to each thrust.
April could hardly stand it any longer. The hard prick inside her rammed roughly against her g-spot as Ryan fucked her. She yelled out for more, willing the raccoon cock to make her cum. Ryan saw April close her eyes again and bite her lip. He pushed his member into her over and over again.
"Oh! Fuck Ryan!" April rolled her head back and grabbed for the bench with both hands, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward. Ryan felt the walls of April's cunt pull tightly around his pumping dick. The pleasure was phenomenal and overwhelming. As he felt a warm pressure growing in his balls April roughly pushed him away from her. With a slurp the raccoon's cock slid out April's pussy. Ryan watched as April drove her paw into her crotch. She writhed in pleasure on the bench, he could see her shudder in the wake of the orgasm.
April kicked her bikini bottom away and spread her legs. Gently fingering herself she looked over her heaving chest to see Ryan standing over her. His cock glistened with her juices and hung between his legs. She could hear Ryan panting heavily and looked up to see the same disappointed face he wore when she had denied him the blow job.
"What, not having any fun?"
"This is great. I just don't want to stop." The raccoon swallowed heavily, trying to regain his composure.
"Who said we're stopping?"
Ryan's ears perked happily. April stopped fingering herself and sat up, closing her eyes as a strong breeze rolled by and tussled her fur. She stood up and walked to the nearest tree.
"Do you like it when I cum Ryan?" She gave the raccoon a sly smile. He shook his head, Ryan never thought he would ever answer a question quite like that.
"Yes April."
She smiled and leaned over toward the tree. "Did you enjoy watching me? Or would you prefer having your dick inside me, and feeling it for yourself?" She planted her feet with her legs spread, ass proudly displayed for the raccoon. She looked over her shoulder to see Ryan staring lustfully at her.
"I'd rather be in you."
"Well I think I can manage having another orgasm." She wrapped an arm around the tree trunk to support herself and used her free paw to reach behind herself and pull open the lips of her pussy. Ryan smiled and walked up behind the rabbit. He took his cock in his paw and pressed the head of his member into the rabbit's cunt. He quickly slid his entire girth into her with a satisfying moan.
Ryan spent no time building a fast rhythm fucking the rabbit. He grabbed April on either side of her waist pulling her roughly into each of his thrusts. He closed his eyes and focused on the intense feeling of the stretched pussy walls rubbing along his cock. Ryan moaned, his mind engulfed in pleasure. He looked down at April's fluffy tail raised above her ass and the pink folds of her pussy sliding along his penis.
April grabbed one of Ryan's paws and put it on her chest. She roughly squeezed his hand against her tit. Ryan leaned over the rabbit now gently fondling her tit.
"Harder, damn it!" April cried out between heavy breaths. She crushed Ryan's paw in her hand, hurting the raccoon. Ryan pinched and pulled at her nipple, obeying April's command. He was rewarded immediately with a loud moan of pleasure from the rabbit. She began to grind her ass back roughly. The rabbit's hips gyrated, messaging the dick inside of her.
April arched her back and leaned her head back, her long ears laid erotically against her back. She panted heavily.
"Oh fuck Ryan. Don't stop!"
She put a paw between her legs, pushing her finger close to the point where Ryan's dick entered her. She found her sensitive clit and rubbed the nub. She felt the hot pressure of an orgasm growing in her cunt again. "Fuck Ryan! Cum in me."
The raccoon pounded with all that was left of his energy. He could feel his balls begging for release. He took his paw from her chest and grabbed her short tail. His cock made a few more passes through April's hot hole before he pulled himself roughly into the rabbit. He grunted as the first rush of cum left his cock. His head whirled in the intense orgasm. April's cunt contracted and her muscles pulled on his dick. She yelled out as her own orgasm hit, her juices flowing down her leg. His hot semen filled her quickly. She moved her paw from her clit to Ryan's balls, messaging them trying to milk all the cum she could get from them.
Ryan panted heavily as the last of his seed pumped into the rabbit. He rested for a moment, his dick comfortably impaled in April's cunt. Once Ryan pulled his member from April he watched their cum pour down the rabbit's leg, matting her fur. April stood upright and turned her back to the tree she had been using to support herself.
"You made one hell of a mess." April said looking down at her crotch, "You're going to have to clean that up."
Ryan knelt down in front of April and quickly examined the liquids running down her leg. He knew she was expecting him to use his tongue to groom her fur, but he never considered having to lick his own cum away.
"Hurry up."
Ryan swallowed hard and leaned forward to drag his tongue along the inside of the rabbit's thigh. Ryan collect his thick cum from her fur. He swallowed quickly to get the goo out of his mouth but the taste remained. It wasn't awful, salty and warm. He set to running his tongue along all of the wet fur between April's legs. He finished with the soft fur around her crotch and pushed his tongue a final time into her pussy to collect the last of the liquid. He went for a second lick but April stopped him.
"I think you're done Ryan."
He nodded and stood. April smiled at the raccoon. "Well that was fun. Maybe you've learned a little lesson today."
"And what's that?" Ryan said cocking his head to the side.
"Never question what to do when a girl tells you to strip." |
Wild What The Fuck Battles!!!! by RAVERDOGMAN | WARNING: If you are under eighteen get out!!! The story you are about to read contains fighting, cussing, trash talking and leet talking so other random shit and possible m/f, f/f, m/m.....BAH!!! Who cares!!! This is Yiff Star!!!! The characters are copyright by me!!!!! Just don't steal my | [
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"Story Series",
"Tiger",
"Violence",
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CAT AND DOGS!!!!!
NINER V.S RASHA
NINER THE DOBERMAN Weight:158 Height:5'9 Species: Canine/Dog Sex: Male W:0 L:0 TIE:0 Combat type: Street fighter(berserker if he gets his hands on a energy drink but goes insane)
RASHA Weight:250 Height:6'4 Species: Feline/Tiger Sex: Female W:0 L:0 TIE:0
Combat type: Berserker(Power increases as she continues to fight but she tires easily after 20 mins)
Somewhere, in a small town in the state of Tennessee it is a bright and beautiful day and a male Doberman morph named Niner wearing blue jeans and a white tank top saying "833r m3!!!!" in black letterings was running down a sidewalk.
"Damn!! Where's the nearest fucking bathroom!!!" he roars.
He runs around a corner leaping over a small squirrel girl playing with a hula hoop, dodges an elderly lizard man with a cane and rushes across a busy street and into a super market and runs to the restroom and locks the door to his stall. Little does he know that he accidentally runs into a women's bathroom.
In the store, in the female clothing department, a female tiger morph name Rasha was wearing a black mini skirt and black bra was talking to a lemur woman in a blue two piece outfit.
"Hey!" the lemur girl picking out a pink thong and bra. "This would look good on you Rasha."
Rasha stares at her and says "That thong would be probably be too tight in my ass and that bra would barely fit these E cups!"
"It will be good for tonight's show."
"Ok" Rasha sighs as she grabs the outfit and stares at it. "Hold it for me. I need to use the restroom."
Meanwhile, Niner is in the bathroom sighing as he releases his bladder singing "Oh I am the doggie man barking in here and there!!"
He continues to sing as he finishes up and was about to zip up his pants when he decide to jack off. He pulls out a nude bunny girl picture out of his pocket and started to massage his sheath with his left hand.
"They where not kidding when they say a man's best friend is his dog and his hand! I [-]4v3 d4 p0w3r!" he mutters to himself in leet as he pants and beat off faster as the pink tip of his penis started to poke out of his sheath until it was 8 inches long and a knot was forming a the base of it. He howls as he is finally reached his orgasm and sprays the stall door with his cum. He reaches for a roll of toilet tissue to clean up the mess. As he leaves the stall he notices a tampon dispenser on the wall.
"What is that doing in here!!!? It shouldn't be in here unless.....oh shit. I am in the women's bathroom!!!!" he explains to himself as reality sinks in his head as the bathroom door slowly opens up. "FUCK!!!!!" he thinks to himself as he runs into a stall locking the door as Rasha enters the bathroom.
"The hell? Is anybody here?!" she says as she walks into the bathroom. "I knew I heard someone and why does it smell like sex in here?" she said as she made her way towards the stall.
Niner peeks through the cracks of the door as Rasha came closer to the stall he was in. "Oh shit! Oh shit!!!" he thinks to himself as the muscular tiger girl stops in front of the stall he was in.
"Alright! Who's in here??!" Rasha growls as she bangs on the door "Are you having sex in there!!!"
Niner panics when she said "You got to the count of three to get out or I am kicking the door in!!!"
Niner looks around a finds a way to get out in one piece. Rasha finally kicks in the door and sees no one. "Damn!! I must be going crazy." she replies as she pulled down her underwear and sat down on the toilet.
Little does she knows Niner was right above her gripping a corner of the stall with his limps slowly inching his way to the other stall. He leaps down in the stall and walks out towards the door. "Man, she's hot!!" he thinks to himself as he was about to open the door and steps on a soda can with a loud crunch. "Son of a bitch!!!" he says as the stall door is knocked open and Rasha rushes out and glares at Niner.
"You were peeking on me!!!!" Rasha says as Niner whimpers and rushes out the door.
"Come here so I can neuter you!!!"
Niner runs down an aisle of can goods with Rasha hot on his tail. She tackles him into a can fruit tower and starts to pummel him with her fists. Niner punches her in her stomach as she was about to claw his face and throws her off. He stumbles to his feet as a male fox in store uniform walks up to him.
"Are you going to pay for that!" the fox boy yells at Niner as he was trying to run until Rasha leaps to her feet and charges at him throwing a punch at him.
"Sorry about this buddy!" Niner cries as he grabs the tod and places him in front of Rasha and taking the punch that sends the tod cart wheeling in the air crashing into a bread rack. "Fuck!!She...is.... trying.... to..... kill.... me!" Niner says in his best William Barkman's voice in Star Bark. "Time to get the secret weapon!"
He dashes off dodging the other customers while Rasha took the high road running on top the merchandise aisle hot on his tail.
"You can't escape me!!!" Rasha roars as she throws a large detergent bottle at Niner. He dodges the projectile as it flew over his head and hits an elderly sheep woman up side her head knocking her out.
"You killed grandma!" Niner yells as the other customers runs panicking and screaming.
"Hold still and I wouldn't have to worry about it you sick bastard!!!!" Rasha yells as she throws a iron at Niner hitting him in his back. Niner yelps in pain as he turns to a beverage aisle looking for a certain energy drink.
"No...no...no...hah!! There's my Red Squirrel Energy Drink!" he howls victorious as he grabs a 12 pack and runs as Rasha is hot on his tail when she hears the lemur girl calling her name.
"Rasha!!"
"Damn!!! You lucky this time doggie!!!" she yells as she stalks off. Niner let's out a breath of relief as he goes to the cashier and pays for the 12 pack and leaves the store.
The End.
Bah! I'm just fucking with you!! The fight's just getting started!!
Later, that night Niner meets up with two of his friends outside a strip club called "Nasty Vixen". One was a male red squirrel morph wearing a blue fish net shirt and purple jeans with chains. His name was Jax. The other was a male raccoon wearing a neon blue shorts and shirts. His name was Rex.
"Hey! Niner! How did that tiger girl at the store treat you?" Rex said jokingly
"Fuck!! 5[-]3 got 50m3 i55u335!" Niner retorts.
"At least she was a hottie!" Jax said.
"Yeah! 0n P.M.5!!!"
"Stop with the leet talking and get rid of that 12 pack Red Squirrel Niner!!!" Rex responds.
"N3v3r"!!!!!
The trio enters the club and sees everyone having a good time. One corner, an orgy was going on with a blue lizard girl getting double penetrated by two ocelot males on a pink silk, king size bed . In another corner, a skunk girl was being anal fucked by a bull on a red heart shaped bed. Everyone was just having sex all over the place.
"84[-]!!! It's too crowded in here! Let's pay for three private rooms!" Niner
howls.
Rex pays the nude panther girl. "Which girls do you three want to mate with?" the panther girl replies.
"Lemur! I heard they were real flexible in bed!" Rex yells.
"Vixen!" the squirrel boy says.
"Well, give me some feline. I want some pussy!!" Niner snickers.
The trio went off to their individual rooms. Niner was sitting in a blue hazed room with silk covering the huge light blue bed. Niner grabs a wine bottle and glass from a stand by the bed. He pops the cork and pores some in a glass. A few seconds later, the door open and a dark female figure walks seductively towards the bed. Niner sniffs in her scent deeply.
"Hmmm...you smell nice." Niner says as his pants grew 3 sizes too small.
"Why thank you." the feline replies.
"Hehehehe. You make think about that cute tiger girl I ran into today."
"Oh. Really?" she remarks as the tone in her voice changes.
"Yeah, I accidentally ran into the women's bathroom and from there everything went to hell when she walked in."
"Was she wearing a black bra and skirt?" she growls.
"Yes, she was!!!How do you know?" Niner says as he down a Red Squirrel drink.
"MAYBE BECAUSE IT WAS ME!!!!"
Niner sputters as he looked closely at the figure to see an angry Rasha glaring at him in a black thong and bra twitching her tail. "OH SHIT!!!!!" he yells as he grabs three more energy drinks and downs them one after another.
"That's right bitch boy and now I am going to get my revenge!!!!" she roars as she lunges at Niner knocking him to his back straddling his torso punching him repeatly as her breasts slaps him in his face.
"Smite me again!! Smith me again!!!" he yells as the energy drink slowly kick in.
This only make her infuriates her she grabs him and throws him into a wall. Then things went from crazy to insane.
"I [-]4v3 t[-]3 p0w3r!! Ph34r m3!!" he says as he pushes Rasha backwards and kicks in her stomach cause her to buckle over and gasp. Rasha recover quickly and grabs Niner as he tries to dash pass her and slams his head through a wall. In the next room, the raccoon male was cuddling with a lemur girl on the bed when Niner head pops through the wall over their heads.
"The fuck Niner!!!?? What are you doing???!!!" Rex yells as the lemur girls screams and runs out the room.
"Remember that girl I told you about?? Well she works here and now she's kicking my ass." Niner hollers.
Sudden he is forced through the wall and bounces off the bed as Rex turn around to stare at the hole in the wall and sees Rasha stepping through onto the bed.
"You pissed a tiger off!!!!????" Rex yells.
"Yep."
Rex leaps out of the way as Rasha charges at Niner. Niner sees an unopen wine bottle on the floor picks it up and slams it on top of Rasha's skull as she got close stunning her. He then pushes her back and drops kick her through a wall into the main lobby upsetting several patrons.
"Wait. Don't run. This is only the beginning!!!" he yells as he leaps through the hole into the lobby. He looks around not seeing her and decides to try the other rooms. He kicks in the first door to see Jax strapped down on the bed with a vixen dominatrix in a black outfit beating him on his ass with a whip.
"Niner! Get out!! I am busy here!!
"Yikes!!" Niner replies as he closes the door. "Now let's try door number 2!!!" he yells as he kicks down the door to see two green lizards girls on the bed in a 69 position giving each other oral sex. "5w33t!!!I got to come to this room later." he says as he closes the door and tries a third door. "Third time the charm!!!" he cries as he kick down the third door to see a tod being fudge packed by a black wolf. "My eyes!!! My eyes!!!" he cries as he runs out the room face first into Rasha's E cup breasts.
"Oh 5[-]it!!! 4mbu5[-]!!!" he cries as she punches him in the face sending him sailing backwards into Rex who just happens to be in the area.
"Medic!!!" Rex yells as Niner recovers and pick up a metal folding chair.
"I am going to do 3d10 damage to your face with the folding chair!!!" Niner yells as he charges Rasha.
"YOU WON'T DARE!!!" she yells and ended up being smacked on top of her skull. Niner jaws dropped to the floor as she shakes the effects off and growls at him.
"Holy shit! How much hit points do you have!!!???" Niner yells as Rasha starts to stalks towards him and suddenly her eyes glazes over as she sniffs the air deeply. Niner was confused until he sniffs an unmistakable scent of a female in heat. "No! No!! Shit!!! Not good!!! Ahhhh!!!!!" Niner cries as Rasha purrs and tackles him to the floor ripping his clothes off in the process. The other patrons and workers see this and run out the club.
"Help!!! Rex!!" Niner cries as he is being dragged off to a room.
"No way!!! She would rape me instead of you."
"Then get Jax!!!"
" He was the first one out the door and I am about to leave. Here! You're gonna need this!" Rex yells as his toss a bag to Niner.
"This is catnip!!!"
"I know."
"No!!!!! I won't be able to walk for two weeks after this!!!" Niner yells as he was drugged into the room and soon the sounds of sex fill the air as well as screaming of pain and pleasure throughout the night and half way through the next day.
Winner: Rasha by rape and with a new boyfriend!
Loser: Niner! In the hospital for two weeks wearing a lower body cast for his dick and balls!!!! And Rasha waiting for him to check out.
"No more!!! I am still recovering!!!!!" Niner yells as Rasha carries him out the hospital.
The end.. for now!!! |
Outside The Walls chapter 3 by crazybeagle | #3 of Outside The Walls - Well time for another chapter, Thank you for posting. Enjoy the new chapter! :) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zach........ | [
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"Death",
"Gore",
"Series",
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Zach........
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As the badly injured wolf lands beside me I stand up and grab my bow off the ground a few feet away. I look back at the wolf as James retrieves the knife out of the wolf's chest. The wolf stops moving and one of the wolves that was helping the Jaguar sprints towards the unconscious wolf to stop the bleeding.
I walk over to James as he was cleaning the knife and I say "Thank you for saving my life, what do we do now?" James looks at me with a puzzled expression and says "No problem, I think when those wolves are not looking, we make a run for it." I say back "Sounds great, but where would we go? There are probably more where we live, and I don't want to risk getting killed to find out if I am right." James replies "ok, we can try to go further into the forest." I nod and say "It is better than staying here."
James pokes my shoulder and points to the wolves. The wolves seem to be looking the other way, we quietly get up with our stuff and turn around to face away from the wolves. We walk into the forest, we keep looking around to see if they followed us, and to watch for other Anthros.
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The wolf looking after the Jaguar.....
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"OK, Nick it looks like you are good to go, you're lucky that human missed the artery and tendon, or you could be in worse condition." said Jack (A brown wolf Anthro). "Thank you for your help." Nick says to Jack. Jack replies "No problem."
Nick stands up he sees that the two humans are gone. Nick says "The humans are gone." Jack yells "What!" and uses his nose to find the path the humans took. Jack says as he points into the forest "they went that way, they only left ten minutes ago" Nick looks where Jack is pointing and says "I will follow them to see where they are going."
Jack says "Try not to get hurt, remember they have weapons and next time I might not be there to help." Nick says "What do you want done with them when I catch them?" Jack says "You got hurt by them, so you decide, if you are going to kill them only kill the blond haired one since he shot you, but make it painless, and only kill the brown haired one if he runs away. We may be at war but we are also trying to make peace with them so at least give them a chance."
Nick says "Sounds good, bye." As he ran as fast as he could with a limp after the humans.
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Zach in the woods (Nick finally caught up to them, and is following them while listening).........
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James and I have been walking for almost twenty minutes. I say turning my head to face James "So what do you think they will do to us if they find us?" Jack looks worried and says "I don't know, but you might get it better then I will, you only injured the Jaguar, I probably killed the wolf."
I say "I hope the Jaguar is ok, I can't believe I got him with an arrow, I feel so bad, I never wanted to hurt anything. He just scared me." we kept walking and didn't say anything to each other. I had the strange sensation that we were being watched.
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Nick
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(thinking only) "So the blond human did not mean to hurt me, maybe I won't kill him, I mean if it was an accident and I did scare him. I might go easy on him." I was thinking as I followed the humans further into the forest. "We are getting a little close to my town. I should stop them while they don't have their weapons out or loaded." I thought to myself as I got ready to catch them.
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Zach.........
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In the distance we could see a clearing with some huts. I turned to James and said "Maybe they can help us." James replies "Well we can......" He was cut off by someone grabbing our shoulders. We are scared out of our minds, also hoping it was someone from the army.
The person turned us around and we saw the Jaguar from before, the Jaguar then says "Where do you two think you are going?" James looks petrified so I try and answer "U-um we w-were walking a-and saw the town, s-so we were going to hide there." The Jaguar says as he looks at me "you shot me, why did you run away?"
I was about to answer but James said "It was my idea to run, he just followed me." The Jaguar says "That was brave of you to take the blame for running away. By the way what are your names?" I reply "I'm Zach." And James said "I am James." the Jaguar smiled and said "And you can call me Nick, you both will have to come with me to my town, also I will have to take your weapons." James and I both look to the ground, and give Nick our weapons and start walking with Nick behind, us making sure we don't run.
Nick says "In the town we are heading to, the rules say that 'The Injured person, is to be the only one who will punish the person who Injured them' so James you will be punished by my leader once he gets better. And Zach I will be the one that gives you your punishment for hurting me." I look over at James and he looks terrified, he was also looking around.
James turned around and punched Nick in the face and ran off, I was stunned as Nick took the bow and readied an arrow, I saw James running as nick let the arrow fly. I almost cried as the arrow found it's mark, the back of James's head. James fell over dead, and I was in shock, my best friend was dead.
Nick looked at me and said "Sorry about your friend, I was told to kill him if he got away. If it will make you feel better we can bury him." I said "OK." And we spent the next hour burying him and started to walk again.
Nick was now walking beside me and asked "So you saw James run away, why didn't you follow him?" I replied "I guess I was too stunned that he would do that, to be able to follow him." Nick replied "Oh, ok."
We got to the town, which was actually the town we were going to ask for help. I look around to see young Anthro children playing around, only to stop when Nick and I walk by them. I see an Anthro wolf with a bandage around his chest walk up to us. Nick says "He is the leader of this town, his name is Matt." Matt looked angry as he looked at me. Matt says to Nick "I thought you were going to kill both of them." |
Space Invaders IV: Moving On by AveatsOtter | #4 of Space Invaders - "This is unacceptable!" The Supreme Lumarian Judge cried. "Not only did you destroy every piece of evidence and usable piece of Commune technology, but you allowed your commanding general to be killed in action! Not only that, but you killed one of your own teammates in the | [
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"I had a very good reason for killing that monster." Alexei replied.
"Oh? And care to explain exactly what that reason is?"
"He... he tortured me..."
"And just how did he torture you?"
"I... I don't want to-"
"Your Honour, it was his first day with the Elite Corps. The General's death couldn't be avoided."
"Was I addressing you, Captain Raiche?"
"No, sir."
"Then sit down. Well, soldier, what do you think is an appropriate punishment?"
"Beats me. I'd ask for death, but you can't give me that. Exile is out of the question. I suppose the worst you can do is keep me right here."
The judge thought about that for a long while. He smiled devilishly. "Then stay you shall do, soldier."
Alexei looked up, puzzled.
"As your punishment, I hereby grant you full charge of the entire Elite Corps. You are their new leader, Captain Alexei."
"What?" Alexei said, confused. "How can you possibly-"
"Captain Raiche," the Judge turned, "you have been demoted."
"But, sir, you can't possibly expect him to-"
"My decision is final, Lieutenant."
"This is insanity." Raiche said under his breath, frustrated.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant? I would have no problem exiling you."
Raiche sighed in frustration. "I just fail to see the logic in your decision, sir. He has no experience..."
"I didn't appoint him that role for his experience, Lieutenant." The judge slammed down his gavel. "This debate is over. You are dismissed."
A soldier approached Alexei and removed his restraints. "Congratulations, Captain."
"Yeah right," Alexei scoffed. He walked out of the large, sterile courtroom with the rest of his team. His team, he knew, resented his newly appointed position; they never liked Alexei to begin with, and now he was their leader. He knew nothing about team leadership, and cared even less.
\* \* \*
"I don't believe this!" Raiche shouted angrily, slamming his fist into the panel. The Elite shuttle took off to their headquarters, a large space station orbiting the planet Sarbod.
"I didn't ask for this position!" Alexei shouted back.
"If you weren't such a smart-ass, this wouldn't be an issue," Jorhn cut in.
"Will you all stop this senseless bickering, children?" Graunta, the eldest of the Elites, interrupted. "He is our new leader whether you like it or not, so get used to it. In my day, boy, we did what we were told. Period."
"I don't care about what happened in 'your day'." Raiche said. 'This... this Earthling is now our leader. It's disgraceful. You'll probably end up leading us to our death."
This time, Kavhen, the youngest of the Elites, spoke up. "You don't know that, Raiche. He could end up being a great leader... perhaps even better than Garrik was."
Raiche grabbed onto Kavhen's shirt. "Hold your tongue, boy. This little shit will never be anything more than some freak."
Kavhen pushed Raiche away. "You're wrong. Alexei is not a freak and he will do fine. He'll make a better leader than you were..."
"I wasn't even Captain for a week!"
"Nevertheless, Raiche, he'll do fine."
Raiche spat and took a seat, his back turned to the lion.
Alexei sighed at sat down beside Eskelle, the chief medical officer and only female Elite, who was piloting the shuttle. He turned his head and stared into the stars. His thoughts of home, of planet Earth, were getting less and less frequent. Every day he thought less of home, and Alexei feared he would forget completely.
The shuttle finally docked and the crew got off, exiting the bay quickly. Alexei slowly dragged himself off with little enthusiasm. He traveled down the cold corridors, passing large Lumarians as he did, every one of them glaring down at him.
Alexei entered into the large hall. At the far end was a large bay window, looking down on the white planet of Sarbod. To the right was the lounge, where most Lumarians who were stationed at Sarbod went to relax and socialize. To the left was the canteen where most Lumarians went to eat, and also fraternize. Alexei slowly walked to the large bay window, staring down on the planet. He could see his team in the lounge, talking and laughing. Alexei sighed. "Well, Alexei, look what you've gotten yourself into now," he said to himself. "What a fine mess you've made..."
Alexei heard the lounge door open and he turned his head. It was Kavhen.
"Why don't you join us, Captain?"
Alexei stared back out the window. "Don't call me that."
"Then how should I address you?"
Alexei rolled his eyes. "I don't care..."
"Well, anyway, come on and join us."
"No."
"Why not?
"Why the hell should I? I don't care for any of you, and you don't care for me. Just leave me alone."
"Captain, you don't have to be alone."
"So you keep telling me."
"Then join us. Raiche was just blowing off steam on the shuttle because of his demotion."
"I don't care about Raiche. He can blow off as much steam as he wants."
Kavhen put his arm around Alexei. "We do care about you, you know."
"Yeah," Alexei laughed, pushing Kavhen away. "I can tell."
"I'm serious. The only one with a real problem is Raiche, and he's not so bad once you get to know him. We all really want to get to know you, Captain, especially now that you're our leader."
Alexei sighed. "There are some things in my life I would prefer to keep secret."
Kavhen looked down on Alexei with sympathetic eyes. "I can see a great deal of pain within you, Captain. And if history has taught us anything, it's that you can't keep that stuff bottled up..." Kavhen shrugged his shoulders and sighed, continuing back to the lounge to join his teammates.
Alexei watched as Kavhen walked away. A small part of him wanted to follow, but he forced himself not to. "I don't need them," Alexei told himself. "I don't need anyone." Alexei turned and left the hall, heading to his quarters. He continued through the halls, receiving the same disgruntled looks from the other Lumarians, until he reached his room.
Alexei's room was dark, cold, and sterile. As he walked in, he felt a sudden chill. He walked toward his bed, grabbing a small book on his way. In the corner he noticed a small spot of blood. Alexei began to feel lightheaded. He staggered forward, taking a seat on his small, hard bed, resting his head on his left paw.
Alexei felt a sudden pain in his stomach. He clenched it tightly and threw up all over the floor and his feet. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He looked over at the small spot of blood once again. It was his own blood; Alexei thought he had cleaned it all. He remembered what the blood was from. He would never forget that night; that night when the monster Lumarian, Behemoth, attacked and humiliated him. Suddenly, the spot grew larger and Alexei clambered up onto his bed, shouting. "Get away from me!" he cried. The pain was now excruciating. Alexei screamed as blood gushed out of his mouth. Alexei, barely able to open his eyes, sat up. He groaned and wiped the blood from his chin.
Suddenly, Graunta walked in. He noticed the blood and rushed over to Alexei. "What happened?"
Alexei groaned as the sharp pain pulsed. "N-nothing. I'm fine." The pain slowly subsided. Alexei was sweating profusely.
Graunta looked at the pool of vomit, then up to Alexei blood-soaked shirt. "You don't look fine. Let me take you to see-"
"No. What did you come here for?"
"Just wanted to talk to you, son."
"Don't call me 'son'. I have nothing to talk about." Alexei slumped back in his bed.
"Well, then, maybe you'll listen."
"I've had enough listening, too." Alexei covered his ears. "I want to be left alone."
"Why?"
"Huh?" Alexei lowered his paws. "What do you mean 'why'?
"Why do you always want to be alone?"
"Why the hell not?"
"You know, they say it isn't healthy to always be so detached like this. You should get out and socialize. Get to know your team."
"I don't care what they say. I like my solitude, and I thank you to leave me with it. I've been alone my entire life."
"Well, let me ask you this: how do you expect to lead a team who doesn't trust their leader?"
"I'll find a way. You'll all be fine as long as you just listen to what I say."
"And why should we listen?"
"Because I'm your captain, that's why. You wanna argue that fact, too?"
"No, I don't. We're all loyal to you, Captain, but it will be hard when there is this incredible distance between us and our leader. If you want your team to be truly loyal to you, you must show us you care. Show us that our lives are worth laying down for you. Show us that our lives really mean something to you."
Alexei sat up. "Your lives don't mean anything to me."
"Then why stay? Kill us all, then they'd throw you away. I've seen what you're capable of. You could easily escape prison and continue to live your meaningless life of transiency."
"How do you know-"
"Don't be so naive, son. The entire galaxy was hunting you, myself included. I was there on Earth when we took you. I was ordered to accompany the General to make sure everything went smoothly. Of course, once you killed him...
"Listen... the only thing keeping me here is that infinite void of space between this space station and Earth."
"Well, I am truly sorry to hear that, Captain."
Alexei stood up out of his bed and removed his blood-stained shirt. "If that's all you wanted to say, then go away. I'm tired."
"As you wish, Captain." Graunta turned his back and left Alexei's quarters.
Alexei removed his stained pants and climbed back into bed. Looking out the small window, he knew he wasn't going anywhere, as much as he wanted to. He knew Graunta was right, as much as it pained him to admit it. Alexei knew he was stuck with the Lumarian Elites and that there was little chance of him ever seeing Earth again. Alexei sighed and slowly drifted to sleep.
Alexei woke suddenly. He looked out the window and saw only half of the white planet; it was around three in the morning. Alexei, now feeling restless, climbed out of bed, stepping into the pool of vomit and blood. "Shit." Alexei wiped off his foot and continued out of his room, wearing only his shorts.
The space station was dark and mostly inactive. It wasn't quite as busy as usual.
Alexei entered into the large hall, heading toward the bay window. He stared out the large window into space and listened to the silence. Only the soothing hums and whirrs of the space station could be heard. Alexei could hear his heartbeat. He sighed loudly, then he heard the doors open behind him.
"What are you doing up?" It was Raiche.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Night shift. It's my duty to make sure everyone stays safe while you sleep."
"And your rounds just happen to include this hall?"
"My rounds include everywhere."
"Come to lecture me, too?"
"No. And while I don't agree with the judge's sentence, I am still loyal to you. I thought you should know that."
"That's all I've been hearing."
"So, why are you so hostile?"
"Hostile? Don't you lecture me about hostility."
"I am willing to open myself to you, Captain. We all are. But you... You keep it all inside. Why don't you tell us about yourself? About your past, your family, your home..."
"How dare you even mention my home. It's because of you it's all gone."
"It must be painful to loose all you've ever had, and I won't pretend to understand how you feel. But know that I am willing to listen to you. We are all willing."
"I don't give a shit about any of you."
"Tell me, where did you get that scar?" Raiche touched the large scar on Alexei's left shoulder.
Alexei turned and batted Raiche's arm away. "Don't touch me."
Raiche sighed. "Well, I tried. I have nothing left to say to you. I've got to get going on my rounds now, so I hope you'll think about what I've said, Captain." Raiche turned and left the hall.
Alexei fell to his knees and cradled himself in his arms. A tear ran down his face. Alexei collapsed to the cold metal floor and eventually he fell asleep.
\* \* \*
"Captain? Captain!"
Alexei could hear and feel hard footsteps stomping toward him. He then felt his flaccid body being pushed and moved around. Then, a large hand on his chest and fingers on his neck.
"He's still alive. Help me get him to the infirmary!" It was Eskelle.
Suddenly, Alexei felt all sorts of hands. He opened his eyes.
"Sir, are you alright? What happened?"
"I'm fine. Get your damn paws off me."
Eskelle, Jorhn, and Kavhen let down Alexei softly.
Alexei sat up.
"Why were you sleeping out here?" Jorhn asked.
"Never mind. Now go away." Alexei stood up. He saw as Raiche and Graunta entered the hall, soon joining their team.
"What's going on here? Why is the Captain not wearing his clothes?" Graunta asked.
"We found the Captain lying out here. I guess he didn't quite make it to his quarters."
"I'm fine. Everyone just leave me alone."
"C'mon get breakfast with us." Eskelle suggested.
"I'd rather-"
"Of course you will," Jorhn laughed, putting his arm around Alexei.
Alexei grabbed Jorhn's arm. "Don't touch m- "
"We've heard it a hundred times, Captain. But you're coming whether you like it or not."
The five large Lumarians laughed and dragged the small lion into the canteen. They sat him down at a table and waited for their food. They ordered Alexei whatever it was they were having.
"This shit had better not kill me..." Alexei said.
The five Elites looked at the lion in anticipation.
Alexei looked up. "What?"
"I think you know what," Graunta replied.
Alexei sighed and lowered his head. "You know I don't like talking about my past."
"Well, at least tell us how you got all those scars. There's dozens of them; you must have some interesting stories to tell."
"How the hell do you think I got them, asshole?"
"Alright, fair enough. Just for the record, though, the only time Lumarians ever attacked Earth was when we took you."
"Puh. You're all the same to me."
"You can't hold a grudge against us, Captain," Graunta said. "You came with us willingly."
"Willingly? You threatened to kill my friend!"
"Nevertheless, you came with us, and we left your friend alive. We had no control over the previous dozen or so aliens who came after you."
"It was a lot more than a dozen. Try hundreds. For ten years I had been avoiding you monsters, and now you have me. Now I'm in charge of the lot of you... the thought sickens me... Kaelin would be ashamed."
"Who's Kaelin?" Jorhn asked.
"Fuck you. It doesn't matter now, anyway."
"You cared for him greatly, didn't you?" Kavhen cut in.
Alexei looked up at Kavhen. "Yeah, I did. I... I loved him. I still love him."
The five stared at their Captain.
Jorhn blurted out, "So, are you telling us you're g-"
"Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?"
"N-no. I just wanted to make sure..."
Alexei glared at Jorhn. The food finally arrived, and Alexei, feeling somewhat adventurous, tried a small amount of the greenish, grub-like substance. Finding it surprisingly appetizing, Alexei quickly ate the rest.
Eskelle, only half done, turned to Alexei. "So, tell us about Kaelin? What was he like?"
"He was my best friend and soul mate." Alexei closed his eyes. "He taught me what it means to be alive again..." Tears formed in Alexei's eyes and he choked up. "I... I can't..."
"Alright, son, we won't press it." Graunta assured Alexei. "We've got to get to training, soon, anyway. C'mon."
The five stood up and walked to the door.
Alexei rose slowly and followed behind. The training room was a large bare room with various weapons along the walls, as well as different apparatuses with which to train. Most of it was stuff Alexei had never seen before. "So, what are we supposed to do?"
"What do you think?" Raiche spat.
"I don't know. How do you train?"
Raiche sighed. He said, under his breath, "If I was leader..."
"Why don't you run laps?" Alexei suggested. "That should eat up some time."
"How many?" Jorhn asked.
"Until I tell you to stop. And if you don't like it, tough shit. You'll do more."
The Elites started running laps around the large room, and quickly Alexei joined them. "Feeling tired?" He said to Raiche, panting. "I'm not. Pick up those giant feet of yours."
After about an hour, Alexei decided it was enough. The five Elites were tired and sweaty.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it? I don't care what you do now, just do something. Show me you've got what it takes to be on my team." Alexei laughed.
The Lumarians glared at Alexei.
"How about some sparing," Raiche said quietly.
"That sounds like a good idea."
"Wha-? No, I wasn't serious. I was just-"
"You'll go first, Raiche. Attack me with whatever you've got. If you can lay a fist on me, you win." Alexei stepped forward.
"But I..." Raiche sighed and got into position as the other four backed off. He stared Alexei in the eyes.
Alexei held out his paw and gestured for Raiche to attack.
Raiche took a large step forward and punched toward Alexei.
Alexei swiftly moved Raiche's arm out of the way and countered with a punch to the Lumarian's gut. "You're gonna have to be faster than that."
Raiche looked up and quickly swung his massive arm.
Alexei bent back and dodged the attack. He bent back again to dodge another. He took a step back then twirled around, avoiding each of Raiche's attacks with ease. He spun around and elbowed Raiche in the spine, then grabbed onto the Elite's tail and swung him into the wall.
Various weapons fell off the small shelves and onto Raiche.
Raiche groaned and looked up.
Alexei was standing calmly in the centre of the sparing mat.
"You're too fast..."
"Am I? Maybe you're just too slow."
"Nobody can move that fast."
"If life has taught me anything, it's that you should expect nothing from your enemies." Alexei spun around and grabbed onto a large staff that had been thrust down on him by Jorhn. He looked Jorhn in the eyes. "Nice try." Alexei pulled the staff out of the Lumarian's hands. He threw the staff to the side and pointed, "Jorhn, Eskelle, and Kavhen. All of you attack me at once. Let's see who can hit me first."
At once, the three attacked Alexei.
Alexei blocked Eskelle's punch with his left paw, then ducked to avoid Jorhn's high-kick. He pushed Eskelle forward and swung around to block Kavhen's fists. Alexei moved his head to the left as Jorhn's massive hand flew by his head. He pushed Kavhen away and dodged to the right, Eskelle's fists slamming into the mats. Alexei stood up straight and quickly blocked Kavhen's punch to the left, then Eskelle's to the right. He grabbed onto Jorhn's kicking leg and threw him to the floor. Alexei lunged forward, knocking Eskelle over. He turned and blocked Kavhen's punch, then again, and again.
Kavhen's jabs were quick and precise, however Alexei blocked and dodged each one. He slowly backed the lion into the wall. Kavhen attacked with his knee, much to Alexei's surprise.
Alexei nimbly dodged to the left, kicking himself off the wall to avoid Jorhn's attack. He rolled and got to his feet. He turned around only to be greeted with a giant fist in his right cheek.
Alexei staggered to the left, now glaring at Kavhen. He growled and lunged forward. Alexei struck Kavhen precisely on his right cheek, then his left, then his right again. Before Kavhen could recover, Alexei slammed him into the wall with a hard elbow to the gut.
Graunta and Raiche stepped forward and held Alexei back.
"You got him!" Raiche shouted. "You can stop now."
Alexei pulled back his arms and wiped the blood off his mouth, panting heavily. "I guess I just got carried away..." Alexei held out his paw and helped the injured Lumarian to his feet. "Sorry about that... Excellent job. There aren't too many who can hit me so precisely. Are you going to be alright?"
Kavhen tried a smile. "Y-yeah. I'll be fine. You're a tough target to hit."
Alexei smiled.
Suddenly, a Lumarian rushed in holding a long piece of paper. He said, panting, "We just got word that the capitol-state of Grickon on planet Grassia-5 is under siege by Commune forces. They request immediate reinforcements ASAP. Actually... they requested you, specifically..."
"Thanks," Raiche said. He turned to Alexei. "What do you think? Sounds kinda odd, doesn't it? May be an ambush..."
Alexei scratched his chin. "I say we go. And if it's an ambush, it's an ambush. We can handle ourselves, can't we?"
"Not against an army of Commune we can't," Jorhn said, thinking for a moment. "Well, I'm sure you can..."
Alexei glared at Jorhn. "We're going whether you like it or not. If you get killed, then you don't deserve to be on my team."
The five stared at Alexei for a moment.
"Get moving!" Alexei snapped. He ran, with the Lumarians, into the next room and gathered his gear. He quickly pulled on his light armour and grabbed a long metal staff from the wall and stuck it to his back.
The Lumarians, also in their armour, gathered their ammunition and weapons. Within moments, they were armed and ready, heading for the shuttle.
Once the team had gathered inside, the shuttle took off immediately.
Raiche looked back from the co-pilot's seat. "It'll be approximately ten minutes until we reach Grassia-5's atmosphere."
"Ten minutes? In battle, ten minutes is an eternity," Alexei muttered. "They'll all be dead by the time we get there."
They all looked over at Alexei.
"Always the optimist," Jorhn remarked.
"I'm a realist."
The five Lumarians glanced at each other, then down at their guns. They shifted around nervously, listening to only the loud hum of the shuttle. As the shuttle rushed toward the planet, the tension rose. They knew what to expect, despite trying to convince themselves otherwise. They knew if a battle had actually occurred, the Commune would have been swift and unforgiving; a wave of destruction known only as the Commune will have devastated the city in one fell swoop.
Alexei sat calmly and confidently. He knew very well what to expect; fear was not an obstacle for the lion.
Suddenly, the shuttle began to shake. "We're entering Grassia's stratosphere now. We will be within the troposphere in approximately sixty seconds," Raiche reported.
Graunta looked up. "You ready, boys?"
Jorhn laughed. "Ready for what, exactly?"
"For anything, smart-ass," Eskelle smiled.
Jorhn sighed. He bounced his foot with nervousness.
Alexei turned to Jorhn. "You've got nothing to be nervous about. You're the best soldiers in the Lumarian fleet. Death is not an option."
"Speak for yourself!" Raiche blurted out from the co-pilot's seat. "You're the one with the so-called 'powers'. Why the hell do you need us?"
Alexei glared at Raiche with narrowed eyes. "'Why', indeed."
"Hey, keep your eyes on the monitor," Graunta shouted.
Raiche sighed and slumped back in his chair. "We have now entered Grassia's troposphere. We will reach the capitol-state Grickon in fifteen seconds."
The Lumarians readied their weapons.
Finally, the shuttle touched down in Grickon's centre. The six Elites emerged from the ship, looking around at the dead-quiet.
Kavhen walked forward, beside Alexei. He said, quietly, "It doesn't look like they've even been here."
The streets were quiet, and not a soul could be seen. The pale facades of the stone-like dwellings were weathered but remained unscarred.
Alexei held his nose in the air and concentrated. He couldn't sense any presence of life. "I don't get it..." he said.
"What is it?" Kavhen asked.
"I don't feel any life signs... nothing Lumarian."
"How is that possible? The buildings haven't even been touched."
"In all my years, kid, I ain't never seen anything quite this spooky. It's a bit of a ghost town..." Graunta uttered.
Raiche lowered his weapon. "This doesn't make any sense! What the hell are we doing here?" Raiche kicked a nearby trash can and garbage flew all over.
Kavhen sighed. "It's completely abandoned," he muttered to himself.
Graunta looked up. "You don't actually think..."
"It's possible," Jorhn remarked. "But then why are we just hearing about it now? Why would we just leave a perfectly good planet?"
"It could've been anything," Eskelle placed her arm around Jorhn's neck. "I've heard of a few places where viral outbreaks ravaged the entire planet, killing everything. The atmosphere stays perfectly intact while time and weather erodes everything away. Soon enough you get a desert planet. How do you think War Planet was made?"
"So, what happens to the virus?" Kavhen asked.
"With nothing to feed on, it just dies off."
"So, the virus could still be here?"
"It's just a theory, junior. Like I said, it could have been anything."
Alexei wandered off, looking around. "Where are you?" he said to himself. Alexei could feel something peculiar hanging in the air, but he couldn't figure out what. He looked up in awe at the massive facade of the City Hall. He walked up the steps slowly, still looking around. There was a large notice on the door and he rushed toward it. "Hey, get over here!" he shouted to the Lumarians.
The five rushed up the steps to join their Captain.
"Someone read this."
Graunta stepped forward and scanned the notice. "Well, Eskelle was half right. This is a Notice of Segregation. Apparently a deadly virus - the Crast Virus, named after its creator - broke out and they quarantined the entire city. I guess the rest of the planet got scared and left."
"Why would they leave the entire planet?" Kavhen asked.
"It's a small planet, Kavhen. There probably aren't too many cities outside Grickon. I would guess more than half the planet's population were killed off in this city alone."
"That's horrible..."
"Alright," Alexei cut it, "I don't care about this planet."
"You don't care about anything," Raiche muttered.
"Hey, we don't need this-"
"No, he's absolutely right, Kavhen. I don't care. And I thought we've already been through this..."
"How can you say that?" Kavhen whimpered.
"I don't care about this planet, I don't care about this fucking team, and I don't care about you. That's how I can say it."
Raiche cut it, poking Alexei in the chest. "Listen, asshole, you may hate being here with us, but you've got to start treating us with a little more respect!"
"Why the hell should I?"
Raiche sighed. "It's like talking to a fucking brick wall."
Graunta placed a hand on Raiche's shoulder. "C'mon, there's no point in arguing. Let's head back to the shuttle."
"Hold on a second," Alexei said.
Raiche turned and scowled at Alexei. "What is it now?"
"We can't go."
"Why not? There's no point in being here."
"That's just it. Why would we get a distress call from an abandoned planet?"
"I don't know. It could have been a delayed audio recording."
"No. That doesn't make any sense."
"What do you know, anyway?"
"He's right, Raiche," Eskelle said. "A viral outbreak isn't cause for an SOS. Whoever sent the signal had to have sent it within the last twenty-four hours."
"Well, then who sent it?"
"That, I don't know."
"The Commune," Alexei said.
"How the hell do you know?" Raiche demanded.
"Because... I know. I can feel them."
"Give me a break. It's probably just indigestion."
"I know the feeling!" Alexei shouted. "They're here. I know they are."
"What would they be doing all the way out here, anyway?" Kavhen asked.
"Who cares? Let's just get on the shuttle and leave them be," Jorhn suggested. "If the place was abandoned, then what does it matter who's here? I mean, if it was an ambush, then what are they waiting for?"
"Good question," Alexei said. He started down the stairs and back onto the street, followed by the Elites. "I'm here!" he shouted. "If you want me, come get me!"
The streets remained silent.
Suddenly, a booming voice shattered the silence. "So, I finally get to meet the great Warrior." An army of Commune then emerged from the dark orifices of the surrounding architecture. They had the Elites surrounded.
The five Lumarians held up their weapons. Alexei stood still.
From within the crowd of Commune, their large commander rose. The commander was very tall and very well built. There was something familiar about this Commander. "I never thought it would take this long to find you, but when I heard you had joined these repulsive beasts, I knew my time was nigh. I would get my revenge..."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Stone. We have never met before, but you have met my brother. Does the name Graves ring a bell?"
Alexei was instantly filled with rage. He could still feel the heat and the pain from that day ten years ago. "So you've come to pay me back for your brothers' defeat? I took him down, and I can do the same with you."
"Don't underestimate your enemies, lion. My brother was a paragon of strength and pride. But that day... that day you destroyed him. He came back so despondent and broken, let alone his missing appendages. He was weak and he was humiliated. He went mad after his surgery. He left the Commune shortly after and no one has seen him since, and I have you to thank for that."
"He deserves much, much worse, you vile piece of shit."
The enemy commander growled. As he stepped forward, the Elites held up their weapons. "Call off your dogs, lion. This is between you and me."
Alexei held up his paw, signaling his men to back down. He said, with hatred, "I couldn't agree with you more."
Stone galloped forward. He thrust his hard knee into Alexei's gut.
Alexei skidded back, still on his feet. He looked up and snarled. He dashed forward and leapt into the air, avoiding Stone's whip-like tail. He slammed down, Stone nimbly dodging the lion. Alexei looked up and jumped back, Stone's massive tail smashing the cobblestone beneath him. Alexei landed lightly on his feet. He looked up at Stone, panting. "You're faster than I expected."
"I'm just getting started." Stone rushed Alexei, slamming him into the ground.
Alexei looked up and shook his head. He was met with a boney knee to his face. Alexei slid back another ten feet, his nose bleeding. Alexei opened his eyes and noticed Graunta holding Kavhen back. Alexei smiled as he shakily got to his feet.
Stone walked calmly up to Alexei, grinning confidently, his razor-sharp teeth bared.
Alexei dashed forward and swung at Stone.
Stone held up his large clawed hand and grabbed a tight hold of Alexei's left paw. He swung Alexei back then slammed the lion into the ground, cracking the stone below. He held the limp lion up to his face, smiling fiercely. Stone quickly wiped his smile away as he slammed Alexei into the ground again. He then threw the lion far behind him.
Alexei bounced and rolled along the hard ground. He groaned and shakily got to his paws and knees.
"Persistent little lion, aren't you?" Stone teased. He picked up the lion by the waist. "Is that the best you've got?"
Alexei swiped his claws at Stone's face.
Stone, although incised and bleeding, didn't move. He simply smiled. He took hold of Alexei's left arm and once again, slammed the lion into the ground. Still holding onto Alexei's arm, Stone placed his heavy clawed foot on Alexei's chest. "Now I will take from you which you took from my brother." With that, Stone began to pull hard on Alexei's arm.
Alexei let out a terrifying scream. He pulled desperately to free his arm, but it was useless. He felt as every bone in his wrist shattered from Stone's powerful grip. He could hear the Commune army cheering on their commander, and his own team crying out. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as the bones started to separate.
Stone put his foot on Alexei's shoulder, crushing it.
Alexei cried out in pain. His arm burned as he tried to pull it back, and the burning only became worse as the muscles became more and more fatigued. Alexei heard a familiar tearing sound as he felt his own warm blood pour down his arm. He then heard bones cracking and more flesh tearing. He screamed horrifically as his biceps were ripped in half and as his humerus painfully slid out. Blood sprayed out of his nub-like arm as Alexei thrashed about, clenching his massive wound. All Alexei could see was a chaotic battle above him, and Stone waving his own bloody arm about like it was a trophy. Alexei could still feel Stone's heavy foot on his chest, and he saw his troops as they became engulfed in Commune soldiers. Alexei felt very cold and numb as everything started to go black. He drifted off into darkness, feeling a strange sense of serenity and anxiousness. Alexei soon felt a great fire burning in his heart, and he knew this wasn't his time. And yet he continued to sink.
\* \* \*
Alexei woke feeling very weak and very tired. He could feel something pinching his left arm, but he couldn't look. He opened his eyes and was met with a bright light. Alexei groaned. He then felt a warm paw on his bare chest. He looked to his right and saw Kaelin smiling down on him. Alexei lifted his right arm and caressed the roo's face.
Kaelin held Alexei's paw tight, holding it to his chest, still smiling.
"I've missed you..." Alexei said quietly.
Kaelin continued to smile.
Alexei let out a contented sigh and lay back his head, closing his eyes. When he looked up again, he looked deep into Kavhen's large, dark eyes. "Kaelin..."
"He's coming to," Kavhen said. "How are you feeling, Captain?"
"Tired... so tired... what happened?"
Suddenly, Jorhn appeared. "Oh man, it was insane!"
"Hey," Eskelle said, "give the Captain some space. He's still a big groggy."
Alexei sat up, rubbing his head with his right paw. He was in the infirmary surrounded by his worried teammates. "What... happened?"
Jorhn started, excitedly, "Well, after the Commune commander was done throwing you around like a rag-doll, you were just lying there bleeding all over. Then all his men attacked us at once and we fought them off as best we could, but we were outnumbered big time. They backed us into a corner and just when we thought we were all toast, you sprang back to life."
"Why... why don't I remember any of this?"
"Beats me," Raiche said, "But you were floating there above the crowd just staring down, blood just flowing out of you... Even I was scared for my life."
"I don't know what it was, boy, but something brought you back from the dead, and you had the devil's own eyes," Graunta said.
"So, what happened after that?"
Jorhn continued, "Well, we all sort of looked at you, most of us probably pissing ourselves. I mean, we thought you were dead. Not only that, though, but there was something flowing out of you... it's hard to explain. We could just feel this almost overwhelming sense of power... You let out this terrible scream then all hell broke loose."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you slammed down on a Commune soldier and just popped him like a zit... you stood there for a second in this bloody mush, then like lightning you struck everything around you, tearing it apart. You were jumping in the air doing back kicks, punches, everything. It was like every living soul was frozen in time and you were simply hacking them to pieces with your bare paws... it was horrifying. You eventually stopped, soaked in blood, and collapsed. The Commune didn't move, so we picked you up and dragged you to the shuttle and got the hell out of there."
"I have never seen anything quite like it," Graunta commented. "You've got a frightening power within you, Captain, and today you showed us just what you can do."
"I... I'm so sorry... I had no idea what had happened. Everything just went dark and then I was here."
"What's amazing, too, is, you did it with only one arm," Jorhn pointed out.
Everyone looked over at Jorhn.
"One... one arm?"
"What, you didn't feel it? The commander tore it right off you! I never heard anyone scream so loud."
Eskelle smacked Jorhn.
"What? I was just-"
"My arm!" Alexei cried out in horror."What the fuck is this thing?"
Eskelle cut in, "It's a prosthetic arm. It's completely mechanical and should be able to function just as well as before."
"Hey, who ever said the Commune was good for nothing?" Jorhn laughed nervously.
The others whipped their heads toward Jorhn. Eskelle barked quietly, "Are you insane? Why did you have to tell him-"
"This... this is Commune technology?"
Eskelle sighed. "I'm sorry, Captain, but we had no choice. Your real arm was so badly damaged, we could reattach it. I had no choice but to use this prosthetic limb. The technology was taken from an old Commune medical facility, but I can assure you-"
"Oh, God..." Alexei covered his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick..." Alexei leaned over the side of the operating table and disgorged all over the floor. Alexei wiped his mouth and groaned. He shut his eyes tightly. "Get this thing off me," he said madly. Alexei grabbed onto the mechanical arm and pulled on it, trying desperately to tear it off. "Get this fucking thing off me!"
"Sir, you can't! It's integrated too deeply into your system. Removing it now would destroy half the nerves in your body."
Alexei started to cry. He held his right paw over his face and wept. Kavhen rubbed Alexei's back to comfort him. Alexei continued to weep.
Hours later, Alexei made his way back to his quarters, severely depressed. He sat on his bed in only his shorts, staring out the window. He looked down at his new arm in disgust, feeling sick once again. Alexei shut his eyes tightly. He looked down at his chest and rubbed the large scar running across his chest with his right paw. He remembered how he had gotten it... It happened when he was fifteen years old. A rather large bounty hunter had pinned Alexei against the wall, and with the hopes of weakening the lion, the bounty hunter had taken out his knife and slowly cut a large incision down from Alexei's left shoulder, across his chest, down his abdomen and ending just at his waist. Even then, Alexei hadn't given up. He never surrendered, never let himself fall.
Suddenly, Alexei's thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking at his door.
Alexei stayed quiet as the knocking persisted.
The doors then opened and in walked Kavhen.
Alexei looked up at the Lumarian. "What do you want?"
"We're all hanging out in the lounge if you want to join us. If you want my opinion-"
"I don't."
"Well... I think you should come anyway."
"If I didn't want to join you before, why would I want to join you now? Just leave me alone."
Kavhen walked in further. "I know you've been through a lot today... Probably too much for one person to handle, but it might make you feel better to talk about it. We're all worried about you."
"Oh, I'll bet you are."
Kavhen took a seat beside Alexei. "I was really scared yesterday. I thought we had lost you for good this time."
"I told you I didn't want to talk about it."
"Then, when you came back from the dead, you weren't the same Captain. You were something much more terrifying."
"Please, leave me alone."
Kavhen turned to Alexei and grabbed his paws. He said, with a tear in his eye, "I don't want to lose you, Captain."
Alexei looked deep into Kavhen's eyes. "Please tell me, Captain, why do you feel so much anger toward the Commune, or anyone? I have never seen anyone harbor such strong feelings toward them before. What did they do to you?"
Alexei lowered his head. "They... they destroyed my life."
"How?"
Alexei sighed. "Ten years ago, when I was just a boy, they came looking for me. They were the first ones, I suppose, who wanted to collect the bounty. They came down and tore my village apart and slaughtered my family and my friends right in front of me. I can still feel their blood on my face and the heat of the burning buildings... I will never forgive them."
"I'm so sorry." Kavhen caressed Alexei's back.
Alexei looked up and faked a smile. He placed a paw on Kavhen's thigh.
The two looked deep into their eyes as their lips inched slowly together. Their lips finally met and the two kissed passionately for a but a moment. At once, they pulled themselves apart, staring at each other.
Alexei felt a certain warmth in his heart that he hadn't felt for a long time. As when he was dying on the battlefield, Alexei felt at peace. He continued to stare into Kavhen's dark eyes. He placed both paws on Kavhen's waist and caressed him slowly, carefully beginning to remove Kavhen's dark green tank top. He looked down at the monstrosity on his left arm and cringed.
"It's alright," Kavhen reassured, placing his large arms around Alexei's shoulders. "Everything will be fine."
"I don't know if I can touch you with this thing..."
Kavhen grabbed onto Alexei's awkward mechanical wrist and placed it back on his waist. "I don't mind at all..."
Alexei wrapped his arms around the Lumarian.
Kavhen caressed the lion. After a long moment, he pulled himself away, smiling down at Alexei.
Alexei returned the favour and once again worked Kavhen's clothes. He pulled the shirt over Alexei's head and large flaccid horns. He held Kavhen's shirt in his metal claw for a moment, then threw it aside. Alexei rubbed his paw across Kavhen's smooth, muscular chest. For once in a very long time, his soul felt spry and full of life.
Kavhen's skin seemed to almost to shimmer all over, reflecting the buzzing flourescent lights and the stars and large white planet outside the window. It was beautifully eerie.
Alexei stared at Kavhen's chest, lost in the luminous glow. "You are so beautiful..." Alexei whispered, pressing himself against the Lumarian. He felt a tenderness within him that he had only ever felt once before.
Kavhen held Alexei for a moment, then stood off the bed and turned away from the bed, beginning to slowly remove his baggy pants.
Alexei stared in awe, starting to remove his own.
Kavhen, his pants in his hands, turned back to face Alexei. He said in a shy voice, "How should we do this?"
"I don't know... however you want."
Kavhen threw away pants and crawled onto Alexei's bed, positioning himself atop the lion. He looked down into Alexei's eyes and kissed him softly.
Alexei let himself go limp and submitted to the Lumarian. As he gently kissed Kavhen, he could feel himself getting hard.
Kavhen took notice and smiled, he himself becoming more firm. Kavhen leaned up, kneeling between Alexei's outspread legs. He placed his hands on Alexei's knees and lowered his head, his nostrils blowing warm air on Alexei's engorging member.
Alexei looked down and laughed.
Kavhen giggled as he teased Alexei's fuzzy balls with his short muzzle. He opened his mouth and stuck out his wet tongue, caressing Alexei's cock with it. Moments later, he slid his lips right over and got a taste of Alexei's sweet precum.
Alexei groaned at this new and strange sensation; it was warm and moist but oddly pleasant. His tingling organ was suddenly enveloped in a small yet powerful wet muscle, massaging his throbbing cock all over.
Moments later, Kavhen lifted his head, smiling.
Alexei looked up, panting. "That was incredible," he said, resting down his head. "Why'd you stop?"
Kavhen laughed. He placed his hands on Alexei's legs and lifted them over his shoulder. He was now propping the lion up with his hands under his rump and lower back. He looked down at Alexei's tailhole and stroked it with his left hand. "Hmm. Tight fit... This is probably going to hurt a bit, Captain."
Alexei looked up at Kavhen's cock with surprise. When fully erect, it was large and almost intimidating. The base was quite thick and tapered slightly toward the end. It shimmered a beautiful pinkish colour which contrasted against Kavhen's luminescent body.
Suddenly, Alexei saw flashes of the giant Lumarian, Behemoth. He shut his eyes tightly.
"Is everything alright?"
Alexei opened his eyes. "Y-yeah. Everything's fine."
"We don't have to..."
"No, I'm good. Keep going."
Kavhen positioned himself behind Alexei's tailhole, pressing his cock gently onto the orifice. "Here I go..." he said quietly. Kavhen very slowly inserted his large member into Alexei's tailhole.
Alexei groaned and started breathing heavily. He could feel Kavhen slowly moving through his body, stretching his bowels as he did. It hurt a lot, but Alexei knew he could bear it. He had before. Alexei gripped the side of the bed as Kavhen made his way up, bearing his teeth. The pain was almost unbearable, but Alexei had to remain strong. Alexei continued to writhe and groan until eventually Kavhen stopped.
"How's this?" Kavhen asked.
"Is it all the way in?" Alexei asked, nearly breathless.
Kavhen nodded.
Alexei laughed, sweating intensely.
Kavhen smiled and started to remove himself. Before he had completely removed his cock, Kavhen pulled Alexei in closer, thrusting upward.
Alexei shouted loudly as Kavhen stretched his bowels. The pain was still excruciating, and yet it had a certain pleasure to it. It was indescribable, the sensation Alexei felt, but either way he enjoyed it immensely. Alexei continued to squirm about, still clenching the side of the bed.
Kavhen was now moving much quicker, groaning himself. His entire body was dripping beads of sweat, his arms especially from holding up Alexei. His arms were tired but that only excited him.
The pain in Alexei's tailhole soon disappeared and was replaced with a bizarre sense of pleasure. He felt the large cock and he recognized the searing pain, but it felt unbelievably good. Alexei grabbed his own cock with his right paw and rubbed it slowly. Kavhen's organ seemed to intensify the pleasure with each thrust, and Alexei was in complete bliss.
The pair worked and moved their bodies as one entity, sharing their warmth and their passions. At that moment, they were one, a particular aura flowing out of them. Nothing in the galaxy could break the two apart.
Kavhen started to trust harder and harder. He shut his eyes and still continued to work Alexei's bowels. He removed his hands from under Alexei and stroked the lion's thighs, moving his right fingers over a large scar. This aroused the Lumarian greatly. He opened his eyes and stared down at Alexei's furry chest, which was covered in small scars, as well as the one large one across his chest and midriff.
Alexei stroked his cock rapidly. With Kavhen's incredible organ massaging and pounding his insides, as well as his soft hands now caressing his sensitive thighs and scars, Alexei was close to climaxing. He could feel it approaching in amongst his extreme ecstacy. Then, like an explosion, Alexei's hot seed burst out of him, his cock throbbing with a sharp pleasure. The spooge sprayed onto his chest and his chin, much to Alexei's surprise.
Kavhen laughed slightly between breaths. He, too, could sense his climax approaching.
Alexei now moved his paw slower and focused on the sensation as his seed continued to pour out. Alexei let out a long, satisfied moan as he slowly became more flaccid. He could still feel Kavhen pounding away at his tailhole, keep his cock at least somewhat alive. But suddenly, from out of nowhere, Alexei started to see more images of Behemoth. Again and again, bright flashes poured into his mind. He released his cock as he saw the giant Lumarian molest and rape his body. Alexei shut his eyes and squirmed about. "Stop it..." he whimpered. "Don't touch me!"
"Captain," Kavhen struggled. "Is something wrong?"
Alexei opened his eyes, breathing frantically.
Kavhen kept himself in the same position, not certain if he should remove himself. "What's the matter?"
Alexei's complexion was cold and pale. He looked at Kavhen with horror-stricken eyes, shivering. He tried to push himself away.
Kavhen placed his hands under Alexei's rump and removed himself gingerly, his cock still throbbing. He got up off the bed and leaned over Alexei, placing a hand on the lion's head. "Are you alright?"
"Just... just get away from me," Alexei said, quivering.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I can't... I can't continue. I can't get him out of my head!"
"Who? Who is it?"
"B... Behemoth."
"Behemoth? Is it because you killed him?"
"No!" Alexei spat. " It's because he..." Alexei became choked up.
"What is it?" Kavhen said quietly.
"He... he raped me... Right there, on the floor."
"My God... why didn't you tell anyone? How come you didn't stop him?"
"I couldn't!" Alexei cried. "I tried but I couldn't. I just lay there and let him abuse me..." Alexei looked over at Kavhen with tears running down his face. He looked straight into Kavhen's still-hard organ and he suddenly grabbed it with his left hand.
Kavhen gasped as the frigid claw gripped his pink flesh. "W-what're you doing?"
"I'm sorry," Alexei said. "I'm sorry you couldn't finish..."
Kavhen placed his hands on the metal arm. "Don't apologize. If it's too painful, we don't have to continue..."
"But I want to..." Alexei wept. "I want to make you happy."
Kavhen slowly removed the metal paw. He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his large arms around Alexei, holding him close.
The two embraced for what seemed like hours. Shortly after, Kavhen climbed onto the bed and lay beside his Captain, one arm across Alexei's chest. "It's okay," he said. "We don't have to rush anything. We can try again when you're ready."
Alexei smiled and nodded. He suddenly felt exhausted. He said, shutting his eyes, "Will you stay here with me? Just for tonight? I... I don't want to be alone."
Kavhen smiled warmly. "Of course I will, Captain. I'll always be here for you."
The two snuggled close together, once again sharing their warmth. Alexei lay there, deep in thought. He thought of Earth, mostly, and all he had left behind. He remembered his family and friends, and the multitude of trials and tribulations he had faced alone... always alone. But most of all, Alexei remembered Kaelin. He remembered the compassion they had shared those many, many nights ago. And yet, for some reason, lying in bed beside Kavhen, none of it even mattered anymore. They were all simply afterthoughts of a life left behind. Alexei was finally moving on.
Eventually the pair fell asleep close together. Alexei's heart had finally felt peace as he gave his body and soul to his friend Kavhen. For once, Alexei truly felt at home with the Lumarians, and he never wanted to lose that. |
Wolfsblut - Teil 2 Kapitel 27: Aufgespürt by silverstripe | Teil 2: Eis Kapitel 27: Aufgespürt Mazaru zuckte zusammen, als ein Donnern erhallte. Er blickte zu dem Collie, der gerade dabei war, Holz aufzulegen. Es war ein kalter Tag, der Regen peitschte gegen die Fensterscheiben und der Wind heulte finster. Mazaru zog die Beine an und rollte sich zusammen. | [
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"German Language",
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"Transformation",
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249111-wolfsblut-teil-2-kapitel-27-aufgespurt | Teil 2: Eis Kapitel 27: Aufgespürt Mazaru zuckte zusammen, als ein Donnern erhallte.Er blickte zu dem Collie, der gerade dabei war, Holz aufzulegen. Es war ein kalter Tag, der Regen peitschte gegen die Fensterscheiben und der Wind heulte finster. Mazaru zog die Beine an und rollte sich zusammen.Die Tür des Kamins schloss sich quetschend und der Collie stand auf. Mit einem Lächeln auf den Lefzen sah er zu dem Dingo und ging auf ihn zu. Mazaru sog scharf die Luft ein. Er wollte ihm um den Hals fallen, die Wärme genießen und seine Nähe spüren, doch er wusste, er würde dies nie tun können. Der Schmerz wurde immer unerträglicher. Die ganze Nacht wurde er von den Schmerzen gequält, nur weil er sich wünschte, für immer bei Sesuke zu sein.Seine Hand strich über den Nacken, er musste es doch schaffen, den Schmerz loszuwerden und die Emotionen einfach genießen zu können. Er wusste, dass er etwas für Sesuke empfand. Etwas, von dem er nie gedacht hätte, dass er es fühlen könnte.Er hatte keine Angst vor Wärme und Bindungen, er machte sich nur Sorgen darüber, das Leben nicht genießen zu können, nie wirklich gelebt zu haben. Erst wenn er fühlen, Emotionen genießen und sie erwidern könnte, würde er behaupten, gelebt zu haben.,,Ich habe keine Angst vor dem Tod, ich habe nur Angst, nicht gelebt zu haben.", sagte er sich in Gedanken. Sesuke ließ sich auf dem Sofa nieder, legte die Arme um Mazarus Oberkörper und drückte ihn an sich. Der Dingo spürte das sanfte Fell an seinem Rücken, es kitzelte, doch er spürte auch schon den Schmerz in sich ansteigen.Er legte den Kopf zurück und blickte hinauf in Sesukes Gesicht. Die schwarzen Lefzen waren zu einem frechen Grinsen gezogen.Mazaru spürte, wie die warmen Pfoten unter sein rotes Shirt krochen und sich auf seine Brust legten. Er keuchte. Es fühlte sich an, als ob sich seine Lunge zusammen zog. Er schnappte nach Luft.Sesukes Finger glitten durch das Fell. Mazaru drehte sich zu dem Collie, sodass er ihn direkt ansehen konnte. Er saß auf Sesukes Schoß und schlang seine Beine um den Körper des Collies. Der Dingo drückte sich eng an den Rüden, dabei achtete er darauf, seine Narbe nicht zu berühren, um ihn nicht zu verletzen. Er spürte die Hitze des Fells am ganzen Körper, die Hitze trieb ihn dazu, sein Shirt vom Körper zu reißen, den Kopf an den Hals des Collies zu schmiegen und es zu genießen. Mazaru spürte den Schmerz wie tausend Nägel, die durch seinen Körper gerammt wurden. Er sah bereits das Blut an seinem Körper herunter laufen, doch er wusste, dass es nur eine Illusion war.Sesuke lächelte, der Körper des Dingos verlangte also immer mehr nach körperlicher Nähe. Die Hitze, die sich zwischen ihnen ausbreitete, benebelte seine Sinne. Druck stieg in dem Collie auf, doch die Erinnerung an die Vergangenheit schreckte ihn ab, er konnte seinem Drang nicht nachgehen. Er seufzte, als Mazaru sich fester an ihn schmiegte und sein Körper an Stellen rieb, die den Druck nur verstärkte. Er biss die Zähne zusammen, redete sich ein, einen riesigen Fehler zu begehen, wenn er diese Nähe zuließ. Etwas dunkles in ihm löste Panik aus.Mazaru fühlte das aufgeregte Pochen von Sesukes Herz, er blickte zu ihm hinauf. ,,Stimmt etwas nicht?"Sesuke würde die Berührung nicht unterbrechen, Mazaru wollte es, was es in ihm auslöste war egal, Sesuke würde damit klar kommen müssen.,,Alles in Ordnung.", log er und legte die Hände auf Mazarus nackten Rücken.Mazaru seufzte, die Pfoten waren heiß, als würden sie sein Fell verbrennen, wie würden sie sich an anderen Stellen seines Körper anfühlen? Er spannte die Muskeln an.Die Pfoten strichen tiefer. Sesuke spürte, wie angespannt der Dingo war. Er drückte ihn fest an sich, wollte ihn beschützen, ihn festhalten und nie wieder loslassen. Mazaru war kein normaler kleiner Junge, er war etwas ganz besonderes. Ein Wesen, das Sesuke wichtiger als alles andere war. Er hätte nicht erwartet, so viel für den Dingo zu empfinden. Er wollte sein Leben mit teilen. Er spürte, wie die kleinen Pfoten über seinen Bauch strichen und ihn kraulten.Der Dingo griff in das weiche Fell, er mochte es, den Collie zu kraulen und hoffte, dass es Sesuke gefiel. Er konnte nicht einschätzen, wie der Collie empfand, doch Mazaru wollte sich für die Berührungen bedanken indem er den Collie kraulte. Mazarus Augen wanderten tiefer. Wie weit würde er wohl gehen können? Konnte er den Collie überall berühren? Würde das der Collie zulassen? Mazaru dachte daran, wie ihm immer wieder gesagt wurde, dass körperliche Berührungen keinen Nutzen haben und nicht toleriert werden. Er hatte sich immer daran gehalten, doch jetzt wusste er, dass Berührungen etwas Schönes sein konnten.In Sesukes Armen fühlte er sich sicher. Er wusste, dass Sesuke ihn mochte. Sesuke fühlte sich mindestens genauso zu Mazaru hingezogen, wie Mazaru zu ihm. Sesukes Pfoten legten sich auf Mazarus Hüften. Der Dingo atmete tief ein, er spürte bereits das Blitzen im Unterkörper, welches den lähmenden Schmerz auslösen würde, wenn Sesuke weiter ging.Der Collie presste die Beine zusammen, der Reiz wurde stärker, er spürte die Hitze in tieferen Regionen seines Körpers, es würde den Dingo garantiert erschrecken. Er atmete tief ein und versuchte seine Gedanken zu klären, doch die warmen Pfoten, die seinen Nabel umkreisten, erschwerten dies. Er blickte auf den nackten Oberkörper. Mazaru hatte schönes und glänzendes Fell, war im Gegensatz zu ihm klein und war schlank, er würde ihn leicht heben können, das würde interessant im Bett werden. Sesuke kniff die Augen zu und verdrängte die Gedanken, er würde niemals mit Mazaru schlafen. Niemals.Doch was wäre, wenn Mazaru es wollte? Er verdrängte den Gedanken. Sesukes Pfoten wanderten wieder höher und legten sich sanft auf die Brust. Er grinste, seine Gedanken drehten sich. Die Hitze, die zwischen ihnen lag, löste die seltsamsten Gedanken aus.Mazarus Finger strichen über das orangene Fell. Sie strichen tiefer, Sesuke seufzte. Er war sanft und behutsam, das mochte der Collie. Der Dingo blickte auf, legte die Arme um Sesukes Hals und kam ihm näher. Sesuke spürte, wie sein Fell an dem des Dingos rieb, ihre Nasenspitzen berührten sich. Der Collie bekam rote Wangen. Doch so schnell wie die Röte kam, verschwand sie wieder. Die Ohren des Collie zuckten, er vernahm ein Geräusch.,,Was ist los?", wollte der Dingo wissen. Er bemerkte die Anspannung in dem Körper des Collies. ,,Ich weiß es nicht.", flüsterte er. Sesuke hörte Stimmen, seinem feinem Gehör entging nichts, vor dem Haus war jemand, es waren mehrere.Sesuke sprang auf und griff den Dingo am Handgelenk. Mazaru blickte zu dem Collie, in seinen Augen zeigte sich ein neuer Ausdruck. ,,Wer ist das?", fragte er. ,,Keine Ahnung aber du solltest dich sicherheitshalber verstecken."Sesuke ballte die Fäuste, als ihm etwas einfiel. ,,Verdammt, wieso war ich bloß so dumm?!" Mazaru klammerte sich an ihn, Sesuke legte einen Arm um ihn. ,,Als ich mit dir aus dem Wald geflogen bin, hatte ich geblutet, sie sind der Blutspur bis hierher gefolgt.",,Es sind also Zàhngs. Sie wollen mich holen. Sesuke, ich will nicht zurück.", flüsterte er. Sesuke erkannte den ängstlichen Ausdruck in den goldenen Augen. Er würde ihn um jeden Preis beschützen. ,,Ich werde für dich kämpfen und sie vertreiben, du musst dich solange verstecken.",,Nein, du darfst nicht kämpfen." Mazaru legte die Pfoten an Sesukes Hals, wo das Verband verknotet war. ,,Deine Wunde wird sonst wieder aufreißen, du musst dich erst regenerieren.",,Keine Zeit und jetzt versteck dich, wir klären das später." Sesukes Stimme war klar und fest. ,,Aber...",,Verschwinde!"Mazaru war erschreckt von dem lauten Tonfall und der Entschlossenheit in der Stimme, doch er gehorchte und stolperte die Treppe hoch. Nur einen Augenblick später brach die Tür auf. Sesuke ballte die Fäuste, er musste für Mazaru kämpfen, auch wenn Xyon es ihm verboten hatte, es gab keine andere Möglichkeit. Mazaru riss die Tür auf und schlug sie wieder zu. Er atmete tief aus und lehnte sich an die Tür. Aus den Augenwinkeln sah er zum Fenster. Ein unbehagliches Prickeln fuhr ihm den Rücken hoch und er wagte einen Blick nach draußen.Er sog scharf die Luft ein, als er die schwarzgekleideten Leute vor dem Haus stehen sah. Sie schienen schon einzudringen. ,,Zàhngs, wie soll Sesuke alleine mit so vielen fertig werden?"Er wusste, dass er Sesuke nur im Weg stehen würde aber er wollte auch nicht nur tatenlos zusehen. Sesuke und er gehörten zusammen. Zumindest war er sich da sicher. Sesuke blickte zu den schwarzgekleideten Männern, seine Brust schmerzte, doch er konnte dem nicht nachgeben. Er ballte die Fäuste, niemand durfte Mazaru etwas antun.Sesukes Krallen blitzten auf, er streckte die Hand und sagte: ,,Keinen Schritt näher." Die Männer schienen davon nicht beeindruckt, sie waren kalt und zeigten keinerlei Anzeichen von Angst. Sesuke grinste, einer der Kerle ging auf ihn zu und hielt ein Bild vor seine Nase.,,Wir sind nicht hier, um gegen Sie zu kämpfen, wir sind nur wegen ihm hier.",,Ihr werdet wohl mit leeren Händen nach Hause gehen müssen!", brüllte der Collie. Er hob die Pfoten kampfbereit. Sesuke schwang den Arm, eine transparente Welle breitete sich um seinen Körper aus. Die Druckwelle warf die Männer zurück, Glas platzte und das Feuer im Kamin erlosch.Sesuke sprang, drehte sich in der Luft um die eigene Achse. Er spürte das Kribbeln in den Pfoten. Er konnte es schaffen. Er musste es schaffen. Er stemmte die offene Handfläche auf den Boden, das Holz zersplitterte und die Fetzen wirbelten durch die Luft. Staub wurde aufgewirbelt, der die Männer blendete. Mazaru hörte, wie jemand die Treppe heraufkam. Er spürte die Vibrationen, Sesuke schien bereits zu kämpfen.,,Hoffentlich passiert ihm nichts.", sagte er sich in Gedanken und schloss die Tür des Schranks. Er lehnte gegen das kalte Holz. Das Prickeln fuhr ihm erneut durchs Fell. Er ballte die Fäuste und fühlte die Krallen, die sich in die Handflächen bohrten. Er versteckte sich feige, während der Collie wieder für ihn kämpfte, er tat so viel für ihn und Mazaru konnte ihm nichtmal helfen.Plötzlich würde die Tür aufgerissen und Mazaru blickte in das Gesicht eines Mannes.,,Objekt gefunden.", sagte er leise. Mazaru schluckte. Sesuke wirbelte durch die Luft. Sein Schweif peitschte durch die Luft. Holzsplitter flogen, einer der Männer ging zu Boden, Blut floss aus seinem Hals. Der Collie wand sich und landete sanft auf den Füßen. Einer der Schwarzgekleideten streckte die Hand zu ihm aus. Ein Fiepen erklang, zeitgleich schoss ein hellroter Strahl aus einem Gerät, das an seinem Arm befestigt war. Sesukes Pupillen verengten sich. Wie ein Blitzschlag traf ihn der Strahl. Er fiel auf die Knie, sein Oberteil zerriss und das Blut floss aus der Narbe seiner Brust. Er kippte zur Seite.,,Der wird uns nicht länger aufhalten.", sagte der Mann und ließ den Arm wieder sinken. Er wandte sich um, die anderen Männer kamen die Treppe herunter, einer von ihnen hielt den Dingo fest. Mazaru versuchte sich vergeblich aus dem Griff zu befreien. Er bemerkte das Blut und die Trümmer auf dem Boden. Paralysiert starrte er zu dem Collie.,,Hört auf ihm weh zu tun und lasst mich wieder frei! Ich bin keiner mehr von euch!", brüllte er, als er sich wieder fing. Er spürte, wie scharfe Krallen ihm zum Schweigen brachten. Der Collie blickte auf, eine Pfote presste er auf die Wunde, während die andere nach dem Dingo griff.Erneut schoss ein Strahl durch die Luft, Sesuke brüllte voller Schmerz. ,,Nein!", schrie Mazaru. Mit wütenden Tritten und Hieben versuchte er sich los zu reißen, doch der Mann hatte ihm fest im Griff. ,,Ma...za...ru...", hauchte Sesuke. Erneut schrie er, die Strahlen setzten ihm zu, lähmten ihn. ,,Hör auf!", rief Mazaru. Sesukes Augen öffneten sich nicht mehr. Mazaru schluchzte. Etwas glänzte in seinen Augen.,,Töten wir ihn, dann kann er sich uns nicht mehr entgegenstellen.", sagte einer der Männer.,,Nein, bitte nicht." flehte Mazaru. ,,Ich ergebe mich, nehmt mich mit aber lasst ihn leben."Der Mann blickte mit seinen kalten Augen zu dem Dingo, dann zu dem Collie. ,,Der kann sowieso nicht mehr viel Schaden anrichten, verschwinden wir."Mazaru wurde von den Männern fort gebracht, er blickte zurück zu dem Collie.,,Bitte lass mich nicht im Stich, ich brauche dich.", sagte er in Gedanken, dann schloss sich die Tür. Durch das Fenster fielen die Sonnenstrahlen, die Sesuke über den Kopf fuhren. Er zuckte mit den Ohren. Nach einigen Minuten öffnete Sesuke wieder die Augen. Er stemmte die Pfoten auf den Boden und versuchte seinen Oberkörper hoch zu drücken. Er war voller Blut und seine Brust schmerzte, doch dies war ihm egal. Er zog sich an der Wand hoch. Er ballte die Fäuste, seine Augen glühten. ,,Mazaru.", flüsterte er. Mazaru wurde in den Raum gestoßen. Er stolperte und prallte auf den Boden. Hinter ihm schloss sich die Tür. Er sah auf. Ein großer, unheimlich wirkender Fuchs saß an einem Schreibtisch. Ein Schauer schoss dem Dingo durchs Fell. Der Fuchs arbeitete an einem Computer. Das flüssige Schwarz in seinen Augen wies auf die Emotionslosigkeit des Fuchses hin. Er hatte glatte, weiße Haare und trug einen dunklen Anzug. Mazaru hatte nie wirklich die Möglichkeit gehabt, diesen Fuchs zu sehen, doch als er nun vor ihm lag, zog sich alles in ihm zusammen. Der Schöpfer der Organisation Chénmò. Der perfekteste Zàhng. Kaith Kaasu. Sesuke rieb sich die Salbe auf die Wunde. Es schmerzte, doch das war egal. Er griff sich eine neue Verbandsrolle und blickte in den Spiegel. Entschlossenheit brannte in seinen Augen. Mazaru gehörte ihm, niemand durfte ihn mitnehmen. Noch in dieser Nacht würde er Mazaru zurückbringen. Er erinnerte sich, dass Mazaru sagte, dass auch Zàhngs schlafen mussten. Wenn er sich geschickt anstellte, würden alle schlafen, wenn er und Mazaru die Organisation verließen, niemand würde ihn bemerken. Mazaru richtete sich auf, Kaith blickte kalt zu ihm. In den Augen funkelten keinerlei Emotionen, nur die pure Schwärze. ,,Mazaru Arohja, wie kommt es, dass ein Zàhng, der so großes Potential aufweist, einfach davonläuft?"Mazarus Brustkorb zog sich zusammen, die Präsenz dieses Fuchses erdrückte ihn.Der Fuchs stand auf, ging um den Schreibtisch und blieb direkt vor dem Dingo stehen, der sich nun noch sehr viel kleiner vor kam.,,Äh...ich...",,Zàhngs stottern nicht." Mazaru legte unterwürfig die Ohren an und drückte den Schweif zwischen die Beine. Eine Reaktion, die er nicht tun dürfte.,,Mazaru, dein Potential ist groß, du musst es nur zulassen. Du könntest der perfekteste Zàhng aller Zeiten werden. Tief in dir schlummert das Eis, die Kälte der Perfektion. Eine Macht, die ich bei dir gespürt habe, als wir zum ersten Mal begegneten. Du bist kein gewöhnliches anthropomorphes Tier, es scheint, als wärst du dafür geschaffen, ein Zàhng zu sein.",,Sunhào hat bei mir fehlgeschlagen, ich wäre nie ein richtiger Zàhng geworden.", flüsterte der Dingo. Er spürte seinen aufgeregten Herzschlag. ,,Wie kommst du darauf?", fragte der Fuchs mit seiner kalten und tiefen Stimme. ,,Mein Körper hat sich dem Programm widersetzt, ich war nie gefühllos."Kaith kehrte ihm den Rücken zu und sagte leise: ,,Dann müssen härtere Maßnahmen ergriffen werden, dein Trainingsplan wird überarbeitet, wir fangen ganz von vorn an. Bisher ist jeder, der in diese Organisation kam, zu einem Zàhng geworden und ich werde dafür sorgen, dass es auch so bleibt." Mazaru schluckte. Er spürte, wie die Kälte des Fuchses ihm den Atem raubte. Wie ein Schleier der Dunkelheit legte sie sich um ihn. ,,Ich will nicht, ich will kein Zàhng werden.", flüsterte Mazaru. Kaith drehte den Kopf zu ihm, rote Funken glühten in dem flüssigen Schwarz auf. ,,Dafür ist es zu spät, du kannst nicht zurück."Mazaru sprang auf, er wollte wegrennen, diesen Teil seines Lebens für immer hinter sich lassen. Kaith hob den Arm, ein rotes Blitzen schoss durch den Raum. Mazarus Pupillen verengten sich und er krümmte den Rücken. Blut spritzte aus seinem Hals, er verlor das Gleichgewicht und stürzte.Der Fuchs ließ den Arm wieder senken und betätigte einen Schalter. Die Tür sprang auf und einige schwarze Männer traten ein. ,,Bringen sie ihn in die Kammer." Die Augen des Dingos waren mit Angst gefüllt und er rüttelte an den Ketten.,,Keine Sorge, diese Methode ist sehr viel effizienter als die vorige.", meinte Kaith, der zu Mazaru hinab blickte. ,,Lass mich los, ich will das nicht."Er kam sich vor, wie auf einem Labortisch mit Folterinstrumenten, fehlte nur der verrückte Wissenschaftler. Panik breitete sich in dem Dingo aus.,,Du wirst ein perfekter Zàhng werden, du wirst alles tun können.", sagte der Fuchs. ,,Ich werde nichts tun können, wenn ihr meine Empfindungen abtötet.",,Gefühle sind Schwachstellen, nichts weiter." Mazaru blickte ihn an, seine Augen funkelten. ,,Du hast keine Ahnung, als du noch Gefühle hattest, hast du sie wahrscheinlich nie erkannt."Die Miene des Fuchses veränderte sich nicht. ,,Weswegen kamst du denn ins Gefängnis?"Kaith wandte sich von ihm ab. ,,Das geht dich nichts an, startet SunhàoII."Mazaru schrie, seine Augen wurden glasig. Kaith blickte ihn ausdruckslos an. ,,Gefühle werden abgetötet. Du bist kein gefühlvoller Jugendlicher, du bist ein Killer."Der Dingo krümmte den Rücken, riss an den Ketten und schrie immer lauter, der Schmerz war schrecklicher als jede Folter, die er bisher erleiden musste.,,Holt das Implantat und das Messer.", flüsterte Kaith. Sesuke band sich die langen, blonden Haare zusammen und zog den blau-grünen Gürtel fester.,,Mazaru, ich werde dich da raus holen.", sagte er fest.Er blickte auf den Verband, doch er konnte sich jetzt nicht um seine Verletzungen kümmern, erst musste er den Dingo befreien, vorher würde er gar nichts tun.Der Collie blickte hinauf in den sternenklaren Himmel dieser Nacht. Er krümmte den Rücken, das Gewand zerriss und die Flügel schossen aus seinem Rücken. Entschlossenheit brannte in den Augen, als er los flog. Er würde sich von nichts aufhalten lassen. Mazaru gehörte ihm und niemand hatte das Recht, ihn einfach mitzunehmen. Lautlos landete der Collie vor den Toren des Geländes. Er fand, dass es Ähnlichkeiten mit einem Gefängnis hatte.Zum Glück hatte er sich von Xyon die Daten schicken lassen, somit wusste er genau, in welchem Raum Mazaru sich befinden musste. Sesuke setzte sich eine Brille auf, sodass er die Alarmanlagen sehen konnte. Die roten Strahlen zogen sich wie ein Spinnennetz über das Gelände.Es war nicht das erste Mal, dass er solche Alarmanlagen umgehen musste, er hatte viele Jahre trainiert und konnte somit unbemerkt bis zum Dach kommen. Mazaru schloss die Tür zu seinem Zimmer und blickte sich in dem Raum um, keinerlei Farbe war in seinen Augen zu sehen. Er hatte nun ebenfalls einen schwarzen Anzug an und wirkte wie ein Android.Es war Ruhezeit, in der er die Möglichkeit hatte, die nötigen Energiereserven durch Schlaf wieder aufzufrischen. Er ließ sich auf dem dünnen Teppich, der ihm als Bett diente, nieder. Roboter brauchten keine weichen Unterlagen.Mazaru starrte an die Decke und spitzte die Ohren. Noch konnte er sich auf seine Sinne verlassen, er sog die Luft durch die Nase ein und erkannte einen fremden Geruch, der ihm dennoch irgendwie bekannt vor kam.Er sprang lautlos auf und blickte sich um. Die Tür des Lüftungsschachts klappte aus der Wand und Staub wirbelte auf. Mazaru griff an seinen Gürtel, an dem ein kleiner Sender eingebaut war und betätigte diesen.,,Mazaru?" Sesuke krabbelte aus dem Schacht und blickte den Dingo glücklich an. ,,Komm, wir müssen schnell wieder hier raus.",,Wer sind Sie?"Sesuke blickte Mazaru tief in die Augen und meinte: ,,Jetzt ist keine Zeit für Witze, wir müssen weg von hier.",,Sie dürfen nicht hier sein, Sie sollten verschwinden, bevor...",,Was ist los mit dir Mazaru?", fragte der Collie.,,Woher kennen Sie meinen Namen?",,Das können wir später besprechen, jetzt komm endlich mit.",,Nein."Die Aussage schockierte den Collie, Verwunderung zeigte sich in seinen Augen. ,,Ich bin ein Zàhng, ich muss hier bleiben.",,Was haben sie mit dir gemacht?"Er ging auf den Dingo zu. ,,Kommen Sie nicht näher.",,Aber Mazaru." Er wollte den Arm um ihn legen, doch Mazaru wich aus und wehrte ab.Sesuke war geschockt von dem Schlag, er konnte es nicht glauben.Die Tür sprang auf und einige Zàhngs füllten den Raum. Sie überwältigten den Collie, legten ihn in Ketten und brachten ihn aus dem Raum.,,Mazaru!", rief er, doch der Dingo blickte nicht mehr zurück. Sesuke wurde in eine Zelle geworfen, alles war dunkel. ,,Was haben sie dir bloß angetan?!" Er rüttelte an den Ketten, doch sie ließen nicht nach.Er seufzte, was würde Xyon sagen? Er musste ihm sein Versagen beichten. Sesuke ballte die Fäuste. ,,Warum verdammt nochmal erinnert er sich nicht?!"War alles umsonst? Er war bereits so weit, Mazaru hatte so viele Gefühle zurückerlangt, doch nun schien alles verloren. Sesuke war wütend auf sich selbst, war wütend, dass er den Dingo nicht beschützt hatte.Er brüllte und riss an den Ketten. ,,Warum habe ich dich nicht beschützt!?" Der Collie ließ sich auf den kalten Boden fallen, seine Brust schmerzte und das Blut tropfte herab.,,Ich kann so nicht zu Xyon gehen, es ist eine Schande! Ich sollte elendig verrecken! Ich schaffe es nicht mal, ein Kind zu beschützen!"Der Verband löste sich und legte die Narbe frei, aus der das Blut quoll. Sesuke verzog das Gesicht. Er richtete den Oberkörper wieder auf, das Blut lief über den nackten Oberkörper und tränkte die zerfetzte Hose.Der Schmerz trübte den sonst so gefühlvollen Blick des Collies. ,,Mit diesem Versagen kann ich nicht leben, ich kann nicht zurückkehren."Er schluckte. ,,Mazaru, es tut mir leid, ich hatte dir versprochen, dir zu helfen." Er dachte an die emotionalen Momente mit dem Dingo, er hatte sich an ihn geschmiegt und ihn um Hilfe gebeten, doch Sesuke hatte versagt, er hatte Mazaru verloren.,,Ich bin so ein Idiot! Aber das hat Mazaru nicht verdient, er sollte ein gefühlvoller, glücklicher Junge sein und keine Killermaschine." |
You Can Do Anything I Put My Mind To by Toonces | _[Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Toonces) If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment!_ --- I see a lot of people in my profession, and often times it's the kind of deal where you just don't know what to think about people anymore. I mean, | [
"Chubby",
"Dalmatian",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Pseudo-Rape/NC",
"Public",
"Rimming",
"Rough",
"Skunk",
"Tie"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51524-you-can-do-anything-i-put-my-mind-to | \_[Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Toonces)
If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment!\_
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I see a lot of people in my profession, and often times it's the kind of deal where you just don't know what to think about people anymore. I mean, I work in a bar. A gay bar, actually, and when you work in a bar long enough you kind of gain an acuteness for picking out moods, and none of them ever really seem all that positive. The best you can do, really, is to discern in a guy's nervous expression that this is his first time here, and if he only comes this time or one more time, he'll probably have maximized his pleasure, gotten his thrills, and moved onto to something less potentially soul-crushing like running for political office. Because soul-crushing is all a place like this really is if you overstay your welcome. Really, why do you come here in the first place? Because you can't find what you're looking for, really. It seems more like coming here doesn't really even help you find it, just kind of reminds you that you don't have it.
Ok, sorry, I don't want to be melodramatic. Really. It is a fun job, and people do have fun. You serve drinks to cute guys and ugly guys, and you get the cute guys drunk and set them up with the ugly guys and you feel you've done your public service for the week. Then they give you money, and then maybe you let them get a peek at your ass while you reach for a high shelf or something and you find your tip grows just a little. That's something I do, I mean, you get bored. The science isn't real firm. It's not like I have a notepad anywhere to keep detailed figures, but I have a good sense and a good memory, so I test a few theories out over time. You stretch your arms and let your shirt lift above your tummy - tip goes up a little. You show one guy your ass your tip goes up a lot, he sees you doing it for all the other patrons and all their tips go down. I don't really need the money, and in a way the kind of unspecific knowledge I get from this study is well worth whatever I might lose. You have to have a kind of careless attitude toward whether you actually make money or not and just enjoy the job for what you can learn.
The uniforms aren't that bad either, I guess. I like to think I'm not that gay - it's a silly thing to pride yourself on, I know, but it's a small source of satisfaction that I don't freak out over new shoes or whatever. But the suits they have us wearing are just goddamned adorable. Assless chaps with a black string thong, a mesh shirt if you're feeling cold. And on top of all that they've got you wearing bow ties - cute, yeah, but I go for this black-on-white collar instead. Think it's just a little more classy. The place doesn't even try to hide what it is, and not only can I respect that, but there are a few co-workers I don't mind seeing in uniform every night.
I was going to say something about how you need to be smart to hold a job like this but I don't wanna go around all blowing myself. You don't really need to be cunning and charismatic to pour beers and mix drinks, but it's an advantage. There's a saying we have behind the bar about guys sitting and drinking - There's a reason these guys aren't on the dance floor. You don't pour successive shots for happy, satisfied people. Sometimes it's your job to make sure they leave the place at least feeling like somebody took interest in them, that they at least had a good conversation, that they'll remember something positive from the night.
I'm pretty easy to remember. No matter who else is in the club, I'm going to be the only Dalmatian in the room with mutli-colored spots, so... in one way, some people expect me to be the highlight of their night. It's a little condescending sometimes and you put up with some shit from a couple customers, but what am I going to do? Buy a shitload of white out? I'm not going to throw a pity party other than to complain that apparently something about spots like these means "Unavailable." I don't think they're unattractive, I just think people see them so much as a novelty people dismiss the fact that Hey, I got a dick too. Maybe I look more like someone who'd entertain at their nephew's birthday party than someone would could bend them over a couch.
But that's not that big of a matter. I'll take the occasional piece of ass like I'll take the occasional cigarette, but the sad fact is that working in a gay club all night more desensitizes you to sexuality than anything. Not that I can't still get my eye on someone and schmooze 'em up, hoping they'll take an extended smoke break with me, as each bartender gets 20 minutes a night to satisfy cravings. But that's not the standard, really. If anything, it's just to kind of revitalize your senses, shake off the dust that collects in your mind and remind yourself how a dirty, sweaty romp can still make you feel sexy and a little guilty afterwards. The only good sex is the sex that leaves you feeling a little guilty afterwards.
Ok, I'll admit it ahead of time then, that's what I'm doing tonight. I'm exercising a few of the more atrophied muscles, letting my body stretch out a little, and my victim is the poor little skunk there at the end of the bar, the one in the Kangol hat. He seems like a decent enough target. Cute, certainly, even if it's hidden behind a hell of a lot of rum at the moment, and a little pudgy, something I can hold onto but it's not like I can't lift him if I need to. I might need to. I'll actually probably need to.
I've known him a little bit longer than he's known me, and I think I've got him pretty well cased out. He's a smart guy, a little lost when it comes to love and sex, which is, of course, why he's here and not out on the dance floor... but I've always said it's the awkward that's endearing. I get him a drink and he stutters between saying "thank you" or "I appreciate it," like he can't decide which is more honest. I love that. Just an innocent, polite little guy stumbling around in a world not suited for him, I can't help but smile. And he can't seem to help but smile at me. Not quite the same way, I know, I know, but that's not a big deal for now.
See, he's been waiting for some white wolf to show up for about an hour now, and it's really just not going to happen. He's been in here on similar pretenses before, and it always ends up the same, to the point that I had to ask if maybe he was at the wrong bar. "No, they said the guy with the-" the self-consciousness in his voice rose "he said you'd be here and that's how I'd know. You do have the, uh-" he bit his lip and I saved him by finishing his sentence for him, then left him be. I didn't want to start a conversation with him. I didn't want him to get to know me too well. I was the landmark he used to establish dates with men who never showed up, and that was just a fine relationship for us to have for now. At least, that's how I intended it.
I gotta be honest, and don't think I'm an asshole. There weren't other guys. It's not difficult to make an account at a dating site, send a guy a few messages, and pull him in for a meeting. "Oh, I'm a white wolf, yeah I'd like that too, why I think you're perfectly charming, why don't we meet at that bar with the dog with the rainbow spots?" If I wanted him to come down, he came down. It was a mean trick, maybe, but I have to be honest in saying I was strangely smitten with the guy and it was the only way I knew I could do what's best for him. My attraction, as well as my conviction, only grew each time I tricked him down here. His earnestness just made him seem so honest, so... smart, in a way, if you take constant despair to be a mark of intelligence at least. I'm sorry if I can't really get it across, but I guess that just serves the point that I couldn't really pin down what I loved about him thus the beauty of my love, but... I kind of felt like he deserved something special. Nobody else would treat him well, his beauty was too subtle and refined for any of the guys you'd see out on the dance floor. His kindness too bare and unreserved not to be taken advantage of-- if I didn't first; At least I could be gentle with him. Ok, I know I'm just defending myself now for what I'm going to do later, but really, don't villainize me when you see. You didn't spend hours talking to him, you didn't get to see his private side bared in desperation only to see his public countenance erased of all of that. You might not understand what I'm going to do, but at least understand that I know I'm doing it for him. My rocks getting off is secondary.
He's got his face buried in his arms on the bar, and he's looking more than just a little woozy. I give him a tap and ask if he needs anything and he's just as politely dismissive as usual, spending of course more time apologizing and thanking than actually saying "no," but I make sure to keep his head up now. I've kept my distance before, kept him alone and simmering, letting his insecurities bubble up and mingle until I felt they were most ripe. That seems paradoxical, I know, but really you can't cleanse a wound without a little bit of pain. Remember that. It's going to be important.
And... and now a brown wolf has taken a seat next to him. Just perfect. Didn't expect this. I know this guy, too, he's a shark - no, he's not a shark, he's one of those little fish that swim next to sharks and peck the parasites off of them. He's lounged right up next to my adorable little skunk, all crass and... numb. The guy's numb. Probably only can feel with his dick, I bet. "Hey barkeep," he says, and I know he knows my name, "How about you get me and my new friend here a couple of shots?" Skunky just looks forward, as if he doesn't see the fellow, but I guess this can play to my advantage. The hopeful look on the skunk's face when he felt the touch on his shoulder was only as adorable as the shattered one immediately afterwards. Perhaps that strike of faint hope was the unintentional masterstroke of my art, but at the same rate I can't let this guy be schmoozing my skunk. He doesn't know what he's doing, he doesn't know how to handle him. He just wants to pull him home and have a throw. What does this wolf know about the skunk's feelings? Does he care half as much if I do about what he wants? No.
He's already whispering in my skunk's ear, without a reaction from him. Wolf might as well not be there. The asshole breaks from his seducing to demand drinks, again.
"How about instead," I tell him, "you go find another seat?" He looks at me like I care I just lost his tip. "In fact, get the fuck out of my bar altogether."
He refuses long enough to justify my calling Security, and I give him a wave as he's escorted out.
"That's not the wolf you were waiting for, was it?" I ask my skunk in the Kangol hat and glasses.
"No..." he replies sullenly, not noticing he never told me it was a wolf he was waiting for, at all.
"Ahhhh, that's quite alright," I assure him, and I reach for a special shot glass below the bar, as well as a regular one. "Anyone who gets stood up here gets a free shot, and gets a shot for the asshole who didn't show. What'll ya have?" A Jager, please, he appreciates it, thank you. I'll never get over that. I pour the first into the regular glass and the second into the trick, and into the first I drop a little something special. I don't think he notices at all when he tilts his head back and downs the first shot, then as he's still cringing sends the tricked second right onto the shirt he probably had dry cleaned just for this occasion. I think at first he's too drunk to even notice, and I actually wonder a little if I even needed that little something in the first shot, but I guess it's better safe than sorry and you can't undo things now. Would've been hot for him to fight back, but I don't think he or I are going to complain doing it this way.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm sooooooo sorry," I said, making myself seem a little more dramatic than I really intend to be. "Got it all over your new shirt too, let me just take those glasses from you and let's go to the bathroom to get you cleaned up!"
I don't know if I'm playing up my excitement a little too much but whatever, he's far too gone to critique my acting, so instead he just kinda latches onto me and follows me to the bathroom. I can tell with him on my shoulder that he's not smashed, he's not drunk, he's just downtrodden. Incredibly, incredibly dismayed, and I gotta admit I feel a small bit of pride. When you can work a guy so far down you mistake his mental state of defeat for a stupor, you've accomplished something. I'd expected him to take it badly, but I think I outdid myself. He apologizes and thanks and excuses himself the entire walk there, so goddamn cute, but I can hear in his voice that he's had it. He's had it and he's done. He wants to go home and he wants to crash into bed and he wants to jerk off to an underwear magazine, wake up, and try to set this whole thing up again with another one of my fake accounts. Remember what I said about not being able to heal a wound without a little stinging. You might think I'm an asshole if you forget.
The bathrooms here are nice; I think because management realizes people fuck in 'em. We've got rooms, we've got plenty of special rooms, we've even got more than a few dark corners, but gay guys and fucking bathrooms, I'll never know. Ok, I guess I just said something a little hypocritical, but I figured he'd be a little too expectant had I found a reason to lead him to one of the private rooms. I think I've got him so far off his guard now, though, he didn't even notice when I locked the bathroom door behind us. I do a quick double-check on the tip of my toes to make sure no one is in the stalls, then I'm back to fixing my Skunk.
"I'm so sorry," he slurs a little, "I don't mean to be a nuisance, I must have thrown it back a little too hard, just..." he sighs, looking down, collapsing against a wall, "just been a bad night. I'm sure you've seen more than a few of them yourself."
"Personally?" I ask.
"No! No! I didn't mean to- I meant- you see guys at the bar like me-" he says with hyphens in his voice. He wouldn't be incorrect either way he meant it, really. He's a little sluggish already, but not so much that I think he'll attribute it to the Jager he actually managed to get in his mouth.
"No harm done," I say walking towards him, actually wiggling my fingers now in anticipation. I just know he's going to love this. I just know it. You can say whatever you want about me, I know you will, and I know he'll do his fair share of complaining in the moment, too. Just don't forget that, to put it in blunt terms, I know what the fuck I'm doing. I think I do. "Now let's get that wet shirt off of you." I feel this sudden pang in my sides like I really am just going to clean his shirt, but that doesn't last, just kinda sits low enough under my skin not to stop my arms from moving. I never once got nervous setting up these dominoes, but now that I've got my finger on the last one...
I shake it out of my mind, and I start running some water over his shirt, earnestly trying to clean the mess. "Take a seat," I tell him, "you look like you need one, and the floor's not dirty." He slumps against the wall and thanks me for the offer, excusing his dreariness, I must have let that hit a little harder than I thought, he said.
"You know I see you in here often," I say, trying to make conversation - I'm either waiting for the drug to kick in or steeling my nerves, I couldn't tell you which. "Never do leave with anybody. Whatcha looking for?" I already knew what he was looking for, incidentally. He was waiting to be carried off, if you know what I mean.
"Oh, just looking to meet some guys, have some drinks," he lies as he slurs a little.
"Is that all you're looking for?" I ask, trying to hint that I already know. He looks at the floor with a guilty expression. The pregnant pause would have answered everything I wanted to know, if I didn't already have all the information.
"Y-... I-... Could you keep a secret? People confide things in you, right?" Ah, fucking adorable.
"Hey, it's in the job description."
"I-... I wanted- you sure you can keep a secret?"
I giggle to myself and put his shirt in the sink to soak, turning the water off and stepping in front of him. His eyes stop at my thong on the way up, he can't deny it even if he wants to.
"Feeling guilty? You haven't even done it yet." I sense that he's staring at my spots. It happens every goddamn time. Every goddamn time I think someone's staring at my spots. It stings a little.
"I don't feel... guilty," he says, like he's italicizing the word. Not the best sign, but I'm not heading back now. Deep breath.
"Well, how about rather than tell me, you just suck my dick?"
I could punch myself for delivering a line right out of the worst pornos I've ever seen, but it gets his attention well enough. He's looking up at me with this expression of abject wonderment, a way that almost makes me think that flash of his expression was one of understanding, like in that one moment he figured out and understood what I'd done all along. But it's just his state. If his face shows anything, it's guilt. I take his hat off and turn it backwards, letting my fingers stay behind his ears and scritch, giving him that little oasis of comfort I know he's going to need.
His lip quivered. "I can't... I won't let you..." his lines are even more stilted than mine, having a tenor beneath them, him not sure how to act with the understudy. If he figures me an understudy, I can't really tell if he knows what's going on or not, but I'd like to think he's got it all worked out except for the final bit, the last blank square that only throws all the other assumptions into doubt. Even if he think he knows everything else, it's the last shred of ignorance that's going to make it all real, the ignorance you can't structure or fake. It's the ignorance that actually makes him struggle when I bury his face in my thin thong, telling him to pull it off with his teeth. It's the last unknown that makes him hesitate with true trepidation, staring up into my eyes trying to find a connection I try my best to deny, before dutifully turning back down, taking the thong on his teeth, and pulling it down with slow, sluggish movements. Quite simply, it's the kind of doubt you can't accomplishing by just pretending you didn't beg this guy to fuck you, that it's really against your will.
Maybe I should feel guilty for the fact that any guilt I had felt is gone. 'I can't, I won't let you,' how convincing is that? It's a good thing I'm not that white wolf he thought I was, I'd be here thinking he was ruining my time cause the poor guy couldn't portray a victim. He's too adorable. He's too adorable not to just naturally be a victim. Maybe that's where it all came from in the first place, his desire to have a white wolf control him. Real dommy species, think they're all special... then again I did create him, more or less, so what does that say about me?
Forgive me, here I am ignoring the tongue on my sheath just to chase thoughts down slim corridors. He's relented just as quickly as I knew he would, a lot quicker than he said he would. He's giving me long licks with the tip of his tongue, like he's taste-testing me. Not a surprise. A polka-dotted dalmatian isn't what he ordered. I tell him to pay a little attention to the balls and he obeys, balancing them on his nose and huffing my scent before taking them gently in his muzzle. I gotta say, I'm loving this. I'm fighting back every urge to simply moan and murr, but I gotta keep this persona up. He burrows into my sheath and keeps his tongue there till my dick, long and thick and slick and tapered nicely to its tip, shoves it out. I give him more unnecessary orders, telling him to suck the tip as if he wouldn't of his volition.
He's going at it with the sort of sluggish mindlessness that shouldn't be near as hot as it is. He's singularly focused, I can tell, he's got a cock in front of his nose and everything more than a foot outside of it just doesn't enter his consciousness. I keep him calm, keep him easy, scritching his ears with tenderness as I bark orders at him. Oh, "deeper you slut," and a little "tongue the balls while you're down there Skunky." Just what I think he wants. His glasses are a little skewed so I fix 'em, put his hat on tight, smooth out the hair on his forehead... fanning the magazines on the coffee table, you now? I want him to feel safe. I just try to keep my paws on him to keep him comfortable. If I pull my hands away, he begins to whine, shake a little, like he's not sure he knows what's going on, but put them back and he's back at his duty. His hands are behind his back, by the way. I didn't put them there. They're just behind his back, is all.
Not a white wolf, but it seems he's getting all of his fantasy that he wanted. He won't look me in the eyes. That's how I know I've done this right. He's lavishing in my short, soft fur, rubbing his face in it when he deepthroats me, but he won't look up at me. I think... I think he knows what's going on. But the worst thing he could do is ask. Just keep his mouth shut and he can go as long as he wants, thinking he was taken advantage of in a way he's never thought was possible. It's a good thing he met a guy like me.
I should rough him up a little. I grab him just only as firmly as I need to bury my cock in his gullet, all the way up to where my knot's already forming. He wraps his lips around it, nourishes it, letting it swell in his muzzle whenever I'm not humping his face. "You've got no other choice," I say to him through some sense of obligation. He nods and accepts this with no issue in his beleaguered, susceptible state. As I pull out I take his muzzle in my paw and force him to look at me. "How's my dick taste?" I ask. He simply looks up at me, like talking would interrupt the movie he was watching. He's completely lost in the moment. You could mistake his complete immersion with a sense of distance, of being apart from it all... or maybe that's the mistake I could make. But at any rate, he needs a little shake and a firmer question for me to get a "Great, sir," out of him.
My knot's just about as full as it can usually get - though there are times, let me tell you - and I figure now's about as good a time to let him feel like things aren't quite as fun as he thinks. I shove my knot in his muzzle until I can feel him gagging on it, hold it there until I feel him grab my thigh and try to push himself away, and only a few seconds more until I finally let him have a breath. Ah, the beauty of a plan that works perfectly. He looks up at me with a new face, his eyebrows deeply arched, his mouth agape, his eyes full of worry. I simply shove his head down and give him another good choking. He beats on my thighs now, then grips them tight and simply holds on until I let off, and he falls gasping on all fours to the tile floor.
I have a brief moment of doubt - there have been things I've gotten myself into before and wanted immediately removed from, and seeing the poor guy coughing on the floor, I can't not wonder. He asked for this. Fuck it, he begged for it. He went through at least four guys until he finally got it. Yet I guess anytime you see a guy rolling around on a bathroom floor you have to wonder if he's having a good time. I straddle him and turn him over onto his back, holding his arms down while I sit on his soft stomach. His hat's fallen off, his glasses are so adorably askew. I'm surveying him. I'm studying him. And I think, the way his look softens, he knows that's what I'm doing. We share a silent moment, no talking, no coughing, no rustling. I stare into him with the severity of a bond warden. I'm waiting for him to say "I'm done," I'm waiting for him to choke back a tear and say "Can we stop now?" It doesn't come. His lip trembles a little, he sniffles his nose, but he says nothing. I pull his pants off with gruff, rude movements.
He doesn't fight, and the bulge in his underwear should be a decent indicator why. And I had my doubts. He's probably harder than I am, got a knot of his own that's thick as a fist. I'm almost tempted to give it a lick, but I don't think that's really what he's expecting from me. Instead, I turn around and allow myself a few more moments to stare in appreciation as I force him to rim me. "Taste that ass," I say to him, and he certainly does as he buries his tongue a little deeper with each order, but really my mind's not in it. I'm enjoying his body, soft like it's his goal to be inoffensive as possible. It's a kind of soft, chubby body that makes everybody happy. The kind of body that, looking at it, you can almost forget there's a tongue in your ass. I press back against him and feel his tongue deep inside, then sit back up and pull him with me, standing him up on weary legs, then tossing him over the counter, next to the sink, where he can see himself in the mirror.
For a moment I'm lost in his bushy tail, so wide and plush and fluffy and all these other words I'd feel just a little bit fuzzy using. I let it shroud me for a moment, rubbing my nose in it, nibbling at it, almost forgetting for a moment that I'm supposed to be holding him down by the neck or something, not snuggling his tail, but hey I get distracted by things I enjoy. I even murr a little and I worry he heard me, which could shatter the whole thing for him, but fuck, I think he's probably got bigger things on his mind right now than listening to me murr as I snuggle up in his tail. I'll just play it off with a firm bite like that's what I wanted to do all along.
I settle between his cheeks and dig my nose in, huffing that heady aroma, indulging a little more than I've indulged yet so far. It's strange to think that this has been almost like work for me. It was tough as hell setting it all up, tough as hell pulling it off... it's almost like it's taken me this long to realize I've got an ass in my face and Goddamn-- I love it when there's an ass in my face. I bury my tongue with the kind of forecefulness I think he expects from me, not pretending like I'm doing anything sensual, not pretending like I'm gonna give his ass tender lovings, no, from the first start I'm being about as rough as I can be with my tongue. Not exactly a muscle built for being forceful but hey I try my best. I wriggle it in, curl it, open my mouth wide to bury it as deep as a thick tongue can go. His tail brushes against my forehead so I grab it at the base and lift it up, anything for that extra little fraction of an inch wide I can spread him, get in deeper, taste his hole... Oh God, he's got such a nice ass too, I'm practically muzzling him between those two generous cheeks, nosing him as I sink my tongue and curl it, searching for spots that make him tighten around me, and goddamn I've got my paws on his hips pulling him closer like I'm gonna sink all my cold nose in there. Suddenly I feel my heart beating fast and my eyes are closed and my ears are laid back and my toes are curling and my hands are holding tight onto him and my head feels light and...
... He's moaning. Loudly. There's a knock on the door. They must hear. Then I realize I'm moaning just as loud. I compose myself. I got lost, ok, I can admit it. I was a little overwhelmed.
"Bathroom's closed!" I yell. Don't even want to give a real excuse. I'm still catching my breath, in fact, and sucking at my own tongue. It's sore. Ha, my tongue is actually sore. I stand up now and as the room returns around me I see him still panting, still looking at himself in the mirror with a critical eye, maybe wondering how he ever got here. Every little expression on his face is just the most adorable thing. His many moods just tug at my heart strings. Self-doubt, self-criticism, self-pity, self-derision... all of them just put the most ironically irresistible look on his face. And now I figure I'll make it strain, too. I lean over him, look at him in the mirror while I whisper in his ear, the tip of my dick already against his hole.
I always think there's just something a little naturally degrading about being fucked by a guy with rainbow spots. Maybe that's what throws people off. Maybe that's why no one ever wants to bend over for me. Maybe that's the root of all the frustrations I get from those spots. But if it's humiliating to be fucked by such a colorful guy, I'll use that my advantage tonight.
"It's gonna be a hell of a time for you," I say, and sink my rod with a curt thrust, a long and forceful push all the way down to the knot. He wails. He wails in the most unrestrained, pathetic voice, expressing all of his dread in those notes, and to me it sounds less like an expression of all those negative feelings, and... the point of it all, really... it's a catharsis. You can't cleanse a wound without a little stinging, and oh man does he sting like hell. He drains himself of all his woe, all his sorrow, every bad thought about himself he's ever had, and lets it go. I pound them out of him, thrusting with heavy aggressive thrusts as he cries on his troubles, interspersed now with panting and moans as the clog of his mind dissolves and lets the good times flow more freely. Each painful thrust, every sharp sting from a spreading asshole brings another distraught, beleaguered exaltation. It's music, really, and I've never felt more vindicated in my life. Perfect. Goddamn I'm good. I knew it all along, too. While he has his catharsis, I'm having my own good time, stretching his hole around my thick cock, my thrusts hindered only by my knot that doesn't quite yet dare to force itself in.
He watches himself in the mirror, and I watch him too, and he smiles. For one shining moment his whole body seems to vibrate, his back arches, his ears perk up and his mouth opens into a wide grin. He's loving it. He's letting out this low "ohhhhhhhhh" like this isn't anything more than getting a foot rub. I give him a particularly harsh thrust, press my knot against him to spread his hole without letting it close around my bulb, and he's back to playing his submissive self, seeming now more than ever to be playing a role.
"Hope your ass can stretch cause I'm not holding back this knot," I tell him through the mirror. He whines.
"No... I can't..." he says. He seems sincere, actually. Almost like he's breaking face, pulling out a safe word we never agreed upon. "I don't think..."
"You can take it," I reassure him. I lift his tail at the base to watch as I hump, my knot the only think keeping us at all apart. "You can do anything I put my mind to." He looks unconvinced.
"Spread your cheeks," I ask him. Doesn't look like I've persuaded him yet, he acts almost like he didn't hear me, moaning and grunting as I pound his ass. "I said spread your cheeks so I can bury this!" He wails again, just like the first time, a new look of concern on his face. He keeps his paws on the counter, curled into tight fists.
"You can cum in me, I don't care, I'll even stay here and let you use me again if that's what it's about, but I can't take that knot, I just-"
"It's not about anything but splitting open your ass and burying my knot, now spread your fucking cheeks so I can do it already!"
His hands almost immediately turn back and grab his cheeks, spreading them wide for me. Already it feels like I can tear that hole open, and I try, a quick and forceful thrust that fails immediately with a sharp cry from my skunk. Maybe he's playing it up, but he wouldn't be the first guy I met not used to taking a knot. There's a sincerity in the urgency of his yelps that makes me think he can't be faking.
"I can't do it," he says, "You can do anything else to me, I'm all yours, I just can't take it, it's too much." I can tell with his sudden energy to protest that what little of the drug I gave him is wearing off. Good. He'll remember this part for certain.
"Listen," I tell him bluntly, "you can take this knot if you just keep your cheeks spread and bite your lip for three seconds, that's how this has gotta end and I think we both realize that. Neither of us is leaving until you're stuck on me!"
I try slower this time, unfortunately for the poor skunk. I lift his tail and watch as I slowly pry him open to the sound of throaty cries and grunts, pushing with my hips and seeing the hole open wide at the force, and finally, close around it as the skunk gasps in surprise, his eyes and mouth opening in surprise, then deep breathing as he realizes just what he's done. Almost lost in the moment, my body begins to spasm, my dick tenses inside him, and my cock unloads, filling him to the brim with thick cum. "I'm cumming," I say rather inelegantly, "Fuck yeah doesn't it feel good to get knotted and filled to the brim with cum?"
He nods, still panting. I'm panting a little too, less heavily, not with the same sense of relief or surprise, but my pleasure is still obvious. It feels good to cum deep in someone's ass, from my perspective, too. Job well done, I say so myself. Not bad for my smoke break, even if I extended it a little. Manager won't mind, I'm the best bartender he's got.
I wrap my paw under him and he gasps like he's almost surprised he gets to cum, too. "You've been a great little Skunky for me to get my rocks off to," I tell him, "You've earned a little for yourself." I paw him, a warm sensation like a glow around me lifting me up and making me feel like I'm just floating. Damn this was a good time. He's moaning, still. He moans a lot, and hell I'm letting out a few of my own little surprised moans here and there. I love having a dick in my paw, after all. I prod him with my cock, what little movement I have, pressing against his ass like humping as I pump at his dick. His moans build, his eyes shut tight, his ass clenches around my knot, and he shoots powerful squirts all over my paw. I shakes every drop from his dick, which empties like a silo in huge gushes into my palm, and bringing my dirty paw to his muzzle he cleans it for me.
We've got time to kill. As my knot slims down, I whisper in his ears such wonderful things, and finally, the most important thing. A little bit of a monologue I've been writing loosely in my head for the past few days, the words dropped in his ear:
"I'm sure you're a little confused right now. That's fine. That's good, in fact. I'm not going to explain everything, the doubt is pretty much the entire point, after all. But I'll let you be certain of a few things. For one, you're just the most adorable guy I've ever met, and your personality, your expression, everything about you just mesmerizes me. You've got an appeal beyond being ripe for fucking, even if that's all we've gotten to so far tonight. You can also be sure that if you clean yourself up, and go to my apartment above the bar - the key's under the mat - I'll make you feel this all over again, just the way you know you want it, just the way you and I both know you deserve. As far as I'm concerned, you're my skunk. My little project, my little success. I bet you feel a little guilty, a little bad. I do, too. But the best sex always makes you feel a little guilty afterwards."
I pull out, maybe a little early but it wouldn't be the roughest thing he felt all night. I clean up and leave the rag for him. He's laid still on the counter the entire time I've been washing up and puttting my clothes back on.
I leave the bathroom. A line of guys has formed but I tell them the toilets were out of order, and if they need to they could pop into the bar next door, we'll let them back in, no worries. I lock the door behind me and flip the out of order sign. He can get out when he feels he's ready to.
Not long later I see him. He leaves the bathroom slowly, looks left and right, then at the bar for me. He smiles with his face to the ground. It's almost like he was trying to hide the grin, but can't. He opens the door to the bar and turns up the steps to my apartment. I'll be off work in about an hour. Just enough time for him to be ready again. |
Looking To The Stars: Episode 05 (Mario & Luigi) by Thrillseeker | #6 of Looking To The Stars (Archive) - \* \* = Action and/or stage direction { } = Tone of voice [] = Sound effects - - = Time Lapse ( ) = My and the character's thoughts All three: Alec, Taiga, and Kira doing/saying/thinking something in unison So... anyway... Lights, Camera, Crazy Town! | [
"Comedy",
"Dragon",
"Fanfiction",
"Human",
"Humor",
"Lioness",
"Mario Bros",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463979-looking-to-the-stars-episode-05-mario-luigi | \* \* = Action and/or stage direction
{ } = Tone of voice
[] = Sound effects
* - = Time Lapse
( ) = My and the character's thoughts
All three: Alec, Taiga, and Kira doing/saying/thinking something in unison
So... anyway... Lights, Camera, Crazy Town!
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\*Alec lets out a murr as he feels Taiga's gentle paw rest against his cheek, Alec's own paw against Taiga's chest\*
Taiga: \*looks into Alec's eyes\* A... Are you sure about this?
Alec: I... I don't know. \*breathes a little harder and closes his eyes halfway\* This... I didn't think I would... I mean... with you... I....
Taiga: \*places a claw lightly onto Alec's lips\* Hush... I know what you're trying to say.
Alec: \*grips at the blankets under him, breathing a little harder\* I... I want to... be with you.
Taiga: \*leans forward a little, closer to kissing Alec\* I want you too. I'm tired of them holding us back.
Alec: Oh Taiga, I've wanted this f-for so long.
Taiga: So long? Like... how long?
Alec: Ever s-since I saw you... when I f-first came to this p-place.... I wanted you... and only you....
Taiga: Well after a-all this time, you'll finally get your wish. \*places his claws lightly onto Alec's left thigh\*
Alec: We're finally t-together. I'm... k-kinda nervous.
Taiga: Why would that be?
Alec: B-Because.... \*blushes brightly and lowers his gaze from Taiga's\*
Taiga: \*smiles and places a claw gently under Alec's chin, lifting up his head and returning their view\* Please... tell me Alec. Tell me. I won't laugh at you.
Alec: I'm... I've never done this... \*blushes more\* I've... this... this will be... my... my first time... ever.
Taiga: \*smiles and licks at Alec's lips\* This will be my first time as well. But I promise... this first time... will be your best time.
Alec: .... Heh... Hah... \*bursts out laughing\*
Me: GAAAAAHHHH!! Cut! Cut! Cut!
\*studio bell rings\*
Me: \*jumps out of director's seat\* What the hell Alec?! What is so damn funny?!
Alec: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! \*grips his stomach and keeps on laughing\* It's that line! It's too damn funny!
Me: You mean because Taiga is a total whore.
Taiga: Hey! I'm not a whore! Kira is!
Me: True, but she isn't here right now so now the jokes aim at you.
Taiga: What about Alec!?
Me: Only when you're gone.
Taiga: \*growls\*
Me: Look, we have an interview at five, so let's hurry this up.
Taiga: Whatever...
Alec: \*giggles to himself\* Okay. Okay. \*slowly lets out a calm breath\* I'm okay. I'm okay.
Me: Okay. Take four! Lights! Camera! Action!
Taiga: \*looks at Alec\* Please... tell me Alec. Tell me.
Alec: I'm... I've never done this... And... I... heh... Hahahaha!
Me: CUT! Damn it all to hell Alec! \*throws the script into the air and jumps out of my seat\* Screw this! Take 5 everyone! \*rubs my temples\*
Taiga: We should just... do the interview right?
Me: \*pulls out a pocket watch\* Might as well before Mr. Laugh Out Loud over there gives me a migraine. \*presses the button\*
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\-12 hours later-
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Alec: \*yawns\* This is Alec.
Taiga: This is Taiga.
Kira: And this is Kira.
Alec: And this is Looking To The Stars... on a more... calmer note. And by that I mean we have installed a new idiotic program from Windows 90X.
Me: Wait... we did what now?
Alec: I never told you?
Me: You idiot, why 90X?
Alec: We're on a budget.
Me: Screw the budget! I need ratings!
Alec: .... Little Kuriboh dude? Are you serious?
Me: Hey! Don't blame me if his work is better than mine!
\_ Awkward silence.\_
Me: ... Wait....
Alec: Anyway, we will be interviewing The Plumber Brothers known as Mario Mario and Luigi Mario.
Taiga: Woah! Woah! Woah! Th... their last names... are Mario? Seriously?
Alec: Well they are brothers. J... Just talk to Nintendo about that. Not me.
Me: And seriously... them both? I may need ratings but I'm not suicidal.
Alec: This is the only way we can pay off those debts of yours.
Me: Huh? You mean the ones with Dis--?
Alec: \*tackles Me\* Don't say that name! It's taboo!
Me: \*growls and throws Alec off\* Fine you fuzz ball! Sheesh!
Kira: Anyway... here comes Mario and Luigi! \*presses a button on a remote\*
\*A giant portal suddenly appears over the red couch as a huge bed falls out of the gateway along with Bowser and Peach right on top of it\*
All three: .............
Peach & Bowser: .............
Alec: .... Hey Kira, looks like you have competition.
Kira: What!?
Taiga: So that explains where those Koopalings came from. Bowser Jr. too.
Peach: The heck... Taiga?!
Bowser: You know this dragon!?
Peach: Uh....
Everyone: \*glares at Taiga\*
Taiga: .... What? I get around. Sheesh.
Alec: Um... right. \*snatches the remote from Kira\* Let's try this again. \*presses the button\*
\*Another portal opens up on the other side of the studio and Mario and Luigi are dropped onto the floor\*
Mario: Mama Mia! What-a just happened here-a!?
Alec: Oh cut the shtick already!
Both: \*stands up and dusts themselves off while looking around the room\*
Taiga: Welcome, the both of you, to Looking To The Stars!
Mario: \*looks over to the side\* .... PEACH?!
Peach: \*looks at Bowser (who is under her) then back at Mario\* Erm... I can explain.
Bowser: {sarcastically} Nah. I can explain. Simply put, thank you kindly Mario, cause your Princess was in MY castle having a grand old time!
Mario: \*glares\* You son of a bitch!
Bowser: What?! She was getting old of you going through ten thousand castles just to find the one that can be seen from f-ing space! Get a clue!
Alec: \*Face paw\* Why me....
Luigi: \*looks up\* Kira!?
Kira: ... Crap...!
Alec: \*death-glares Kira\*
Kira: \*chuckles nervously\* Heheh... eh....
Taiga: Oh come on! That's Luigi for f-ing sake! Have you no shame?!
Luigi: Uh... I'm right here.
Kira: I couldn't help it okay! I was bored beyond belief and it was during the summertime. That's mating season for lions!
Alec: Oh yeah. But Luigi!? Why not Mario!? Why not Bowser!? Honestly, I would have even picked King Wart from Super Mario 2!
Everyone: WWWOOOOOOOOOOAAHHH!
Luigi: Wow....
Kira: Are you serious?
Alec: Heck no, I'm just saying.
Taiga: Uh... right... anyway... just... wow.
Alec: Look! Let's just get this over with okay?! \*grumbles\* So then... \*looks at some papers\* Let's start with Mario.
Luigi: Hey! Why is it always Mario!? Why is he always first!? He isn't God you know! He shouldn't be first like every single time! I should be first for once! I may be the brother but I'm still just as important as him! I can do everything that he can and even better cause I can actually float like Yoshi does in Super Smash Brothers Brawl! And I have some games of my own too! Two of them! I deserve to go first! I should--
Alec: You should shut the hell up you useless green standby of a shadow!
Luigi: .... \*sniffle\*
Alec: So then... Mario, how does it feel to be as famous as Sonic?
Mario: What?! Are you kidding me?! I'm ten years older than Sonic and gets way more ladies than him!
Alec: Like who?
Mario: Peach, Daisy, Pauline, Rosalina, erm... uh... umm... Tiff... any?
Alec: Who's Tiffany?
Mario: Well how many girls are in the Sonic series then? Huh?
Alec: \*looks over at Taiga\*
Taiga: .... \*looks at Alec\* Huh? Oh! \*clears his throat\* Well there's Sally Acorn, Rouge the Bat, Amy Rose, and Cream the Rabbit. \*murrs happily\* Also, there's Blaze the Cat, Wave the Swallow, Bunnie Rabbot, Maria the Wolf, and Fiona Fox, Shahra the Ring Genie, Merna the Hedgehog, Sonia the Hedgehog, Vanilla the Rabbit, and oh gawd there's even--
Kira: Taiga... you're... erm...you're starting to tent.
Taiga: Huh? W-What?
Kira: \*points under the table\*
Taiga: ...Ohh.... Excuse me. \*gets up and runs off-stage\*
Alec: He forgot Cosmo the Seedrian and Tikal the Echidna. And a few others too. But either way, Sonic has WAY more ladies than you.
Mario: None of them are human! I meant HUMAN girls! Name ONE human girl in the Sonic series!
Alec: Maria Robotnik, Princess Elise III, Helen from Sonic X, Princess Sara Freedom... May I go on?
Mario: ....
Alec: That's what I thought. Moving on!
Taiga: \*runs back on-stage\* Sorry for the wait. ^^"
Kira: \*whispers to Alec\* What are we going to do? We were going to interview Mario and Luigi, but what about Peach and Bowser?
Alec: \*Starts thinking\*
Kira: Well...?
Alec: \*looks at Bowser\* Hey Koopa, ever wanted to get with a lioness?
Kira: What?!
Taiga: Hey wait a minute!
Alec: \*looks at Taiga\* Don't you want to get with Peach one last time for the memories?
All four of them: .........
\*all four of them quickly walk off-stage\*
Alec: .... \*sighs\* Furries.
Mario: Does that happen a lot?
Alec: Only on Saturdays. Anyway, let's get this over with. So Mario, tell me when you got started.
Mario: Well I guess it all started back when--
Luigi: Hold on. I still say that I should get the next question. I am not just a damn standby. I'm not a stunt double. I am an actual Mario bother! Otherwise, I wouldn't still be here. So I still say that--
Alec & Mario: Shut up!
Luigi: Make me!
Alec: \*smirks wide\*
Luigi: .... I'll be good now.
Alec: Good boy. Now then Mario, what were you saying?
Mario: Well, as you should know, my original name was "Mr. Video", and I was to be used in all kinds of video games that Miyamoto developed.
Alec: And it says that you used to also be known as "Jumpman" when you debuted in the arcade game *Donkey Kong*.
Mario: It was a VERY dull and uncreative day.
Alec: Welcome to Japan?
All: ... \*bursts out laughing\*
Alec: Okay, anyway, it says that you were a carpenter that mistreated an ape--
Mario: That is a lie!
Alec: .... And because of it, the ape, known as Donkey Kong, thus became your main enemy.
Mario: Another lie! He became my enemy because he stole Lady!
Alec: \*stands out of his seat and points at Mario with his other paw slammed on the table\* OBJECTION!!!
Mario: On what grounds!?
Alec: What evidence do you have that you aren't the one that abused and beaten DK!?
Mario: Simple! I was a carpenter back then! What would I need an ape for!?
Alec: You'd be surprised how useful a little ape is... with four hands and a tail!
Mario: Urk!
Alec: So admit it! You abused DK and turned him into the bad guy!
Luigi: \*suddenly runs between the middle of them while wearing a green attorney suit instead of his normal clothing\* HOLD IT!!!
Alec: Wait what?
Luigi: My brother would never abuse DK!
Alec: And what evidence do you have on such a thing!?
Taiga: Hold on! \*runs into the room while wearing the clothes of a judge and holding a gavel\* Okay! The judge is here! \*stands behind a counter\* You may continue with your claim!
Alec: Wait... what?!
Luigi: \*places a briefcase on the table in front of them\* If you recall the case OF Mario's rocketing career, there was a meeting that day to go through some interesting details. The meeting being on--
Alec: OBJECTION!!! That meeting has no connection to the case whatsoever, you are merely talking about how his career took forth!
Luigi: I will prove to you and everyone here, if you let me finish, that Mario is innocent of violence and abuse against DK and that DK is the bad guy in this!
Alec: Everyone...? Anyway, Your Honor, I object to this! He's claiming that he hasn't hit DK at all!
Taiga: \*rubs his chin lightly and thinks\* Hmm... objection denied. Let the defendant speak.
Alec: Say what?!
Luigi: Thank you, Your Honor.
Alec: \*looks to the side and notices the large crowd of people watching intensely\* Wait a minute... when did this happen?
Luigi: \*opens his briefcase and pulls out some papers as he shuffles them\* Now like I was saying, the meeting, being on 1981, was about the making of the first game. It would be based off a comic strip from the popular 1930's character, Popeye. However, it didn't come to be. So Nintendo quickly decided that it would be best to take up the opportunity to create new characters that could then be marketed and used in later games. It would be settled that Mario, who was originally known as Jumpman, would be Popeye, DK would be Bluto, and Lady, who was later known as Pauline, would become Olive Oyl.
Alec: But you forgot one little thing.
Luigi: G-Gaah!?
Random audience of people: \*gasps and starts talking amongst each other\*
Taiga: \*bangs gravel on the desk\* Order! Order in the court!
Alec: They made Bluto become the ape, yes! But Mario's and your creator, Shigeru Miyamoto, said something that proves one of my claims! If I remember correctly, he said, "Nothing that would be too evil or repulsive"!
Luigi: That doesn't prove anything!
Alec: There was more to it than that! It was also put in his interview that Bluto would become an ape, AND the PET of the main character! Am I wrong!?
Audience: \*gasps\*
Luigi: O-Objection! This was not put in the interview!
Alec: Oh I might add that it was.
Luigi: Well don't forget this! The idea was considered a love triangle. So where does the abuse fit in!?
Alec: EEK! Uh... (D-Damn it. Where DOES abuse fit in that?)
Kira: \*is standing besides Alec\* Don't forget Al!
Alec: Hey! When did you get here!?
Kira: There's still one good piece of evidence IN that love triangle.
Alec: Huh? Really?
Kira: Think outside the box and use what Luigi is saying against him.
Alec: \*nods\* I'll try.
Taiga: \*bangs gravel on desk\* Order! Order please! Okay Alec, please finish your accusation of said defendant. How does this love triangle prove that Mario was the one that abused DK?
Alec: Heh heh heh\~
Luigi: \*gulps\* W-W-What's so funny?
Alec: The idea isn't how, but why and when. Like for instance, why would an ape fall in love for a human?
Luigi: Remember King Kong?
Alec: I mean besides that jackass.
Taiga: Get to the point.
Alec: \*rubs the back of his neck\* Heh... sorry Your Honor. Anyway, the idea is he didn't at first. \*slams his paws onto the desk\* It was out of revenge! The idea was that DK would get revenge on Mario by stealing his girlfriend! Thus, the plot for Donkey Kong was inspired! It became a love triangle AFTER he realized how much he liked Pauline!
Luigi: OBJECTION!!! I object to these horrid lies!
Taiga: Overruled!
Alec: You just can't accept what's in front of you! And to add, why would an ape even BOTHER falling in love with a human!?
Luigi: OBJECTION!!! There have been many times when random wild animals come into contact with humans!
Alec: Yes. That is true. But never fell in love with them. And also, this happened in the middle of a CITY! That ape would have gotten chased away the second it reached the borderline! Let alone the middle of the city with how big he is!
Luigi: G-Gaah!
Taiga: Wait, so that means...?
Alec: That's right! He needed a way inside without striking attention! In order words, he needed an owner! And he HAD an owner, Mario Mario!
Audience: \*mumbles to each other loudly\*
Taiga: \*bangs the gravel onto the desk\* Order! I need order!
Luigi: HOLD IT!!! That doesn't prove at all if it was Mario!
Taiga: That is true. This doesn't prove that Mario is the owner of DK.
Alec: No. \*holds up a piece of paper\* But this does! Its papers proving to the court that he is, in fact, the owner! He bought DK from the black market!
Luigi: Wait, say wha!?
Alec: So not only is his name here, but so are his fingerprints! \*looks at Mario\* Nice screw-up with not wearing gloves.
Mario: Grrrr!
Luigi: Well, what about abusing DK?! Yes, Donkey Kong did escape and did kidnap Mario's girlfriend, Lady! But that doesn't prove at all about the abuse!? Why would Mario need a reason TO abuse DK!
Alec: A-Ack! A r-r-reason!?
Luigi: And you don't have one!
Alec: There has to be a reason! After all, it's not just Donkey Kong! It's Yoshi and Bowser as well!
Luigi: OBJECTION!!! Your Honor, now he is just spitting wild claims! Now he's bringing other characters into this! Bowser wasn't brought into the series until 1985 and Yoshi didn't make an appearance either until 1990!
Taiga: That is true. Okay Alec, what do you say to this?
Alec: \*growls sharply\* (I have to think of something. I have to prove him guilty.)
Luigi: \*smiles\* (It looks like the Defense has won. Now I have to up and end this and everyone will see just how amazing and important I am to the Mario series. Heck, I'll even surpass Sonic, Samus, and even Link.)
Kira: Come on Alec, you have to think of something. Out of everything he uses or things in his past, you have to think of something before the verdict is called! Hurry or Mario will get away scot-free!
Alec: (Darn it... he... he might not have a motive. I'm going to lose. Unless... wait a minute!)
Taiga: Well then, if the prosecutor as nothing to say, then I declare the defendant--
Alec: OBJECTION!!! I have the answer!
Taiga and Luigi: R-R-Really?!
Alec: It's been right in front of us the entire time!
Kira: I knew you could do it, Alec! Go ahead and let them have it!
Luigi: No! Judge, do something!
Taiga: \*shakes his head\* Objection Sustained. Alec, please continue.
Alec: \*thumbs up to Kira\* Alright.... \*looks over at the Mario Bros. and slams his paws down onto the table\* I'm willing to settle a deal. If I can say as to why Mario wanted or needed to mistreat and hit Yoshi and DK, then you must give in. Understand?
Mario: We would never--
Luigi: Deal!
Mario: W-What?!
Luigi: Trust me brother, there's no way at this point that he can do anything to us.
Alec: \*smirks\* During all those times, Mario was high.
Luigi: Gah!
Alec: It's bad enough that Mario eats mushrooms, but which kinds does he eat!?
Luigi: Uh... Uh... well....
Alec: With DK, young Donkey Kong was mistreated while he was a pet during Mario's career as a carpenter! With Yoshi, he hits Yoshi over the head while forcing him to eat enemies and different objects! But can you deny that at certain times in these events, he ate or was eating a mushroom!?
Luigi: Well... O-Objection?
Taiga: Denied.
Alec: So from this point of view, \*slams his paws onto the desk\* Mario didn't need a motive since he was Under The Influence!
Luigi: Under The Influence!?
Alec: That's right! Mario was doing drugs while abusing both DK and Yoshi!
Luigi: .... \*gulps\*
Alec: Well? Am I right?
Luigi: Uh... \*looks at Mario\*
Mario: \*looks back at Luigi\* Don't look at me like that! Do something! Anything! My career is on the line!
Luigi: W-Well what about Bowser!?
Alec: Yeah, Bowser doesn't even exist in this case. That was a complete mistake on my part.
Luigi: Prove it!
Alec: \*holds up a paper with Bowser's handwriting on it\* We forced him to cough up everything he knows, and then sign this contact saying he had nothing to do with this case.
Luigi: What?! When?!
Alec: He's right outside the building dude with Peach. Seriously.
Luigi: .... Dang it.
Taiga: Is there anything else the Defense would like to say to court?
Alec: \*eye twitches\* (I didn't realize this was a courtroom.)
Luigi: The Defense... the Defense... \*sighs\* The Defense rests.
Mario: Say what!?
Taiga: Well then, this court--
Alec: Not a court!
Taiga: \*growls\* This... television network studio....
Alec: Better.
Taiga: \*huffs\* Has found the defendant, Mr. Mario Mario, on the counts of drugs, animal abuse, and just plain existing altogether... GUILTY!!
Audience: \*cheers and throws confetti around in the room\*
Alec: (Now that I think about it, when were we allowed to have a live studio audience?)
Taiga: The court--
Alec: \*glares\*
Taiga: I mean, the studio network, herby condemns Mario to 30 years of jail time without parole and 10 years of Community Service with a fine of 2 million--
Alec: 4 million!
Taiga: FIVE million dollars. \*bangs gravel on the desk\* With that, the court is adjourned.
Mario: What do you mean no bail! I'm Mario you fucktard!
Taiga: And. And I'm the guy who couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't, and just don't plain give a shit.
Mario: \*whispers to Luigi\* No wonder that Total Drama Guy gets more fans than you. What's his name... Tyler?
Luigi: Who's Tyler?
Mario: Exactly!
Taiga: Can someone escort the defendant out of here?
Random police guy: \*grabs Mario and drags him off stage\*
Mario: I will get my revenge! Do you hear me, Alec! I will get my revenge! \*is dragged off-stage\*
Alec: .... Is he serious?
Kira: Do you care?
Alec: Not really.
Kira: Okay then, who wants ice cream!?
Everyone on-stage: I do! I do!
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Me: We... just ripped of... Phoenix Wright.... \*groans\*
Daichi: What's your problem?
Luna: Yeah, it shouldn't be that big of a problem. Consider it a fan-fiction like the rest of your pointless crap.
Me: \*rubs my temples\* Just... do the copyrights!
Luna: \*scoffs\* Right. \*picks up the clipboard\* Alec the wolf, Taiga the dragon, and Kira the lioness all belong to Thrillseeker who is also known as Kunai994.
Me: Mario, Luigi, Peach, Bowser, and the mentioned Donkey Kong and Yoshi are all owned and belongs to Shigeru Miyamoto, Nintendo®, and the Mario franchise.
Daichi: All of the jokes, gags, sick puns, and dumb ideas were all thought up right off the bat. If any of these look stolen, overused, negative to the company, or racist/sexist/etc in any way possible, it is completely by accident and thus should be reported to us so that it may be changed or deleted.
Us three: Hope you enjoyed the interview and I hope you will tune in again for another episode of... Looking To The Stars! |
the werehusky the final part by Luke_Sukronius | The werehusky remembers the night he lost his virginity to his father and became a werehusky legend has it if you have sex with anorther hybrid you become one.(conecting father son bonding story to this one lol).The husky enjoyed that night (his fathers name was luke).The werehusky goes throughout | [
"Blood",
"Explosion",
"M/M"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249121-the-werehusky-the-final-part | The werehusky remembers the night he lost his virginity to his father and became a werehusky legend has it if you have sex with anorther hybrid you become one.(conecting father son bonding story to this one lol).The husky enjoyed that night (his fathers name was luke).The werehusky goes throughout the school slaughtering everyone a gaintic blood shed he even got busy with his finalle vitcums a maryed cople a wolf and a rottwhiler both males.When he got all cleaned up and changed back got anorther change of clothes on form his backpack he puts on his backpack exits the school runs back to his house pulls out a button sitting on the couch and pushes the button on the tv the news reporter says in new tonight a school bliding exploded with police entered the area the husky turns off the tv and smiles evily his father walks into the room he says how was your day went son the husky says malicously explosivly. The End. |
A Million Parachutes by Squirrel | Every storm had a cadence. A rhythm. A sound. "Mm ... " Quietly, quietly ... breathing. A rumble (from outside the ship). And the room seemed to shake. Seemed to pitch (slightly). "Um ... mm ... " The two furs took no notice of the turbulence. Or, if they did, they didn't let it affect their ... | [
"Bat",
"Character Development",
"M/F",
"Mouse",
"Sci-Fi",
"Squirrel",
"Vaginal",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10049-a-million-parachutes | Every storm had a cadence. A rhythm. A sound.
"Mm ... " Quietly, quietly ... breathing.
A rumble (from outside the ship). And the room seemed to shake. Seemed to pitch (slightly).
"Um ... mm ... "
The two furs took no notice of the turbulence. Or, if they did, they didn't let it affect their ... affections.
The room was dark. The two squirrels were in bed. Bare, in the fur ... the sheets strewn about. Fur-on-fur. And his bushy, arching tail ... quivering in the air. And hers half-pinned beneath her.
A flashing bolt of blue! Outside the window ...
... and forking diagonally ... a few miles away. And, again, the ship pitched (in a different direction this time). Slightly. Nothing violent. The storm hadn't been violent. Ion storms were attracted to energy. Luminous was operating on very limited back-up power, so ... the ship, tethered to one of Orbital 9's upper docking pylons, simply bobbed in the eddies of the event.
"Uh ... " Huff ... huff. Wren gently bucked forward. On top of her. Between her open legs.
Rella's eyes went to a close. Her head did a tiny turn ... her muzzle open. Breathing, breathing.
They were in the third hour of the storm. They had nineteen hours until it passed. And Luminous, for the duration, had to be inactive. Comm systems were down. Engines were turned off. No one could leave the ship. No one could use anything but very limited power (emergency lights, running water). There was nothing for it but to ... wait it out. To endure this whim of nature. (Or of space. Were things in space ... also part of nature? Or something else entirely?)
"Oh ... " Wren's paws ran up and down her sides. Ran through her fur. Fingers trailing through her fur. Running through the softness. Stirring the scent. And he pulled his hips back a few inches. Barely in her. Pausing.
Her paws were around his neck. Clutching at the fur there. Arms in a hug. Legs spread and wrapped around his waist. Digging into his lower rump-cheeks. Digging into the backs of his legs. A solid grip (with no indication of letting go).
"Mm ... mm ... " He pushed back in. Slid, slowly ... back in. To a hilt. And he nosed the side of her neck. Breathing in. Whiskers twitching. Brushing her.
"You ... you," she whispered, neck craning as he kissed it. As he mouthed it. "You relaxed," she asked, "yet?"
Another lightning bolt!
"D-darling ... "
"I'm, uh ... uh ... "
The ship creaked ... groaned in the whirls of the plasma outside. The energy rushing around them.
Wren, mind fuzzy, pulled back again ... pushed in again. Finding an easy, steady motion. In and out. Burying into her warm, wet muscle. The raw, moist pink of her passage. Squirrel-hood stiff and slick. Sensitive. Oh, so ...
" ... sensitive to the ... the turbulence outside. My ears," she said. "I feel dizzy ... "
"Sure it's the ... the storm?" Wren panted, sucking on her cheek.
"Oh ... oh," she panted, breasts heaving. "Oh ... Kody said ... um, he said we'd ... be dizzy. The storm would affect us."
"We all got shots," Wren reminded. "To ... shield us from ... the radiation."
"But he said we'd still feel a bit of ... the effects." Not enough to harm them, though. But ... a giggle on her part. "Oh," she sighed. "Oh, this feels good." Her voice was at a huffing whisper. Was at a satisfied pitch. Her pussy quivered. Her nipples were erect ... were rubbing through his chest fur (as he breathed and moved atop of her).
Wren slowly, slowly ... kept his pace. Kept burying into her. As deep as he could manage. Holding the position, pulling sensuously back (leaving the tip of him ... clenched inside her). And then going back in. Digging in. Leaking beads of pre.
"Mm ... " A swallow. A pant. Her passage was wet, wet ... warm. Filled. The friction of him inside her ... oh, she loved it. Loved that feeling. The weight of his body atop of hers. Her limbs wrapped around him, anchoring to him ... being entwined, in bed, lips now meeting. Messy, steaming kisses.
Suck-suck ... smack-smack ...
Sigh!
Breathless, saliva-strung kisses.
"Oh ... oh ... " Breathing hot breaths onto each other's lips.
Their hearts pounding, pounding ... paws clutching fur. Pleasured chitters, pleasured squeaks ... escaping from muzzles.
She licked his lips, pushing her tongue into his muzzle ...
He felt so flushed ...
Taking his mate's advice, Wren was trying to relax ... delegate responsibilities. Trying not to hold himself responsible for their exile, their hardships ... trying to mend. Oh, he needed to mend ... needed to ... needed to ...
" ... cum. Uh ... need to cum ... oh, oh," she heaved, sweating. Lips breaking away from his (so she could utter her needs). Her fur was lightly matted with sweat. Her loins ached (in that wonderful, pre-orgasm way).
He smiled at her words. "N-need, or ... w-want ... ?"
"Wren," she growled. A playful growl. But, still, not one to be messed with.
"Okay ... okay," he huffed, swallowing.
A lightning flash from the ion storm ... illuminated their writhing, furry forms. Illuminated Wren, fur also matting with sweat, chest rising, falling ... illuminated the sight of his hips taking a satisfying buck. Buck. Pull ... buck! Harder, harder than before. Firmly. Not rough. Not at all ... but firmly. Firm enough to ratchet the pleasure. To increase the friction.
To get them, inch by inch, closer to their releases.
The ship shook again.
Both of them, dizzy, sinking, melting into the sheets (and each other).
Rella considered throwing all her weight to one side ... rolling him over, straddling him. Finishing on top. But ... oh, no, they could ... oh, they cold do that later. They had nineteen hours of ... cabin fever to burn through, right? Nineteen more hours? Oh, they could do that later. Right now, she was content to let him lead this. Let him smother her feminine form in his masculine one. Let him drill, drill ... drill ... into her ... with that wonderful organ. That wonderful thing ...
Wren's squeaks went to high pitches. High, labored squeaks. (Rodents, as one might guess, squeaked a lot ... during intimacy. And their squeaks involuntarily shifted to higher pitches ... the minute before climax.)
Her body was so warm, so soft ... she smelled of such things. Of sleep. Of showers. Of yiff ... oh, yiff! The air was sizzling with it. Their noses twitching and flaring from it.
His furry sac began to draw up to his body. Balls tightening ... hump ... hump ... rocking her into the sheets. Penis and pussy, in the give and take, making a wet, squishy sound ... both of them leaking of fluid. Both of them drooling (from their sex organs and their muzzles).
Sucking lips. Bumping noses. Bellies snugged against each other.
Squeak ... squeaky-squeak ...
Chitter-chat!
Hump ... hump ...
... huff!
"Uh, uh ... uhnn ... ohh," she sighed, with so deep an exhale! Her pussy wracked with spasms. Spasms ... stringing pleasure through her nerves. To her toe and tail-tips. She went limp and lightly, lightly moaned. Shivering. Enduring. "Ohh ... Wren ... " Her belly arched up against his.
Pussy fluid ran in drops down his pink shaft. His soft, fuzzy balls damp. And his cock twitching, twitching ... " ... ooh, ohh ... ohhh, uhnn ... uhn!" Spurt, spurt. Strings of steamy semen. Squirrel seed ... sowing ... cock snugged in her vaginal muscles. Snugged in bliss.
So sensitive, these pleasures!
So shy, the mates ... after making love. Or not shy. No, not shy, but ... tender. After climax, all the yiffy, animalistic motions ... burned up. Vaporized. And rained back down as motions of tenderness. Softness. Vulnerability.
It always happened that way.
In many ways, the most emotionally satisfying part of yiff ... was the "after" part. When they, both sated, both pleasured from the other ... when they nuzzled and hugged. When they nosed each other's necks. When they confessed their love again and again. When they regained their breaths. Kissing weakly (with what strength they had left).
Oh, orgasm was all well and good (and, oh, wasn't it!) ... but what was it worth if you couldn't fall limp in your mate's arms ... once it had subsided? What was it worth if it wasn't a pleasure shared? If you couldn't wrap yourself around the one who'd made you feel it ... KNOWING it wasn't lust. Wasn't a fling. Knowing it was ... here. And would be here tomorrow. And the next day. That this was a committed union. Knowing her lips were never far away ... knowing his tail was always there to hug. Knowing night would never be lonely.
All those feelings ... flooding them as their bodies recovered. Feelings of timidity, of exposure ... of safety. Of yearning. Of knowing. Of ... oh, of everything!
Oh, what love did to the body ... and mind!
Oh, what kind of force was this?
"Mm ... " Rella took a shaky breath. And managed, "Don't you ... just adore," she said (smiling), "a good storm?" No, they weren't on a porch in the countryside, clouds looming dark and low ... they were in space. In the stars. At the mercy of some phenomenon that none of them confessed to understand. But a storm was a storm.
And storms forced you ... to seek shelter. And it was IN shelter ... that one found safety. That one found wonderful things. (Such as what they'd just shared.)
Outside, the plasma and the colored trails of energy kept sweeping by ... limiting visibility. And keeping them barricaded in here. Keeping them in the dark. In each other's arms.
"Don't you like storms?" she asked again, whispering. Nose buried in his neck. Eyes clothed. Breathing of him.
"I always have," was Wren's soft response. Clutching her, slipping beside her (having withdrawn from between her legs). His tail trailed off the side of the bed, and he positioned a pillow beneath both their heads.
He was feeling better. Definitely ... better than before.
"Don't leave," Field pleaded, standing in the middle of their quarters.
"Darling ... I'll be gone, like ... twenty minutes, okay?"
"You don't know that."
"Field, I'm not going off the ship," she emphasized. "I'm not going," she said, "anywhere." The lights were off in their quarters. Emergency lights were on, providing dim illumination. Life support was online all over the ship, so ... they needn't worry about air quality or temperature. But the familiar hum and thrum of the engines had been replaced by the sizzling of the ion storm.
"I want you to stay here." His voice was very fragile. Was shaking. The mouse was scared of storms. Growing up, he's survived a few tornadoes. Near-misses. He knew what storms could do. And a fear of them was imprinted in his anxious mind.
"Chester's missing," she told him again. "Juneau says he's been ... unsettled. A lightning bolt hit the stern of the ship ... he squealed, and she turned around, and he had bolted."
"Why doesn't she go find him?"
"He's delirious," Adelaide explained, handing Akira over to Field.
Field nodded quietly, taking the baby. Holding her close. To his chest. Saying, "I tried to talk to him. To Chester. I knew something was wrong ... " Ever since the fellow mouse had been bloodied and injured in the Arctic fox terrorist attack ... he hadn't been quite right. Had been MORE anxious, even, than a mouse should be. Had been having lapses on the job. Had been quietly falling to pieces. "I should've pressed it ... I should've helped him."
"Not your fault." Adelaide, in front of Field, placed a kiss to her mate's forehead. "Not your fault, darling. You can't force help ... onto furs. You can't force them to kill their own fears. Sometimes, it's ... you know it's not that simple. Or that easy."
"Yeah ... "
"I'll be back, okay?"
"What about the storm?"
"What about it?" She squeezed at his silky, ropy tail. She reeled it in. Her fingers like tines on a fork. Reeling him in. "Hmm?"
"The radiation ... parts of the ship are exposed to it ... more than others. You'll get radiation poisoning."
"We all got shots."
"No, but ... no, what if you get dizzy and pass out, and what if ... "
"Field ... we have to find Chester. He's gonna end up hurting himself. What do you want me to do? You and I are the only furs onboard with working telepathy. My powers are much stronger than yours. Even in the radiation, I might be able to pinpoint him. Plus, I can echo-locate ... I have radar built into my vocal chords."
A nod. A nod ...
And the ship lurched (a tiny bit). The ship groaned. And light flashed outside the window.
Field jerked. Keeping a secure grip on Akira. And turned about ... so as not to see any part of the windows.
"Hey ... " Adelaide, right up next to him, put a paw under his chain. Raised his gaze (to meet hers). "I'll be back, okay?" She put her nose on his.
Akira, squirming, began to cry a bit ...
Field, eyes watering, whispered, "Okay ... okay ... " His heart was careening out of control. His adrenaline was spiked. The fear of that storm, and the fear of being left alone in it ... so fierce. So fierce. So ... " ... weak. I'm so weak. I'm so sorry."
"Hey ... hey," she whispered. "Don't cry. Field ... " She shushed him. "I thought we'd gotten over apologizing."
The mouse sniffled.
She, lips right up to his, whispered, "You're adorable."
The baby, between them ... wriggled.
"And so are you," Adelaide added, looking down. Sending a warm telepathic wave over their daughter. A mental medicine. "That should calm her until I get back."
"You gonna give one to me?" Field asked needily.
"Forehead," she whispered.
And the mouse nodded lightly, closing his eyes, putting his forehead to hers. Her eyes closed. And she willed to him ... sent, in invisible waves, to him ... warm feelings. Feelings of security and strength.
"It'll wear off," she warned, "in about fifteen minutes ... then you'll start to get scared again. But ... hopefully, it'll let you calm down."
Field nodded, feeling lucid. Feeling ... loose. He nodded.
"Alright?"
"Wow. I feel ... really nice ... "
"Well, I triggered your endorphin gland ... "
"Mm ... " The mouse breathed. "Mm ... " Feeling totally relaxed. Totally ... nice.
"Now, come on." She guided him to the couch. He was still holding the baby. And Adelaide moved him to a sit. "Now, you two ... just relax, and ... close your eyes. And I'll be back when we find him."
Field nodded. "Okay," he whispered. And he opened his muzzle to ...
" ... forget it, Field. Nothing to apologize for. You're a mouse. I understand that. If I couldn't tolerate emotional, anxious furs ... if I thought that it would be a burden to constantly have to nurture and soothe another soul ... well, if it bugged me, I would stay away from mice. But I love mice ... and you," she emphasized, "too much." She smiled. Showing her fangs as she did so. "We all have our fears," she whispered, smile fading for a neutral expression. "Lord knows I have mine." But she didn't verbally elaborate on that.
But, Field, with their mental link ... KNEW what they were. But didn't bring them up. Just nodded. And gave her a devoted look. And, chancing a look at the window, at the colors and swirls of the storm (the purples and blues and reds, the violent, whirling energy), the mouse whispered, "It's like ... those plumes, all those spots of colors. All those dots of color," he said. "They all float by like a million parachutes." He drew in a breath. Confessed, still whispering, "I don't think they shall ever land."
At a stand, Adelaide ... her eyes watching him ... oh, his poetry. Oh, his yearning. Oh, how genuine he was. Oh, how she loved him. She gave him a warm smile, leaning over him, whispering into a dishy, swiveling mouse ear, "Best look away from the window, love. I don't want you getting scared when your mental relaxant wears off ... "
A nod. And he did so. Closed his eyes. And drew his entire slender, furry form onto the couch, lying down ... with the baby in his arms. On his chest. Rising and falling to his heartbeat. Akira gurgling. Eyes fluttering.
Adelaide swooned ... internally. And swallowed, nodded, and went for the door. Paused. Paused just to look at them. To stare at them. Her mate. Her daughter. Her family. How they needed her ... and how she needed them. And, with that, Adelaide hurried off ... to find Chester.
Pyro spun.
Nothing there.
The wolf's heart went ... hammer-hammer. He slowly turned back (in the direction he'd been facing ... been going). He took several steps. Paused. And sniffed the air. He could've SWORN there was something here. Something. Someone. He was not alone in this corridor.
Which didn't make sense. Wren, right before the storm, had ordered all furs to stay in their quarters ... for the storm's duration. To prevent any injuries or anything. He'd ordered them to all stay put. And everyone had. Everyone, in pairs ... burrowing away in their darkened, powerless rooms.
He'd been doing that ... with Dotna. Had been ... oh, had been! But he'd heard about Chester, and he wanted to help. Wanted to prove to everyone that he was a good fur. That he wasn't bad. I'm not bad, he told himself. I'm not bad ... why did he have to keep telling himself that? I'm not bad ...
No, he wanted to help. He had a good nose. He had the best nose on this ship. He could use his nose, maybe, to find the errant mouse. Sensors weren't working. Comm was down. He could use his nose to find the mouse. Mice had a very distinct scent. And Pyro had spent enough friendly hours with Field to have it imprinted in his nostrils. He would know a mouse when he smelled one. He could find Chester.
Apparently, the mouse was having a break-down. Juneau, in tears in the mess hall (where some furs had decided to hole up ... playing card games, snacking, napping) ... she had gone to the mess hall. Was still there. Was too afraid to go back to her quarters by herself. As if, maybe, the storm would snatch her before she got there. As if the plasma would form itself into a tendril, reach into the ship, snake through the corridors, and wrap around them all ... yanking them into the vacuum of space. Frying them for supper.
What a morbid thought ...
You fear the storm, too. Don't tell me you don't, the wolf told himself. You're prey. You know you are. The rules of this universe are different ... but you're still prey. You were born prey. You will die as prey. You are NOT a predator.
But the storm was a predator ... and that's why, Pyro realized, they were all so afraid of it. The storm was like a predator. And they were all prey. And they were trapped in a small space, in their rooms, on this ship ... while the storm enveloped EVERYTHING outside. While it bore down on them with flashes and creaks. And ...
... focus. Focus!
"Focus," he whispered to himself. Oh, he was dizzy!
He swallowed, stumbling to the wall. Panting, shaking his head. Radiation. The radiation must be stronger ... down here (on G-deck, where engineering was located ... engineering actually spanned two decks ... in its vertical space in the drive section of the ship; nearer the rear of the vessel).
The radiation was making him lose focus. He couldn't think on any one thing ... before his mind was latching to a passing thought, and ... zoom! Off went his focus. Off. Off ... off this deck. Had to get off this deck. Shouldn't have wandered this far down. Get back to the living section ... where the radiation wasn't ...
He turned back. Walking in the very dim, very empty corridor. Turning a corner. Stopping. There it was again. That feeling.
He was being watched.
His red, red eyes ... scanned the dark. Scanned for things. He saw shapes. Fast-moving, swirling ... shapes! There!
He spun ... and it went just outside his view. INTO a wall. Into ...
The wolf huffed, shaking his head, blinking. His ears cocked. His nose flaring, sniffing the air. The things he was seeing ... they had no scent! But they were there! They were alive! He was sure of it ...
He kept moving. Went for the lift. Cursed ... realizing that the lifts weren't working. He had gotten down here by using the access tubes. Ladders. You didn't ... ladders? Lifts? What had he used to get on G-deck?
Ladders.
He went for the nearest access tube. Crawled inside. At a horizontal crawl for a few seconds, until he reached a hub. A boxy space with tubes and ladders going off to the sides and up and down. He took the 'up' ladder. And reached E-deck, which ... was radiation free. For whatever reason. And as he exited the access conduit, and as he stood and turned around ...
... he bumped into Adelaide.
He yipped, falling back.
She chittered in surprise, blinking. Blinking.
The wolf panted. "You scared me!" His eyes were accusing.
"I'm sorry," was her level response.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"My quarters are on this deck."
"Oh." The wolf, on his rump, frowned.
She extended a pink, winged arm. She was so strong. And so feminine. But she was a bat. And weren't all bats adept at casting spells?
The wolf eyed her paw.
"Take it," she said. "Or do you wanna sit on your tail all day?"
He frowned and put his paw in hers. She clasped it, and ... helped tug him upright. And, upon standing, he pulled his paw away from her, brushing it on his side (as if he had germs on it now). And he looked around, saying, "What are you doing out? Why aren't you with Field?"
"I was gonna go find Chester."
"With your mind magic?"
"It's not magic. But, yeah ... and I can echo-burst. I can radar for things ... in the dark."
"Didn't know you could do that."
"I'm not a one-trick bat," she said, giving him a look. And brushing past him ... moving off. "Are you coming?"
He sighed. And trotted after her.
They went up to D-deck. Starting at the front of the deck and working their way back. The corridors quiet. Creaking ... making windy sounds. Little, space-bred wails. From the storm's pressure on the ship's hull.
"You've been spending time," she said, peering down a leftward corridor. Firing off a series of chitter-squeaks from her muzzle. Her angular, swept-back ears ... picking up the sound waves that bounced back. No one there. "Been spending time," she continued, moving again, "with Field."
"He's friendly. I like him."
"Well, if you can be friends with my mate ... why can't you be friends with me? Why are you so tense around me? Why don't you like me?"
"Too many questions," Pyro scowled, moving away. Sniffing the air. "He's not here, either."
"We'll have to keep going. Maybe he's in the middle of the deck."
"Where could a mouse go? Where's there to go?"
"If you knew mice," Adelaide said, "you would know they like small spaces. They like to burrow. It's instinctual. When they're scared, or hurting ... they burrow. Into sheets. Into cushions. Up against another fur. But it can't be the last one. He's not with Juneau. So, if I had to place a bet," she said slowly, "I would say he's ... in an access corridor? Or in a closet ... "
"A closet?"
"Yeah ... I don't know."
Pyro rolled his eyes. "Mice," he muttered. "I mean, I'm prey, you know ... whether you believe it or not ... "
"You've told me enough times ... that I kind of HAVE to believe it, don't I?" she countered. "You won't let me forget that you're prey."
"Well, I'm not used to being listened to ... no, but ... I'm prey, and I still don't get mice. A squirrel wouldn't freak out like this ... neither would a rabbit, or ... "
"Chester was shot and mauled ... by foxes. He's obviously traumatized."
"Well, why didn't anyone realize it sooner?"
"Because, sometimes, furs bury things ... and, sometimes," she said, "furs lie about how much hurt they are in. Sometimes, they underestimate what repression can do to them."
Pryo squinted. "Mm ... " Followed her. "Everyone in this universe," Pyro said, "they can't accept that me, a wolf ... is prey. They think I MUST be a predator. Why? Because they can't simply unlearn what they've been learning, instinctually, for their entire existence."
"What are getting at?" she asked, looking into an abandoned room. And then peering back down the curving hallway.
"What goes true for you ... and how you perceive me, goes the same for me. And how I perceive you."
She turned to meet his eyes. His eyes were a burning red.
But hers were a sharp pink. And they weren't easily intimidated by fiery things.
"I can't JUST unlearn," he whispered, "what I learned about you."
She gave him a steely stare. "You do not," she whispered assuredly, "know me."
"But I do. I did," he told her. "More than you know."
Their eyes were locked. The tension between them ... became heavy. Until Pyro, shivering, looked away. Unable to keep contact with her eyes. He walked a few steps away, taking the lead now.
She followed, eying him.
"Don't you DARE," he whispered lowly, "try and scan my mind and ... extract my thoughts. I will block you."
"I know. And I wasn't going to."
"I'm sure ... "
"I don't use my telepathy for evil purposes."
"But you could, couldn't you? If you wanted to?" he pressed. Accusingly. Having stopped again. Facing her.
"I would not," she repeated, "want to." And she remembered his story about how, in his universe (the mirror universe), her own mirror ... had killed Field. Had used Field as a yiff toy. And had killed him when the mouse impregnated her. And how the mice on the ship had gone violent upon that, and ... the whole, twisted tale. No, she would never, ever ... be like that. Like her evil counterpart. No. Never. And whatever it was that Pyro thought he knew or ... claimed to know ... " ... I don't understand why you can't forgive me. I've never done anything to you."
Pyro's ears, cocked, listened. But he said nothing. "If it bothers you that I spend time with Field, I'll stop."
"I'm not asking you to ... I'm saying that it makes no sense to befriend my mate. And to treat me like a cold."
"It makes no sense?" Pyro asked. A nod. "But, then, who says it has to?"
Adelaide sighed and looked away. "We need to find Chester," she said.
"Well, I don't smell him."
"And I don't feel his presence," she countered. Pausing. "Wait ... you hear that ... ?"
Muffled sounds ... coming from behind various closed doors in the corridor.
The sounds going ... " ... mm ... ooh, ooh ... "
" ... uhnnn ... uhhyy ... "
A muffled, "Ohhh ... ohh, f-fuck!"
Pyro flushed.
Adelaide swallowed.
"Wonder what they're doing in there," Pyro said dryly.
"Being furs," was Adelaide's diplomatic response. Meeting the wolf's eyes.
"Heh ... "
"Um ... let's try C-deck."
A nod. "Good idea."
"Uhn ... uh, y-yeah ... oh ... w-wait, wait ... " The squirrel held her breath. "D-did you hear voices? Is their someone," she panted, "outside the door?"
Denali listened. Otter-cock marinating in her vagina ... " ... n-no. No one's there."
Ketchy, naked in his lap, nodded ... afraid that, maybe, Fredrick had been out there. Her mate.
"Hun, come on ... " The otter stroked her sweaty, furry sides.
Ketchy nodded, putting her inhibitions aside ... and bouncing in the otter's lap again. On his shaft. "Oh ... heh ... "
The otter made her FEEL. And feel GOOD. The otter told her she was attractive. The otter said he loved her. The otter actually wanted to (and liked) yiffing with her.
And that was why she was having an affair with him.
Getting there (C-deck) took a minute's time. And, Adelaide, posed in the middle of the corridor, took a breath ... and fired her echo-bursts.
Pyro watched. He'd never seen a bat echo-burst before. The bats in his universe, they hadn't ... if they had that particular ability, they had never used it.
Adelaide drew another breath, standing on tips of foot-paws, spreading her wings a bit ... a chitter-squeaks. Burst, burst ... and they bounced back to her ears. "I think," she said. "I think someone's down that way."
Pyro raised his nose to the air. "Maybe," he admitted.
"Let's go," she said, walking.
And Pyro followed for a few steps, and ... stopped. Pausing. "There it is again!"
Adelaide turned around, frowning. "What?" she asked, worried. A bit scared ... by his sudden, surprised tone.
"That ... that feeling. There are things," he said. "I see them," he whispered. His red eyes glowed. "I see shapes," he said, "moving around us."
"Shapes?"
"They swirl around us. Like they're watching us." His heart pounded.
"Wait a minute ... I think you're right," she whispered. "But it's ... not what you think." She closed her eyes. Reached out with her mind.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
"Quiet," she mouthed (soundlessly).
The wolf swallowed.
And a smile spread onto the bat's muzzle. "Oh, it's ... there are things, alright."
"Why are you smiling?"
"They said hello," she said, opening her eyes.
"Hey," Pyro demanded. "What's ... "
"They're non-corporeal entities."
"Non ... non-corporeal?"
"Sentient beings without a physical body. They exist as energy." She took a slow breath, looking around the darkened, ghostly corridor. "Ion storms are attracted to energy. It's why we had to power down Luminous ... for this storm. If she were at full power, we would all be fried. Same for these ... beings," she said. "They couldn't stay in space. They would've been killed."
The wolf frowned. Looking around. He STILL saw them ... and it unnerved him. It scared him.
"They're just here for shelter. Seeking shelter. Just as we're doing. They're not gonna hurt us."
"We should tell your captain."
"Wren's ... busy," Adelaide said (knowingly ... for Rella, before the storm hit, had confided ... femme-to-femme ... her plans for 'storm survival'). "They're not hurting us. Anyway, they're far above our ... own plane. We've no way of removing them." She closed her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Pyro whispered.
"Speaking to them."
"What are you saying?"
The bat opened her eyes. "I told them ... who we were. Who we are," she said. "I asked that God bless them. I told them not to mind the wolf." A smile. "They think you're intriguing."
Pyro made a face.
Adelaide giggled. And sighed, looking around. "Alright ... we have to keep moving. Chester," she reminded.
Pyro let out a sigh (feeling tired ... was it radiation, or ... a dozen other things).
A minute later, they found Chester.
Inside, as Adelaide has predicted, a maintenance closet. On the floor. Knees to chest. Crying and shaking.
Pyro, upon seeing the mouse in such a state ... paused. Hesitated. Feeling awkward. Watching as Adelaide got to her knees next to the mouse.
"Chester," she whispered.
The mouse shook. "Mm ... " He coughed. "They're gonna get me ... "
"Who?" she whispered, reaching for one of his paws.
Chester jerked at her touch, but she persisted. Stroking his arm. "Who?" she whispered.
"The predators. I can hear them." A sniffle. His eyes were weary. Were tear-filled. A swallow. "They're outside the ship. They're trying to get in."
"It's just a storm," Adelaide whispered.
"They're gonna get me ... my blood," he shuddered. "My blood ... on my fur." A sob.
The bat wrapped her wings around the mouse. Mice, out of all the furry species, required the most care. The most maintenance. They were the most delicate. Did that make them undesirable? Did that make them a burden?
To Adelaide, the answer was no. It just made them more real. Made them ... more alive. And she was so drawn to that. And she soothed Chester ...
The mouse shook. "I ... I ... "
"Shh," she whispered. So, so delicately. Hugging him. "It's okay ... " And her mind brushed through his, calming him, dulling his pains. Not solving them, but ... masking them. She did what she could. And whispered into his ear, "Your mate misses you. She's worried about you so much. Juneau's waiting for you ... you think you can come back to the mess hall with us?" she asked gently.
A sniffle. A nod. "I need help," he admitted, voice quavering. "I need help ... "
"We're here to help you," she assured. Giving him a bright, pink smile. And she pulled him to his foot-paws. Looking to Pyro. "He can't walk. Radiation. You'll have to carry him for me. I'm not strong enough to lift his weight."
Pyro nodded quietly. Wordless. Having watched her ... calming Chester. Having witnessed such selfless warmth.
"Pyro's gonna carry you," Adelaide told Chester.
The mouse whimper-squeaked. And Pyro picked him up.
Adelaide took a deep breath. Feeling woozy. "We better get off this deck ... and back to the living section."
They brought Chester back to Juneau (who, in turn, brought Chester back to their quarters, hugging him ... resting with him).
And, outside, the storm raged on. Blocking all view of the stars and the planet below. And even the station ... to which they were docked.
They had, maybe, seventeen more hours ... of this.
And, oh, ways of passing the time ... they all (the furs) did find. |
Caught in the Storm: 3 by evaterl | Sorry for the lateness of my submission. i hope it doesn't disappoint. Now i'll start throwing in a disclaimer because from here on the stories will have blood, m/m, m/m/m, m/f/m, sex, violence (not in yiff), and the like. if you are not 18, please don't read after this chapter, (which you | [
"Doberman",
"Lioness",
"Mystery",
"Short Story",
"Snow Leopard",
"Story Progression"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463981-caught-in-the-storm-3 | Sorry for the lateness of my submission. i hope it doesn't disappoint. Now i'll start throwing in a disclaimer because from here on the stories will have blood, m/m, m/m/m, m/f/m, sex, violence (not in yiff), and the like. if you are not 18, please don't read after this chapter, (which you shouldn't really be here if you are). Sorry little furs ^\_^"
And now, chapter 3
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July 24, 2320 7:23:51PM Raling Police Department
Patrol hour soon came along. Not only will that table come out of his already cut pay, it's what happened after the table that stayed in his mind. Tivalae was very distant from everyone after the incident in the break room. Everyone looked at him as if he was a fellow prisoner. The look of guilt was clear on his face and there was an air that none of the fresheners in the supply closet could fix; Tivalae had just spent the hour with another male.
Tivalae blushed at recalling the events unfold in his mind. Uric had been becoming more flirtatious without even acknowledging it this whole week and it was putting Tivalae on end. He thought back to the showers and that moment in the locker room...
Monday\~\~
When Criu left to go wash before patrol, his towel slipped and no one paid him any mind. No one except Tivalae. His eyes grew wide as the leopard looked desperately around to see if anyone was looking. Tivalae turned his head but not before getting a real good look at Criu's rump. It was nice and shapely, proof that the academy did wonders for him. Tivalae couldn't help but blush as he put his face into his locker, the mirror showing his fur a redder tint than earlier. There along the side was a picture of his deceased family, and then he instantly became revolted.
*How is this cat making me act this way*, he wondered. *I had a loving wife and three children, so why after 3 years am I feeling this way for a cat? A male no less.*
He slammed the door and instantly yelped, but no one noticed. Tivalae flinched as he looked down and saw that he had slammed his locker door on his swollen shaft. The Doberman instantly fought the locker for his impressive 11 inch rod back and after struggling for 3 minutes, managed to remove himself from the evil locker. Afterwards, he stood back and became even angrier.
*And I'm hard too*, he furiously mumbled. "Damn it."
"Ouch looked like that was extremely painful. I'm sure glad I'm not you." A voice said tauntingly.
Tivalae shifted his head and glared back into two drops of ocean blue. It was Criu and he saw everything, unknowingly to Tivalae.
*I just hope he didn't see me staring at him*, Tivalae begged. How would he explain it to the cat if he asked?
He was standing, dripping wet, with a towel over his middle and another towel that he was using to dry himself. He had his back to his own locker and carefully brushed every last drop out of that pure snowy fur of his.
"Oh hey Criu. How's the patrols been for you rookie?"
He gave Tivalae a sideways glance. *Does he really have to beat around the bush? I saw him staring at me. I'm just glad I was actually able to take my shower today*.
"It's been okay I guess. Still can't get a grip of the wheel when I try driving up the Falls towards the station. I can't see why there hasn't been so many accidents there considering. Will you be going on patrol soon?" the leopard flicked his tail while continually brushing the damp fur. Facing towards the lockers opposite of him, he paid no mind to Tivalae shifting in his seat.
Looking at his watch, Tivalae noted. "Nope my shift starts at 8 sharp. Its only 6:30 kitty."
Instantly, Tivalae regretted the words right when they left his lips. Fortunately Criu must have missed it because he continued talking as if the old dog never said anything.
"Well I think that these shifts, although placed in coordination with tribe and specie, should be fair. I mean my patrol is late, but I work here in the office until then. I have to explain to my boss at my second job that I can never go in early to help set up shop."
"You have a second job?"
"Yup I sure do. I work the early morning shifts to the afternoons at the fishery in the Isle. It's a far travel and I have to be wide awake going to and from Main Tribe, but it pays very decent money. I work as an officer there as well since my academy training could easily transfer. I love helping people in need so I always wanted to be a cop in order to do so."
"Hmph a wasted dream kid."
The locker slammed with great force and surprised him.
Criu turned to face Tivalae, but got a front row view of his 11 inch member. He took a moment to stare at it. It was like it was alive pulsing with what he knew to be blood. He could see every vein was twitching in anticipation or in pain from the earlier incident. It was only after he realized that he had been staring, that Criu looked at Tivalae. His eyes pieced into his being.
"What are you doing?"
He immediately turned towards his locker and fumbled with the lock for a minute. After opening the lock, he shoved most of his belongings in and reached for a bottle. A bottle that contained a few prescription pills his doctor had prescribed. Then it just hit him as he tried to put the pills away after popping two in his maw. *Did he just...?* Unknowingly, he dropped the whole container and spilt its contents without making a sound.
"Hmm well I guess I should head in before they ask me to do overtime. See ya later Tivalae." And the leopard quickly shuffled out of the locker rooms, hoping that his blush wasn't showing through his fur. His war hero called out to him but he ignored and practically ran to his car.
"Hey wait! Damn!" the dog grunted. Then as he walked towards the open locker he noticed a bottle. Bringing it up to see the label, he instantly shouted out to the cat, but he was long gone. "This medicine... Where did he get it?"
That night was full of nightmares of the past.
Present\~\~
For some reason, he grew attached to the leopard unknowingly and didn't realize it until this morning. This leopard would walk by and brush his tail alongside his thigh without even giving it a second though since then.
*The rookie was definitely flirting with me. I shouldn't have ever taken that bet with the other furs. I swear now I have to deal with this fag chasing me around the damn office.*
"Tivalae, are you alright?"
There stood a lioness of prowess and the big softie of the group in the office. She stood as tall as Tivalae, with the usual color in fur. She was a colleague and very dear friend to Tivalae at his family's funeral.
"Oh hi Cherrie. I didn't see you standing there."
She rolled her eyes. "I'd say. You almost ran me over hun. Is something bugging you, Alaei?"
His ears folded. "I'm this old and you still use that pet name Cherry?"
"Only as much as you do."
He let out a huge sigh and leaned back on the wall opposite of her. *Maybe she can understand this.* "Do you have time before my shift starts?"
"Doesn't it start in twenty minutes?"
"Yea but I really need someone to talk to."
"I'm sure I have time. Just let me put up these folders with evidence before you run me over." She smiled and was finished and back before he could blink three times.
"That still scares the daylights outta me."
"Well that's your problem, Alaei."
The two rolled their eyes, laughed, and walked outside to the cop car where Tivalae told her his troubles. |
Amongst the city - chapter 1 by shywryter | I walked by Pup's room on another round of pacing around the den as we called it. I was itching to get out of there and gain some relief for myself however leaving him alone while vulnerable was out of the question, even if this place was lined better than Fort Knox. I let out a soft sigh knowing | [
"M/F/F",
"Vampire",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249131-amongst-the-city-chapter-1 | I walked by Pup's room on another round of pacing around the den as we called it. I was itching to get out of there and gain some relief for myself however leaving him alone while vulnerable was out of the question, even if this place was lined better than Fort Knox. I let out a soft sigh knowing tonight was going to be a long one, he had been trying to prolong the down times of his raging hormones by pulling virtual all nighters with more than one women. Unfortunately his body didn't care about the quantity of women just the quantity of release. However our line of work didn't always allow for that. I knew he probably caught my small sigh but the women in the midst of the throes of passion would not have heard it.
I turned away from the sights of the two women one riding pups large thick cock and the other riding his tongue and the sounds of their screams. More screams erupted and then a short growl shortly after. I knew with the pattern of things I had scene in other women's heads that he had changed positions and was now driving hard into the wet depths of one of the females while pounding away into the other with his long fingers. I shuddered, flashing through the different screams I had heard over the past couple of months. Afterwards, when he was sated and calm again I was going out hunting to drown out the screams with the women that I conquested.
Nothing ever did compare which given who and what he was, was understandable. Not that I had personally known the reasoning but through the memories of the women I erased I saw, heard and felt everything as they had. I knew every inch of him through the eyes of those women, every inch. I knew what every thrust felt like. Not that many humans were able to too closely scrutinize what I had over the past months. His rock solid six foot tall body, chiseled half by biology and half by life we led, his long thick dark hair. His skin, that looked dark but was covered with a thin fine layer of fur. His ear, slightly pointed back. His eyes, a light golden color that gradually got darker as his need deepened. His teeth, all sharpened and ready for deadly feeding. And no one noticed that he walked on the balls of his feet.
The last quality of pup I had learned from seeing through the eyes of those he took, was that his cock was just as proportional to the rest of him. It was my job once he had finished was to replace their memories and send them on their way. The unfortunate side effect which I had not brought up to pup was that I knew every thing they had done so very well, I knew exactly what it would feel like to be with him though I never had and we agreed never would. I felt the hum of my drive pulsing under my skin and cursed myself willing memories that weren't my own away.
Tonight I not only needed to feed but I needed to have my physical needs met as well. A deadly combo brought on by the Nanos that wasn't learned until a couple of months into the program. A program much like Pup's, where they called for people to be test subjects for genetic alterations. This was in effort to prepare people for the future when surviving became important and not just monetary gains. That was although how they pulled people in, a large sum of cash. That wasn't to say that subjects weren't screened and handpicked for the tests. The main reason I entered the Nano program was that it promised to fix just about anything that could be physically wrong with a person and was a hell of a lot cheaper than lasik.
They soon found that the Nanos didn't just die off when everything was "fixed" because the body was constantly in a state of disrepair meaning the Nanos were constantly working and burning fuel. Their fuel happened to be blood and the body didn't naturally reproduce blood fast enough to supply the Nanos. Transfusions had to take place in order for the Nanos not to drain blood from tissue, muscle and then organs. Unfortunately there wasn't enough transfusion blood available for those that had the Nanos. Most of the subjects died off while very few us began to develop differently.
It was believed that the Nanos altered their hosts in order to obtain more blood. The few of us who survived had heightened senses, became stronger, move faster and our bodies stayed in an optimal performing condition. Even with these adaptations there were only a handful of us that had learned to use the most important change we had undergone, fangs. Once we penetrated a source of blood the Nanos would draw the blood up through our enlarged canines.
It had become Pup and I's job to find those who had gotten out of control with their "needs" and eliminate them. Tonight however would be a night where kept our needs in check. Personally I didn't like going this long without but with Pup trying to extend the time between his needs I never voiced my discomfort. On another round around the building I noticed that Pup was moving faster with his thrusts, his release was close. Just as I had circled to my room to get ready for the night I heard his loud growl followed by a short sharp howl.
I smiled despite myself, he was becoming like clock work. I knew exactly when he had his release by the sounds he made and through the other women's eyes I knew exactly what I would see as he did. The slight change in his eyes, his skin slick with sweat, his muscled tensed and shuddered and he came all over whichever woman he had been previously penetrating. He would take a few moments to regain himself then he would come to my room and I would go to his. He would shower the reminants of his release off and get ready for the night.
I would removed all traces of Pup from the women's minds and clean up what ever Pup hadn't making sure there was absolutely no trace of what had happened. I sighed sending the women off into the night, the pair still held the soft smile of satisfaction on their faces. As we passed each other in the hall returning to our respective rooms Pup reached out and gently grabbed my arm and stayed like that until I looked up into his eyes. It wasn't a surprised to see his eyes back to a very pale yellow but the gratitude in them had me at a loss for words.
It was always understood that in our moments of weakness after whatever release we may have had the other would clean up the mess to make sure we weren't discovered. At least that's what I had assumed. When he spoke his low voice was slow and deliberate making sure there was no doubt or confusion in his words, "I know you fight the pain of bearing their memories in your mind and in your flesh. I know you hold in the pain of your hunger and need. I know you do it all to protect me and for that I am grateful beyond measure." I blinked a few times unable to process a single thought just staring into his eyes knowing he was completely open and vulnerable in these passing moments.
I closed my eyes and muttered, "Careful big guy you wouldn't want the public to see you like this, they may not think we are dangerous after all." He grinned and let go of me heading back to his room to get ready for the night. |
Day one... by Anthony_Lion | #1 of Skunk Tails - a Kerr spinoff - _This story was started because some readers wondered what happened to the skunkette in [Kerr Chapter 9: Party time](%5C). If you haven't read that, do so..._ * * * Waking slowly, the skunkette is at first only dimly aware of where she is and that someone is | [
"Fox",
"M/F",
"Skunk",
"Slavery"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5153-day-one | *This story was started because some readers wondered what happened to the skunkette in [Kerr Chapter 9: Party time](%5C). If you haven't read that, do so...*
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Waking slowly, the skunkette is at first only dimly aware of where she is and that someone is gently playing with her left nipple. "Get lost, Mahor," she mumbles, then swats at the intruder.
"I'm sorry."
The unknown voice shocks her fully awake and the events of the last evening comes rushing back to her. *That wasn't my annoying little brother, it was the fox who bought me, and I swatted him! Shelana, NOW you're in trouble!*
"I'm sorry," the fox again states from behind her, "but the blanket had slipped down and exposed your breasts, and I couldn't help but touch them. They're so nice."
*My breasts aren't that nice... Wait! Did he apologise for touching me?* Rolling over on her side and opening her eyes she stares directly into his face. *He's young*, she thinks, *is he even of age?*
Pulling his gaze away from her breasts, the fox states, "The innkeeper have drawn you a hot bath, and I'll bring you something to eat, but you must hurry because we leave soon."
*A bath?* "Where?" she mumbles, sitting up and looking around.
"Down the hall," he replies. "Do you need help walking?
"I can manage," she mutters. *And I can certainly do without his groping!* Getting up she notices her tail still tied to her leg. Stumbling a bit she makes her way to the door and slowly pulls it open. Seeing no one in the corridor she makes her way to a door standing ajar at the other end. On the other side she finds a wooden tub with a high back, almost full of warm water. With a soft sigh she slowly lowers herself into the water, stopping momentarily as the water reaches her intimate regions, then continuing as the warmth seeps through and softens bruised skin and muscles.
"Enjoying the bath?"
When she turns her head towards the voice she sees the fox standing there with a bundle of fabric in his paws and a large bowl on top of it. "Yes..." she replies slowly, "master." *Better humor him for now; or until I find a way to escape, at least.*
"Master?" the fox asks, then adds, "yes, I guess I am." Then he places the bowl on a chair next to the tub and the bundle on another. "The innkeeper thought a broth would be best for you and his mate sold me some used clothes. Since she's a coyote they're a bit too large, but not overly so."
As she picks up the spoon and begins to eat she can't help noticing his stare. "What are you looking at?" she hisses.
Hurriedly looking away from her breasts he exclaims, "Nothing!" Then, remembering that she's his slave, he moves his eyes back and adds, "Or anything I want." Feeling his ears heat up and his pants getting tighter, he soon moves his eyes to her legs instead. "We're losing valuable time," he mutters, grabbing the coarse soap laying next to the tub and dipping it in the water, then reaching for her left leg. "I'll clean your feet and tail while you eat."
*What's his hurry? Or is it just an excuse to grope me?* Content to let him wash her, at least for the moment, she focuses on her food, and soon empties the bowl.
"Finished?" the fox asks.
"Yes, master," she responds. *Unless you have more, that is. I haven't had a decent meal for more than an eight-day.*
"I'll get you more to eat later," the fox states, as if he read her mind, "but for now we must hurry." Then he tosses her a towel and stands there watching as she slowly stand up, turns her back towards him, steps out of the tub and begins towelling off. "Hurry up!" he exclaims when she fumbles with her legs.
"You try drying your legs with a sopping wet tail tied to it!" she hisses back.
"Don't speak to me like that!" he growls, "I'm your master!"
*You're just a little twerp! If I could get away with it I'd rip your throat out!* Composing herself, she mumbles out, "I'm sorry, master. Please don't punish me."
"I'll think about it," he grumbles, not entirely convinced of her sincerety. "If I untie your tail, what's to stop you from spraying me?"
"Nothing, master," she mumbles, "nothing but the fear of your punishment."
"At least you don't lie," he states. Then he pulls a short knife from a sheath in his belt, goes down on his knees and starts cutting through the tough leather strips holding her tail down.
*That feels good!* she thinks as her tail begins to swing up, then almost by itself, slaps the fox across his muzzle as it passes. *And THAT felt even better!* Her tail free and out of the way she makes quick work of drying off her fur, then hurries to pull on the pants and tunic provided.
"Good," the fox states, "you're finished. Come, we must hurry." Then he turns and hurries out of the room.
By the time she has managed to step around the tub and out the door, he's back from the bedroom, with a thick cape on his shoulders and a large pack in his paws. Walking as quickly as she can with her sore muscles, she follows him down a set of stairs, along a short hallway and outside to where a heavyset badger is waiting with a large, horsedrawn wagon.
"You took your time," the badger grunts. "Hurry up and climb aboard; you're waisting valuable daylight!"
The fox tosses his pack in a hollow amongst the bales, crates and drums, then helps her climb aboard. "You can sit on the pack," he offers, "it's probably the softest place." Then he climbs up after her and makes himself comfortable on a bale of hides. "We're ready," he states.
"No, you're not!" the badger barks. Tossing a black cloth to the skunkette he continues, "Put this on. This is a hidden village, and no slaves are allowed to see the entrance or the area around it. And don't even think of removing it until tonight, or I'll kill you myself."
Better do as he says," the fox states when she only stares at the cloth. "I've never known a badger to joke."
"And if I don't?" she hisses at him, "are *you* going to try to put it on me?"
"No," he responds, sighing, "I'll just sell you to the first male who shows me some gold."
Glancing around, she notices a large wolf male nearby. *Not that!* "All right," she mutters, unfolding the cloth to reveal it to be a hood which she pulls over her head. "Not that there's anything interesting to see here!"
"You've got a spirited one, there!" the badger exclaims. Then he barks an order to the horses, snaps his whip and unlocks the wheel brakes. Then the wagon begins to move, slowly at first, then faster, until it reaches a fast walking pace.
Midday.
"Hey, kid! Get down and lend a paw!"
The badger's yelling jolts Shelana awake. "What's happening? she mumbles, reaching for the hood over her head with her right paw.
"Don't touch that!" the badger shouts. "It looks like rain, and we're going to put up a canvas top on the wagon. You stay down and out of the way."
The next few minutes are filled with the sounds of the two males working; clacks as wood bars are slotted into place, fluttering fabrics, the sound of a rope being pulled through metal loops on the sides of the wagon. Then the wagon creaks as the badger climbs back up. A moment later the fox follows, sitting down next to her.
"Everyone sitting down?" the badger asks, then cracks his whip to get the horses moving again.
"Hungry?" the fox whispers.
"Not really,," she replies, but her lie is is soon exposed by her rumbling belly. *Quiet!* she growls at her belly, *I don't want his pity.*
"Here," he whispers, "the opening in the hood should be enough to slip your paw up through it." Then he grabs her left paw and folds her fingers around something.
Feeling it gingerly with her paws, she finds a long, thin, slightly curved object. *It can't be? No, it's a sausage.* Sighing with relief she manages to push the sausage up through the hood and into her muzzle. "Thank you," she mumbles between the bites.
"I don't know what was worse," the fox states, sniggering, "your snoring, or your belly-rumbles."
"I don't snore!" she exclaims.
"Yes, you do," he retorts, "but not loudly." Then he drops another sausage into her paws. "Now, eat up and be nice."
"Yes, master," she mumbles in a suitably meek voice.
A few minutes later the excpected rain begins to fall; a drop here and there at first, then incresing until it's a torrent.
"Why didn't you just put on the canvas top before we left the valley?" the young fox asks, "it would have been quicker, with all the others nearby to lend a paw."
"Always the inquisitive one eh, young Terruan?" the badger retorts. "You see, on the first stretch of the road the prevailing winds are from our left side, and if it gusts, it could tip the wagon quite easily as lightly loaded as we are now. Luckily we're past the worst stretch now, or we'd have had to lay the canvas flat, and that wouldn't have left much room for you or the skunk."
"Can the wind really get that strong?"
"Sure does," the badger replies.
Evening.
"Up skunk!" the badger shouts, "you have a job to do!" \<"W-what?" she mumbles, groggy from sleep.
"Take off the hood and come here," he grumbles, "and don't waste my time!"
The first she sees when she pulls the black hood off her head is the dark gray canvas top, then the fox putzing about with something all the way at the back of the wagon, and finally the badger at the front where a part of the fabric on the left side has been lifted. "Coming, master," she mumbles, then get up and slowly navigates across the cargo to the opening. "What do you want of me?"
"Do you know your way around horses?" he asks, gruffily. When she nods, he tosses a brush towards her which she barely manages to catch, then, gesturing towards the raised flap, he adds, "Get out there and brush them down. And do it properly; good horses are worth more than you!"
"Yes, master," she grumbles. Climbing through the opening she ends up in a narrow lean-to made of another piece of canvas attached to the side of the wagon, with a basket of hay in the middle and the two large horses tied up facing each other.
"Ah, you're still here," the badger states when he enters the lean-to and finds Shelana busy brushing down the brown mare. Adding a few pawfulls of oats to the horses' food, he strokes them a bit before turning his attention back to he skunkette. "I assume there's a reason why you haven't used the opportunity to escape?"
"What opportnity?" she retorts, "it's raining ice-water outside, there's no shelter and probably less food."
"True," he admits. "If you had tried to escape I wouldn't even have bothered to go after you because you'd be more truble than you're worth. That fox kid might have tried, but I would have stopped him. Besides, you know what happens to escaped slaves?"
"No, what?"
"I think they start off with a gang-rape," the badger begins, "and male slaves aren't safe, either, if there's wolves nearby as they're not too particular about such details. Then, there's usually a whipping or beating and depending on whether or not the slave hurt his or her master they may do other nasty stuff like biting off tails and ears or breaking bones."
"Noo?"
"Yes! And as long as you have that collar around your neck you won't be welcome in any free village, either. They'll know that trackers are after you and will fear what they'll do."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"To warn you," the badger explains. "That fox kid is too young and naive to realise what he's gotten himself into. If you want to have any hope of ever being free, I suggest you take good care of him." Poking his paw back into the wagon for a moment, the badger extracts a small oil-lamp which he hangs from a cord near the open flap, then carefully lights it with a small fire-starter. "Can't do a good job if you can't see the horses."
As Shelana finishes the dappled horse, the badger reappears. For a moment or two he studies the horses, then he states, "The horses look good, I guess you've earned your food today. Now, give me the brush and get back in the wagon."
Happy to obey she paws him the brush, then clambers back through the open flap, quickly followed by the badger.
"We can't make a fire because of the rain," the badger states, "so there's only cold food tonight." Then he gestures towards an open basket with sausages, potatoes, carrots and apples.
*Any food is better than no food, or the half-rotted leftovers the wolverine fed me,* she thinks, quickly grabbing two sausages and a large carrot, then retreating to a corner of the wagon to eat before someone decides otherwise.
"I'll be sleeping up front," the badger states, gesturing to the area just behind the seat, "and you two can sleep in the back. There should be enough room where the canvas rolls were stored."
"I have already laid out the blankets," the fox comments.
I bet you have!
"We'll be moving out at first light," the badger states, "and it'll be a long day, so get as much rest as you can." Then, as an afterhought, he adds, "and no screaming, moaning, shaking the wagon or anything else that might spook the horses."
Mumbling something intellible the fox makes his way aft while the skunkette grabs a pear. "Thank you," she whispers.
"Don't," the badger retorts, "I'm not doing it for you, but for me; I want to get over this pass and home before winter sets in, and I can't do that with skittish or injured horses."
"Thanks anyway," she mumbles, then get up and makes her way aft to find the young fox wrapped up in a blanker, in a cleared area about two by seven feet large. Seeing the narrowness of the place and the fox' smug grin, she looks around to see if there were any other place where she might lie down, but without success. *Rot!* Determined to awoid being pawedall through the night she lies down in opposite direction to him, with her feet next to his head and wraps the blanket tightly around herself. When he doesn't protest she grins to herself. *Not so tough after all, foxy?* Listening to the heavy rain she adds, *If the rain stops I migh get a chance to run.* |
DownStairs 1 - An Introduction by Stilghar | #1 of DownStairs - DownStairs (This story is ©Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser, 2003. This story contains graphic descriptions of nonhuman males engaged in homosexual acts. If this offends you, or if you are not of legal age to view such materials, go do something constructive instead. All named characters | [
"Anal",
"Bear",
"Gay",
"Leopard",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Orgy",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1005-downstairs-1-an-introduction | DownStairs
(This story is ©Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser, 2003. This story contains graphic descriptions of nonhuman males engaged in homosexual acts. If this offends you, or if you are not of legal age to view such materials, go do something constructive instead. All named characters are ©Stilghar/Wolf Starchaser. Resemblance of any unnamed character to any copyrighted character is unintentional, or appearance was used with permission. Please direct all compliments and constructive criticism to [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection), or to Stilghar on Furnet (formerly Yiffnet) IRC. Flamers will be laughed at and have their e-mail addresses blocked and sold to spammers and script kiddies. Use protection.) \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
So this wolf walks into a bar...
Okay, so it's not much of a start. This is my first attempt at writing a raw spooge story. Gimme a break.
The bar was the Staircase, a fairly successful gay bar named, most furs assumed, for the huge staircase that connected the upper level dance floor to the main area on the ground floor. The wolf was Stephen, a rather handsome male who was showing off much of his white-furred, well-toned body with a muscle shirt cut well above the navel and a pair of denim cutoffs that left very little to the imagination. He wore no shoes; few furs did during the warm spring and summer months. He was also one of a few, maybe a tenth of the furs in the crowd tonight, that knew about the other staircase.
The Staircase was moderately busy tonight, with males of various races cruising, dancing, drinking, laughing, and generally enjoying the music and each other's company. The DJ was playing classic rock tonight, which suited Stephen just fine. After a short wait in line at the bar, Stephen wandered into the common area, stiff drink in his paw, singing along with the music and scanning the crowd. It didn't take him long to spot a familiar fur, and he altered his course slightly for the leopard's table. He proceeded slowly, enjoying the view of his handsome friend in his tank top and cargo shorts. Approaching quietly to avoid drawing attention, Stephen managed to get close behind his "prey". Sliding his paws under the feline's shirt, he pinched his friend's nipples gently, and nipped playfully at one ear before announcing himself. "Heya, Hot Spots, how's it going?"
The leopard was slightly startled, but recovered quickly. "Hey, fuzzybutt, fancy meeting you here tonight. What's with this outfit? Looks like you're in one of your 'moods'."
Stephen took a seat across the table from his friend and his grin turned wicked. "I am," he replied. "I don't know if it's the full moon, or if it's just been too long, or what, but I'm planning on getting sleeeeeeazy tonight." His voice dropped into a low murring tone the leopard instantly recognized, and "Hot Spots" answered with a leer of his own. "But I'll get to that later. Or maybe I should say, 'we'. In any case, how've you been, Lenny? I haven't seen you in a while."
Lenny's smile turned a bit strained and he took a large swig of his own drink. "I've been better," he said blandly, and motioned for the waiter. The raccoon sauntered over, took Lenny's order with a smile, and proceeded back to the bar.
Stephen's expression turned serious. "What's the matter, buddy?" Lenny sighed and tried to look away, but Stephen's concerned face and beautiful blue eyes held him.
It didn't take long for Lenny to give up. "Aww, hell. Misery loves company. You know that panther I've been seeing lately?" Stephen nodded, and Lenny went on. "Well, it turns out he's a married male- to a fem, with kids even. Bastard was just using me to get back at something his wife did. I was just a warm hole that he wasn't married to, and male to boot, just to piss off his wife. I didn't bother to get the whole story. Fucker strung me along for months; hells, I thought he was Mr. Perfect...." Lenny's voice started to break, and Stephen put his paw over his friend's and gave a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, buddy, you okay?" Stephen asked seriously. Lenny looked at his friend and took the wolf's paw into his.
"Yeah, man, I'm fine, or I will be, eventually. I'm sorry to dump my personal problems on you..."
Stephen interrupted. "Don't apologize, Leonard, I *did* ask. You know you can dump on me anytime. That's what friends are for, right?" The raccoon returned with Lenny's drink, but the wolf stopped his friend when he reached for his money. "This one's on me, bud," Stephen said, and paid the waiter himself.
"Thanks, man," Lenny said gratefully, then cracked another smile. "Maybe I need to get a little sleazy too, with the right furs this time, and for the right reason." The leopard massaged his friend's paw gently, and Stephen grinned.
"Feel like going Downstairs? " the wolf asked.
Lenny's grin turned lusty and his eyes shone. "Let me finish this drink," he answered, "and I'll be right behind you...or in front, or on top...hells, maybe all of the above, and then some!"
The pair quickly downed their drinks, stood, and walked together towards a fairly unoccupied area of the club. A bouncer was standing watch there, a huge Grizzly, nearly seven feet tall unshod, which, like most of the patrons and other employees alike, he was. He wore only faded jeans, tight in the seat and crotch, and his bare bear chest rippled with muscle under the fur. His face, while calm, spoke louder than words that he would harbor no foolishness in the club on his watch. "Heya, Big Mikey," Stephen greeted the huge bear.
Big Mikey's eyebrow quirked and his muzzle turned into a barely perceptible smile. "Hiya, Steve. Hey, Lenny," the bear rumbled in a deep bass that could literally shake the walls if he let it-and there had been times he'd had to. "Going DownStairs tonight?"
Stephen and Lenny both nodded, and Mike led them towards a small counter in a darkened corner of the vast common room. Mike stepped behind the counter and held out his paw. "I need to see 'em before I can let ya in, Boss's rule."
"We understand," Lenny replied, as both he and Stephen fished in their pockets for what the bear wanted. They each pulled out and placed into the bear's huge paw a plastic card, roughly the size of a credit card, with a small dark square in the center. Mike placed one of these into a slot on the countertop, and looked at Lenny. The leopard placed his thumb on the counter next to the card, and a small light on the countertop flashed green. Lenny took back his card, and Stephen went through this process as well. Mike's smile widened a bit as he did something with the console and the artfully concealed door opened in the wall behind him.
Lenny went through this door first, but Stephen stopped and turned to face the huge bouncer. "What time do you get off tonight, big guy?"
Mike grinned down at the shorter wolf. "My shift ends in about fifteen minutes," the massive grizzly rumbled. "As to when I get off, I guess that depends on the situation DownStairs. Now get outta here, I can't keep this door open long." Stephen flashed the bear a grin, thanked him, and headed through the door, closing it softly behind him.
The secret door opened into a narrow staircase, leading down into the building's basement. About halfway down the steps stood Lenny, with an odd expression on his muzzle. "Flirting with Mikey? The first time you came here, you were scared to go near him."
Stephen chuckled. "That was before my first time down here." The pair both laughed and continued down the stairs.
The staircase ended in a wider area that resembled a locker room, with rows of small lockers. Most of the lockers were the standard small lockers found in gyms everywhere, but with an electronic lock with a small display and a card slot designed to accommodate the cards they'd used to gain entry into the area known as DownStairs. Stephen selected a locker whose display read "UNUSED", placed his card into the slot and pressed his thumb against the small print scanner on the lock. There was a small beep, and the locker popped open. Stephen placed his keys and wallet into it, and started to remove his shirt.
"Don't," Lenny purred softly, placing a paw over his friend's. "I want to do that myself...inside." Stephen grinned and closed his locker, looking to make sure the lock held his card securely until he released the lock with his thumbprint, while Lenny secured his valuables in another. The two males embraced, pulling one another into a passionate kiss that lasted quite some time. They finally broke the kiss, and smiled lustily at one another.
"Let's go see who's doing what to who down here," Stephen murred.
Lenny agreed excitedly, and the two went arm-in-arm through the wide door in the far end of the locker room, into what most patrons of the lower facility called "the Hub". This large, semicircular room was comfortably furnished, with several large couches and many thick, decadent-looking pillows scattered about. Occupying these at the moment were perhaps some twenty-odd male furs of various races, all of them nude, aroused, and enjoying one another's company to put it mildly. One golden retriever, in particular, was having a great deal of fun with the wolf behind him, the fox beneath him, and the tabby cat in his muzzle. Another group consisted of a large, handsome rottweiler and a tiger wearing a cowboy hat, a rainbow bandanna around his neck, and nothing else; their performance had earned them a sizable crowd of onlookers and several wet stains in their fur, none of which they seemed to mind. Small tables were scattered about almost randomly, each bearing an assortment of various lubricants, flavored and unflavored, as well a few toys here and there. A large-screen TV dominated one wall, displaying a film of other males engaged in similar activity, to which several of the patrons pleasured themselves or each other while watching. Several doors in the wall around the room led off to other rooms, some of which offered privacy, or more elaborate equipment for various assorted kinks. One wall had a small bar, which served drinks and snacks to furs not otherwise occupied, or seeking a break from the festivities. A slender, wiry fox in a very skimpy speedo tended bar. Currently, he had no customers, and he watched the activities in the center of the room with obvious interest. His speedo had long since failed to hide his erection, and he sat on a stool behind the bar, stroking himself slowly. He smiled at the two newcomers, and waved hello. "Hey, guys, nice to see ya, even if I'm not seeing all of ya yet." The fox's leer was shameless, and he continued his slow masturbation as he greeted Stephen and Lenny. "Can I get ya anything?"
Stephen returned the fox's grin lecherously. "No thanks, Todd, looks like you've got your paws full already. Careful there, you know your boss won't like it if he sees you with cum in your fur while you're on duty."
Todd's grin got even wider. "Don't worry, I can always find a willing recipient whenever I'm ready to shoot."
Stephen laughed, then turned to the leopard on his arm. "In here, Hot Spots, or do you want to take it private?"
Lenny looked to his lupine companion and began to lead him to the nearest couch. "In here, fuzzybutt. I want an audience for this."
The two gravitated to the couch, and began kissing again. Their tongues danced, their mouths making soft noises of pleasure. They embraced, paws roaming freely. Lenny slid his paws underneath Stephen's shirt, running his fingers through the wolf's soft, white fur, sliding the shirt up slowly to reveal the broad chest barely hidden by the thin fabric. Stephen busied himself by pulling up on Lenny's tank top, sliding one paw up the cat's slender stomach and the other down into his shorts.
Lenny did not fail to notice this rather direct act by his friend. "Already going for the gold, are we?" he laughed. "I hate to interrupt, but at least let me get this shirt off you before you go any farther." Stephen smiled back and held up his arms, allowing the leopard to slide the shirt off over his head. The garment was tossed aside with a negligent flip, and Lenny took a moment to admire his friend's build. "Damn, but you're hot, Steve," the cat purred.
This remark caused Stephen to giggle and strike a bodybuilder's pose, muscles visibly moving beneath the fur. He was rewarded with some applause from the other males in the room, as well as a few rather lewd suggestions, most of which he'd already intended to do anyway.
"You're a ham," Lenny laughed. "Now stand still and let me finish stripping you." With a sensual slowness, the leopard stepped closer to his friend and teasingly undid the wolf's top button. Stephen watched his friend work, the bulge in his shorts growing more prominent as the leopard's paws came close to his crotch. Lenny slowed his pace, taking his time and carefully undoing each button of the wolf's fly. He then leaned forward, burying his nose in the fur just above the wolf's waistline, as he reached around to undo the button on the tail flap. With all fasteners undone, Lenny slowly slid the skimpy shorts down, revealing to all present his wolf buddy's fully erect and throbbing seven-inch maleness. "Hot damn," the leopard purred, "does this thing ever go down?"
"Not without a good reason, Hot Spots," the wolf replied. "But now it's my turn to strip you." Stephen kicked his shorts aside and pulled his friend back to his feet, stripping off the tank top. Casting it aside, he caught his friend in a tight embrace, murring softly as their bodies touched fur to fur. Stephen kissed his friend hotly, sliding his paws down to the waistband of the Lenny's shorts. The catch on the tail flap was no obstacle, and soon both males stood totally nude, to the great appreciation of the others in the room. They continued the embrace for some time, kissing and rubbing their bodies and their cocks against each other, smearing their precum over the organs and into their fur.
Stephen stepped back, grinning lustily at his buddy. "So what do you want, Hot Spots?"
Lenny looked thoughtful for a moment, then glanced downward and purred. "First, I wanna suck you off," he answered, guiding the wolf backwards to sit on the couch. "Then I want to fuck you cross-eyed, spooge all over you, and lay back and watch you have your fun for a while. Finally, I want you to bend me over, fuck me silly, and tie to me with that thick knot of yours."
Stephen laughed, and rubbed a paw over Lenny's ears, scritching them gently. "You know what I like, don't ya, kitty?"
Lenny replied to this with a kiss, then proceeded to lick and nuzzle his way down the wolf's wiry body, giving special attention to the areas he knew were most sensitive to touch. He spent quite some time nibbling on his partner's nipples, eliciting a moan from the wolf squirming pleasurably beneath him. Eventually, Lenny made his way down to Stephen's crotch, and gently wrapped the fingers of one paw around the erect shaft, which was by now oozing pre freely.
Stephen smiled down at his friend. "Go on, Lenny. Stroke it, suck it, whatever you want."
Lenny squeezed the wolf's shaft firmly, making his friend yelp. "Don't rush me," he chided with a smile. "I want to make sure I get this right." He then proceeded to lick his friend's shaft like a lollipop, before sliding his muzzle over the wolf's throbbing rod to deliver a blowjob of the highest order.
It wasn't long at all before Stephen, excited by the thick scent of male arousal in the room and the sight of the handsome leopard going down on him, clenched his teeth together and grasped at the couch cushions, grunting out his orgasm. Lenny purred around the twitching, throbbing shaft in his muzzle, hoping to enhance the sensations even as he eagerly swallowed as much of his friend's love-juices as he could. Pulling his muzzle off the slick shaft slowly, Lenny grinned teasingly up at the wolf. "That didn't take long," he teased.
Stephen soon regained his breath, and cupped his friend's chin gently in a paw. "That was just Round One, sexy," he replied before leaning down and kissing his friend passionately. There was a round of applause from the pawful of other males who had watched the display of skillful fellatio on Lenny's part, the loudest from behind the couch. Breaking the kiss, Stephen looked up into the face of Mike as the bear smiled down at him over the back of the couch. "Hi there," he said up to the huge bear.
"Hi yourself," rumbled the huge grizzly, his muzzle split by a mischievous grin. His thick paw slid down Stephen's shoulder to massage the wolf's chest with a surprisingly gentle touch. "Did I miss anything?"
"Just the shortest blowjob I've ever given in my life," quipped Lenny, who was sliding his paw up the inside of Stephen's thigh to poke a finger gently at his friend's tailhole.
Stephen responded by pinching the leopard's ear a bit firmly. "You know I shoot quick the first time if I'm really excited," the wolf replied. "Besides, no male alive could last long in that hot muzzle of yours."
"Flattery has already gotten you everywhere with me, handsome," said Lenny with a laugh, "but feel free to dispense it all the same."
Mike couldn't resist a laugh at the bantering. "So what's next on the agenda?" the bear asked.
Lenny, meanwhile, had slowly been working a finger into Stephen's ass, pushing and twisting it gently. Stephen responded to this by spreading his legs wider to allow the leopard better access. "I'm gonna get fucked but good," the wolf answered, then glanced up at the bear again, grinning wickedly. "Maybe more than once."
Mike murred, a rumble that came from somewhere deep within his thick ursine chest. "That's a very real possibility, cutie."
Lenny purred softly, smiling at the two other males. "At least let me get him stretched out a bit," he joked, sliding a second finger into the wolf's tight hole slowly, causing the wolf to moan a bit. "That monstrous meat of yours could tear him apart!"
"It didn't last time," Mike replied, standing to his full height and laying the meat in question over the back of the couch. The bear's cock was already hard, its eleven-inch length thick and ridged with crisscrossing veins, the rounded tip oozing precum. Stephen turned to gaze at the organ, and grinned lustily, his tongue reaching out to tease the thick shaft.
"Let's move this to the floor," Mike suggested, "if you guys don't mind. The back of this couch is just gonna get in the way." The other two males heartily agreed, and the threesome moved over to a pile of thick cushions on the floor. Stephen laid himself out like a willing sacrifice, arms and legs spread wide and a wicked smile on his muzzle.
Lenny couldn't resist a giggle. "Silly wuff," he laughed, then sank to his knees and, with a bottle of lubricant from a nearby table, resumed his finger-probe beneath the white wolf's tail.
Mike also went to his knees, facing the other two males, with his immense cock within easy reach of Steve's tongue. He pressed down on the base of his sheath, angling his huge meat down towards the wolf's waiting muzzle, and was very soon rewarded for his efforts by the sensation of the end of his rod being licked and massaged by Stephen's lips.
Lenny purred softly as he watched his friend begin to fellate the huge bear, and his fingers twisted and probed teasingly, eliciting a pleasurable squirm and a soft moan that came out around the half of Mike's dick that Stephen had drawn into his muzzle.
The bear grinned at Lenny wickedly. "Make him moan again, that feels good." Lenny complied eagerly, his free paw squeezing the wolf's scrotum gently, and watched the hunky bear's reactions as Steve moaned louder.
The wolf worked as much of Mike's immense cock into his muzzle as he could manage, and bobbed his head up and down the thick shaft, massaging it with his tongue and the muscles of his throat.
Lenny's eyes went a bit wide as he watched his friend deep-throat the vast bearcock. "Damn, buddy...for a wolf, you're one hell of a cock hound!" Stephen replied by wiggling his rump playfully, and squeezing his friend's fingers with his tailhole.
Mike pulled his thick cock away from Steve's muzzle slowly, and leaned down to kiss the wolf gently on the nose. "Feels good, man," the bear rumbled, "and someday I'm gonna have to let you suck me completely off, but right now I want to watch Lenny fuck you 'fore I pound yer ass m'self."
Stephen returned the kiss with a lusty smile. "You got it, big guy." He turned his gaze to the handsome leopard fingering him, and lifted his hips. "Hey, Hot Spots, howzabout you replace those fingers with something a little thicker?"
"You got it, sexy," Lenny purred, removing his fingers and scooting himself forward to rub the tip of his cock teasingly against Stephen's tailhole, smearing his pre over the already well-lubed pucker before pushing himself forward, pushing his tip in past the tight ring of muscle. He pumped himself in and out of the wolf's hot body at a slow, measured pace, and leaned over his friend's body to kiss him firmly on the muzzle.
Stephen moaned with pleasure as the leopard's cock entered him, and returned the kiss hotly as he wrapped his legs around his friend's waist, locking his ankles and pulling his friend into him. "Fuck me, Lenny," he implored as the kiss broke for a moment. "Gimme all that dick, hard and fast!"
Lenny complied eagerly, driving his cock deep into his friend's body with each fierce thrust, plunging with such force that the wolf's entire body rocked on the cushions. Their display of wanton lust was not lost on Mike, who still sat on his knees near Steve's head, slowly stroking himself as the other two males mated. Precum oozed freely from his immense cock, and he allowed the rivulet to drip from his shaft onto Stephen's face fur. The scent and feel of bear pre only seemed to fuel the wolf's libido, and Stephen pulled his feline lover into him with ever-wilder abandon.
The cat's body tensed, trembling, as the furious pace continued. "Gonna cum soon, sexy," Lenny grunted, and Stephen replied by squeezing the invading shaft hard with his tailhole.
"Pull it out and shoot that nasty fuckin' load all over me, Lenny," Steve implored, unlocking his legs to permit his friend to comply. The leopard did, pulling his cock from his friend's ass and taking aim. He was just in time; his body wracked with orgasm less than two seconds later, his cock erupting to splatter his seed over Stephen's belly, chest and face. The wolf lay there, muzzle wide open to catch any stray drops, and Mike leaned over to rub his paw through Steve's splattered fur, then licked traces of leopard spooge from his fingers. Lenny slumped to lie atop his friend as his orgasm subsided, and he hugged the wolf tightly, regardless of - or perhaps, because of - the mess in his coat. Stephen hugged back, nuzzling the cat tenderly. "Thank you, Lenny," he murred softly into the leopard's ear.
Lenny quickly regained his breath, and licked a trace of his own seed from Stephen's chin with a smile. "Any time, handsome."
A sound from above Stephen's head got their attention, and the both looked up to see Mike golf-clapping, a grin on his muzzle. "Great show, guys."
Stephen gave the bear's oozing cock a lick and a squeeze with his paw. "Audience participation is encouraged, big guy," he murred suggestively.
Lenny gave his friend a soft kiss on the cheek and rolled off, scooting over to one side to get a good view. Sitting back comfortably, he took one of the toys, which closely matched the size and shape of Stephen's cock, and a bottle of lubricant. "Carry on, gentlemen, I'll just be over here preparing myself for the Grand Finale." Smiling in response to the lusty grins of the wolf, bear, and numerous observers, he generously applied the lube to himself and worked his tailhole with his fingers, much as he had done to Stephen earlier.
Stephen sat up and turned to Mike, his paw stroking the bear's immense length. "How do you want me, big guy?"
Mike stood and embraced the wolf tightly, lifting him from his feet. "Hold on to me," he rumbled. Stephen threw his arms around the bear's neck, thick arms braced up his legs, and huge paws guided his hips. He felt the head of the immense cock press against his still-slick tailhole, and forced the ring of muscle to relax in order to admit the huge rod of flesh. Mike pulled Stephen down onto his cock gently, and murred deeply as he slowly entered the wolf's body. "Mmmh...yeah," the bear moaned, "Tight ass on my dick, you feel good, wuffie."
Stephen shuddered with pleasure as the immense bear penetrated him so carefully, and he nibbled gently at a round ear. "You feel good inside me, Mike," he replied softly. "Now fuck me with that giant dick."
Mike slowly accelerated the pace at which he pulled and pushed on the wolf's hips, and Stephen moaned as he clung to the huge bear. Lenny watched the elaborate display of carefully applied strength with a lusty smile as he began to work the dildo he'd chosen into himself.
Stephen rode Mike's vast cock eagerly, as the bear buried his muzzle in the wolf's cum-splattered chest fur. "Harder," the wolf moaned, "Pound my ass with that monster cock!"
"You want it, you got it, handsome," Mike replied, and proceeded to impale Stephen at a pace that shook the wolf's entire body. He watched the wolf's face carefully, but Stephen's expression showed no pain, only lusty bliss, and Mike abandoned all restraint. He lowered Stephen gently to the cushions, lifting the wolf's hips so as to be able to fuck "down" into the wolf's body, adding his own mass to the muscle behind the thrusts.
Stephen cried out ecstatically, shouting encouragements to the huge bear. "Fuck yeah, gimme all that dick! Fuck me hard an' flood my ass with hot bear cum!" Stephen tightened his sphincter around the bear's immense cock, hoping to drive his large partner over the edge.
He didn't have to wait long. The bear gave vent to a thunderous roar and buried himself deep inside Stephen, who moaned wit pleasure as he felt the thick bear cock erupt inside him, flooding his body with such a vast load of bear seed that a trace escaped him, oozing out around the huge shaft.
Mike bucked his hips gently as he panted, grinning down at the wolf smiling up at him. "Maybe it's good I pulled outta yer muzzle, feels like I might've drowned ya."
"I can think of worse ways to go," Stephen replied with a chuckle.
A moan of pleasure attracted their attention, and they turned to gaze at Lenny, who was fucking himself steadily with the dildo while pinching his nipples with a free paw.
Mike kissed Stephen's forehead gently and puled himself slowly out of the wolf. "Looks like he's about ready for ya. I gotta go find some towels."
"Don't miss the show, bud," Steve said, nuzzling the bear gently.
"Don't worry, I most definitely won't!" Mike grinned, and padded off in search of a few towels.
Stephen carefully slid over to the leopard, placing his paw over Lenny's on the sex toy. Lenny looked up at the handsome wolf; his eyes were alight with lust...and something more? "Stephen," Lenny purred, "make love to me..."
Stephen kissed his friend passionately, laying back and pulling the cat over himself. He laid the used plastic penis aside, hugging Lenny tightly as the leopard straddled his waist. "Gladly," he murred, settling the tip of his member beneath Lenny's tail.
Lenny sat up, slowly sliding himself down the wolf's thick shaft, his eyes locked with Stephen's. Paws roamed slowly over furred bodies, as wolf and leopard focused only on one another. The Hub might as well have been empty for all they cared, and neither one noticed Mike's return with a pawful of towels, nor did they react when he collected the used toy, wrapped it in a towel, and took it behind the bar for cleaning.
Lenny rose and fell upon Stephen's wolfhood, moaning softly as the thick knot threatened to press into his body and lock them together. Stephen's paw wrapped gently around the leopard's erect rod, stroking slowly along its length. Neither fur spoke; the only sounds were moans of lust and pleasure. Words were unnecessary.
Lenny grunted as Stephen's knot pushed past his ring of muscle and locked into his body, and the leopard squeezed the base of his friend's shaft and bounced, tugging at the thick knot. Stephen's paw twisted and squeezed over Lenny's cock, the organ throbbing under his fingers as the cat's second orgasm neared.
Leonard wrapped his arms around Stephen's torso and embraced the lupine tightly, moaning ecstatically as his cock erupted once again, spilling his seed onto his friend's chest and belly. The scent and feel of the leopard's shuddering orgasm drove Stephen over the edge, and his howl reverberated throughout the Hub, causing every eye in the place to turn towards them. Lenny purred deeply as he felt the wolf's orgasm flood his body, spreading the warmth throughout his entire being.
They lay there for some time, basking in the afterglow, and Stephen nearly blushed as the applause caught their attention. Lenny's smile was like the rising sun, and he kissed his spotted friend passionately.
"That was beautiful, guys," rumbled an immense voice, and the two looked up at Mike's grin and accepted the beers he offered greatfully.
"Thanks," said Stephen, as the three clinked bottles. "Cheers."
They sat and drank in silence, then Lenny carefully rose, pulling gently off Stephen's knot with a wet-sounding pop. The three of them giggled, and Stephen rose as well. "Thank you for a wonderful time, Mike."
"No problem, guys," the bear replied with a grin. "You two need to hit the showers."
Grinning wickedly, both cum-smeared males hugged the big bear, spreading the mess into the grizzly's coat. "So do you, now," Lenny laughed.
"Not yet," Mike rumbled. "I plan on getting a lot messier before the night is over."
The wolf and leopard smiled at him, and padded off across the thickly carpeted floor to the door to the showers. Wordlessly, they took turns soaping each other over with the fur shampoo, scrubbing and rinsing the evidence of the night's festivities out of their coats, and both luxuriated shamelessly under the fur dryers.
They passed through the Hub again, stopping briefly to glance around the room and collect their scattered clothing. Stephen pointed out Mike with a smile, observing that the crowd around the big bear would most definitely fulfill his plans for spoogey stickiness.
Once in the locker room, both males slipped into their shorts for modesty's sake, but neither seemed inclined to put their shirts back on. That would pose no problem, as the Staircase's dance floors often abounded with shirtless males. Stephen retrieved his wallet and keys, and closed the locker, clearing it for another user and pulling his passkey from the slot. He turned to Lenny and realized the leopard was watching him, and seemed a bit nervous. "You ok, buddy?"
"Steve, do you mind if I stayed with you tonight? I don't trust myself to drive at the moment," he broke off and sighed, looking slightly forlorn, "and I just don't want to be alone tonight."
The wolf hugged his friend tightly, planting a soft kiss on the leopard's cheek. "You know you're welcome in my home, and my bed, at any time, buddy."
Lenny returned the hug, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry, Steve...I've just been dumping on you all night..."
"Shh, it's okay, buddy. I'm here for you, whatever you need."
"You're too good to me, Stephen," Lenny seemed on the verge of tears. "We've been friends for years, and you've given so much to me...You helped me come out to my family, comforted me when my father died, you were the first male I ever had sex with, and through it all I feel like I've never given anything back."
"You've given me plenty, buddy," Stephen replied warmly. "You've made my life a lot brighter. Really."
"I realized something tonight, Steve," Lenny responded. "I guess I should have figured this out years ago." He gazed intently into the wolf's eyes. "You love me. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, and I'm sorry I didn't notice it before...but I love you too."
Stephen couldn't speak. He felt as if his heart would burst from his chest at the acknowledgement he'd never in his wildest dreams hope to hear, and he hugged the leopard who'd become the most important thing in his life tenderly.
"Why didn't you say something a long time ago, Steve?"
"I wasn't sure how you'd take it, buddy. I figured you'd say something eventually, but until you did, I was perfectly content with your friendship."
"And the occasional groin-grinding?" Lenny joked.
Steve smiled warmly at the leopard. "Yeah, the sex was good."
"Was?"
"Okay, is. You're an incredibly sexy guy, and I was honored to call you my friend. I'm overjoyed now that I can call you my lover as well."
Lenny ran his fingers through his lover's chest fur, and smiled. "We have a lot to talk about, but it's late, we're both tired, and this locker room is hardly the place to plan out the rest of our lives."
Steve kissed Lenny soundly, then whispered into his ear. "Let's go home."
\~Fin\~ |
High School Days Ch 21: The Consequences of Love by Teiran | #21 of High School Days - Suicide is not something that can be taken lightly, and I hope that with this story people will see the effects a suicide can have on a family. When someone decides to end their life, whether to escape something or because they feel they are worth nothing, they leave loved | [
"Fox",
"Highschool",
"Hyena",
"Kangaroo",
"M/M",
"Plot Development",
"Raccoon",
"Rat",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9764-high-school-days-ch-21-the-consequences-of-love | Suicide is not something that can be taken lightly, and I hope that with this story people will see the effects a suicide can have on a family.
When someone decides to end their life, whether to escape something or because they feel they are worth nothing, they leave loved ones behind with nothing but pain and sadness. This is a story about what happens to the people who know and love someone who has decided to give up on life.
To those of you considering the path Todd chose in a moment of despair, I want you to know something. No matter how bad things are, no matter how terrible life seems, remember this fact:
You mean something to someone, and that person will miss you when you are gone. Do not give up on life, because there is always hope.
I want to thank Ryobreed and Alex for helping me edit this chapter. They have been a huge inspiration and help with the last few chapters.
And now the annoying warning message: This story deals with sex between males, in graphic detail. If you're not over 18, this is illegal for you to even look at, so stop right now. If homosexual content is not your cup of tea, you can leave the tea party. The characters and story are copyright Teiran's player 2006, do not redistribute without permission. Otherwise, enjoy! -Teiran
\====================== High School Days Chapter 21:
The Consequences of Love
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Keith murred softly as he woke up and shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs of sleep. The wolf pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, stretching his back out like he did every morning. He pushed down on the bed, arched his back and yawned loudly; his jaws open wide so that all his teeth gleamed in the morning sun. The gray wolf's ears flattened against his head involuntarily. He shook out his tail and then the rest of his body, fluffing his fur slightly as he sat up on his knees. Keith's paws rubbed his chest sleepily, his lips smacking a bit as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and smiled. He hadn't had such a good night sleep in a long time. It felt...
Keith opened his eyes wide and gasped a little as Todd's lingering scent triggered his memory. The wolf put his paws up to his nose and breathed in deeply. Keith laughed as the rich, earthy scent of fox musk filled his nose. Todd's scent lingered on his fingers and fur, which was matted and stuck together in places from the fox's cum. Keith laughed a little more, his tail wagging back and forth as he relived everything that had happened the night before in his mind, every moment he had spent with the fox. Every moment he was inside his lover. It filled him with a bright, warm feeling and he yipped with joy. Keith was grinning ear to ear as wide as he could as he bounced naked out of bed. He had never felt so happy in all his life. He rushed to his phone and called Todd, fingers eagerly twisting the cord he was so excited at the idea of hearing the fox's voice again.
The phone rang and rang, but no one ever answered. Keith looked at the receiver in confusion when the answering machine at the Hayes house picked up the phone. He licked his nose and left a rather eager message for Todd to call him. Maybe Todd's family had gone out for breakfast.
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Michael Hayes waited patiently beside the nurse's station in the Hadenview Intensive Care ward. While it had been hours since it happened, his ears were still ringing from the sound of his wife's scream and his heart still thumped in his chest. The hospital staff moved around the fox without comment, and the scent of blood and bleach filled Mr. Hayes's nose. At first the various nurses who worked this station had demanded to know who he was, but now they passed him by without even a word. They knew there was nothing they could do for him. All he could do now was wait.
As he waited for the doctor to see him, the first few heart wrenching moments of the morning repeated themselves over and over in his head. He remembered the fear that clutched at his chest at the sound of his wife's scream, how he had rushed up the stairs and met his wife at Todd's bedroom door. The way she threw herself into his arms and screamed that their son was dead still made his tail fluff out.
Todd's body had been so heavy in his arms. Michael had been crying when he picked up his blood-covered son, just trying to prove to himself that Todd wasn't really gone. His son's body had been covered in so much blood. His nose had been dry to the touch, and when he forced them open Todd's blue eyes were vacant and glassy. Mr. Hayes had almost given up hope when he saw Todd's chest rise weakly, and relief flooded his heart when his fingers found a weak pulse at his son's throat. The drive to the hospital had been the worst twenty minutes of his life. His wife cradled Todd in the passenger's seat of their car and he drove like a bat out of hell. Michael still had his son's blood all over his shirt, the dark brownish red a sickening contrast to his otherwise red and white fur.
Now he was just waiting; waiting for an answer as to why this had happened. A few feet away, separated by four inches of plexiglass and a maze of tubes, wires, and monitors, his son lay unconscious on a hospital bed. A respirator smoothly forced the young fox's chest to expand, keeping him breathing as IV's provided his son with much needed blood. Michael and his wife had donated blood for their son immediately after arriving. The On-Call ER doctor who had been assigned to Todd was an older looking otter in the traditional white lab coat. He stood beside the young fox's bed, checking Todd's vitals and test results with a nurse.
Michael sighed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers twitching as he waited. He had to know what caused Todd to do this. They had been in the hospital for nearly two hours now. The ER had worked so fast, giving Todd blood and cleaning the cuts on his wrists. He was in surgery minutes after they arrived to repair his damaged arteries.
Mr. Hayes felt like he had become a zombie. The smell of antiseptic and bleach was so strong his sensitive nose burned from it, but he did nothing about it. All his emotions had just abandoned him and he felt like he was waiting for death to come for him. He watched his son just lay there, waiting. Waiting as the doctors in the intensive care ward worked.
Eventually the otter left Todd's side and pushed his way out of the busy ward, pulling off his facemask. The older otter named Dr. Mitchell tried to force a smile as he said, "Mr. Hayes? Let's talk about your son."
Mr. Hayes cleared his throat, his ears flicking backwards as he nodded a little, and the doctor looked rather uncomfortable. "I think we have him stabilized now, thanks to you and your wife's transfusions. But..." The doctor swallowed a little nervously, checking his charts again. Mr. Hayes stared at the otter blankly. Nothing the doctor could say at this point would shock him. "But?" He said evenly, his emotions still numbed.
"Well Mr. Hayes, when a child Todd's age attempts suicide there is always a reason. State law requires us to do a lot of tests to check for drugs and the like. We don't normally do..." The otter hesitated, tapping his long tail against the floor as an orderly went by. The otter continued once the orderly was out of ear shot, "a rape kit on boys who come in, but one of the nurses smelled it on him and well..." the doctor faltered under the stoic gaze of Todd's father.
"I am well aware that my son is gay, Doctor Mitchell." Mr. Hayes said flatly, his tail twitching in just a bit of annoyance that this was delaying the doctor's diagnosis. "Please get to the point."
Dr. Mitchell nodded again, smiling a little weakly. "Ah, I see. Well then that makes things simpler. I don't believe Todd was forced, Mr. Hayes, the examination did not show any evidence of that, but your son did have sex with a male wolf sometime in the last few hours."
Mr. Hayes closed his eyes and hung his head. He pressed his paws to his face, and sighed slowly. It felt like the doctor had just set a 2-ton weight on his chest. He had the answer he was waiting for; this must be why Todd had done this to himself. Mr. Hayes sighed slightly because knowing why this was happening did not bring his son back, but it made things easier to deal with. This was all happening because Todd felt guilty about being happy without David. It had to be.
The otter continued when Mr. Hayes lowered his paws, "As far as his current condition goes, Todd has stabilized, but he's lapsed into a very deep coma. It may be the result of brain damage; lack of oxygen to the brain due to blood loss can be quite dangerous. I'm amazed he's still alive at this point, really. He cut himself quite deeply, and with no signs of hesitation. If you had been an hour later in arriving here, or if both you and your wife not been here to donate blood for him I doubt he would have survived." Mr. Hayes's tail twitched slightly, sickened by the idea that if his wife had listened to him and let Todd sleep late, his son would have died.
The otter checked his chart, now much more business like. "We'll have to keep him here, and he should be off the respirator soon. Then we can do some tests to see how permanent the damage is." The otter fell silent, and Mr. Hayes just nodded once.
"Thank you doctor." Mr. Hayes said softly, and turned and walked out of the ICU ward without another word.
The otter looked at the nurse behind the counter, "He was rather calm about that, wasn't he?" The doctor muttered.
The nurse behind the counter just sort of shrugged at the otter. "Takes all kinds, doctor."
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Mr. Hayes pushed his way out of the ICU and staggered a little as his wife plowed into him, her arms hugging his neck tightly. Mr. Hayes slipped his arms around her as she whispered, "Do not tell me he's gone... Don't." The vixen whispered fiercely as she stared into her husband's eyes.
"He's not dead." Mr. Hayes whispered softly, and he felt his wife collapse as all the tension left her body in one breath. "But he's in a coma."
Mrs. Hayes trembled, and she buried her face into her husband's chest. "Oh my god no... My poor baby."
Mr. Hayes hugged his wife gently; his paw softly petting her hair, a finger touching the vixen's flattened ears lightly. "I know. I know honey, but he's going to be all right now. You found him in time."
Mrs. Hayes began to shake violently, tears falling into her husband's fur. "Why did he do this? What could he have been thinking? I should have been there for him, been waiting for him to come home. I could have done something..."
Mr. Hayes held his wife as tight as he could trying to comfort her, but she looked up into his eyes in total despair. "I... I should have been there for him Michael." Her voice broke into a sob, "I know he hates rainstorms. I should have been watching him closer. I shouldn't have left him alone, I did this to him..."
"No." Mr. Hayes said with such ferocity that his tail fluffed out and his hackles rose up, his suit puffing out slightly as he bristled. Rebecca Hayes jumped as her husband clutched her tightly. "Todd did this to himself and it had nothing to do with us. Todd wasn't alone last night Rebecca."
"You did not cause this," Michael Hayes said with enough conviction that his wife stopped crying. Mrs. Hayes sniffled softly, staring at her husband's fiery green eyes. They left no room for argument.
"Todd was with a wolf last night Rebecca. He slept with someone of his own free will, and then did this to himself because of David. Not because of you." The fox pressed his muzzle against his mate's cheek, hugging her fiercely. "He survived because you found him."
Rebecca Hayes wiped away her tears, nodding gingerly as her husband held her tight. His arms made the world feel right again. "Is he going to, be alright?" She whispered in her husband's ear, a dull calm settling over them both.
"He will live." Mr. Hayes whispered back, rubbing his muzzle against hers affectionately as he stared into his wife's brilliant blue eyes, "and he will recover if we are there for him." Rebecca nodded solemnly, and they held each other for a long while as the Hadenview hospital moved around them.
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Keith's truck rumbled unsettlingly, the engine clunking as he drove down Todd's street. The wolf slowed down, keeping an eye on the couple of young kids who were playing along the side of the street with a ball. His truck sputtered, clunked, and rattled. The wolf sighed as the beat up old pickup spat a big cloud of smoke out of the tail pipe and died, coasting to the curb just two houses down the street from Todd's front door. Keith pulled his keys out of the ignition, shrugging slightly.
"Oh well, got me far enough." Keith said with a grin, grabbing the flowers he had bought and jumping out of the truck. Normally, having his car die would be a horrible start to his day, but not today. Nothing could ruin today. The wolf bounded up to Todd's front door with a happy grin.
The gray wolf rang the doorbell and waited, his tail wagging. He hid the dozen roses behind his back in case Todd was the one who answered the door. Keith tried to brush his head fur down, which wouldn't stay put, and he fluffed out his tail as it wagged back and forth. He couldn't wait to see Todd's face when he gave him the flowers. Todd hadn't picked up the phone earlier, but he would be home by now and Keith had the whole day planned out.
First they were going to the mall, and then Keith was going to take the fox to a movie and dinner and everything. They might even make another stop at the lookout point again. Keith blushed, his ears lying down flat as his sheath swelled at the thought of what they might do together again. He was going to make Todd so happy. Keith waited on the porch, his wagging tail barely expressing the joy he felt. Time passed, and nothing inside the Hayes house moved.
He rang the doorbell again, and it seemed to echo through the house. Keith peered through the frosted glass of the Hayes's front door. The fox's front door had a big oval shaped piece of glass set in it, and the wolf's ears flicked backwards as he lifted himself up on his toe claws so he could see inside. His paw pads began to sweat as he looked and looked to see if anyone was coming to the door, but there was no one there. He could see lights on in the kitchen, and the pots and pans on the stove made it look like someone had been cooking something, but no one was there now.
The wolf waited, unsure what to do now, his tail drooping as the minutes crept by. Keith began pacing in small circles on the porch, glancing through the carefully carved glass every few moments and ringing the doorbell anxiously. Keith's ears perked up as the sound of a car driving into the back of the house reached them. He grinned, almost bouncing in place as he hid the roses behind his back and rang the doorbell again. He could see someone moving towards the door from the inside, and the face of Mr. Hayes appeared through the glass as Todd's father got close to the door. The older fox frowned and unlocked the door.
Mr. Hayes held the door open only a few inches, his muzzle barely peaking out of the open door. "Yes Keith?"
"Can I see Todd, Mr. Hayes? I've got a surprise for him." The wolf barked happily, and Mr. Hayes could just make out a cluster of flower stems peeking out from behind the wolf's back.
The red fox flicked his ears backwards as the wolf gave him a big dopey grin. The boy looked so happy and he was trying to keep his tail from wagging too hard. Keith must be the wolf Todd had been with the night before. How could he tell the boy what Todd had done after their night together? The older fox felt his tail droop as he said, "Yes, I can take you to see Todd."
Keith blinked, his head tilting to the side in confusion. The young wolf's ears drooped just a bit and his tail stopped wagging. Mr. Hayes watched as nervousness crept into Keith's happy face, the wolf's big grin wavering just a little. He knew something was wrong. "Where is he?" Keith whispered.
Mr. Hayes told Keith what had happened, and the wolf's roses fell from his paws to the ground, forgotten. The wolf choked, his eyes watering as he nearly collapsed, but Mr. Hayes caught him, giving the wolf a much-needed hug. The red rose petals scattered across the porch as Mr. Hayes took Keith inside, and blew away in the wind.
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Keith squeezed Todd's black furred paw, just below where the white bandages stopped. He sniffled just a little bit as he stared at the fox's bandaged wrists, but he did not cry. He had not been able to cry. The wolf put his nose to the fox's small paw pad and sniffed, trying to catch Todd's scent. He pressed Todd's paw to his cheek, trying to recapture the feeling of Todd touching his face.
The smell of disinfectant filled the small hospital room and covered up Todd's familiar scent. The fox's fingers did not grip his muzzle. The wolf licked Todd's paw pad, and only barely caught the taste of the fox he loved. Keith closed his eyes and wondered why this was happening.
Mr. Hayes had driven him to the hospital without any questions. When he got there, Mrs. Hayes had let the wolf take Todd's one free paw. The fox's other paw was cut much worse, and had been immobilized to keep it from being damaged should the fox wake up.
Todd's parents understood why he was there. They didn't ask him questions or accuse him of anything, or shout that he had no right to be there after what he had done. They had both just hugged him gently and left the room, letting him be alone with the comatose fox for a few minutes.
Now that he was alone with Todd, Keith had no idea what he was supposed to do. The fox he loved was just lying there, breathing laboriously with the help of a respirator. Most of his face was covered with a mask of tubes designed to keep him breathing and hydrated. Keith knew he should be crying, that at least made sense, but the wolf could not bring himself to shed tears. It just felt like all his emotions had become stuck inside his chest, trapped behind something that prevented him from thinking right or even breathing deeply. It was all too much for the wolf to handle.
Keith wanted to cry. He tried to. The whole way to the hospital, Keith had sat silently in Mr. Hayes's car, his eyes blankly staring at the scenery as it passed by, wishing he could cry. He had wanted to howl, to scream and shout out in anger and anguish, and yet he could not make his muzzle work. No words formed on his tongue, and no tears flowed. He felt nothing but a tight, stabbing pain in his chest where his heart was that made it hard to breathe and prevented him from so much as speaking.
The gray wolf leaned against the hospital bed, the metal bar on the side digging into his throat as he buried his face in the sterile sheets wrapped around Todd's body. He wanted to die inside. He had done this to Todd. How could he have hurt the fox so badly that Todd had tried to take his own life? What kind of man was he, that he let his lover do this? The wolf wanted to fix it somehow, to go back in time and spend the night with Todd instead of leaving. Anything, just so he could keep the fox safe even from himself. But Keith could not do that; he could not undo what Todd had done. All he could do was sit here beside the fox he loved, as a respirator and medicine kept Todd alive.
There was a shuffling sound, the door opened and words were spoken. Keith wasn't sure who said what, or to whom. He just sort of looked up as if coming out of a daze when a gentle, but firm paw came to rest on his shoulder. The wolf's muzzle tilted up towards Todd's father with tears in his eyes, silently begging the adult for answers. The older fox just squeezed his shoulder and began to pet between Keith's ears gently.
"It's going to be alright Keith." Mr. Hayes said simply, his eyes not on Keith but on Todd's still form. "This isn't your fault. Really, it's not Keith. You have to understand, Todd had been alone for too long." The older fox paused, and he petted Keith gently on the face. The older fox looked Keith right in the eyes when he said. "I'm glad you were with him at least once. He needed someone like you."
Keith put his ears back as the fox's paws stroked his head fur again, the older fox's words unlocking something in the young man. The wolf turned around and pressed his face into the older male's stomach, and Mr. Hayes held the wolf gently as Keith cried his heart out.
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Keith's truck pulled up to the curb outside his house the next day, his paws trembling on the wheel. He had spent the night at the hospital, taking turns holding Todd's good paw with Mrs. Hayes. Keith had lied to his parents when he called home and told them he was spending the night at Todd's house. It had been true in a fashion.
It had gotten easier to be by his side once they took Todd off the respirator. At least, it had seemed that way. Seeing Todd's slim muzzle without all those tubes shoved in his throat and nose... Keith shuddered a little at the thought. It had been hard to look at Todd like that, and the wolf was very glad Todd was off the life support. If the fox was strong enough to breathe on his own, he might recover one day.
Mr. Hayes had driven him back to his truck and helped the wolf fix it, but the drive home had been murder on the wolf's emotions. The inside of his truck practically reeked of Todd's scent. The smell of Todd's musk drove the wolf to tears and he nearly wrecked his truck twice as he drove home. Keith got out and leaned against the side of his truck, trying to calm down a little before he went inside. The wolf brushed the tears from his eyes as the sun began to set over the rooftops of his street.
Keith looked down the row of cookie cutter houses that made up his street, every fifth house exactly the same as the sun sunk below the horizon. Further down the street, a few cubs were playing in a yard under the watchful gaze of a neighborhood mother. Keith watched them for a while, as the young boys enjoyed a game of tag and the girls sat off to the side and played with their dolls. They were so happy in such an innocent way, and he could hear them laughing as they played. The wolf wiped his eyes again and let out a rattling sigh. He squared his shoulders and went up to his room, avoiding his parents entirely. He needed to get some sleep. He had school tomorrow after all.
Keith lay down on his bed, and the young wolf cried into his pillow when he realized he would not be picking Todd up in the morning.
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The sun was just cresting over the rooftops on Alan's street when Keith pulled up to the curb on Monday morning. Alan climbed into the battered truck with a big grin that Keith didn't even notice. The rat turned towards his friend and posed on one knee to show off his new look. He straightened his leather jacket, adjusting it so Keith could see how cool his new clothes looked. "You like the new look?" Alan said happily, teeth showing as he grinned. He even ran a paw through his head fur so the newly cut bangs fell into place over his eyes.
The wolf just sort of glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but he obviously didn't really see the rat. Keith muttered numbly, "Looks good," as he popped the truck into gear again and hit the gas.
Alan shifted back into a sitting position as the wolf drove off, a little faster than normal. "Okay..." Alan muttered, sitting back down normally. He cast a sidelong glance at Keith, a little freaked out by the wolf's strange appearance. He would have been annoyed that the wolf couldn't be bothered to even notice his own new look, but Keith just looked like shit this morning. The wolf's fur was matted all over, as if he hadn't brushed it after sleeping the last few days. He wasn't even wearing his football jacket, just a dirty looking shirt that, from what the rat could smell, he had probably been wearing all weekend. He even smelled funny, vaguely like antiseptic and ammonia. The creepiest part was that the wolf's eyes were so blood-shot they seemed to glow red instead of their normal soft blue.
They drove in silence for a long while, and Alan found himself fidgeting nervously. Keith wasn't talking, and Alan didn't know how to ask what had happened to the wolf. Something had obviously happened, but Alan had no idea what. He hadn't talked with the wolf all weekend. Then the rat caught the scent of fox in the small truck cabin underneath the wolf's scent, and he realized that they were already crossing the bridge heading into Hadenview without picking up Todd. Hoping to break the tension, the rat asked, "Aren't we picking up Todd today?" It was obviously not the right thing to say.
Keith yelped and swerved at the mention of Todd's name. Keith slammed on the brakes as horns blared and oncoming cars swerved to avoid the wolf's truck as it skidded into oncoming traffic. The truck's tires squealed as the wolf fought for control of the truck as is swerved towards Lake Haden, giving Alan a up close an personal look of the drop to the water below. Alan grabbed the dashboard and the rat swore like a sailor as the truck weaved back and forth like boat caught in a storm. Both boys were trembling by the time Keith got the truck back into the right lane. Alan stared at the wolf, his mouth open in shock. Keith looked just as shocked, like he was about to have a heart attack. His fur was bushed out and he gripped the steering wheel tightly with a wild look in his watering eyes.
"He's not feeling well." The wolf said in choked whisper. The anger and fear rolling off him was palpable in the wolf's scent, and Alan relaxed slowly as the wolf kept the truck on the bridge and out of the oncoming lanes of traffic. Alan shifted uncomfortably on the seat and looked out the window, his heart thumping in his chest. Whatever had happened to the wolf over the weekend, it had definitely involved Todd, and Alan was not going to ask about it again.
At least, not while Keith was still driving.
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Alan waited until Keith pulled into the school parking lot and found a space to park. The rat cleared his throat as the wolf turned off the truck. "Alright, what the hell's wrong with you this morning Keith? You nearly got us killed back there."
Keith's paws tensed on the steering wheel, his fingers gripping the leather tightly enough that it creaked. He looked for a second as if his body had locked in place. His ears were pressed flat against his head and he was breathing slowly. The wolf's tail even slid across the seat and pressed against his leg, as if it were trying to curl up between his legs. The wolf stared straight ahead out the windshield, refusing to look Alan in the eyes. "I... it's just..." He started to say something more and then feel silent.
The wolf hung his head in shame. Keith wanted to tell Alan what had happened, but how could he? Alan had been his best friend forever, since they were both pups, but the rat would never understand this. He would just get angry that Keith cared about Todd more than him and then probably freak out that the wolf was a tail raiser.
Plus, the conversation was only going to make him cry and he could not deal with that right now. Too many people would see him if he started bawling in the school parking lot. It would get back to the football team or a teacher, and then there would be a lot of questions he did not have the strength to answer today.
Keith drew in a shuddering breath to calm himself down. "I can't Alan. Not, not now." The wolf looked at Alan, with big, bloodshot eyes and pleaded, "Can it wait till after school? I'll tell you everything on the way home."
The rat's muzzle dipped downward in an all too familiar frown. "How about once we get home? I don't feel like going for a swim in the lake." Keith blinked, staring at his friend for a moment before he realized that the rat's lips were actually curved into a slight grin at the edges of his muzzle. Keith laughed just a little for the first time in days as the rat patted his shoulder, "Come on wolf, we're going to be late for class."
They climbed out of the truck and Keith followed Alan up the hill towards Hadenview High. Alan scrambled up the hill that separated the parking lot from the high school easily, dodging through the trees growing on the hillside to the small turn around where parents dropped kids off in front of the main stairs to the school. On the steps leading up to the building kids were waiting around for their friends before heading into class.
Keith jogged after his friend, and when he crested the hill he got his first real look at the rat's new appearance. Alan's hair was cut different, and instead of a jet-black color the rat's head fur seemed to shine in the light, glimmering with the hint of a rainbow in the morning light. His bangs fell across his eyes in a really seductive way and his black leather jacket set off his gray fur perfectly and went nicely with his new black jeans. They were real black too, not the dusty faded black everyone else wore. The rat was all slick, jet black and waves, and his t-shirt had a rippled blue pattern. The rat's whole body seemed to be framed by clothing just caught in a gust of wind or a wave, as if he had just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. He looked amazing, and Keith was embarrassed to find that Alan's look turned him on a little.
"Whoa, when did you get those clothes Alan?" Keith asked as they crossed the courtyard in front of the school towards the steps that lead up to the main building.
Alan laughed, turning around so he was walking backwards, "This weekend. I got to hang out with a couple of really cool guys and they helped me pick it out. They made me get a whole new look so I can join their band." Keith smiled, his ears perking up just a bit as Alan spun in place to show off his new look. He hadn't seen Alan smile, like actually smile, like that in a long time.
"Wait, you're joining their band? I thought you wanted your own." Alan rolled his eyes, but he kept smiling. "Yeah well, they're already playing clubs and stuff. Besides, they really want me to join and I like the name, so..." the rat sort of shrugged, as if to say it wasn't that important.
The wolf smiled at the rat, "Well that's cool, when do they play next? Maybe I can see you play with them..."
"Hey Keith!" Alan and Keith flinched as the voice boomed across the small courtyard. They both turned as Kyle and Nick came up over the hill together. The tiger ruffled Keith's short head fur from behind, his big orange paw covering the space between the wolf's ears easily. "Missed you at Leon's party on Friday, where'd you go?"
Keith was forced to duck a second time as Nick ruffled his head fur from behind just like the tiger had. The big black wolf paw covered Keith's face for a second as he and Kyle walked by. "You've got to come to Leon's next bash man, we still have to celebrate your touchdown." The bigger wolf padded away with a flick of his tail as the two jocks walked up the stairs and into the school.
Alan frowned at them. "Jerks," he muttered. The rat's muzzle bobbed in acknowledgement towards David as the kangaroo padded up behind Keith, who was straightening his head fur. "Hey David. This is my friend Keith." Alan said extending a paw towards Keith.
David sort of just nodded at the wolf, but Alan was a little surprised that Keith stopped straightening his fur, dropped his paws to his sides and turned on the kangaroo with his mouth slightly open. David eyed the wolf a little strangely and said, "Things work out with Shane, Alan?" to Alan casually, glancing around the courtyard as people passed them by.
The rat grinned, his whiskers spreading out as he showed off his new jacket. "I'll say. I think he wants me to join his band." David nodded, "Yeah he said he liked you. So..."
Keith did not hear the two of them as they continued to talk. He was fighting just to keep breathing as he stared right at the kangaroo from Todd's picture. David was taller now and his frame was filled out with lean muscles, but the eyes and ears were the same. The last two years had not been kind to the baby faced kangaroo from Todd's pictures, but it was definitely the same guy. Keith choked on his words, his mind racing as he forced himself to speak. "You're David?" Keith barked, his voice strangely high pitched. "David Weathers?"
The kangaroo squinted at the wolf, "Yeah... why?" David took a step back from the suddenly growling wolf.
Keith's hackles rose, and he wanted to jump the kangaroo right then. It was pure instinct that told him to do it. David was his rival for Todd's affections, the reason Todd was hurt, and Keith would not lose the fox without a fight. Keith's heart leapt into his throat at the thought of Todd, and his growl died. He had already lost Todd. The fox had chosen David in a rather dramatic fashion, and now the kangaroo didn't even know what had happened. He couldn't know.
Alan felt his tail stiffen as Keith growled at David, the wolf's hackles rising up as his tail bushed out. Keith was balling up his fists as if he were about to explode in anger.
David did not get mad, he just dropped his backpack and rolled his shoulders to loosen them. The kangaroo had the look of someone who had done this before, and if Keith started a fight then David would respond. Alan took a step back from them both as David squared off across from the wolf. Alan's ears flicked backwards as the two bristled at each other, Keith angry and growling while David was calm and posed to strike. "Wait, what's going on?" The rat said, paws held out a little.
"You're Todd's David?" Keith almost shouted. The wolf looked like he was about to hyperventilate he was gasping for air so fast, as his angry tone turned into an almost desperate bark. "You're here?"
Alan squeaked and scrambled a few steps backwards when David lunged forward and grabbed Keith by the wolf's shirt. The wolf yelped too as David got right up close to his face, but the kangaroo still wasn't angry. Instead he was suddenly very, very desperate.
"You know Todd?" the kangaroo asked, nearly shaking Keith as he shouted, "Where is he?" The wolf whimpered, his paws grabbing the kangaroo's arms as David lifted him up almost off the ground by his shirt. One gray paw reached out and touched David's face as if he were checking to make sure the kangaroo was real. David bounced in place once, shaking the wolf again, pleading, "Where is he?"
The kangaroo's heart was racing, and he felt like he was about to faint. This wolf knew where Todd was! The joy in David's heart made him bounce in place, and he gingerly set the wolf back down so he could talk.
Alan glanced back and forth between the two of them. Keith had his paws on David's muzzle and he was panting so hard he was wheezing. He looked like he was going to burst into tears or faint.
David was the exact opposite. His eyes were wide, and he was gasping for air too, but he looked like he was about to go wild with joy. "Please you have to tell me, where's Todd?" David said excitedly, his words running together as he stepped back a little, fidgeting in place so badly he almost hopped off the ground.
"David, how do you know Todd?" Alan asked. Both boys turned their heads and stared at Alan like he was an idiot. Both of them glanced back at each other, and then stared at Alan again. Alan flattened his ears and glared at them both. "What?" the rat asked, his tail whipping back and forth as they went back to ignoring him and glared at each other.
"Where is Todd?" David demanded quietly.
For a moment the two larger boys just stared at each other, their chests puffing out as if they were testing each other. Alan's eyes flicked back and forth, watching them stare each other down. Keith's gaze was full of anger and shame while David's eyes were almost pleading and filled with so much joy. The wolf looked away first, and started to speak just as the bell for class began to ring.
All three boys jumped and looked up at the Hadenview High School building. Keith growled as the bell stopped ringing, signaling they had only five minutes to get to class. "Screw class. Come on." Keith waved for David to follow him and then dashed towards the parking lot. David took off after him without a word to Alan, leaving his book bag behind, completely forgotten.
Alan watched as they both ran down the hill, taking the steps two at a time. Keith was pushing his way through the crowd of people coming up the stairs like a linebacker and David followed in his wake, leaping over anyone the wolf knocked down as they raced for the wolf's truck. Before the second bell even started, the wolf's beat up pickup was peeling out of the parking lot.
"What the hell was that about?" Alan shouted after them as he flared out his whiskers in anger. The crowd filed into the school for class, some of Alan's fellow students even rubbing their shoulders. Alan picked up David's fallen book bag and headed for class. Before lunch was over, everyone would be talking about the scene Keith and David had caused.
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Keith stood in the hospital elevator beside David. The wolf kept his head down, not sure exactly what he was supposed to do now. All the anger he had felt at seeing David at his own damn school had passed on the way to the hospital. The kangaroo had only been in town a week. How could he have known where Todd was? They had no classes together. David had no idea where the fox had moved. Keith could tell just by the way the kangaroo bounced at the thought of seeing Todd again that he would have found Todd immediately if he had known where to look. After that realization, his anger with David had just melted away and left a hollow sadness in his chest.
David's happy mood had dissolved just as quickly once they reached the hospital, and somehow that made it even harder for Keith to do this. The wolf couldn't bring himself to tell the kangaroo what had happened, but he couldn't deny him either. All he had said was Todd had been in an accident. Keith didn't know what he was supposed to do. Well, what he was really supposed to be doing was going to Physics. Instead, he was watching a kangaroo he'd just met, the kangaroo that had captured the heart of his lover, the damn kangaroo he was taking to see Todd, have a nervous breakdown.
David was bouncing up and down as he paced back and forth, the kangaroo's shifting weight disturbing the elevator's smooth ride. The wolf could smell the fear rolling off the kangaroo as David wrung his hands, his thick tail slapping against the ground and the wolf's legs. The brown kangaroo was shaking all over as he sniffed and held back tears. The kangaroo stopped pacing, bouncing slightly in place in front of Keith. "Has he talked about me? Does he still... love me?" David whispered. Keith looked up into the kangaroo's big green eyes, so filled with hope and yet so full of dread.
Keith wanted to slug the kangaroo's snout as hard as he could. He wanted to tackle David right here and fight him for the right to love Todd. He wanted to yell, to scream at the kangaroo and drive him away but he didn't. He couldn't. Todd had made his choice and he loved David. The fox had been rather dramatic about that. "Yes... He still loves you." Keith muttered bitterly, looking away from the kangaroo. A smile started to form on David's muzzle, and he almost asked another question but the ding of the doors opening startled him so bad he jumped clear off the floor.
David hit the ground running. The rooms flew past him and he skittered around a corner, following the room numbers higher and higher as he dodged past nurses and orderlies. He had to find Todd; he had to see him again. He rounded another corner, saw the door to room 317, and grabbed the handle. "TODD!" He yelled in delight, crossing the room in a single bound as he opened the door, landing beside Todd's bed.
David barely noticed Todd's mother in the corner, who let out a yelp of shock as he burst into the room. He ignored the small tubes feeding the fox oxygen thru his nose, and the IV's in his arms. He didn't remember the cold nights alone, he couldn't feel his scars from the academy, he didn't care he was missing class or that he was in a hospital. None of it mattered. All he saw was the sleeping form of his lover beside him.
Todd's face was just as he remembered it and there was a slight smile on his lips. His scent was still earthy and rich despite the smell of antiseptic, and it made David's heart beat faster as it brought back so many happy memories. The fox's fur was still silky soft like a kit's and his tail was still too large for the rest of his body, the fluffy appendage hanging over the side of the bed like a big poofy flag. David's heart ached and he could feel tears running down his face as he laced his fingers with Todd's, his heart bursting with joy just to hold Todd's paw again. They were finally together again. David squeezed the fox tightly, his chest pounding as he nuzzled the fox happily, oblivious to all the people around him. He'd finally found Todd.
David caressed the fox's muzzle to wake him up, whispering his name again. "Todd, wake up baby." The kangaroo's smile didn't fade when Todd did not wake up. "I'm here, I found you. Oh god I love you so much," the kangaroo whispered a little louder, leaning in close to rub his snout across the fox's muzzle, giving the fox a soft kiss on the cheek. "Time to wake up, Todd." David whispered as he stared into the sleeping face of the male he loved. The kangaroo's paw squeezed the sleeping fox's paw as hard as he could as he kissed Todd gently.
He rubbed Todd's paw, leaning over the bed so his face was right next to Todd's, their muzzles rubbing together. "Come on Todd, this isn't funny, wake up..." David kissed the fox on the lips again, but Todd's muzzle just fell to the side under his touch, his head moving limply. David shook the fox's shoulders slightly, "I'm here... I love you... Wake up..." David nuzzled the fox harder, "Please Todd wake up, please... I'm here Todd... You've got to wake up...I'm finally here... I found you..." the kangaroo's cheek brushed against the fox's, leaving streaks of tears in Todd's fur as David began to cry in fear. The kangaroo closed his eyes and squeezed the fox's paw as tightly as he could.
Todd's paw did not squeeze David's back. The fox's eyes did not flutter open. The only sign Todd was alive at all was his chest rising and falling as he labored to breathe and the beep of a heart monitor. David blinked, staring for a moment at the fox's still face, his smile fading slowly as the kangaroo's fingers brushed against the bandages on Todd's arm.
"No... oh god no..." David whispered, and he glanced around he room in desperation, searching for some sign that he was wrong about what happened. The kangaroo stared at the thick white gauze wrapped around Todd's wrists, fear rising in his chest. He had seen bandages like that on some of boys back at the Academy, the ones who could not find a way to deal with the hell they were living in. He knew what they meant.
Mrs. Hayes was crying loudly, her eyes red as she looked away from David and buried her head into her husband's shoulder.
Mr. Hayes closed his eyes in pain and the older fox hung his head in shame, his ears pressed flat against his head as he comforted his wife.
In the doorway, Keith refused to meet David's gaze, his arms crossed protectively over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe, tail tucked firmly between his legs.
David felt his heart break as he looked back at Todd and the bandages on his arms that meant Todd had tried to kill himself.
"No... This can't be happening." David brushed his paws across the fox's face, the soft red fur running through his fingers. David could feel someone moving behind him, but they didn't matter. "You can't do this Todd, you've got to wake up. Please Todd..." David blubbered, "Wake up Todd...!" David felt his knees give out, and he collapsed against the bed, his face buried in the chest fur of his silent lover.
"WAKE UP!" David screamed into Todd's chest, a cry of complete desperation that drowned out the busy sounds of the hospital. A deep stillness settled over the tiny room, as it died away, and was filled only by the kangaroo's muffled sobs and the beep of the EKG.
David felt a paw rest lightly on his shoulder, and he looked back at Todd's father as Mr. Hayes squeezed his shoulder gently from behind. "David... I'm so sorry David..."
"When did it happen?" David whispered quietly, his arms sliding around the older fox's neck as he stood up. "When did he do it?" David sobbed softly, knowing full well what his lover had done.
"I'm so sorry David," Todd's father whispered, "He cut his wrists Friday night."
David had never heard such a chilling, sorrowful statement in his entire life. Mr. Hayes's voice sounded as if the older fox was dead inside, as if all the light in his world had gone out. His lips moved and he was standing there, he was even hugging David back but he was as lifeless as his son was. David understood exactly how he felt.
David pressed his face into the older fox's neck and whimpered, "Why? " Mr. Hayes looked away from David, and the kangaroo's paws gripped the fox tight. "Tell me! Why would he do this? What made him?" David's muzzle brushed against the older fox's as the kangaroo pleaded with the only male he had ever looked up to.
Mr. Hayes met David's gaze, tears running through the red fur on his cheeks. Telling David this hurt the fox badly. "He thought he had lost you. He gave up hope of being with you again."
David's tail slapped against the ground as it went limp, his ears fell out to the side. He stared into the older fox's eyes, choking on his emotions. Mr. Hayes grabbed the kangaroo swiftly, guiding him to a chair as the kangaroo's knees gave out again.
David whispered, "He did this... because of me?" The kangaroo's muzzle twitched, his paws shook, and tears ran freely down his cheeks as he sat beside Todd's mother. He gasped and gave a long drawn out shudder before he began to sob.
David howled again, a wordless cry of anguish, but this time Mr. Hayes was there. He knelt down to put his arms round the young kangaroo and hugged him fiercely. David collapsed into the embrace, struggling for air as grief overtook him. "Noooo... this can't be happening... I found him... We're supposed to be happy." David's fingers dug into the suit the older fox was wearing as the kangaroo hugged Todd's father tightly. "Please..." He sobbed quietly. "Tell me this isn't happening. We're supposed to be happy."
Mr. Hayes closed his eyes as David sobbed into his chest. The kangaroo's body was shaking uncontrollably as Mr. Hayes whispered, "I'm sorry David... I should have protected him better." Mr. Hayes let the tears fall from his eyes as he held onto David. "I'm sorry son." He whispered, petting David's head.
"What... what am I going to do?" David sobbed, his eyes flicking wildly back and forth, "This is my fault! I, I should have found him faster! He was right here, I was so close..."
"NO!" Mr. Hayes barked, and everyone in the room flinched except for Todd. "You did not cause this. NO ONE caused this." The older fox shot a glare around the room, meeting his wife's blue eyes and Keith's blood-shot ones before the wolf ducked his head again.
"You could not have found him faster than you did, David. If that were even possible, you would have." Mr. Hayes hugged the kangaroo firmly, "You are never going away again. You are part of this family, and we are not losing you again. Understood?"
Mr. Hayes hugged him tightly, and David felt Mrs. Hayes take one of his paws in a tight grip. He looked at her, and her eyes were filled with a sad joy to be reunited with one son while losing another. David drew in a shuddering breath and hugged the foxes tightly, closing his eyes in pain. It felt so good to be hugged by family again.
David had found his home again, even though he had lost Todd at the same time.
Keith looked away from the scene of shared grief as the Hayes family comforted each other. He slipped out of the room and around a corner, rushing away from the room. The wolf collapsed into a chair in a waiting area a short distance away, his chest aching as he tried not to cry. No matter how much he loved Todd, no matter how much he cared about the fox's happiness, he was not part of that family. He was not the lost son returning home. He was the 'other man', the one who caused all the pain the Hayes family felt now. The wolf pulled his knees up to his chest, hid his face under his arms and wept silently. Alone.
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Mr. Hayes walked out of his son's room and closed the door as his wife sat David down and started to talk with him. He glanced through the tiny window in the door, watching as David sat beside his son's sleeping form. The kangaroo had not stopped crying since he had arrived. He was taking things much worse than Keith had.
The older fox straightened his shirt, which was rumpled from the poor boy's hugs and made his way to the nurse's station. He waited till one of the nurses looked up at him. "Yes?" The wolf behind the counter asked.
"That boy who just came needs to be put on a suicide watch." Mr. Hayes said quietly.
The nurse frowned, her ears twisting backwards a little. "I'm afraid you don't have the authority to request that. You're obviously not his father."
Mr. Hayes stared at the older wolf woman for a moment before putting his paws flat on the counter top and lifting himself up eye level with her. He leaned in close to her, and she leaned back in surprise. The fox's green eyes had a fire in them that did not look pleasant.
"Madam, two years ago I failed to protect that boy from his 'father'. My own son is in a coma now because of that fact. I have not seen David in two years because I failed him once before, and I will not fail him again because of you." The fox waited for a moment, and the wolf blinked in surprise at the sheer anger in his words. "Do you understand?" Mr. Hayes said in a quiet growl that sent shivers down the spines of the nearby nurses.
The wolf nodded and called a doctor. Within five minutes, an orderly was stationed outside Todd's room to make sure David did not follow his lover's example.
Once he arrived, Mr. Hayes walked away from the nurse's station, away from his son's room, and away from all the despair. He stood in the hospital waiting room, just to calm himself down. After a moment, he noticed Keith curled up in a chair in the corner. The older fox frowned slightly, watching the gray and white wolf as he cried by himself. Mr. Hayes went over to him, and sat beside the distraught wolf. Keith looked up just a little when the fox's paw touched his head, and then he put his head back down and continued to cry, as Mr. Hayes just sat besides him and petted his fur gently.
It was the only thing he could do for the poor wolf.
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David sat in the chair beside Mrs. Hayes, crying softly into her shoulder. The fox's ears flicked backwards, and she tenderly caressed the young kangaroo's face. "David honey?" She said quietly after a while.
David sniffled softly, lifting his head up a bit, "Yeah?" He said, his voice sounding really weak.
"Where are you staying? Is there anybody I can call for you?" The vixen's eyes narrowed slightly, and her paw stroked the side of David's muzzle, wiping away some of his tears, "You're not, living with your parents are you?" The concern in her voice was deep, and the hint of worry made David smile into the fabric of her shirt.
David shook his head slightly, sniffling a little as he pulled back from her shoulder. "No, no they... they sent me to a special school where..." David choked for a second and his face flushed. He did not want to tell Mrs. Hayes what had happened to him in the last two years. The thought of Todd's mom being disappointed in him made the kangaroo's stomach twist into knots, but the vixen just nodded slightly and hugged him tenderly. "I'm in a foster home now." David whispered.
"It's okay honey, you don't have to talk about it." Mrs. Hayes wanted to know, but she was not going to press David right now. The way David looked said everything she needed to know. The last two years had been hell for him, and she did not want him to relive that now. "Let's just call your house okay? Let them know where you are."
David nodded slightly. "Okay," the kangaroo sniffed as Mrs. Hayes handed him the room's phone. David stared at the phone as Mrs. Hayes left the room to speak to her husband. He started to dial Mrs. Perez, stopped and then hung the phone up and dialed the one person he actually wanted to talk to instead.
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Shane's cell phone rang at probably the worst possible moment.
The raccoon nearly leapt out of his fur as his phone buzzed and shook in his jacket pocket, and everyone in the conference room turned and looked at him disapprovingly except for JD. Shane flattened his ears as JD's eyes flicked to him for just a second, but the hyena did not stop and interrupt his presentation further. This was too important to stop. This was their final pitch for the new band to the Diamond Records executives. If things went well here, he would be the leader of a brand new band with a three record contract. If things went badly, the raccoon would have nothing.
Shane fumbled to turn his phone off, but when caller ID displayed the name of Hadenview Memorial Hospital's number on the raccoon's slim black phone, his eyes widened and he knew he had to take the call. There was no way to leave the room though.
The big conference table they were all seated at filled the room on the top floor of Diamond Studios downtown building. Ringed around it was a dour group of furs in black and gray suits. They were the corporate types that kept the books balanced and the paychecks on time. They managed the CD production and marketing campaigns. They were the lawyers who kept the censors at bay, the middle managers who made the business run. Bumping and jostling half of them just to get out of the room would make a lot larger scene than just taking the call.
Shane felt terribly uncomfortable in the room. He and JD had dressed up in the new clothes they had bought to show off the look their band would have. Shane was in thin mesh silk tailored to show off his died fur and JD was decked out in leather with short metal spikes and silver earrings. That made them the only people in the room not wearing a three-piece suit besides Derek Diamond himself. The Doberman wasn't even sitting at the table; he was lounging at the far end of the room in the corner eating an apple, one leg tossed over the arm of the comfortable chair he had plopped down into just before JD started his presentation. He had snuck in just as everyone had gotten settled, and had not said a word throughout the meeting.
Shane showed the phone screen to JD, and the hyena's earrings swung back and forth as he flipped his ears back and nodded at Shane once, not even breaking his carefully prepared speech. The raccoon spun his chair around and leaned into the back corner of the conference room. The raccoon's ears burned as he held the phone up to it. "Hello?" he whispered quietly, and he knew that every ear in the room was turned toward him, listening intently.
"Shane..." David's voice came onto the line, and the broken, desperate kangaroo's voice grabbed Shane's heart. "I found him... he's..." David's words broke into a short sob, and Shane felt like dying as he listened to the kangaroo cry his heart out.
"You found Todd?" Shane whispered, and the words sounded loud in the suddenly quiet conference room. The only other sounds were of JD talking and Derek taking a big bite out of his apple as Shane asked, "Where is he, are you both alright?"
"No..." David's voice broke and Shane could almost hear the tears rushing from his eyes. "He slit his wrists Shane... Friday night he just slit his wrists and..." David's crying was loud enough to carry over the speaker of the small cell phone, and Shane was sure that everyone in the room could hear the kangaroo's sorrow.
"Are you still at Hadenview Memorial?" Shane's voice was determined and calm. He was going to fix this for David if he could.
"Yes," was all David could manage as an answer.
"I'll be there in half an hour." Shane spun his chair around and got up. He leaned over JD's shoulder and gave a whispered explanation to the hyena. JD's eyes widened, and he glanced at Shane for a second, their eyes meeting for a moment. Shane rarely saw anything but confidence in JD's eyes. The hyena was always so cool, and collected, but in that moment Shane saw a flicker of fear in the hyena's eyes. The hyena's eyes became determined, he nodded his permission and he looked back at the executives as he whispered, "Go." to the raccoon. The raccoon grinned, knowing that JD would take care of things here and that the hyena understood perfectly how important this was.
Shane grabbed his jacket and made his way to the door, forcing a whole row of middle aged, portly executives to squeeze themselves closer to the table to let him past. One of the executives, a tiger who headed up marketing said, "Are you really leaving Mr. Hughes?" Shane did not answer him as he slid behind the seated executives and reached the door. "You realize, that this kind of behavior does not bode well for your chances of having a career with us?" the tiger continued, apparently quite happy to have found a way to sink this project.
Shane jerked the conference room door open and turned on the tiger. "If my career," the raccoon growled angrily, "means that I ignore a friend in the hospital and his lover who just slit his wrists, then you can take this fucking record deal and shove it up your striped ass." The anger in Shane's words lingered in the room after he slammed the door shut behind him.
The executives all shifted in their seats, squirming uncomfortably in the awkward moment as the tiger smiled triumphantly over at JD and then at Derek. JD just sort of sighed and sat down, while Derek let his feet drop to the floor. The Doberman got up with a chuckle, his square jawed muzzle splitting into an ear-to-ear smirk that rivaled his hyena friend from across the table. "You sure picked a lively one, didn't you bro?" Derek said, taking another bite of his apple.
JD just shrugged and grinned slightly. "Like you would do things any different." The hyena said, smirking slightly. JD tried to look as cool and collected as he could, but inside he was worried. Derek did things his own way, and even after knowing him for a lifetime JD was not always sure how the Doberman would react to a display like that.
Derek tapped the tabletop with his knuckles, and gave the marketing executive a sidelong look. The tiger smiled confidently, folding his paws in front of himself with a pleasant look of satisfaction on his face. The Doberman's lips curled upward into a grin. "Sign him." Derek muttered, tapped the table twice with his knuckles and turned to leave the room.
The tiger's confident smile dissolved, "But, sir, he's obviously not reliable! They don't even have the rest of their band chosen! How can we justify..." The tiger's fur fluffed out, and his eyes sought help from his colleagues as he tried to justify his position. "It's just not good business sir to..."
"Do it, Mr. Tines. Sign him, and whoever else he wants in his band." Derek said casually as he tossed the apple core in the trash. The executives squirmed slightly as the flustered tiger sputtered and tried to find an excuse. Derek ended the protest before it started. "Or you're fired." The door clicked shut behind the Doberman, and the executives in the room all sighed in exasperation, some shaking their heads wearily. JD shook his head and chuckled slightly, gathering up his presentation notes to follow Derek out the door. His friend was not easy on the men who wore suits and ties and kept his record label running.
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Shane got to the hospital room, and looked around it in trepidation. A slim vixen turned to look at him, and her head tilted a little to the side when she saw his purple head fur and rainbow tail. She looked Shane over carefully, but did not say anything. She just looked over at David
Shane caught his breath a little when he saw the kangaroo kneeling on the floor beside Todd's hospital bed, his head lying on the lap of the comatose fox. David was draped mournfully over the edge of his lover's hospital bed. It looked like it was a painting. It was as if someone had somehow captured the feeling of sorrow and thrown it onto canvas to excise the pain they felt in their heart.
Shane set the bag he brought down as David noticed he was there. The kangaroo lifted his head up and looked up at him, his fur matted with tears and his eyes blood-shot. The kangaroo stood up slowly as Shane put his arms around his friend's shoulders, and the kangaroo cried hard on the shoulder of the shorter raccoon. Shane patted the kangaroo's back, looking past David and down at Todd.
The raccoon had never met the little fox before; he had only heard David's loving descriptions. Shane had always been sure that if he ever met Todd he would hate the fox who held David's heart, but there was no way Shane could hate the little fox lying in front of him. Todd seemed so small in the big hospital bed, his muzzle pointed up in the air with a pair of oxygen tubes taped to the fur of his muzzle. He just laid there, arms wrapped in bandages and a heart monitor beeping in the corner. His long fluffy tail hung over the side of his bed, just limply dangling there. The raccoon was sure it was the saddest thing he had ever seen in his life. He looked back at David, and the kangaroo sniffled a little as Shane's paw gently caressed the kangaroo's face. David silently pleaded with the raccoon to comfort him somehow.
Shane smiled just a little and said, "You found him. He's going to be alright." The kangaroo dipped his muzzle a little bit, as the raccoon stepped back out of his embrace. "Now, when's the last time you ate, David?" The raccoon dropped his backpack, and smiled a little bit. "You need to eat if you're going to stay by his side until he wakes up." Shane turned to Todd's mother, forcing himself to smile widely at her, despite the pain he felt. "Would you like something Mrs. Hayes?" The vixen smiled slightly and nodded, as Shane moved a chair over to Todd's bedside, and David sat back down beside Todd.
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Hours had passed now, and Mr. Hayes had gone back to the room, leaving Keith to sit by himself, his face still buried in his paws. After Todd's dad left, no one had bothered him or asked him why he was there. The nurses had all seen him in the last few days, and they no longer needed to ask who he was. So everyone just left him alone with his thoughts and tears.
Keith felt someone brush his shoulder with something warm, and the wolf looked up to find a raccoon in a dusty black silk shirt holding out a hot sandwich and a cup of coffee to him. Keith blinked, staring at them silently "You going to take these, or should I eat them?" The raccoon said softly, a slight grin playing across his muzzle as he shook the purple head fur out of his eyes.
Keith took the food and unwrapped it, his nostrils flaring when the smell of juicy turkey and gravy sandwiched between warm French bread flooded his muzzle and made his stomach ache hungrily. The wolf began to eat the sandwich ravenously as the raccoon sat down across from him. He finished the sandwich in moments, before gulping down the hot coffee. The wolf choked as the burning liquid slid down his throat and the steam opened up his lungs and nasal passages.
The wolf's eyes watered in pain instead of sorrow, and his lupine nose burned with the overwhelming smell of coffee. He coughed, and the raccoon took the half empty cup away from him. "Careful, it's hot." He said, with a slight grin, crossing one leg over the other like a female would.
Keith blinked tears away from his eyes, coughed and thumped his chest with a fist, gulping the cool air in the hopes of stopping the pain. Tears streaked down his muzzle, but this time they were from the pain in his throat and not in his heart. "Oh gods..." he muttered, still gasping for air. "That was such a bad idea."
The raccoon laughed a little as the wolf huffed and puffed, "Just a bit." The two boys laughed a moment, and the wolf relaxed as the pain faded away, his feet coming to rest on the floor. They fell silent for a moment just watching each other, and Keith got his first real look at the raccoon. Keith didn't recognize him, but he seemed older by a couple of years and his head fur was a deep shade of purple that was obviously a dye job, and the gray rings of his tail were dyed as well so that his tail formed a rainbow with his hair, red at the tip and then up to his purple head fur. "Who are you?" Keith said quietly.
The raccoon smiled. "I'm Shane. I'm betting you're Keith."
The wolf nodded, rubbing his muzzle slowly in an attempt to dry the fur on his cheeks. He was suddenly embarrassed to be caught crying in front of a stranger, even it was a really effeminate guy. "Yeah I am. Do I you know?" Keith said a little bitterly.
Shane's smile slipped just a little. "No. I'm David's friend."
"Oh." The wolf muttered, his eyes flicking to the ground.
"Yes," Shane said softly, shifting in his chair and sipping from the coffee cup, "and from the way you were crying, I bet you are Todd's 'friend' too."
The wolf looked warily at the raccoon, wondering if the emphasis the coon had put on the word friend meant what he thought it did. Shane just smiled and flicked his rainbow colored tail back and forth with a slight smile.
The wolf turned his head to the side, blushing a bit as he covered his face and laughed in embarrassment. If that wasn't a dead give away that the coon was a tail raiser, nothing was. "Oh god..." Keith muttered, running a paw though his head fur. "This day just gets better and better."
"I bet it has," the raccoon said with a smile, "but look on the bright side. You can only go so far down." Shane said, looking down into the coffee cup. "Can I give you some advice?" the raccoon said quietly.
"Sure, why not?" Keith said.
"Let him go." Shane said with a great deal of sorrow in his voice.
Keith felt the anger well up inside him again, and he snarled. "No." The wolf's growl was so loud a nurse walking by jumped, and Keith shrunk under her glare and released the arms of his chair, where he had dug tiny grooves in the fabric with his claws. Shane however, did not even blink.
"Trust me Keith." The raccoon said quietly, "David has gone thru a lot worse than Todd did in the last two years." The raccoon shifted uncomfortably in his chair, arching his back a little as if he were in pain. "I'm sure about that. He did not give up on Todd then, even when he had the chance, and he won't now."
"Neither will I. I love Todd." The wolf growled, his tail lashing against the chair.
Shane raised his eyebrow at the wolf, "Yes, but does he love you enough to leave David?"
Keith just sat there quietly and fumed as the raccoon got up and walked away.
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The afternoon sun beat down on Alan as the rat waited by the curb for his bus as school let out. The rat sighed, fiddling with David's backpack, resigned to taking the bus home today. Keith had not been in any of his classes and he had not seen David all day either. Then he had missed all his friends at lunch because the stupid football coach thought his new jacket was against the dress code. It wasn't, and the principal even said so, but that didn't matter to Coach Riley.
Hoping to find out where Keith had gone, Alan had braved the locker room to ask Coach Townson if he had seen either of them, but the wolf hadn't. Alan rubbed the back of his neck, which still hurt from when Tyler Barnes had grabbed him and shook him hard enough to make the rat drop his books just for the fun of it on his way out of the locker room. "Stupid football team." He muttered.
Jeff and James padded their way out off the school and stopped by the usual spot.
"Hey Alan, where were you at lunch?" Jeff asked, squinting in the bright light as he hopped up on the low wall. "My new threads got me detention." Alan muttered bitterly, spreading his arms out so the foxes could see the jacket. "Hey, looks worth it." James said happily. "Did Todd come to school? We're supposed--" "--To do a science project with him." Jeff finished as his brother hopped up on the wall beside him. Alan flicked his ears backwards and shook his head, his earrings jingling slightly. "We didn't even pick him up this morning. Keith seriously freaked out when I asked him about it." "Oh." Both foxes said together, their ears flattening against their heads in unison. They glanced at each other, a worried look on their faces.
"What?" Alan muttered at them, confused by their reaction.
The fox twins looked very guilty, and Jeff said, "Um, nothing. We heard about the fight Keith got in this morning. Do you know why it happened?"
Alan hissed in annoyance at an otter as he zipped by on a skateboard and bumped into him and nearly knocked him down. "No, I don't know, and they didn't get into a fight. They just sort of, shouted at each other. I wish I knew why though, he and David just ran off and now I've got no way home." Alan brushed the dirt off the shoulder of his jacket.
Chris padded down the sidewalk towards them and waved hello. "Yo guys. How was your weekend?" The leopard gave a nervous laugh as he said the words, his whiskers twitching slightly.
Alan smiled and shook his head, letting his head fur fall into place just like it was supposed to, posing for Chris as he smiled up at the leopard. "Pretty good, yours?"
Chris did a sort of double take when he caught sight of Alan, and the rat thought he saw the big cat's smile crack just a little. The cat's rounded ears flicked backwards for a second, and Alan imagined he saw a blush creep into the leopard's spots. "It, it was fine." Chris muttered, looking away from Alan quickly. "Nice look," the big cat said with a slight cough, and the twins burst into laughter at them.
Chris and Alan shot the two snickering foxes a glare and they stopped smiling as their tails swished back and forth. A fur dressed all in black leather gunned a motorcycle past them and up the drive to the school, and Alan followed the rider with his eyes because he looked familiar. Then he spotted Kevin coming out of the school doors, but the dog did not look like he was going to come over and talk with them. "Hey Kevin!" Alan shouted, waving at the dalmatian.
Kevin turned his head when Alan called his name and spotted the waving rat. Kevin was about to come over and talk to him, but he noticed that Alan was standing right next to Chris. The dalmatian blushed and ducked his head before jogging away towards the parking lot, his head down and his tail tucked between his legs. Kevin headed for the parking lot without looking back once.
Alan sighed, his ears drooping a little, "Dang, I was hoping he could take me home." The rat muttered, and then he turned and looked up at Chris. "You heading across the lake tonight?" the rat said with a big grin.
Chris looked away from Alan and rubbed the back of his head, his tail flicking back and forth. "Well, um not really. I got to go guys. I'll see you all at lunch tomorrow." The big cat muttered under his breath and jogged off away from the group, his tail pinned to one leg. Alan grinned a little bit, and for just a second he was sure the leopard had been blushing.
The twins perked their ears up when the big cat turned the corner at the bottom of the hill, almost out of sight, before doubling back and heading for the parking lot. "Where's he going?" James said, straining his slim muzzle up in an attempt to see where he was going.
Jeff shrugged. "Not sure. He and Kevin are both acting weird."
Alan frowned at the twins, who were only slightly taller than him while sitting on the wall. "Yeah, well everybody is acting weird today. Which sucks, because now I have no way home."
"So you're looking for a ride, hot stuff?" A voice said loudly, and the motorcycle that had pulled up behind Alan gunned its engine. The twins yipped in surprise at the loud sound, and Alan turned around just in time to catch a black helmet in the gut. The rat laughed as JD pulled off his own helmet. "Come on Alan, hop on." The hyena said happily, patting the seat behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Alan said with a laugh, his paw passing over the chrome finish of the hyena's motorcycle. It was one of the massive bikes that two people could ride cross-country on.
JD's muzzle cracked into a wide grin, "Shane called me and told me your ride ditched you this morning. Now hop on, we haven't got all day." JD flicked his tail out of the way as the rat climbed up behind him, dropping his two bags into the motorcycle's side baskets. The rat whooped and hugged the hyena from behind as the hyena popped the kickstand up and gunned the engine, and the twins cheered at them as the bike sped away from the school and into the falling night.
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Alan's clothes whipped in the wind, and he felt like he was flying as JD's motorcycle raced down the street, coming to a stop at a traffic light that turned red. Alan laughed, patting JD on the chest and grinning though the plexiglass helmet at the hyena. "This is great!" Alan shouted, and the hyena's white teeth flashed under the plexiglass face of his helmet.
"Glad you're enjoying it! Now make sure to hold tight, I don't want to lose you off the back and make another trip to the hospital." Alan laughed as the hyena reached back and forced Alan closer to him, using the movement to grab the rat's ass rather lewdly. Alan didn't care, he just grinned and enjoyed hugging the strong male riding with him tightly. The rat could not believe how frightening and thrilling the ride was, especially because he got to hold onto JD in such an intimate way. Sure, there was leather and fabric between him and JD, but his slim body was still pressed close to the big, strong hyena. The ride was long, and Alan loved every second of it. As they pulled up in front of Alan's house, JD turned the bike off and popped the kickstand down.
Alan got off the bike and found his legs were trembling slightly. He pulled off his helmet as JD did the same, grinning like a fool as he stumbled a bit, laughing happily.
"Wow," the rat said, grinning ear to ear at the hyena, "That was awesome."
"Glad you enjoyed it." The hyena pulled his helmet off and flashed Alan a big grin, "I guess I'll be the one to pick you up when we have our band tryouts in a few weeks." The rat's smile widened. "You're having auditions soon?"
The hyena nodded slightly. "Yep, we got the green light today. I'm sure you'll make a great bass guitarist, if you practice those songs Shane gave you." The hyena laughed a little, poking Alan in the side slightly.
Alan grinned and laughed, his tail flicking happily back and forth. "That's so awesome, I can't wait to tryout." The rat smiled, because the way JD said it left little doubt that Alan would be part of the band. "Thanks for giving me a ride, I missed the bus and my Dad would have been pissed coming to get me."
The hyena's grin shrunk a little bit. "Hey it's cool. Sorry Shane couldn't drive you, he's a little busy right now." The hyena said happily, but it seemed like the words were forced somehow. Alan got the feeling that the confident hyena was hiding something from him.
Then a thought struck the rat, and he turned his head to the side in confusion as he handed the helmet back to JD. "Um, how did Shane even know I needed a ride? I mean Keith just ran off this morning. I didn't call Shane or anything."
JD's smile widened a bit, and now Alan was sure that the hyena was forcing the smile. "Well, that's a bit tricky I guess. He's with your friend Keith, and I'm sure he'll explain later..."
Alan blinked, and his paws tightened their grip on the black motorcycle helmet as the hyena tried to take it back. "When you first picked me up, what did you mean by 'go back' to the hospital? Is Shane at the hospital with Keith?" The rat's eyes widened, tail went limp, and his heart began to race when the hyena sighed deeply. "Is he alright, what happened?" Alan said quickly, and the rat realized he wasn't sure which of his friends he was worried about.
The hyena shook his head slightly, knowing he had said too much at this point. "Shane and Keith are both fine. It's just... complicated." The hyena said quietly, obviously hesitant to say more than he had.
Alan stared at JD, and after a moment the hyena's green eyes just watched him. "It's Todd." The rat said quietly, his heart going cold as he put the pieces together. "It's got something to do with Todd. He's sick, or something happened to him." The rat squinted at the hyena, who said nothing this time and Alan just nodded, his whisker's spreading out as he shouldered his bag and the kangaroo's. "You're taking me there. I've got to tell my Dad where I'm going, but you're taking me to the hospital. If you leave, I'll..."
The hyena's smirk was genuine this time. "Never forgive me, right. Just go deal with your dad," JD said casually, a real grin spreading across his muzzle as his eyes sparkled. "I'll be here when you get back."
Alan's smile flickered across his muzzle for a moment, and then he raced inside his house. JD sighed and leaned back across the seat of his bike, staring up at the clouds. It was going to be a long night.
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When JD and Alan got to the hospital, the nurses at the front desk directed them to Todd's room on the third floor. JD had been very calm when he told Alan what Todd had done, but the rat was really shaken that the fox was in a coma. Alan was even trembling a little bit, the rat's tail twitching back and forth as they walked to Todd's hospital room. When they got to the door, Alan peered in the small window, afraid to just go inside.
Inside, Todd was laid out in a hospital bed and the fox was obviously unconscious. Shane was sitting nearby, slouched in a large armchair in the corner of the room. Alan had expected to see Keith inside sitting in the chair beside Shane, but instead it was David who was talking with the raccoon. The kangaroo looked heart broken, as if he had been crying for hours.
Alan looked at JD when the hyena padded up close and leaned against the wall beside the doorframe. "David knows Todd?" the rat asked quietly, and JD said nothing as the rat continued to talk, "Is that why Shane's here? Shane and David are old friends but..."
JD shifted his stance a little as Alan peered back though the window. "They were more than friends once," the hyena said quietly, and Alan blinked in surprise. He looked back into the room just as Shane reached over and took David's paw in his, patting it gently as he spoke with the kangaroo. Alan was taken aback as the kangaroo leaned over and cried on Shane's shoulder, and the raccoon hugged him to comfort the kangaroo. Alan's mind raced as he watched the two sit with Todd. He knew the raccoon was gay, but David was on the soccer team wasn't he? He couldn't be gay.
The rat flicked his tail back and forth, the anxious feeling in his chest growing as he thought things through by talking, "What does that have to do with Todd? David seemed frantic to find him, like he... loved Todd..." Then Alan remembered how horrible Keith had looked, and the scent in his truck.
The rat jerked his head back from the window and looked over at JD in surprise, having finally figured it out. The hyena just looked back at him evenly, leaning sideways against the tiled wall, leather jacket open to reveal he was wearing no shirt underneath, his square muzzle tilted to the side a bit. The hyena's creamy brown fur didn't move, and JD's eyes stayed as fixed as the hyena's spots, locked on Alan's face.
"David and Todd were lovers, weren't they?" The rat said quietly, "Before they moved here, before Todd met Keith." and JD's tail just flicked back and forth. Alan licked his lips, afraid to ask his next question. "That, that's why Keith was so worried... Because he and Todd... were..." Alan shut his mouth, unable to continue as his tail began to lash back and forth.
JD's muzzle dipped downward, his eyes still on Alan's face, "Probably," the hyena huffed quietly, and in that one gruff word he confirmed everything the rat had said.
Alan closed his eyes and tried to breathe normally, but his nostrils flared wide as the anger built up inside him. The rat felt like he was going to be sick as he began to understand just why his best friend had been ignoring him while becoming so close to the fox. Keith was in love with Todd, and Alan hadn't even seen it.
It was bloody obvious now. The looks Keith gave Todd, why he drove out of the way to pick him up when Todd's parents were more than willing to take him to school. Keith had been acting different all year because he was falling in love, not because his new friends on the football team were changing him. Alan balled his paws into fists and closed his eyes tight.
The wolf had been changed all right, but in a totally different way than Alan had thought. The rat cursed under his breath, hating himself for not noticing Keith's affections for Todd. He had been too wrapped up in worrying about the wolf's lack of interest in him.
That made Alan feel like somebody had punched him in the chest because now, knowing the wolf was probably gay made his disinterest in Alan even worse for the rat. It didn't matter that Alan wasn't even sure he was gay himself, the idea that Keith might be gay too and wasn't interested in him hurt the rat badly.
The rat looked away from JD, gasping for air through clenched teeth. Alan pulled his arm back and nearly punched the door hard, but JD's paw snaked out and grabbed his wrist. The hyena said nothing as he pulled Alan off balance and into a fierce hug. The hyena held Alan in a tight embrace against his bare chest, a paw on the back of Alan's head forcing the rat to tuck his muzzle under JD's chin. The rat's paws unclenched and his finger's dug into the hyena's chest fur as his heart broke. Alan pushed his face into the short fur of the hyena's chest and closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the world. Alan's body shook in the hyena's grasp as he forcibly held in a sob and willed himself not to cry into the hyena's fur. They stayed like that for a long while, JD just holding the rat tightly as Alan came to terms with everything he had figured out.
There was a slight click as the door behind Alan began to open and the rat pulled back from JD, his eyes watering as he held back his tears. Shane blinked in surprise when he saw the hyena and rat standing together outside Todd's room, but he let the door close behind him before saying, "Alan, what are you doing here?" The raccoon's eyes flicked up to JD's face. "I told you to take him home."
Alan lifted his muzzle a little, and slid past Shane with an angry glare. "Todd's my friend too, Shane, and so is David. I have every right to be here."
The raccoon blushed, and ducked his head at the rat's outburst, "I, that's not what I meant..."
"I know that," Alan cut the raccoon's apology off, his words still angry. Then he hung his head slightly as he rested a paw on the door handle. Alan's voice was choked with tears as he said, "I'm sorry Shane." The rat lifted his head and looked the raccoon in the eye, "I just... I never thought this would happen." The rat looked at his two new friends, his eyes pleading with them. "This is all so screwed up and I'm screwed up and I just... sorry." The rat looked down again, ashamed he had snapped so angrily at the raccoon.
Shane nodded a little bit, and he put a paw on Alan's shoulder. "It's okay." The raccoon said quietly, and the rat nodded a little and went into Todd's room.
Shane turned to face JD as the door closed behind Alan. They both just stood there, sort of looking at each other for a moment in a pregnant silence. Then the hyena reached out and hooked a paw on the back of the raccoon's head and pulled him close, fingers digging into the raccoon's purple head fur as he hugged the raccoon tightly. Shane let out a long sigh as JD wrapped the raccoon up tight in his arms. It was a heavy exhausted sound that let out all the tension that had built up over the last few hours. "I'm so glad you're here." The raccoon's words were muffled by the hyena's chest, his face buried in the brown fur of the man holding him.
JD said nothing, his ears just flicked backwards as he hugged the raccoon tighter.
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David glanced up when the door opened, and he was a little surprised to see Alan. The gray rat's tail dragged across the floor as he padded up to Todd's bedside, staring at the sleeping fox. David waved at him a little, and the rat smiled back nervously. It surprised David just how different Alan was from the angry rat he had meet Friday night. Instead of an underfed, angst filled looking punk teen, Alan looked like a real rock star decked out in leather and silk. David stood up slowly, and the rat's eyes flicked towards him. The kangaroo moved slowly to Todd's beside and stood close to the rat's side. Alan reached a paw out slowly and put it on Todd's upper arm, his fingers sliding slowly over the red fur on Todd's arm until they reached the bandages on his wrists. The rat pulled his paw back, and his tail twitched when the kangaroo's elbow brushed against the rat's side gently. Alan looked so confused, as if he wanted to ask the kangaroo a million questions, but couldn't bring himself too.
So David broke the silence. "Hey Alan. I guess you're one of Todd's friends." The kangaroo said quietly.
"Yeah, I..." the rat stopped, swallowing nervously as he stared down at Todd. "I brought your bag." The rat said lamely, setting David's school bag beside the bed without looking at the kangaroo.
"Thanks." David said quietly, crossing his arms as he stood beside the rat. David had no idea what to say to Alan. They just stood beside Todd's bed in silence. For a moment David saw the rat's paw begin to tremble, but Alan clenched that paw into a fist to stop it. Then the rat swallowed again and looked up at David.
"We met in gym class... he talked to me all the time. I... really like him." the rat felt so awkward saying that to the guy who was probably Todd's first lover. Alan looked back down at the fox, unable to look David in the eye when he asked, "How did you meet Todd?"
David swallowed and took Todd's paw gently in his own, not looking at the shorter rat standing beside him. "He used to live next door to me, back in our home town."
"You were, lovers right?" Alan asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
David nodded and smiled, turning his muzzle so he was looking at Alan. The sadness in the kangaroo's eyes told Alan just how much he loved the fox. "Until my dad found out. He dragged me out of Todd's house, and threw me in a military school."
"Oh." The rat said quietly, his muzzle dipping towards his chest as he looked down at Todd. "I wish he had told me." Alan said quietly, and the kangaroo nodded just a bit.
David reached over and took Alan's paw in his own. "You know, he's going to be okay." David said quietly, and Alan blushed a little bit as the kangaroo's larger, strong paw squeezed his clenched fist.
The rat folded his ears back, and he looked down at Todd. They were silent for a moment, before Alan said, "Do you really think so?" "I... have to." David said quietly, and the two stood together beside Todd's bed, watching the fox breathe slowly.
After a while, Shane came back to the room. The raccoon had a ruffled look to his fur and his eyes were puffy, as if he had been crying. JD lurked in the doorway as Shane put his paw on Alan's shoulder. "We've got to go," the raccoon said quietly, "Visiting hours are over soon, and only family can stay in the room overnight."
David turned and nodded slightly, giving the raccoon a hug. "Okay Shane, I guess I'll see you guys later then. Mr. Hayes will take me home, and I think Keith already left."
The mention of the wolf's name made Alan's ears flatten against his head, so Shane quickly changed the subject. "Well come on Alan, I haven't eaten in hours. Let's go get some food and then I'll take you home, okay?" The rat smiled a little bit, and he nervously stood beside David, wondering what he should say to the kangaroo. David solved the rat's problem by giving him a friendly hug. Alan followed Shane out of the room, blushing slightly.
When it was just JD and David left in the room, the hyena came to Todd's side, and petted the fox's head fur gently. David dipped his head, when the fox did not respond at all to the hyena's touch. JD looked at the kangaroo, and smiled slightly at him. "We keep running into each other."
"Yeah, we do." David said quietly, shaking his head, "It's good to see you again JD, sorry I didn't recognize you at the mall."
The hyena smirked slightly, "It's cool. Shane didn't exactly introduce us."
He just stood by David silently for a few seconds, both of them looking down at the sleeping fox. The hyena looked at David, then down at the fox and then back at the forlorn kangaroo. Then suddenly the hyena leaned over, cupped the back of David's head with his paw and gave David a kiss right on the lips. The kangaroo tried to pull back, but JD put his other paw on the kangaroo's muzzle and forced David to just kiss him.
It was a slow kiss, and it was filled with so much sadness it surprised David. It wasn't a kiss of passion or lust; it was just a kiss to show the kangaroo he understood the kangaroo's pain. That feeling matched the look in the hyena's deep green eyes when he broke the kiss and looked David in the eye.
David blinked, and just stared at the strange hyena. JD's head was tilted just slightly, and somehow the way he looked at David told him that the hyena understood better than anyone else what David was going through. "Why?" the kangaroo asked quietly.
JD licked his lips a bit and looked at Todd again as he said, "Because Todd couldn't give it to you himself."
With that the hyena just let go of David's muzzle, turned and walked out of the room. David looked back at Todd as the door closed behind the hyena, and he put a paw to his mouth as he looked down at Todd. It was the strangest, most comforting gift the kangaroo had received since finding Todd again.
A kiss from his fox, even if someone else had delivered it.
It brought the kangaroo to tears.
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It was just after midnight when David finally found a way to sleep in Todd's hospital room. He had to pull one of the large stuffed chairs close to Todd's bed so he could lay his head on the fox's slim lap, holding Todd's long fluffy tail in his own lap. It wasn't comfortable, twisted on his side and draped over the hospital bed, but at least one of the nurses had helped him by lowering the metal railing on the bed so the kangaroo could sleep without a metal bar pressing into his throat. He was almost unconscious when the door opened.
David lifted his head up, and blinked wearily as a small family of foxes stepped into the room. The kangaroo recognized Todd's older bother Rowan and his wife Deanna. The young vixen was holding a sleeping fox cub in her arms, and Rowan looked like an older version of Todd as he stood in the low light of the hospital room. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence before Rowan coughed and said, "Hello David. It's been a long time."
The kangaroo nodded, his ears turning backwards. "Hi Rowan." He said with a little uncertainty. He had never been very comfortable around Todd's older brother. Deanna leaned over and whispered something in her husband's ear, and took the sleeping fox cub out of the room. David shifted so he was sitting up normally, and Rowan took the other chair, sitting awkwardly across from the kangaroo. The fox looked haggard, and he had probably been driving all day to get here.
"So, Pop told me what happened over the phone. I was hoping you could clear some things up for me though." David smiled a little bit, shaking his head. The fox was wearing normal clothes, but just the way he said the words made David feel like he was being interrogated again by one of his old instructors. The way Rowan sat just screamed 'Cop' to the kangaroo.
David had been through enough interrogations in his years at the academy to know when he was being questioned, even if Rowan meant well. "Sure," David muttered, a slight smile pulling at the edges of his mouth, "but only if you drop the cop routine. You don't have to interrogate me."
Rowan chuckled slightly, looking away from the kangaroo with a slight smile, "Is it that obvious?" The fox muttered, leaning back in the chair. "I just want to find out what happened to Todd." Rowan sighed heavily, looking over at his younger brother with sad eyes. "Are you going to tell me where you've been the last two years David?" The fox's ears swiveled backwards, and his muzzle dipped a bit. "I know I wasn't always keen on you two being together. Mom and Dad might not need to know, but it's my baby brother lying in that bed. I think I have the right to know."
David sighed softly, nodding a little. "Yeah, you do. I don't think I could tell," and then David hesitated. He had almost called Mr. and Mrs. Hayes 'Mom and Dad', but decided against it in front of Todd's brother. "Michael and Rebecca what happened to me." The kangaroo drew in a shuddering breath, his paw rubbing at the side of his muzzle. "I spent the last two years at the Roosevelt Academy for Troubled Boys," David said softly.
Rowan whistled softly, a paw running through the ragged fox's head fur. "Oh god, your parents put you in that hell hole?" Rowan looked at the floor, and the fox's tail drooped along with his ears. "Well, that explains why you couldn't even call." The fox shook his head slightly, muttering a curse David did not catch under his breath.
They were both silent for a moment, as Rowan stared at Todd's sleeping form. "You don't have to tell me anything else David. I don't need to know what they did to you in there. I know that place's reputation." The older fox turned his eyes on David, and he had a haunted expression on his face. "That's the place every hateful, white bread cop we kick off the force gets a job. I'm sorry David." The fox and kangaroo sat across from each other, heads hung as they listened to the slow beep of Todd's heart monitor.
"It's okay Rowan, it wasn't your fault." David said softly.
The fox reached out and grabbed David's knee. "It wasn't yours either. You couldn't..." Rowan stopped as the door opened, and his son came scampering into the room.
"Unkie Todd!" the little cub yipped, his paws grabbing hold of Todd's long tail and tugging on it gently. "Wake up Unkie Todd!" the little fox said brightly. The kit was wearing a pair of miniature blue overalls and a white t-shirt, and the way he looked up at the sleeping fox with such innocent happiness told David that he had no idea what had happened to Todd.
Rowan reached down and scooped the little fox up. "Come 'ere squirt," Rowan said, lifting his son up into his lap. The little cub held on to Todd's tail, and the long fluffy foxtail stretched across the room from the hospital bed to his small black paws. Rowen carefully extracted the black tip of Todd's tail from his son's paws, and the fluffy red flag came to rest on David's lap as Rowan looked into his son's eyes.
"Now you need to be quiet Jake, your uncle Todd is sleeping." The young police officer smiled, holding his son gently. David smiled too. It was a quiet, peaceful picture, a young father holding his son. It made David wish his own father had been caring enough to hold him like that.
"When's he gonna wake up?" the little kit said, putting his small black paws on his father's muzzle. "I want to play ball wiff him." The little kit yipped, his tail wagging back and forth like crazy. Rowan smiled and even David chuckled, because it was just such a cute innocent statement.
"Not sure, son." The older fox said softly, his voice a little choked up by the emotion of the moment as he petted the little fox's ears gently. The cub laughed, smiling for a moment before he noticed David sitting beside Todd.
"Who's that?" the kit said brightly, turning his face to look at David, the little fox smiling just like Todd once used to.
"That," Rowan said quietly, a smile spreading across his muzzle, "is your Uncle David." The older fox smiled as his young son wagged his tail and climbed into David's lap. The kangaroo barely kept himself from crying as the little fox sat in his lap and talked to him happily.
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Alan was the first one to sit down at the lunch table. The lunchroom was quiet, and the deserted feeling did not help the rat's disposition. It was strange to sit down at the empty table and just wait. He had always just assumed that Todd would be the first one there. The fox was always waiting at the table when he got there. The rat stared at the slightly squashed sandwich and pudding cup he had brought from home, but all he could think about was the fox.
Alan had not wanted to come to school today. The rat had been up all night tossing and turning as he thought about what Keith and Todd must have done together in the wolf's truck. Just the thought of seeing Keith, much less driving all the way across the bridge to school with the wolf had made Alan's stomach twist into knots so badly he had almost provided himself an excuse to stay home by throwing up breakfast.
Even if he had thrown up, it probably would not have helped. His dad was not going to accept any of the usual excuses about being sick after Alan had stayed out all weekend, and Alan sure as hell couldn't tell his dad what was really going on. His dad would never understand. So he had taken the bus to school and avoided everyone he knew as long as he could. He was just trying to get through the day.
The rat rubbed his muzzle with his paws, brushed the moisture from his eyes, and ruffled his short whiskers as he sighed heavily. The gray rat smoothed the fur on his face out and shook his ears a little in an attempt to break himself out of his depressive thoughts as the twins down at the table.
"Hey Alan," James said happily, and Jeff chimed in "Back to the normal clothes huh?" The foxes stared at him for a moment, and Alan just sort of stared back at them with a blank expression. Then they both said, "Are you alright?" in perfect sync.
The rat smirked just a little bit and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
The truth was, Alan looked as horrible as he felt. He was dressed in his old ratty clothes and his head-fur was uncombed. Instead of the sleek, confident, and attractive rodent he had been the day before, Alan was once again a scrawny, disheveled rat. At least today he didn't care as much. Today his appearance was the least of his concerns. Today all he cared about was getting through the day without crying in front of his friends and acting like a fool.
Alan intentionally avoided looking at his friends. He kept his head down as the others started to arrive, and the unease at the table began to grow. The rat fidgeted as Chris and Kevin sat on opposite sides of the table from each other, and Keith took the seat farthest from him as well. Only the twins were trying to talk, coaxing single word answers out of everyone as the whole table tried to avoid looking at each other or at the empty chair beside Keith where Todd should be sitting.
Eventually, James leaned over and began to whisper in his brother's ear, and Jeff looked at his brother with concern. The little fox set down his sandwich and climbed up on his chair so he could put his paws in the middle of the table. "Alright," the little fox yipped loudly so everyone at the table would look at him, "What's going on?"
Chris, Alan, Kevin and Keith all stared at Jeff for a few seconds as the fox's tail flicked back and forth. Jeff looked back and forth at his friend's faces, and Alan felt sorry for the little fox. No one said anything, and Jeff's temporary bravado waned under everyone's blank, uncomfortable stares. The little fox's ears turned backwards and his cheeks turned red under his white fur. James even tried to hide behind his brother's tail, before the fox sat back down in complete embarrassment.
Alan cleared his throat as everyone shifted in their seats, "What is it Jeff?"
The little fox looked away from Alan and rubbed his paws together. "I just..." Jeff mumbled, "Something is going on with Todd and no one wants to talk about it." The little fox's tail flicked back and forth, and his muzzle dipped down.
James scooted closer to his brother as the twins both looked up at the rest of the table. "Todd's still not at school today, and no one answered at his house when we called last night."
Chris and Kevin actually seemed to be relieved that the twins were talking about Todd. Alan watched as Keith's ears flattened so far against his head they almost disappeared into his fur. The wolf shifted, his shoulders hunched forward as he stared down at his food. The rat stared at the wolf, waiting for Keith to tell them all what happened. The rat narrowed his eyes at Keith as the wolf looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Keith had a haunted look in his eyes, and somehow the rat knew he wasn't going to say anything.
"You're not going to tell them, are you?" Alan muttered at the wolf bitterly, "Just like you didn't tell me." Keith looked away from Alan, and he looked so ashamed in his plain white shirt and ruffled fur, it made Alan almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
Alan looked around the table, because now everybody was watching him. "Todd's in the hospital," the rat said with a hint of anger in his voice, trying to keep himself from crying,
"What?" Chris shouted, and the leopard nearly leapt out of his seat, "Did someone attack him?". The twins gasped in shock and Kevin dropped his soda with a fizzing thud. Jeff and James started talking, their words tumbling over each other as they both tried to talk at the same time. Chris started shouting questions about what happened, demanding to know who had put Todd there so the leopard could kill them for this, while Kevin just sat there with his mouth open and his ears drooped. Keith reacted with shame and embarrassment, his ears pressed flat against his head as everyone tried to talk at once. His jaw tightened as he clenched his paws into fists and looked away from his friends, as they all shouted over each other, focused on Alan.
The rat couldn't think fast enough to hear them all, and he clutched his ears. "Stop, STOP!" Alan shouted at them, and the table fell silent. Even an otter passing by the table stopped and listened. Alan panted slightly, licking his lips as everyone calmed down. "Okay." The rat said softly, steadying himself. "Todd tried to kill himself Friday night, and now he's in a coma."
Chris sat back in his seat with a thud. The leapord's eyes were wide with shock, as if he couldn't wrap his mind around it. James clung to his brother's side, and Jeff put his tail and arm around James's waist. Kevin leaned forward, and licked his lips nervously, "Okay. Umm... why did he do it?" the dalmatian asked quietly.
Alan tensed, and he felt an evil urge to tell everyone exactly why the fox had done this. There was a crowd forming, and if he ever wanted to make Keith pay for the way the wolf had been treating him lately, now was the rat's chance. Then Alan looked at Keith and the anger he felt at the wolf turned cold. Alan wanted to out him, to make him pay for the way he'd ignored him, but he couldn't. Alan shook his head and lied, unable to expose the wolf like this with everyone hanging on his words. "I don't know why he did it," the rat said quietly.
"It's because of me." Keith whispered. "He did it because he's gay." The wolf's eyes shifted back and forth as every muzzle at the table turned to look at him slowly. "And so am I."
The table was silent as the wolf licked his lips and went on, "He went to the game with me, and after I won the game we drove home together." Keith's eyes were fixed on Alan, his ears turned backwards as everyone else's ears cupped forward to hear him better. Everyone at the table seemed to be holding their breath. The rat just watched Keith silently, already knowing what had happened.
"We stopped on that little bluff over the lake... and..." the wolf stopped, closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. It was a shuddering sound as the wolf built up the courage to finish. "We made love." The wolf whispered, and his voice choked on the word love. "After I dropped him off, he, he..." Keith closed his eyes and covered his face with his paws.
Alan lowered his muzzle in shame as Keith began to cry, attracting the attention of a large crowd. The otter that had been listening was sneering at the wolf, a disgusted look on his face. Alan frowned as a small crowd began to gather around the table. The rat looked at his friend with sympathy before shouting at the crowd, "What the hell you looking at? Beat it!" The otter shifted his football jacket and turned away, and the rest of the crowd went with him. Alan flicked his tail once and sat down as the table was left alone again. No matter how pissed he was at the wolf, Keith didn't deserve to have everyone watching him like this.
Chris flattened his ears and edged away from Keith, a nervous look on the leopard's face as the crowd dispersed.
Kevin looked on the verge of tears as well, as if someone had punched the dalmatian in the gut repeatedly. James put his paws on Keith's shoulder, trying to comfort the wolf as he put his head on the table and hid from his friends.
Jeff was the first one to speak, nervously leaning forward, "You and Todd had sex? So why would he..." the little fox swallowed nervously and stopped when Keith sobbed loudly, unable to finish the question. The wolf tightened his arms around his head, hiding from everyone as best he could.
"Todd was already with someone else." Alan said quickly, because it was obvious that Keith wasn't going to be able to finish telling them what happened. "David, that new kid? They were lovers before they moved here."
"Wait, David, on the soccer team? The kangaroo who joined last week?" Chris sputtered, his eyes widening. Alan nodded, and the rat caught the look on Kevin's face out of the corner of his eye. The dog looked like he was going to be sick, and he slunk down in his chair as if he wanted to disappear under the table and die.
"Yeah, that David." Alan said quietly, "Only, Todd didn't know he was here. He and Todd lost track of each other because David's parents sent him to some kind of camp to 'fix' him."
The whole table fell silent except for the sound of Keith's quiet sobs. No one wanted to look at each other, as they wondered if their own family would do that sort of thing to them.
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Michael Hayes stood in the hallway outside Todd's hospital room with his wife. The two foxes stood close together as they spoke to Dr. Mitchell. Michael glanced at his wife, as the vixen clutched his paw so tightly the fingers went numb. He knew that the last few days had been hard on his wife. The sleep deprivation and worry had ground her normally happy attitude away. The slim vixen's eyes were haunted, as if she was being chased by something, as the otter went over Todd's chart.
Mr. Hayes slipped an arm around his wife's shoulders and narrowed his eyes as the otter in front of them rattled off a lot of technical information about Todd's condition. "Look doctor, we don't really need to know the details about what is keeping Todd unconscious. We just want to know what his chances of recovery are." Michael said evenly, knowing that if he let the fear he felt in his heart creep into his voice his wife would only become more concerned.
The otter sighed, checking the notes on his chart one last time. "Alright, I'll be blunt then. I have no idea if your son will ever wake up. Todd's condition is stable now. He can breathe on his own and swallow, and the scans show good mental activity. I don't see any signs of brain damage, but it is impossible to be sure as long as he is unresponsive." The doctor crossed his arms over his short body, his thick tail tapping slightly against the ground. "I have no medical reason for why Todd is still in a coma, and no idea what might bring him out of it."
Rebecca closed her eyes and hid her muzzle underneath her husband's chin, blocking out the hospital sights and smells with her husband's fur so she would not cry. The thought of her son being like this forever terrified her beyond words. Michael squeezed his wife gently, and nodded slightly. "Thank you doctor." The otter tilted his head to the side and nodded once at Mr. Hayes before he walked away.
Michael held his wife for a long time, and Rebecca clung to his side as if he were the only solid object in the world. The fox brushed a paw through his wife's hair, his chin gently rubbing against the bridge of her muzzle. "It's going to be okay honey."
Mrs. Hayes lifted her head, and stared into her husband's eyes. "It doesn't matter." She said quietly, her paws straightening her husband's collar. "I don't care if he never wakes up. He's our son," she whispered with a slight sniff.
"And we'll always be there for him," Mr. Hayes said quietly, his paw caressing his wife's face. They were about to share a kiss when someone jostled them.
It was a broad shouldered tigress that had pushed against them trying to make her way into Todd's room. Whoever the woman was, she was definitely not a nurse in her low-cut dress and big, curled hair. "Scuse me folks," she said loudly, and started to push the door to Todd's room open.
Mr. Hayes grabbed the door handle and pulled the door closed with a sharp bang. The fox glared at the tigress, looking down slightly at the short woman. "What do you think you're doing?" Michael demanded, "That is our son's room."
The tigress took a step back and drew herself up. Mrs. Clarice Perez was not used to being talked to that way, and while she did not quite reach Mr. Hayes's height, even with her hair, she gave the fox a damn good glare. "Well," she muttered, "Sign says 317. That's the room that nurse gave me for David Weathers, which means it's my son's room not yours. Now please move."
"What do you want with David?" Michael said with a hint of a growl in his voice, moving protectively in front of the door handle so the tiger could not reach past him.
"What do I want?" the tigress said with a growl of her own, "I want to take him home, that's what. What do you want?" Mrs. Perez was unaccustomed to fear. She had been the mother of nearly twenty children and as a tiger was not prone to the instinctive frights some people were. Yet when those two slim, mild mannered foxes growled at her, she took a step back all the same.
Mr. Hayes flicked his tail back and forth and was about to say something when the room door opened and David poked his head out, wondering what was going on. "Mr. Hayes? Did you need me..." The kangaroo swallowed nervously when he spotted the tiger, his ears flattening against his head. "Mrs. Perez."
"There you are young man. Come with me right now mister, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing..." the tigress reached out to grab David's collar, but Mr. Hayes grabbed her wrist.
"Keep your paws off him." The fox said with a growl so loud his lips pulled back in a snarl. Mrs. Perez took another step back, startled by the sheer anger in the fox's voice and the way his wife moved to block her view of David.
"No one is taking him anywhere." Rebecca said sternly and gave the tiger a glare that could have taken the fur off her hide.
Mrs. Perez tilted her head to the side and crossed her arms. "Oh really? Well, I think I'm taking him home," the tigress said evenly, and the look in Rebecca's eyes made her add, "Right after somebody explains what's going on here."
"Yes David, what is going on," Mr. Hayes asked evenly, "Do you know this woman?"
There was a moment of shifting silence as the inside of David's ears turned red and he squirmed under the gaze of all three adults. "Yes." The kangaroo muttered, "She's my foster mom."
"The one you called yesterday?" Mrs. Hayes said quietly, and David's eyes went right to the floor. Rebecca put her paw on the kangaroo's shoulder, "Oh David..." she said sadly.
The kangaroo flinched at the tone of her voice, "I'm sorry," David whispered.
"Well 'I'm sorry' is not going to cut it David," Mrs. Perez said angrily, "What the hell were you thinking boy? I've got every social worker in the county calling me, wanting to know why you haven't been in school for the last two days. You've only been with me for two weeks; are you trying to give me a heart attack or something? Do you want to go back to that school you came from? I can get them to send you back like that." The tigress snapped her fingers, and almost instantly regretted her words.
David's face fell and he began to stutter, desperately trying to explain what had happened. Mrs. Perez had never seen a young male dissolve into tears so easily. The kangaroo's words came out as a jumbled mess, and before he started to sob uncontrollably. Michael gently pushed the blubbering kangaroo into his wife's waiting embrace.
"It's okay David, we'll handle this." Michael said reassuringly, and the kangaroo just bawled into Mrs. Hayes's shoulder.
Mrs. Perez blinked, stared at the crying boy, and then blinked again. She had never expected the kangaroo to react like that. She expected yelling, curse, or even a brooding glare, not open crying. No teenage boy did that in front of any adult. Something about all this was wrong, and she had blundered into it by mistake thinking she had another rebellious boy on her hands. She turned her attention back to the glaring fox in front of her, her gaze softening somewhat. "Well?" she said expectantly.
Michael's nose dipped slightly as he stared the tigress in the eyes. "David is gay. His parents yanked him out of his old life and our family two years ago, when he was in love with our son, who," Mr. Hayes pointed through the small window at the bed Todd was laying in, "slashed his wrists on Friday because he thought he would never see David again. My family has been searching for David for two years now, in the hopes of preventing something like this from happening. So if you have any illusions about taking him away now, you are sorely mistaken."
The tigress flicked her tail once to make the fur lay down again. She was truly frightened by the determined, almost angry look in the fox's eyes. She glanced at David, and the kangaroo's embarrassed silence as he clung to the vixen beside him told Mrs. Perez what the fox said was true. She knew damn well no teenage boy would let someone claim he was gay without a fight unless it was true. She had been the mother of too many boys, foster and her own, to think otherwise.
Mrs. Perez shifted the way her arms were crossed across her chest and sighed. "Oh," Mrs. Perez muttered. "Well that changes things," the tigress said quietly. She spent a moment mulling over the situation Mr. Hayes had dumped into her paws. "Alright, he can stay. I still need a good reason for him to miss school though."
"I've placed him on suicide watch." Mr. Hayes said quietly. "That should do nicely. The nurses can give you the details if you need proof."
"What?" David said, but Mrs. Hayes shushed him quickly. The kangaroo's pained surprise made Mr. Hayes close his eyes for just a second.
Mrs. Perez pitied the man standing in front of her. She had enough experience to know when a man was a good father, and how sometimes that meant doing things you didn't want to do.
The tigress brushed a paw through her long head fur, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "That should satisfy the blood suckers at social services. David," she said sternly, "I'll bring your school things and your make up work tomorrow."
"We'll make sure he does it." Rebecca said quietly and the tigress nodded.
"I'd appreciate that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go. School let out an hour ago, and I will have a crowd of kids standing outside my door by the time I get home."
Mr. Hayes turned to David as the tigress left, and waited.
The kangaroo stared at the fox with a hurt look on his muzzle. "You put me on suicide watch?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Michael said flatly, "I am not going to lose a second son."
David stared at Michael, and then he just nodded once. "Okay. That makes sense," the kangaroo said quietly, rubbing the side of his head slowly. Then with an embarrassed grin he hugged Michael, squeezing the slightly shorter fox as hard as he could. "Thank you." David whispered in Michael's ear, and the fox smiled as he hugged David back.
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Mrs. Perez walked away from the very strange family of foxes, and promised herself to find out more about the next boy she took in from 'Roosevelt Academy'. The look on David's face when she had threatened to send him back there haunted the tigress as she waited for the elevator. When the elevator doors opened for Mrs. Perez, she was not surprised to see a familiar face waiting for her in the lift. Too many strange things had happened for her to be surprised now. The tigress nodded and said, "Hello Ryan," forcing a smile.
"Afternoon Mrs. Perez." Ryan Johnson stepped out of the elevator, and Jeff and James followed close behind their father. The tigress glanced at the family of foxes and shook her head slightly just before the elevator doors closed.
"Who was that, dad?" Jeff asked quietly.
"Mrs. Perez, a rather nice lady." Ryan said as he began leading his boys down the hallway. "She's one of the few foster parents in Haden County. I've worked with her on a few cases," he said briskly, checking the room numbers as they walked down the hall together. Ryan adjusted the suit he was wearing. The fox was feeling a little awkward just by being an attorney in a hospital. Grieving families rarely appreciated an ambulance chaser interrupting their private tragedies.
"So, she might know David then?" James said from behind him, his voice hushed as he rushed to keep up with his father's longer stride.
"It's possible," Mr. Johnson said absently, making sure to keep his voice even so that his boys couldn't detect any hint of the worry he felt. If what the boys had said about Todd was true, and the fox had attempted suicide, Jeff and James might not be walking into a good situation. Ryan would rather come and see what Todd's condition was on his own first, but the boys had been so adamant about coming to see Todd today that there was no arguing with them.
Now they were growing more and more nervous as they passed a nurse's station and some very sick patients in the hallway. Ryan wasn't too surprised that the twins were scared now that they were actually inside Hadenview Memorial, and he did not want to make things worse for them by sounding worried.
The older fox smiled slightly when James grabbed his tail and bumped into him from behind when he paused, just the way he had done when he was a very little cub. Jeff was more confident, walking beside his father, but Ryan could see the worry in his son's face and the way he curled his tail.
By the time they approached room 317 and spotted Todd's family standing in the hallway, James was practically hiding behind his father and Jeff was standing much closer than before.
"Mr. and Mrs. Hayes I presume?" Ryan said cheerfully, extending his paw to the male fox who turned around at the sound of his name. "I'm Ryan Johnson, and you must be David," the fox said happily as Mr. Hayes returned the handshake.
"Oh, hello." Michael said, a bit of surprise creeping into his voice. "You're Jeff and James' father. I remember you from a parent teacher night." The other fox glanced down, and then around Mr. Johnson to where his twin boys were almost hiding. "Hello Jeff, James. I guess you've heard about Todd from Keith." Mr. Hayes glanced briefly at David, and then said slowly, "I don't know if you two have met David yet." The kangaroo sort of waved at the twins weakly.
"Hey guys." The kangaroo muttered, and the twins responded in kind.
Jeff raised a paw back at the kangaroo, "So, um, you and Todd were..." "Together?" James finished with a whisper, and the hallway was filled with awkward silence as five foxes and a kangaroo looked at the floor.
"Yeah," David said quietly.
James nodded once, his paws rubbing together, "Well, umm..." the little fox paused, his ears splaying out in embarrassment before Jeff finished, "can we see him?"
David nodded once and pushed the door to Todd's room open. The twins hesitated, staring at the open door fearfully until Ryan coughed and said, "I'll be right here if you need me, okay?" The twins looked up at their father, and their slim muzzles broke into a momentary smile of thanks before they went inside.
Mr. Johnson sighed as the door closed behind them with a soft click. He peered through the door window at the comatose young fox laying on the gurney. Ryan had only seen Todd a few times, but the young man did not look good. The fox cleared his throat and turned to Todd's parents, keeping an ear turned towards the room for any sound that his boys needed him.
"So, how is Todd doing?" Ryan asked in the hushed tone people reserve for awkward questions they don't really want the answers to.
Rebecca Hayes looked away, and her ears flattened tightly against her head. Michael Hayes shifted his weight and sighed. "He's in a coma. The doctors don't know why." Ryan nodded once and sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say besides that." The other male fox nodded, and Ryan licked his lips before saying. "I wish he had told my boys. They could have all dealt with being gay together."
"You mean your boys are gay too?" Mr. Hayes said quietly, his eyes moving towards the room where the boys were having an animated discussion that involved at least one of them crying loudly. Ryan watched the two other foxes carefully, gauging their reactions to his son's sexuality. Neither of the Hayes looked angry, just neutral.
Ryan chuckled softly, his tail swishing back and forth as he nodded to hide the slight grin on his muzzle. It was refreshing to meet a set of parents who weren't upset at their child being gay. "Yes well, I'm afraid it runs in our family."
Rebecca's ears leapt up and she looked at Ryan with a bit of surprise in her blue eyes, and even Michael's ears cupped forward as well. The coupled turned to face him more directly, and Ryan was amused by the surprised look on both their faces.
He rubbed his black-socked paws together, looking down at them as he continued. "I've tried to keep my boys from facing the same problems I once did. I'm just sorry I couldn't offer Todd a measure of security too."
The Hayes looked at each other, blinking before Rebecca reached a paw out and squeezed Mr. Johnson's arm softly. "Thank you. When Todd gets better maybe you can talk with him some?" The vixen's head tilted slightly to the side, a hopeful look in her eyes.
"I would be happy to." Ryan smiled, and this time the other two foxes shared it with him. It was a genuine smile between parents who cared about their children.
Mr. Johnson dug a paw into his coat pocket and pulled out one of his business cards. "Here, I want you two to have this. You're probably going to run into trouble from the state in a couple of days. I'd be happy to represent you both, pro bono."
Mr. Hayes took the card, but he seemed really shocked by the gesture. "Thank you," he said hoarsely, "but do you really think the state will get involved?"
Ryan's muzzle curled into a tight smile, and one ear turned backwards, "I do a lot of work with social services around here, and they have a surprisingly backward outlook on this sort of thing. They're sure to send someone, especially if David is in foster care." The fox tapped his foot against the tile floor for a moment, "I saw Mrs. Perez leaving, and I assume she was seeing David?"
Michael and Rebecca nodded, and Mr. Hayes slid the card into his pocket. "Yes, she was rather understanding about David remaining here."
"Then yes," Ryan said evenly, "You'll be seeing them for sure. You had better be prepared for a fight with the state, especially if you intend to get custody of David." Ryan knew immediately he had over stepped his bounds with the last comment. He watched as Michael's muzzle shot up and he stared right at his wife. Mrs. Hayes slid her paw into her husband's, and for a moment they just looked into each other's eyes.
Mr. Hayes was careful to keep his voice steady, and not betray the fact that the idea of adopting David had never even entered into his head. He had just assumed, flat out, that the kangaroo was coming home with them once Todd woke up. "Yes, I can see how someone less accepting might have a problem with us doing that."
Mrs. Hayes turned to look at Ryan. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for helping us."
"It's no problem. I think my boys would like me to do it." Ryan said, his paws disappearing into his pockets as he looked inside the room again. He swished his tail back and forth, rocking on his heels for a moment as he smiled at the relieved couple. "The boys will probably be a while. What do you say I go get us all something to eat? You two look like you could use a break from hospital food."
Rebecca smiled at him, her ears perking up at the mention of food, "Thank you, we would."
Michael reached out and shook Ryan's hand with both paws. "Thank you." The fox said, and he smiled for the first time in days.
Ryan just smiled and shook the other fox's paw firmly. "No, thank you. I don't get to meet many parents who love their gay son." With that, Mr. Johnson turned away and went to get some fried chicken for everyone.
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David sat next to Todd, holding the fox's limp paw gently. The hospital room was quiet once more. The orderlies had come and changed the fox's sheets and bedpan again, so the smell of antiseptic and bleach was fresh. It almost overpowered the smell of sickness that had crept into the room over the last week.
A tray of food sat beside the chair David had occupied for most of the day, now long cold. Mrs. Hayes had brought him the food fresh from the cafeteria, but she had not been able to stay and force David to eat it. Todd's parents had gone to talk with the hospital administrators about getting Todd moved to long-term care facilities. After a week with no signs of recovery, the hospital needed to move him out of the main building. The thought made David's eyes water, and he brushed a tear from his face. It sickened him that the hospital no longer had time to deal with Todd.
At least other people had not forgotten the fox.
Shane had come to visit every day and he made sure David was as comfortable as possible. He helped the kangaroo wash Todd's fur, and forced David to eat lunch every time he stopped by, just like Mrs. Hayes was forcing the kangaroo to have dinner every night. JD had visited one day when Shane could not, holding Todd's paw for hours so David could catch some much needed sleep on the floor.
Kevin had come on the fourth day. The dalmatian had sat silently with David for a few hours, holding Todd's paw tightly before just breaking into tears and hugging David. David had hugged the dog back tightly, and they grieved silently together. David suspected that Kevin had needed the hug for more reasons than his grief over Todd, but he was not about to pry into the dog's life. After all, if they had pried earlier none of this might have happened. The dalmatian had been particularly heart broken about that.
Mrs. Perez had even come back again to check on David, dropping off a fresh load of homework for the weekend. The tigress seemed strangely nice, and had even kissed him on the forehead and apologized for how she acted the first time she had come by. It made David wonder, because the first time she had dropped off homework she had been irritated by having to come all the way up to the room. This time, she just set the stack of papers down and looked at David with quiet eyes, kissed his forehead, and left.
There was only one visitor David dreaded seeing, and that was Keith. The wolf stopped by each day after school, but would not come into the room. He just stood at the doorway, watching David as the kangaroo cared for Todd. Today, when the wolf left he had given Todd a real kiss goodbye, and then glared at David with so much hatred in his eyes it turned David's stomach.
The kangaroo understood why the wolf was so angry. Mr. Hayes had told him what had happened, that Keith and Todd had been together. It didn't really matter to David if the wolf was in love with Todd, and he certainly didn't care that they had slept together. David squeezed the fox's paw gently as the overhead lights dimmed exactly at 7pm, and an artificial night fell in the little hospital room.
Nothing like that mattered now.
David shifted the way he was sitting in his chair and laid his body over the side of the bed, so that his head rested on Todd's lap. He had to arch his back at an odd angle to gets his head in Todd's lap, but he slept like this every night. It hurt; it hurt all night long, but David had grown accustomed to it by now. It was the only way he could actually fall asleep. David stared up at Todd's face as the fox lay there, as if he were sleeping, his head tilted to the side and his muzzle open slightly.
David reached up and stroked the underside of Todd's throat, closing his mouth so the fox would not drool during the night. He couldn't bear to wake up again to find Todd's shoulder covered in drool again. Todd's Adams apple bobbed as the fox swallowed, and David watched as one of Todd's ears twitched slightly. David held his breath for a moment, but the fox's ear remained still and Todd did not move again.
David exhaled a painful sigh. The kangaroo picked up the damp towel he kept near the fox's side and brushed it across the fox's head slowly, wiping the sleep from Todd's eyes and cleaning his face gently. It broke his heart every time the fox moved like that. That was the worst part of all this. The fox still moved and breathed, but he wasn't awake. Todd wasn't dead, but he wasn't alive either.
The fox was constantly shifting in his coma. His tail would move from side to side and his legs would twitch as if he were running in his sleep. Todd's ears would flick backwards if you touched them and follow you around the room when you talked loud enough. He could still swallow, and the hospital hoped that would prevent the necessity of a feeding tube. David had insisted on feeding Todd at least once a day. The worst thing of all was the fits the fox had begun having. Sometimes the fox would shake so hard David and the nurses had to hold him down just to keep him from pulling the stitches from his wrists or falling out of the bed.
None of Todd's reactions or movements meant he was waking up. The otter who was Todd's doctor had been very clear. Todd wasn't responding to anything David said or did, the fox was in too deep a coma to respond mentally to anything. His body was just reacting physically to natural stimuli. That was why he never opened his eyes or made any real sounds, just strangled cries of pain. He never woke up because his mind was gone. David closed his eyes, tears running down his cheeks again as he tried to sleep. There was no point in staying awake. He might as well join his fox in dreamland.
David was just beginning to drift off when Todd's legs began to move, fidgeting under the sheets beneath David's head. Todd's breathing grew fast, and his head lashed back and forth suddenly as his muzzle contorted in pain. The fox was gasping for air as his back arched, his arms flailing out wide.
David grabbed the fox's upper arms, gripping Todd's shoulders tightly and making sure to keep Todd's arms still like the nurses had shown him. Todd's head thrashed and his legs kicked, but David kept his arms still so the stitches and IV would not get pulled out as the fox convulsed. "It's okay baby, I'm here Todd. It's okay," David pleaded as the fox's body was wracked with spasms.
The kangaroo's pleas fell on deaf ears, and David cried as Todd's body shook in his grip. The fox let out a low moan of pain, the first intelligent sound he had made as David tried to comfort him.
David sobbed as Todd whimpered and clawed at his fur. It sounded so pitiful, as if the fox were dying in pain. David put his arms around the fox's head and embraced him, holding the fox's head to his chest as he tried to hold Todd down just to keep him from hurting himself more.
Todd's arms wrapped around David's chest and the fox embraced the kangaroo with a surprising strength. The fox let out a gasp and his back arched, the fox's muzzle pressing up under David's neck. Todd's body shook for just a moment longer, pressing up tight against the kangaroo as his breathing slowed, and then Todd was still again.
David cradled Todd's head as he stared at the fox's suddenly still face. David tried to lay Todd back down but the fox began to twitch and struggle the moment his muzzle left David's neck. So the kangaroo hugged the fox tightly and just held him, the fox's slim muzzle tucked under his chin.
A nurse came running into the room, drawn by Todd's cries. The older woman was a wolf, but the urgency left her face when she saw that David had calmed him. She patted David's head gently and checked the IV in Todd's arm to make sure it was still in place and had not ruptured anything. David was glad she said nothing, and simply turned out the lights on her way out.
David pulled himself up onto the hospital bed alongside Todd and put his head on Todd's pillow, holding his lover gently to keep him calm as they lay beside each other for the first time in nearly two long years.
Eventually, David fell asleep holding his comatose fox gently to his chest, his head laid gently on top of Todd's.
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David felt like he was floating and the warmth of sleep embraced him. He pressed his muzzle against the top of Todd's head, nuzzling at the fox's slim muzzle as they lay together with their arms wrapped around each other. Todd's eyes were nearly closed, but when David nuzzled the fox gently, Todd opened his eyes and the fox's blue orbs stared into David's soul. They held each other gently, staring into each other's eyes as David held the fox close to his chest.
David slowly brushed his paw through Todd's short head fur, and he knew this was a dream. He had held his fox like this in every dream ever since they had been parted, and the fox's soft smile was by now very familiar.
"Hey," David whispered softly, brushing his lips across Todd's in a gentle kiss. Even if this was a dream, he was going to enjoy every moment he had with his lover. Todd slowly kissed him back, the fox's mouth opening slowly and his head tipping to the side, so that their muzzles meshed as they kissed each other tenderly.
Todd's eyes were watering and the fox swallowed slowly when their muzzles parted, "Hey," the fox whispered hoarsely. Todd's black paw reached up and caressed David's cheek gently, and the kangaroo smiled softly, tears running down his muzzle.
"I knew you would be here..." Todd whispered softly, "I knew you would have found me if you were still alive." The fox's head pressed against David's chest, as he sobbed, "I missed you so much David."
David frowned, caressing the fox gently. Something was wrong. Todd never cried in his dreams, never said things like that. David blinked and pulled Todd's paw away from his face, staring at Todd's arm. The black fur of Todd's paw gave way to white bandages wrapped tightly around his forearm, and an IV stretched away from his forearm into the gloom. David looked around the small hospital room as they lay together in the darkness, lit only by the displays of the machines watching Todd's heart beat. He glanced back down at his fox, panting in fear as he looked at Todd's face.
The fox's eyes were closed again, and his body was still. David put Todd's paw against his face again and sighed. The kangaroo cursed himself for being so foolish as to think his dreams were real.
Until Todd's fingers gently curled around his cheek, and the fox's eyes opened again. The two boys stared at each other, both fully awake now.
David's chest tightened and he kissed the fox suddenly and forcefully, tears rushing down his cheeks. David could barely speak. "Oh god you're awake. You're alive." David sobbed as he hugged the fox so tightly Todd let out a strangled yip, and David loosened his grip with a sheepish grin.
"Don't you ever do something like that again, do you understand me?" David whispered, his heart breaking with joy as he held Todd and the fox kissed him back. "Don't ever leave me again Todd." David said, tears running down his face. The fox sobbed and nodded his head against the kangaroo's shoulder. They held each other tightly, tears running down their faces.
They were together again, and nothing else mattered. |
Sophie and Jon Part 1: The adventure begins by Linknspirit | #1 of Foxtaur stories Um well first off hi, this is a story about a foxtaur and a human falling in love. Its the first story i have ever written so please do not be to hard :/ constructive criticism is welcome but i would appreciate if everyone remained friendly. As this is the first story i wasnt | [
"Anthro",
"Foxtaur",
"Human",
"Inter spieces",
"Love"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463988-sophie-and-jon-part-1-the-adventure-begins | Sophie's story part 1
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So my day started just like everyone elses...well okay not like every ones i suppose. You see I'm, HM whats the word, unique? Yea that's it, I'm unique. You see there are a few of us in the world that aren't like other people, well not half of us at least. Me and my tribe we are known by few as foxtaurs. Enough about that I'm sure you would rather me just get along with my story here, so here we go. Oh by the way I'm known as Sophie Silvertail and it's nice to meet you.
I woke up with a start. i had been having a dream about finding my life mate. See in my village we take love very seriously not like humans (no offense meant to those who read this# once we have found our life mate, we never leave each other and even if it came to that we females of the tribe never find another mate. Once mated, mated for life is our saying. It was a pleasant dream, except for one thing, no matter how many times i had this dream the other person would appear fuzzed out, as if i couldn't focus on them. Thus i have no idea who this mystery person is, that is why i have decided to go on a soul journey to look for some answers.
I half heartedly got up from my bed on the floor and wandered slowly towards the kitchen, stumbling being half awake. 'Guess it's my turn' i said aloud to no one in particular as i grabbed a rucksack laying on the floor. Thinking of things i might need a began to pack it with slices of bread and bottles of water i wondered if i should take anything else. Rope! of course, i said as i face palmed. Wouldn't want to be caught out alone in the wild without anything to help myself now would i, i absent mindedly grabbed an old rope i used a few times around the house, wandering around i tossed various things in my bag. A knife, some berries, some bright colored cloth i figured i could use as a blanket and an emergency flag if needed, and finally i had the poor little bag so full i could barely close it properly. I easily had enough food for two people, but for only about 4 days, being by myself though i figured it should last at least double that and i knew the land okay so i figured i can always stop and pick some berries from a bush. Okay i think I'm ready walking out of my house and up the road about two miles before i took a final look at my house. It's the last I'd see of it for about two weeks and i whispered a silent goodbye, i knew my fields would be okay for a while, it was the rainy season so i didn't have to worry about them.
I turned a headed off the path and into the woods no place in mind, my soul searching journey had begun.
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Jon's story part 1
Hi, uh I'm not sure where to begin. I guess with my name is a start, I'm Jon, as for my last name i claim no last name any more. It's a rather long story that i would rather not get into right now thank you very much, I'll just say it was cause of a woman. NO not a woman, a she devil, an evil 'thing' disguised as a woman. She ruined my life, but that is the past and this is the present so lets not dawdle on that.
Having been outcast by friends and family i sank to despair in my life, turning to things like alcohol for my problems. Who knows maybe if i wasn't drunk at the moment i would have re thought my plan of leaving society behind and wandering through a forest with just a backpack of things. But when i was little i was in the boy scouts so i figured no worries there, i could fend for myself a bit. I had food and water and a tent, plus when i set out i decided to follow a river (lucky me i was smart enough to think that far) so i could always refill my cantine with more water if need be.
Still following the path i assumed would lead me somewhere eventually, i happened by and old shack. No one lived there and the roof was even collapsing in several places, as vines climbed up one side and toward the chimney as if it was trying to choke it. I poked my head inside the house and looked around, all at once the smell of something raunchy caught my nose, it seemed to be coming from those strange vines outside. Looking up i could see some poking through the chimney, starting to feel light headed and quiet queasy i withdrew my head and retreated back outside to the fresh air. I stumbled coughing toward the river, i thought a drink might help this weird feeling i was getting in the pit of my stomach. I slid down the bank and stopped on a little piece of land sticking out just over the water. Stooping down on my knees then on my belly i reached out to scoop some water up using my hands as a cup. I took a drink and tried to clear my head, those plants back there seemed to act like a natural hallucinogen sending my mind spinning and making it hard to think or see straight. Standing i stumbled forward forgetting momentarily where i was i braced for impact with the ground, when i felt a splash and water around me i laughed absent mindedly. I drifted over to one side of the bank thinking i could just climb out, then i realized how steep the sides were. I started panicking, Help! someone?! anyone help me please! I noticed that the water was picking up and i was being swept downstream farther and faster. I closed my eyes and thought about my life events, how fitting my death would be painful also. There! looking up i could see a waterfall coming up, i laughed inside already excepting my fate. Then i saw something, at first i though it was just a glint in the sun, something playing a trick on me, but as i got closer i saw it was a rope. It looked like it might have been left over from a rope bridge or something of the sort, however it was the only piece of it left. I noticed that it wasn't until after the fall that i would be able to reach it though and my moment of happiness shattered. Still i reached out and readied myself for both the fall and hopefully a grab. Feeling out for the rope desperately as i got closer to the plunge i felt my fingers latch onto it and i clung desperately for my life.
Swinging there, i knew if i let go of this rope even for a second i wouldn't have another chance to grab onto it, but the walls of the river were to high to climb over. Now this is what i would call a trapped between a rock and a hard place situation, doomed to hang on to the rope until my strength was sapped and i could no longer hold on, or i could let go and face my fate at the bottom of this fall. One option looking slightly better than the other, mind you i held on. Closing my eyes i tried to think happy thoughts but my mind was still clouded from those stupid plants, i gave up eventually and decided i would just try to conserve as much energy as possible. Listening to the roar of the river that seemed peaceful just moments before i drifted in and out of consciousness waiting for my fate to be handed to me, just waiting. |
Rain - Part 2 by Lynxthrax | #2 of Rain - **Rain - Chapter 2** The fox rolled onto his back, slowly opening his eyes. He could see nothing; the room he was in was pitch black. His eyes, opening more and more, were of no use to him. By some miracle, however, his arms were free. It was the first time he had woken up | [
"Compassion",
"Fox",
"Master/Slave",
"Otter",
"mistress"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249137-rain-part-2 | **Rain - Chapter 2**
The fox rolled onto his back, slowly opening his eyes. He could see nothing; the room he was in was pitch black. His eyes, opening more and more, were of no use to him. By some miracle, however, his arms were free. It was the first time he had woken up comfortably and not been tied to something. He stretched across whatever it was that he was lying on. It was soft, and there was a blanket on him, but that was all he knew. His arms sprawled to opposite extremes of his body, and then a little more. It felt good to stretch; he hadn't been able to do it for such a long time due to tight, binding ropes. The fox yawned, curling his tongue at its end. He retracted his arms to his side and let himself relax. He laid still, limp, collected, with the only noise coming from his restful breathing and the soft tap of the rain on the roof.
His cool state was flared as he realized something. His heart pounding, the realization that he was inside dropped on him as though Thor's hammer had struck. Inside meant trapped, trapped meant pain, and pain was bad. The otter was surely about, and he had a short time to escape his new fate. The quickened pace of his heart increased as he attempted to jump from whatever he was on. His efforts only constricted him, though. His relaxation was now tangled in a mess along with his limbs. The blanket that had provided him warmth was now truly doing its job as the fox's blood boiled in terror. He panicked. His arms flailed franticly, but all he succeeded in doing was getting himself even more trapped. Kicking his legs at full strength did little to nothing to help the situation. His brooding thoughts sliced his mind as escape became lost. He could not circumvent the situation; he had failed.
Determination exploded one last time inside of the fox, and with one last attack, he shredded his restraints. They shot off of him, but he shot off of the platform. His momentum swung him to his right, and plunged him off. He slammed his head on something, and within seconds, was out of it.
Linda flicked on the lights to her room. What she saw shocked her. Her bedspread was tattered, there was blood on the corner of her nightstand, and her new slave was lying on the floor, lifeless. Rushing over to his aid, her muzzle hung agape. She knelt to his side, and pulled him out of her sheets. He had obviously hit himself hard. A small cut was his trophy to his accident. Linda parted the fur on his head, and found it next to his ear, which was dropped. It didn't seem bad, certainly not bad enough to knock a fur out. He had probably fainted from fear. Linda licked her thumb and wiped away a bit of the blood. Not that it was really bleeding, but blood was still there. She picked him up, and even though she wasn't that strong, lifted him with ease. Using two of her free fingers, she opened the door to her private bathroom.
She set the fox on her toilet. He had to be stopped from falling over a few times, but eventually he stayed still. A small white cabinet above his head had what Linda wanted, so she carefully stepped up to it by having one leg on each side of the toilet. The door creaked open, and a small box was resting next to a bottle of pills. She took the box and went on to open it. It was reluctant to make itself accessible, but with a small fight it popped open. The otter pulled out a small bandage and quickly applied it to her slave's wound. He groaned, but remained unconscious. Linda nodded at her handiwork. She had been quite the medic over the past day. Patching up the fox's gash on his stomach and tail was no easy feat. But the white gauss that encompassed the trauma was proof that she had a good skills with band-aids. She smiled at herself, and picked the fox up again.
She carried him into her living room, which was directly below her bedroom. The couch seemed like a good place to set him down, so she did. The light, starved fox slid from her arms and onto the sofa. Linda picked up his head and gently slid a pillow underneath it.
"Well, I found what the noise was," she said.
"Heh, I see that," said another otter that was sitting in a chair that was next to the couch. She had blond hair, and deep brown eyes to match her fur. This was only a slight contrast to Linda, whose only major difference was that instead of having hair, she only had her natural fur.
"So, what happened? He looks hurt," the other otter continued.
"Oh, yeah. He fell and thumped his head on my nightstand. He got himself good," Linda replied. She looked at the fox as she sat down in a chair next to her fireplace.
"Hmm, well, as I was saying, do you want to go swimming? I mean, it's such a nice day, why waste it?" the other otter suggested.
Linda pondered it for a moment. Could she leave her slave alone in his condition? He was sleeping, so he couldn't really be too much of a problem... "Alright," she said, "I think there are some towels already outside. Let me just get undressed..." Her voice trailed off as she jumped out of her shirt, then her jeans, and lastly her bra and panties. The other otter did the same.
"Well, then, let's get going," Linda said when she finished. A nod of agreement was returned, and they walked out the sliding glass door that linked the living room to the back yard, where there was an in-ground pool. The soothing sound of the graciously light rain filled the house as the opened the door and ran into the pool.
With a sudden jolt of fiery energy, the fox shot to life. A terrified expression dawned his face as he struggled to remember where he was. It was not a long battle with his memory, and after about a minute, he clearly recalled that he was in the otter's house. Hysteria kicked him, and he flew off the couch he was on. He didn't get up immediately, despite the fear. Instead, he remained on the floor, and took a second to do something that so many slaves could not - rationalize. He perked up his left ear, and waited. To his pleasant surprise, he didn't hear anything. His tail twitched at this, as this meant that the otter wasn't around. This was good; he could get off of the carpet.
Slowly standing, his tail between his legs, the fox silently scanned the room. It was a large room, with white walls. A fireplace aided two lamps to keep it lit, as the sun was not shining any hope into the room. Despite it being large, it was cozy. It had an open way into what seemed to be the kitchen, a large window that was covered partially by curtains, and a corner that looked like it led to the entrance of the house. The furniture in the room was oddly nice too. There was a nice armchair next to the couch he had just awoken on, and there were plenty of pictures of his new mistress and another otter that had blond hair. There was no tile, only carpet, which made everything seem nicer also.
When he finished admiring the room, he looked back at the kitchen entryway, for next to it was a glass door that he assumed led to the back yard. That would probably be his best way out. He had no plans to stay and get beaten to oblivion. No, it was run or die. That in mind, the fox went over his plan. He would slip out of the door, scan the backyard, and if all was safe, run like hell. It wasn't very elaborate, but it was the best he had. He also hadn't exactly thought it through; it was a spur of the moment. But this seemed to be his only chance. He would not lose it. Sighing, he headed towards the door.
It opened with no noise, and he absconded to the yard. It was drizzling, and a bit windy, but still light out, so he would have to be especially careful. He attentively closed the door behind him, and proceeded with step two of his jerry-rigged plan. He scanned the yard. With no one in sight, he crept off the porch, and onto the lawn. To his dismay, his owner appeared out of the pool that was in the center of the yard. She noticed him, and had a confused look on her face. The other otter soon appeared behind her, and mimicked the fox's owner with a confused look. They were both at a loss, and were blatantly unhappy. He was screwed now.
Linda hoisted herself out of the pool and said, "What are you doing?" Her tone was unintentionally aggravated, but she paid no heed. She approached the fox, expecting an answer. Instead, he fell to his knees and put his arms up in defense. His head was ducked, his ears were limp, and his tail was tucked between his legs. The poor thing was terrified. Linda walked closer to him, dripping water behind her.
"P-please, I-I'm sorry!" he burst out. Tears dripped from his eyes as he began shaking, anticipating a beating. Trembling, he took in a deep breath, and began muttering the word 'sorry' repeatedly. He stiffened, waiting for the first blow. But it didn't come. Sitting still for a while, the fox's eyes clenched shut, confusion began to grow in the fox. His breathing became very light; so light, in fact, that it was hard to tell that he was breathing at all. He seemed to be a statue, the only thing showing life was his shaking.
Still, no punch was thrown. The fox was now confounded. Why hadn't he been hit yet? He slowly opened his eyes, and got a small peak of something terrifying. The otter was sitting in front of him, smiling. His eyes shut tight once again. The only time his previous masters smiled was when they had a new form of torture to test out on him. He learned that smiles equal pain. And now that the otter was smiling, pain would ensue. He was sure of it. But it didn't. The fox felt nothing but the cool wind once again.
Worry ran through him. If he hadn't been smacked by now, then there was probably a horror in the works. He peered out once again, expecting to see something awful. But, rather than something terrible, he found a welcomed sight. The otter was gone, and all that was in front of him was wet grass. He searched for the otter, but it was rather limited. He didn't check behind him.
When he felt a wet paw on his shoulder, he freaked. With a yelp, he fell face first to the ground, slamming his face once again. It hurt, but he had no time to wallow in the pain. He jumped up, and tried to crawl away. He came to no avail, though, and was pulled back by a pair of wet paws on his sides. He was much too weak to struggle, and was pulled back easily. He still struggled, and he put forth all the resistance he had at his disposal, but it was still not enough. He fell into a wet trap that was his mistress.
Linda grabbed the frightened fox and yanked him in to her. He desperately tried to escape, but he could not break free. She refused to let go. She pulled him close to her, and wrapped her arms around him. At once, he froze. He ceased his struggling, and his breathing became shallow. Linda kept him in her arms, hoping that he would realize that it was more of a hug than anything. She loosened her hug in an attempt to calm the frenzied fox. He was tense, and with good reason. Most other furs had different, harsher views on how to handle their slaves than she did. With that in mind, she decided to comfort the fox.
"Shhh, don't worry," she breathed into his flattened ear, "I won't hurt you."
She got no direct response, so she decided to try something else. She stood and wrapped a towel around her. The other otter had already wrapped up and went inside, so she decided to follow. She picked up the fox, and was hit with more struggling, but easily subdued it. Linda went into the warm house, her slave in her arms.
She put him on the couch, and dried off. It wasn't hard to; the water pretty much rolled off her fur. She finished and decided that she could wait to redress. Instead, she sat next to her fox. His ears were against his head and he was holding onto his tail. It seemed to comfort him.
Linda got closer and asked, "What's your name?" She already knew of course; it was on his paperwork. But still, it was a great way to see if he would at least respond to her. To her delightful bewilderment, he did.
"Its T-Taylor, m-mistress," he quietly stammered. Linda watched as he shifted restlessly.
"Well, Taylor, my name is Linda, and I want you to know that I won't hurt you. You don't have to fear me. I'm not cruel. I promise to protect and take care of you. Believe me, I -" She was cut off by the sound of rummaging from her kitchen. "I'll be right back. I think my sister is getting into something."
She stood and headed to her kitchen, where she found her sister ransacking her fridge. She walked over to her and asked, "Alright, I'll bite. What'cha looking for?"
"Cheese. Pepperjack, if ya got it," her sister replied.
Linda rolled her eyes and said, "It's right here Sue." She reached in and pulled it out. She was about to hand it off to Sue, but stopped. "Wait, let's make some nachos!"
"What? It's only nine in the morning," Sue said. Linda seemed to think about it, but her thoughts were absolute.
"Yeah, why not. Besides, I bet Taylor's pretty hungry too. So, come on! We had a light breakfast anyways," she said. Sue hesitated, but eventually agreed.
Taylor breathed a sigh of relief when the otter was gone. He sank down onto the couch and relaxed. He was astounded that he hadn't been beaten. It was insane to think that he wouldn't be hurt for trying to escape. Staring at a wall, he pondered what his mistress had just said. 'You don't have to fear me.' Anyone who told him that would obviously be lying, except for her. Maybe she was different... His thoughts were slaughtered by a massive wave of hunger that swept up his curled gut. He gripped his stomach and groaned. The last time he had food was three days ago, at the holding center. He had had water of course, but not food. Then he thought about something else his new mistress said. 'I'll take care of you'. Did that not mean she would feed him as well. He glanced at the kitchen. It would be a dangerous move to go into it. But, if his mistress meant what she said... He sluggishly rose to his feet, and headed for the kitchen. He made himself look as submissive as possible, in hopes that if they did get angered with him, they would go easy with the punishment. He stood outside the entrance to the food haven, and listened to his stomach. It was screaming at him to pursue, but his mind was beating it down with fear. He was in full self-preservation mode, and it was tearing him up, both physically and mentally. But, his stomach won in the end, and he slowly stepped into the kitchen. Besides, there wasn't much that the otter could do to him that hadn't already been done.
He stepped in, his head ducked. He walked over to his mistress and fell to his knees. This was not unnoticed.
"Oh, hey Taylor, did you need something?" Linda asked. Taylor was quiet for a second, then opened his mouth to speak. He stopped before a sound emerged, though. He smelled food. Sniffing, he tried to trace the source. He was successful, and found three bowls of chips, topped with cheese, green onions, and pulled pork, sitting in the oven he was next to. His eyes widened and his mouth watered at the sight.
"I'm fixing some nachos," Linda giggled. "And from the look of it, they're done. Here, watch out," she said, opening the oven. Taylor jumped out of the way, afraid he had done something wrong. He wasn't hit, though, so he went back to twisting his bushy tail. Linda took out the three bowls and set them on dish towels, so that they could be held without scorching anyone. Sue poured three glasses of milk, and set them next to the bowls.
Sue took a bowl and a glass of milk, and so did Linda. Taylor, however, just sat there. "Taylor, that's your bowl and milk. Grab it and lets go watch a movie, okay?" Linda said. Taylor was shocked. He was just given food by the fur that owned him. This was unheard of in the slave 'community'. Anyone who did this was pretty much a saint!
He grabbed the bowl, and yelped. It was much too hot. He looked at how the others were handling theirs, and figured it out. He picked it up right, and grabbed the milk, before following the otters into the living room.
"Sit here," Linda patted him a spot on the couch next to her. This astounded him too. He was just being let on the couch! There had to be something wrong with his new mistress. It was very strange to be this nice to something valued as property.
He sat next to her, and looked at his bowl of chips. He sniffed them, and picked one up. It was very hot, but he didn't care. He shoved it into his mouth, and even though he burned himself, shoved another one in. And another. And another.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down. You're going to choke if you eat like that. Eat one at a time," Linda said, turning on the television. Taylor stared at the nachos and swallowed the huge bite he had. It hurt on the way down, but it got there, and that was all that mattered to him. But, for fear of punishment, he tried moderation.
"What do you want to watch?" Linda asked.
"Oh, let's watch Sex and the City!" Sue said.
"Not you, him," Linda said with a slap to Sue's hand.
Taylor was too busy trying to stop from shoving more than three chips in his mouth to notice the question directed at him. "Hmphff?" was all he said.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Linda repeated. All Taylor did was give a shy shrug and continue eating. Linda sighed, and reluctantly put on Sex and the city. Sue was definitely happy with it though.
Taylor didn't care, all he knew was that things were going good for him. And they did for the rest of the day. He actually got to watch t.v., and he got fed, and he was treated as a fur, not property. It was actually a system shock. It was absolutely out of the norm.
Late in the afternoon, after Sue had gone home, Taylor was just sitting on the couch, waiting for his new mistress to return from the bathroom. He had it made, even if it was probably all a lie. He didn't trust Linda very much, but for now, she was alright with him. Well, as alright as she could be.
She returned with something in her hand. It was a small, red composition notebook. "Hey, Taylor, I was given this when I bought you. They said it was the only thing you had. And if you don't mind me asking, why is it red? I mean, I can see the black in it. And what is is?"
Taylor snatched it from her, and held it like it was a child. Linda almost snapped at him, but decided to be nice. It was obviously important. "It's red because... because I bled on it...and it's my poetry book."
"Oh, I...I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I you don't mind, I'd love to read one of your poems," Linda said tenderly.
Taylor didn't want to. He was afraid of what she would say, or what she would do. He couldn't lose this book; it was the most important thing in his possession. Well, it was the ONLY thing in his possession, but that was beside the point. Unfortunately, how does one say no to someone who has ultimate power over him? Reluctantly, he handed her the book.
"Aww, thank you," she said. Taylor just receded into himself and played with his tail.
Linda opened the book to a random page, and after flipping through some of the worn pages, found a poem called 'Pseudo'. She started reading it aloud, with only the fireplace to light her view.
She began:
Pseudo
Stars smiled down,
Upon one and his love,
On her no frown,
From him a hug,
They hold each other,
The moon in their eyes,
He kisses his lover,
In it no lie,
But I am awoken,
By the cool wind's soft song,
No words are spoken,
I was alone all along,
Caught in confusion,
I felt my heart pound,
I cried for the illusion,
And stars smiled down.
Linda, with a tear in her eye, looked up at Taylor. He had tears streaming down his face too. They stared at each other, their tears glistening off each other. It was silent, calm, smooth, and sad, and as no words were spoken, the rain continued to fall. |
Rogue's Redemption Ch. 3 by KarusDaedlyn | #6 of Rogue's Redemption Hopefully the error breaking up my chapters into parts is now fixed, and I won't have to do that again. - The hazy hound awoke to a pounding on the doorway of his bunk. "Karus? KAR-US!! Are you alright? Has anything happened?" Percival shouted through the latched tight | [
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"Karus? KAR-US!! Are you alright? Has anything happened?" Percival shouted through the latched tight entryway.
Grasping his pounding head, the wolf attempted to collect himself. He had been roused in this manner several times before. First, make sure he had not left any paraphernalia out in open sight. Second, get a bearing on what occurred during the last dose. Both of those were clear, so he checked himself in the cracked mirror to verify his appearance. Matted hair, bloodshot eyes, and a faint odor of night sweats...nothing that was indicative of any more than a terrible night's sleep. It would be safe to respond, but first...the canine checked his wrinkled vest, and extracted the Zephract that he saved for just this purpose. Although dangerous to combine such a stimulant with the extreme depressant Necrosia, it had become something of a combination for him, to jump-start back into activity quickly.
"Coming, Percy! You just caught be about five minutes before my alarm went off," Karus responded, being honest about that at least, as he saw the time set on his visor. He quickly inhaled the dosage through his lupine nostrils, experiencing the now mild jolt as the chemicals began to reanimate his sluggish body.
Before unlatching the hatch, he placed the empty canisters of both drugs into a discarded holster, being careful to not make too much noise, to avoid rousing Percival's suspicion. Karus buried the holster under a few piles of rubbish, hoping that he would remember the placement of them so he could dispose of them through the trash compactor before either Ts'Sai or Percival went through his room.
"Karus! You know I hate it when you lock this door! I respect your priv-"
The door locking mechanism clicked out of place, and Karus swung the door inwards, facing his captain and attempting his best to control his somewhat jittery mannerisms, as well as conceal the fact that his head was pounding. An unfortunate side-effect of being able to sleep was that Necrosia tended to deplete fluids around the brain, and Zephract used up even more fluid from the body as it accelerated the processes within.
"But...I haven't really earned the right to have it, is that what you're gonna say? Sorry, boss, I don't really sleep very often, and if I ever get to, I crash hard."
Percival shrank from the entryway a bit, not from fear of the wolf, but more due to a general fear of confrontation.
"Well, yes...I could hear you snoring almost halfway down the hallway...And please, do not assume that I am thinking less of you, I am just, concerned. There \_was\_time on that station for you to meet old friends..."
"Well, the reunions were not quite that cheery, if you didn't notice, boss. Had to shoot someone and scare the shit out of another," Karus replied, sassily weary, "It's just...never mind, boss. What's the problem?"
Percival nearly explained the situation, but began to notice how the wolf was carrying himself, oddly off-balance. The raccoon noted how the normally sharp, brown eyes of Karus were focusing poorly, and unlike the 'swagger' that the wolf had, he appeared more like a sickly dog. Similar to how he used to rouse while under the influence of one drug or another...but...he did not want to press the issue.
"Are you alright? Forgive the expression, but you look like hell, Karus. Still having trouble with..?"
"Yeah, not sleeping too great...Prolly just from everything going down at Beatrice's. It'll pass," Karus said, cracking several joints in a stretch, holding his aching head.
"Well, I certainly hope so, friend...Anyways, the \_Marco's\_VI safety protocols took us out of subspace just a bit early, there's a large storm blocking the path to the trade lane."
"Ah, crap," Karus complained, rubbing his temples as he tried to control his steps towards the galley, "Need to grab a canteen really quick, boss. And I'm not happy...since this is sign number one that this contract is a load of...junk."
He avoided the terminology he would have preferred to use, as he saw Ts'Sai sprawled out across the center squared table of the dining room. Not wanting to shake his head out of pain, Karus merely sighed as he could not understand why the young cat refused to use chairs properly. Acquiring a canteen, the wolf guzzled it quickly, hoping that the fluid would end this miserable feeling.
"What do you mean, Karus?" Percival asked, not understanding his companion's reasoning. He also winced, noticing his friend chug the water so quickly, remembering it being one of the tell-tale signs that the canine had been using something.
"Think about it, for a second," he replied, as Ts'Sai toyed with a stuffed bear, all four paws sticking up in the air, "Why would someone create an artificial jump point?"
"Well...to gain access to systems that one couldn't before, due to being out of normal subspace vectors," Percival said, now taking notice of Ts'Sai, gnawing on the toy, obviously playing out every possible stereotype for attention.
"And?" Karus lead him on, after a heavy breath, finishing the entire canteen in a matter of seconds.
"I don't quite follow, that is their primary purpose," the raccoon replied, gently dragging Ts'Sai around on the table, much to her amusement at finally capturing their interest.
"Okay, sort of...now think, if you're able to place a jump hole, anywhere you want in the galaxy," Karus continued, running his paws through his frazzled golden locks, in a self head rub, "Why would you place it directly in the middle of a storm? It's not like...it just popped up outta nowhere. You can see an electrical disturbance from light years away, \_especially\_with the kinda galactic surveillance the Terrans have. Makes it difficult to get transmissions out, if the ring needs maintenance, or for people to even \_find\_the thing..."
"Unless you \_want\_the jump point to remain hidden...Oh...bugger," Percival said, careful to control his words, especially if Karus could. "This is...looking to be quite the opposite of the legitimate contract I had been hoping for."
Ts'Sai sat up, only having passively listened to the boring conversation to begin with, but focused on the word 'storm.' "We don't need to fly into thunder, do we?" She asked, perking her ears forward in anticipation, ducking her head ever so slightly in the hopes that if she cutely displayed fear, another way around would be taken.
"Thunder, no, little one," Percival said, scratching under her chin, causing the kitten to surrender her adorable display in happiness, "As the sound wouldn't be traveling through space. But lightning, yes."
"Don't worry, champ," Karus said, cracking his neck loudly, causing both Ts'Sai and Percival to twitch in empathetic pain at the sound, "One of the few super-sciency things I actually bothered to read about was that. Me 'n Percy here designed the ship to avoid any complications, from that sorta thing. Heck, most ships are...Still doesn't make it a fun trip, though. Friggin' holonet goes down, sensors go all screwy...it's just an annoyance, not dangerous."
"Well...we might as well go to it, shall we, Karus? We're dangerously close to missing the specified deadline, and the contract says that any breach is-"
"Considered a crime by Terran bas...tooges," he replied, catching himself mid-word and skewing his lupine ears in different directions, with Ts'Sai grinning at the reaction. She had been around him enough to know how hard they both tried to sanitize their behavior, for her sake.
"I've taken the liberty during your rest," Percival spoke carefully, to not hint that he had doubts about what Karus may have done in his quarters, "To place the coordinates in a hard save, so that even once sensors go down, we will have a point of reference inside the storm to travel to."
"Well, then, guess we don't really have much to wait for, do we?" Karus said, arching his back in a stretch, causing the mess of fur to stand up in patches. He ruffled Ts'Sai's headfur, and gave a 'thumbs-up' signal towards the cockpit as he backpedaled towards the passageway. Ts'Sai's ears flopped downwards and she sighed, not eager at all to traverse through a cosmic electrical storm, and she followed with flopping, heavy footsteps and drooped shoulders. Percival took up the rear, as his normal position in engineering would be nearly useless as the disturbance disabled the sensors, and he decided he may as well take in the sights.
Karus sat carefully in front of the controls, beginning to feel the beneficial effects of water added to his system, and not wanting to shake his head up from bouncing around. Outside of the canopy view, a massive cloud of tiny particles buzzed, filled with thousands upon thousands of dancing flashes and bolts.
"Ugh..." Karus grumbled, not entirely eager to be visually assaulted with the bright storm. With nav point highlighted in purple and blue, he eased the impluse thrusters forward into the silent storm, towards their destination.
Ts'Sai eased into the cockpit, her ears folded back in a worried expression. As the \_Marco\_dove into the cloud, her wide eyes dashed back and forth rapidly, following each new burst of electricity as quickly as her kitten reflexes could allow. Suddenly, she gasped and dove behind Percival as a particularly large, jagged bolt struck their craft just below the plassteel canopy.
"Oh, my poor dear, don't fret. This cloud of particles is bouncing back and forth, bumping into each other millions of times in a matter of moments...and they build up energy, just like...well, you don't really have carpet here," Percival tried to explain to the shuddering kitten as he cradled her in his lap in the co-pilot's seat. He had little static shocks in mind, but realized she most likely had limited experience rubbing her footpaws on carpet.
"They're still too bright, and quick, and spidery-looking, and...I don't care how they show up, they just scare me...a little bit," Ts'Sai said, burying her face away from the view, tightly under Percival's chin.
Karus sighed, rubbing his eyes and steering with his footpaws for a moment, looking away from the canopy to avoid the bright display. "I don't think a science-y explanation is gonna work, boss," Karus commented, stretching out his arms as he leaned back far in his chair. He looked at the kitten, coiled snugly against his friend, and thought back to something that comforted him, from deeply buried memories.
"Say, kiddo...you ever hear about how wolves, I mean, long, looooong ago, used to think about thunder and lightning?"
Ts'Sai peeked from behind her furry cover in Percival, and saw the odd wolf looking at her upside down, leaning back far too much in his chair, with his frazzled headfur flopping around his face and ears. She felt a bit more comfortable, riding out the storm, seeing Karus lead by his nonchalant attitudes. Her slight smile was all that it took to let Karus know to proceed telling the story.
"Alrighty, bud, so...a long time ago, before space travel, blasters, and stuff like that...Wolves used to hear thunder, and see lightning all across their world. It was way before all of the science-y stuff too, and no wolf had any idea why it was happening. Well...in short, one of our shamans...uh, spiritual types," he added, noticing the kitten skew her ears in confusion, "They explained that lightning was the sky's way of talking to us. It let us know about distant weather, in a literal sense...but it was supposed to also foretell important events, inspire pack members to do things they had put off, to bring the clan closer together...that sorta thing. Used to be scared of the sound too, to be honest...after awhile I got kinda used to 'em. Actually, started to sleep better with 'em, to think about it..."
Ts'Sai was wise enough to hide her smile from Karus, covering her tiny mouth with Percival's vest. The wolf rarely opened up in that manner, and she knew that if she was to reveal how touching it was to hear him bare parts of himself, he would close right back up again. She looked out of the canopy view, once she knew she could contain her little grin, and gazed towards the dancing lights, and felt comforted, imagining a young Karus looking at the same display and sleeping soundly.
Percival, however, lacked some of Ts'Sai's nuance and observation. "Well, goodness, Karus," he said, juggling Ts'Sai with a few chuckles, "If I had ever known that, I would certainly have parked the \_Marco\_on more planets with storm activity!"
Ts'Sai dug her miniature claws into Percival's sides, prompting him to jolt a bit, and he looked at her in confusion. She narrowed her eyes, pinned her ears flat, and gave a small 'no' head shake to him, hoping that his comment would not cause Karus to close in on himself again.
The pilot chuckled along weakly, and gazed for a moment off to the side, and with stifled, saddened eyes, flipped back rightwards towards the controls and took them again. His stance had changed, slouched more in contemplation than laziness. Ts'Sai dug her claws a bit deeper, causing Percival to moan quietly in pain, but the point she was making got across. Still, she held them there for punishment, and thought quickly to try to salvage the moment.
"I like it when you tell me about when you were younger, Karus," she said in her most apologetic, timid tone, "I...I don't know about you, but...I feel like I can relate to you, as an orphan."
Karus could not help but grit his fangs, partially due to regret at bringing the memory up to begin with, but primarily due to admiration of Ts'Sai. She knew \_exactly\_how to tug at his heartstrings.
"Heh, you're more right than you know, kiddo," he begrudgingly admitted, "I am something of an orphan."
Percival looked at Ts'Sai pleadingly, to remove her tiny, but sharp, claws from his ribs. She relented, but only to hold a finger to her lips, indicating that he should keep his mouth shut. He readily nodded in agreement, as the young kitten obviously had more sway in opening the hound up than he had. Although Percival had always assumed the worst about Karus's past, he had never gotten him to make such an admission.
"Can...can I ask you about your parents? I mean," she thought rapidly, hoping to gain at least a little ground, "You kinda know what happened to mine..."
\_Shit, backed yourself into a corner with this one,\_Karus thought to himself, nearly considering using the boosters to arrive at the nav point faster. The perfect excuse was just a few thousand kilometers away, the giant ring of the trade lane was starting to stand out amongst the flashing display. Not enough, though, to remain completely silent...
"Well," he said, contemplating how little he could mention before arriving at the destination, "I...uh...Well, it's more like I'm thought to be dead by my parents, if that makes sense."
Percival and Ts'Sai looked at one another, befuddled by the answer. Percival shrugged at her inquisitive look, showing he had no idea what Karus was talking about. Ts'Sai pondered for a moment, not sure how to continue.
"Well...wouldn't you want to let them know, that you're alive still?" she asked, unable to comprehend anything other than a tragic mistake causing a situation like that.
"It's ah..." Karus said, keeping a close eye on the ring they were approaching, "It's a bit more complicated than that. Not really an option anymore."
The wolf was thankful for his companion's naïve nature, and inability to see the double-meaning behind parents 'thinking they were dead.' Before any more questions could be asked, Karus decided to point out their arrival.
"Hey, look, guys. Trade lane's right there, gonna input passcodes now to make the jump. Based on contract's description, should only be a few minutes in subspace before we arrive at planet. Bit of a short jump."
Ts'Sai sighed, knowing that his mention of their current job probably meant he had ceased his moment of revelation. Percival smiled at her, and mouthed, "I'm sorry," so as to not be overheard by Karus. He followed with gestures, and a bit more mouthing to say, "You got more than I ever did."
The\_Marco Polo\_shimmied to the 'front' of the ring, indicated by giant, flashing green lights. Hundreds of bolts were striking the ring, deflected by huge series of rods along the ring's outer parts. Karus edged the ship within 100 meters of the opening, as only extremely short transmissions could be made with such disturbance, and he sent the codes to activate the artificial jump point.
Percival and Karus had both utilized trade lanes in their travels before, but the concept was an alien one to Ts'Sai. She saw Karus input the code and send off the transmission, and leaned forward eagerly to see what would happen next. The giant four green lights began flashing, and electrical energies began building up along the inner portions of the ring. Space in the center of the ring began to twist and warp, bending the images of the lightning around. Shortly after, the disturbance began to rotate and expand rapidly, extending outwards to encompass the entirety of the empty space inside the ring. Finally, it appeared to 'lock' in place, as the image solidified into a single dark hole edged with a bluish hue.
The\_Marco\_began to move towards the created singularity, but Ts'Sai noticed Karus's paws were nowhere near the controls. When she looked in confusion at Percival, he answered, "Tractor beams, little one. To ensure the craft that sent the passcode is the one that gets sent through."
Ts'Sai looked on as their ship was taken into the small hole, and the bluish tint engulfed the ship. She, and the rest of the crew, felt the same displacement as they entered subspace, and everything seemed to lurch forward for a moment as the ship was propelled instantly through the hole, the bluish edge now becoming a massive corridor, somewhat like the pathways in natural subspace.
Admittedly, it was more fun for Ts'Sai, as the 'movement' was less boring than normal subspace travel, as various twists and turns gave the impression of going on a very fast ride. Percival noticed the kitten's excitement, being batted by her tail. He thought to explain how the 'turns' were following a series of rings towards their destination, spaced appropriately to facilitate an artificial corridor where none existed naturally. On second thought, though...he decided to just let her enjoy the experience quietly.
Karus stole a quick glance at the pair, and grinned, despite her constant questions. He had to admit that she was incredibly perceptive for her age, and he would have to take greater precautions in the future to not be caught off-guard again. It was not like he enjoyed the mystery, certainly...But this was a good gig, and did not want to risk potentially losing it, if either her or Percival ever had full understanding of what happened, years ago.
Ruminating on the thought, as their ship hurdled through the subspace corridor, Karus hoped that nothing else would cut his facade so close. It was difficult to come up with enough excuses to avoid Lupine space...although Percival usually took any suggestion without too much effort. Things would get difficult as Ts'Sai grew from a kitten, however, especially as her understanding grew. Perhaps, by then...
His thought process was interrupted by the light buzzer that indicated their travel through subspace was ending. He waved to the pair behind him without looking, and pointed at a small flashing red light. A thrum sounded throughout the ship, as their ethereal travel method was ending, and a loud \*\_CRACK\*\_boomed as they entered realspace again. The ship's sensors and viewscreens sparked to life, and the view through the canopy was no longer that of spectral forces guiding a pathway, but real points of light in the expansive Milky Way.
The crew looked in unison at one particular viewscreen, depicting the planet that they were instructed to visit by contract. It was a very habitable planet, with expansive, dense greenery, massive oceans, and clearly visible deserts. Active cloud activity suggested a very diverse climate, as well.
None of this, however, was what was running through Ts'Sai's mind. She bounded out of Percival's lap, and skipped towards the screen.
"Are...Are we going here!?" she asked, excitedly.
"Yes, my little lady," Percival answered with a chuckle, "The planet's name is Haven, according to our job description. We are only here to make a pick up, but...we'll see how long we can stay, for you."
"Yay!" the energetic kitten exclaimed, jumping into the air with joy. It had been \_so\_long, by her standards, to have actually stood on real ground, breathing in natural air...she could not help but hop about the cabin, without another way to expel her energy.
Karus nearly made a comment, about seeing how ugly the Terrans and Syndicate had made the surface...but he did not want to take away this little victory for her. Flying was his element, he knew, but the youthful kitten had no such outlet, and it was understandable how she could view being cooped inside a ship akin to a prison. Truthfully, he hoped this contract was not as sketchy as it appeared, and the his little comrade could enjoy some real sunshine for a change. He engaged cruise engines, and took a relaxed pose in his seat, with footpaws propped up on controls, and their destination locked in automatically.
"Hey, champ, know you're excited to breathe some non-recycled air, but, might wanna get buckled in, once we hit atmo and pick up the planet's gravity-well, artificial grav's gonna cut off in here, and might get a little bumpy," Karus warned Ts'Sai with a smile, keeping his darker thoughts to himself.
"Aww...that stinks," Ts'Sai replied, ceasing her bouncing for a moment. Before settling down, however, she wrapped her arms around Karus's neck and nuzzled his cheek warmly, wanting to show some affection for his brief amount of opening up. She hopped up on Percival again, and as he fastened their seat belt snugly, he could feel her straining to contain herself from leaping up yet again.
As the planet began to take up the entire canopy view, Karus sat up and properly took control again, slowing the cruise engines to take a safe approach. He did not trust auto-piloting to handle a descent through atmosphere, preferring to take manual control of it. Although Percival assured him the algorithms were sound...much like his disdain for targeting computers, he trusted his own instincts much more.
Slight wisps of gasses could be seen riding along the edges of the *Marco*'s wings, only increasing Ts'Sai's anticipation. The crew could feel a slight shift in their bearings, as the artificial gravity cut off in time with them being picked up by the planet's well, as the wolf predicted. Karus flipped on the communicator to a burst transmission, not entirely sure of whom he was requesting to land with, figuring the appropriate authority would respond.
"Transport craft \_Marco Polo\_to planet Haven, requesting permission to land. Please give coordinates and approach vectors," he said, being on his best behavior, for the moment.
After a few seconds, the sound of rocketing through real atmosphere started to roar through the ship, and the wisps of wind began to burn red hot and zipped by instead as flames. Karus had a tight grasp on the shaking controls as he guided the craft downward, impatiently waiting for a response. He noticed four different blips on the sensor arrays, appearing to be on an intercept course for their position. Escorts of some type were to be expected, although...he wanted an 'all clear' message before feeling safe, and made sure to check the current route for a few escape vectors should the need arise.
Luckily, he did not need to wait long for a reply. Percival, too, was anticipating such a reply, still doubting in his mind the wisdom of taking this job, after Karus had expressed his concerns. Ts'Sai could feel Percival's tensions rising in his tightening thighs as she lightly bounced in eagerness.
"Syndicate landing control to *Marco Polo*, we read your approach. Standby for a sensor sweep by escorts. Following that, proceed by painted vector to landing zone. A representative will be dispatched upon arrival," a nasally voice spoke in a meticulous manner, over the receiver.
As the Syndicate controller spoke, the comms unit portrayed the approach and destination on a holographic overlay on the canopy view. Karus slightly adjusted the descent of the \_Marco\_to match the nav buoys lighting up before him, slightly more comfortable with a reply. Still...it was not enough to assuage his doubt. He tapped one of the blips to bring up an enhanced display of the craft on one of the side viewscreens. Naturally, it attracted the attention of both Ts'Sai and Percival.
"I've...never quite seen a ship like that before, have you encountered one like that before, Karus?" Percival asked, not with a tone of apprehension or fear, but of genuine interest. He had never seen such a craft.
"It's vaguely Terran...the aerodynamic wings show that...but the compressed cockpit is something else entirely. Nearly looks like it could be a feline design, with the main body," Karus indicated, zooming in on the image with his right paw, not needing too much attention to keep them on course, "But...I'd say the fit for the pilot must be pretty tight. And these...dang, that's some pretty awful forward firepower. Anyways...no, I've never seen a ship quite like that."
The crew did not need Karus to explain for long, as the quartet of fighter escorts quickly spread out around their ship, featuring along most of their side and rear viewscreens. Ts'Sai looked in curiosity, not understanding how Karus could tell that the 'body' of the ship was feline. She tried to notice the particular aspects of the ship, like he had pointed out to her outside of Beatrice's space station. The dual wings were jutted out, slightly downwards, and bent straight down, at the tips. As Karus had noticed, the wings were covered in a trio of cannons, and connected to two larger cannons along the 'body' of the ship, which was tightly compacted, barely affording any space for what she must assume where the pilot was. However...the majority of the center of the craft appeared to be a single, giant engine, from what the kitten could compare engines to look like, from what she had seen before.
To Percival, a close examination of the craft appeared to be a technical marvel. Obviously, the engines and weapons were tied to a singular power source, in the center fusion reactor of the craft. Maximum speed \_and\_forward firepower were connected in one, and, with his experience in the field, he could tell the boxy arrangements sticking out of the main body were heat sinks, to avoid overheating such a taxed power supply. What he could not make out was, how they managed to also fit in life support, or redundant systems for the already tightly-fit pilot.
Karus paid little heed to the strict design of the ship, and focused instead on their formation. It was perfect. Almost...*too\_perfect. Even the most elite of squadrons flying in formation had to deal with pockets of air, slight over or under corrections...but this one appeared to almost anticipate where they would be. For one of the few times it was necessary, he even glanced at the 'pings' the\_Marco*'s sensor arrays were giving him, and the squadron of four fighters were perfectly, mathematically spread equal distances from the ship, only altering in numbers lower than a full meter.
Suddenly, with instantaneous precision, the four fighters spread out, one ahead of the *Marco*, two to the starboard and port flanks, and one to their rear. Air breaks and boosters both screeched in the now noisy ship, surrounded by real atmosphere. The expertise of their maneuvers unnerved Karus, who had seen some very fantastic aeronautical displays before, and was more than capable of them himself...but something still felt off, about the entire thing. He tested a theory he was forming by very slightly weaving the \_Marco\_just a few degrees between the nav buoys...and as he expected, the fighters moved in absolute harmony, without any delays whatsoever amongst any of them, almost as if they were predicting his movements before he made them.
Worse, however, was the fact than an alarm, very familiar to both Karus and Percival, began to sound. Along with it was a yellow blinking square in the wolf's holographic 'Heads-Up-Display.'
"Hey there, partner," Karus said into the communicator, beginning in a soft tone, for him, "It's pretty unprofessional to flag someone with a missile lock during a sensor sweep. If you didn't realize, you\_can\_scan someone without pointing your reticule at them." Although the wolf was attempting to maintain politeness, towards the end of his statement he \_did\_lay on a fairly bitter tone.
The pilot lifted a paw to indicate confusion to Percival, who responded with an equally puzzled look. Karus was unsure what to do, understanding it would obviously be quite a mistake to begin evasive maneuvers, but...it was instinctual to do so whenever someone was targeting him. Percival was unsure of the protocol as well, because none of this was standard procedure. For one, the fighters had not even identified themselves, or announced that they were beginning a sensor sweep.
Neither Percival nor Karus had long to dwell on the subject, as the slight buzzer stopped, and a blaring alert sounded, as the cockpit's lights dimmed and turned red. Ts'Sai covered her ears from the auditory assault, and Percival held her closer. With lips curling in frustration, baring fangs, Karus slammed the panel to silence the alarm and angrily took the detachable headset for the communication system.
"Now look here, you stupid shit, you've just gone from flagging me to full blown lock, I've got half a mind here to raise shields, blow this first fucker away in front of me, then ram the piss out of the rest of you! Who the fuck are you getting a lock on me!?" Karus shouted, unable to control his anger at the unknown pilots.
The same nasally voice replied, "Oh, pardon me, I must have forgotten. It is our policy to maintain a lock on inbound and outbound visitors, to maintain safety for the personnel here. Apologies for the inconvenience." Despite the 'apology,' the voice was dripping with insincerity.
"Why don't your flyboys speak for themselves, dickweed?" Karus said impetuously, with Percival groaning in the background, hoping the wolf would not instigate yet another conflict.
"Those are *drones*, good pilot," the faceless voice answered, in a particularly condescending tone.
"Must be a shining jewel of a planet if ya gotta point a friggin' missile at everyone coming or going there, chief," he continued, growing more bitter by the moment at such a 'reception.'
"Please, if you would, just follow the buoys precisely and there will be no issues, we will happily greet you at the landing pad," the controller replied, somewhat hinting with the inflection of his voice a threat, should the \_Marco\_leave the designated approach for any reason.
"Roger that, pal," Karus answered, getting the idea for a bit of mischief. It was his suspicion that these fighters were remotely controlled, and he wanted to put them to the test. He muted the headset, and cocked his head to the side to speak to Percival. "Hey, you guys are latched in, nice and tight, right?"
Percival could already tell what Karus had in mind, and wanted no part of it. "Karus, please, we already know this is an undesirable situation, there's no need to escalate it..."
Not hearing the answer he wanted, the wily wolf decided another approach. The topography of the planet was in full view, complete with dense jungles, mountains, and oceans. "Ts'Sai, would you like a better view of this planet, and have a bit more fun on the way down? If so, just make sure the belt is buckled snugly."
Ts'Sai perked up, even as Percival was attempting to tell her 'no.' She tested the tightness of the lap belt around both her and the raccoon, but just in case Karus would pull something \_really\_fun, she also quickly latched the shoulder strap over Percival's protests.
"Ready for a ride, Karus!" The giddy kitten happily yelled over the captain's softer-spoken complaints.
With a devilish smile, Karus suddenly inverted the *Marco*, and the began flying upside down. Because the artificial gravity was off, everything within the ship experienced a flip in weight towards the planet. Headfur from Karus and Ts'Sai flopped around, and Percival reacted with exceptionally quick reflexes to catch his cap as it fell from his head towards the now upside-down canopy. Slight jostling could be heard down in the ship, particularly from Karus's quarters where nothing was secured.
Ts'Sai clapped her paws in excitement, even as the belt dug into her from both her own, and Percival's weight. The view was tremendous, as their ship banked through wispy clouds, she gazed with awe at the beautiful green expanses, mountains reaching 'downward' towards the skies, and oceans gently stroking the edges of land with their waves. Holding her hair out of her eyes with her paws now, she imagined the feel of real earth beneath her toes and nearly 'squeed' with anticipation.
Percival, fixing the cap much tighter on his brow, was not \_quite\_as happy with his pilot's decision. Clearly, Karus wanted to push the limits of what 'following the buoys' meant, and he wanted to chastise him...but with Ts'Sai pressed tightly into him, bursting at the seams with happiness...it was difficult to find the motivation for reprimand. Perhaps just a little bit of shenanigans would be worth it, to maintain morale. At least, he told himself that, to avoid fussing over the possible reception they would be getting soon.
Karus, on the other hand, cracked his knuckles, eager for a chance to compete with these automated pilots. Although they did not invert themselves as he had, they were still locked in a tight formation, mirroring every move towards the landing zone he made, within the holographic flight path. He wanted to play with them a bit, while\_technically\_abiding by instructions...so he began to rock the *Marco*, upwards and downwards, side-to-side, and barely clip the outermost portions of the projected path, alternating in whatever random pattern suited him. Several sudden changes of momentum occurred, rattling the craft even more, and causing quite a bit a g-forces on the crew, but the thrill of the ride caused Ts'Sai to giggle with glee, encouraging the hound to continute.
A heavy sigh sounded on the communicator, over the whooshing winds outside. "Please, pilot, do not-"
Karus pumped the air breaks, causing the rushing air to turn into a high-pitched roar, effectively cutting off the sound of the Syndicate controller. With ease, Karus maneuvered their ship to perform an aerial power-slide, almost sideways through the next few buoys. He also made sure to leave the channel open, just so the snide controller would hear exactly what was happening.
"Sorry? What was that? I couldn't quite make you out," Karus replied with a voice comprised of false concern. He left off the air breaks, straightened the craft, and continued his bobbing game with the drones.
"I\_said\_, pilot, please do not-" the voice attempted to say again, before Karus pumped the air breaks in time to screech the atmosphere once more.
"Oh, my bad, seems like the signal must be breaking up, or something. Oh well, sure you can tell us about it when we land, right? See ya soon, friend!" the wolf said, still bitterly sarcastic as ever.
Percival tried to rest his face in the palm of his paw, finding it a bit difficult with the inversion of gravity. "Karus...I know this contract had been agreed upon in less than desirable circumstances...And the legitimacy of it can easily be questioned...But is it \_absolutely\_necessary to cause further problems? I, for one, was hoping for something nice, quiet, and simple, hopefully clearing our names, and getting a large sum of credits."
"Hey, boss, these guys started it with the whole locking-on thing. Besides, I'm not really breaking any of their instructions," he said, attempting to sound as innocent as possible, "Just having a little fun with their RC toys, that's all."
Despite having a bit of fun at the controller's expense...Karus was, however, experiencing a bit of a problem he did not want to show openly. These drones had *not\_slipped up, in the slightest. True, he was confined to maneuvers within the confines of the nav buoys, but...he would have expected average machines to have made some sort of calculation error, after numerous high-G pitches and shifts. Ts'Sai was gleeful at the turbulent ride, and Percival looked as if he might lose his protein-paste breakfast, but these drones...they were \_improving*, if that were possible, occasionally making proper bearing adjustments before they could possibly know that he was going to. Begrudgingly, he began to fly a bit more conservatively, even re-orienting the craft properly, once again tumbling everything not fastened tightly around in the back of the ship.
"Aww," Ts'Sai bemoaned, saddened that the thrilling ride had come to an end. Percival, however, was immensely grateful.
"So, what prompted you to stop playing games? I'm certain it wasn't my persuasion," the raccoon commented, seeing Karus with a glint of frustration in his face after glancing at the sensor arrays.
The wolf pitched the ship slightly, just to give Ts'Sai a clear view. Vast greenery turned to desert towards the equator of the planet, and the quickly descending nav buoys indicated that they would be landing there. Karus mused for a moment before responding.
"Those drones are freaking me out, to be honest," Karus said, being entirely candid about the situation, "I think they are learning, by watching me...getting better at tracking my vector changes. I don't like it. Certainly not planning on a problem with our 'benefactors,' but...I don't like flying with things better at blowing crap up than me."
That observation upset Percival, but for different reasons. While Karus may be concerned with their potential escape from a bad situation, Percival thought to the historical, and scientific impact such a possibility may mean.
"Karus...that comes dangerously close to breaching the line between a Virtual Intelligence and Artificial, if what you say is indeed true. Creating a learning program, especially an armed one...If they also possess independent communication, we may be dealing with one of the biggest breaches of interstellar law since the bio-attack on Veratek!"
"Well, boss...looks like a settlement is coming up, and figure that's where we're going to be landing," Karus said, almost in a bemused fashion due to Percival's reasoning, "So...guessing ya may wanna keep eyes peeled and glean anything ya possibly can, before touching down."
The pilot pitched the 'nose' of the craft downward a bit, and reluctantly followed the suggestions on the nav buoys to drop to a recommended speed. Originally, he had wanted to test the drones' capability for a high-speed breaking maneuver...but did not want to reveal his own craft's capabilities anymore. By lowering the canopy somewhat, the view was clear to everyone of the crew.
Amidst the vast desert, a great golden plateau stood upwards. Along the rocky outcroppings of the stone giant, clear signs of construction could be seen. Starkly, a giant, silvery, turreted wall could be seen, with other large metallic militaristic buildings within, their armored walls hinted at such. Outside of the heavily fortified complex, much smaller and organically-built dwellings spotted the landscape.
Karus slowed the craft to nearly a hover...slower than the speeds recommended, but he wanted to catch a glimpse, and to give the others a chance to view the scene as well.
"Look! Cats!" Ts'Sai shouted, excited to see many of her kind in the outer areas, moving in between the mud and thatched huts. Her observation was correct, many feline Anthromorphs were amongst the crowd assembled outside of the walls. There was a smattering of other species, as well, but clearly, the predominant species here was feline.
However...Percival was noticing the dress, and status of the Anthros. Many were adorned in what appeared to be very meager dress, certainly below what was available to a power that was able to construct such a protected installation nearby. The various huts were in obvious disrepair, and the movement of the inhabitants...appeared cautious, and fearful, to the raccoon's eyes. Already, he greatly regretted the decision to take this contract.
"Oh...wonderful. Apparently ethnographically similar species are being overseen by an overwhelmingly militaristic force...Nothing could \_possibly\_be wrong here," Percival noted, with obvious sarcasm.
Karus immediately understood what Percival was seeing, and could not agree more. He wanted to turn away, but...knew it would probably result in them being shot down. The wolf took close note of the armed guards, and figured he could already identify most of the buildings within the high walls. A barracks, armory, control tower, HQ...it was a textbook Terran forward operating post.
Ts'Sai, however, did not understand the looks of disdain Percival and Karus were giving the place.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked with genuine innocence.
"Just making a terribly obvious social commentary," Percival responded quietly, "I'm afraid it will certainly get clearer as we touch down."
Still not comprehending, she shrugged and continued to look outwards. She could see rows of Anthros proceeding to a tunnel in the plateau, assuming that some sort of digging work was going on inside. Her companions surmised as much, too, but with a different perspective of what was really happening.
Hovering over the landing pad, a simple text-based message appeared in the comms unit giving them permission to land. Contemptuously, Karus flashed the engines much more than necessary, kicking up a large amount of dust around the landing site, and directed the exhaust of the engines to stir up the debris towards the barracks and armory areas. Even Percival kept his mouth shut, already having a hatred of the setting.
Finally, Karus set the \_Marco\_down, although the hovering drone fighters remained. It was only until he initiated the shut-down sequence of the reactor, that they apparently lost interest, and split their formation, jetting off into varying directions. He assumed that the fighters had a regular patrol, and only stopped their vigilance to see them entirely downward.
"Well...let's try to get this bullshit over as quickly as possible, right boss? Not looking to be a hero, we have a job, let's get it done with, and if anything is \_really\_screwy here, we can report it to more proper authorities later," Karus said, unbuckling himself and heading towards his quarters to retrieve his boots.
"Unfortunately...I have to agree. Clearly, we are not equipped to fix this...injustice, but...hopefully things are not quite as bad as they appear on the surface," Percival decided, his heart heavy at the prospect of being an accomplice to the situation.
As Percival unlatched himself and Ts'Sai from their seats to head out as well, Ts'Sai fixed her headfur, still quite confused by the attitudes of her companions.
"What happened to staying? Getting fresh air, and offa this dang ship for awhile?" Ts'Sai asked, stamping her little foot down, upset at not seeing what the two others could tell. She reluctantly followed the two, as they apparently were holding to their decision, and trying to move as quickly as possible.
The crew stopped outside of Karus's quarters, as the hound made a brief spot check inside to ensure his contraband had not slipped out into sight, before opening the hatch wider.
Inside, he found his boots amongst the topsy-turvy piles of junk, and began strapping them on.
"Well!?" Ts'Sai asked impatiently, demanding an answer for their sudden change of plans.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, it's just," Percival struggled to find the words in his head to explain to her. The concept of abject slavery was one that he had not expected to explain to her. "I don't think that the cats are here by choice, Ts'Sai. Or any of the other Anthromorphs. This place...appears to be a forced labor camp."
Ts'Sai gasped, and then her eyes began to well, slightly. "Y-you mean?...All those other cats out there?" she began to inquire, before emotions of the dire situation began to fill her up.
"It's...it's what it looks like, dear. I'm so sorry," Percival said, attempting to console her.
"And," suddenly the kitten's hazel eyes filled with a flame, "Those bastards in the contract want us to work for them!?"
Percival slouched, not even wanting to reprimand her for the use of inappropriate language. He felt just as guilty, and ashamed of the idea. "Yes...I'm afraid that is the case."
"B-but...We can't! These jerks have to be stopped!" she cried, balling up her small paws into fists.
"Problem is," Karus answered, standing up with gritted teeth, "They've got at least four different drones that could fry our asses, and I'm gonna call it, we're gonna be 'escorted' by at nearly a dozen armed guards, that nosy Syndicate douche is gonna end up being a weasel or something, and they're gonna shuffle us to deliver some shady package."
The wolf tromped off heavily towards the cargo bay exit. Percival followed dejectedly, having to agree with his pilot's assessment. Ts'Sai, still caught in a loop of anger and confusion, followed only to try to get more answers.
"But...we gotta do something! Call the police, let the Terran authorities know! Just...forcing people to be slaves can't be right!"
"It's not right, but..." Percival wanted to try to explain, both for his sake, and hers, how impossible it would be to intervene. He just could not find the appropriate words.
"Laws get a little bit fuzzy, especially the further you find yourself from civilization, proper," Karus said, in a snarl that was clearly not directed towards the question, but in anger at even being here. "Bigger and better guns usually make you right, out here. Trust me, though, if there's a way to bite these guys in the ass...we're gonna do it, pal. Have my word on that."
He finished his promise with a determined nod towards Ts'Sai, who could at least take some solace in that. Karus bumped the cargo-bay controls with his fist, and stood with crossed arms awaiting their opening. Ts'Sai nudged into Percival, who protectively took her in his arms to face the expected problems.
As the clambering doors opened to the dusty surface, the crew was surprised to see a figure in waiting that was...not what they expected. A cheetah boy, perhaps in his late teens, sat eagerly on his haunches, appearing as if he would burst with excitement. He was wearing incredibly worn and shredded green shorts, not quite falling apart due to battle scars as Karus's outfit...but sheer age. The feline's upper body was bare, exposing a very lean, toned musculature. Atop his head was a green and black beanie, pulled snugly down his head.
Immediately after spotting the crew of the *Marco*, the exuberant cheetah exploded upwards in a gigantic leap.
"Yay! Visitors!" He exclaimed, still hopping rapidly back and forth, "Come on down guys! I won't bite, sillies!"
Karus raised his un-visored eyebrow and stole a glance back at Percival, who merely returned a befuddled expression. Ts'Sai found herself clutching a bit more at Percival's side...feeling a slightly strange feeling in her stomach, not understanding why she was so drawn to looking at the chiseled cheetah.
The hound uncrossed his arms, and strode down the ramp, not intending to be rude to the boy, but clearly looking right over him and even adjusting his visor sights to attempt to catch sight of anyone else approaching. Percival gave something of a half-hearted wave before proceeding, to which the boundless cat responded with a vigorous wave of both paws, still doing something of a little jig.
Upon reaching the bottom, and still not quite paying much attention to the energetic feline, Karus was immediately beset by the youth. The cheetah 'chirped' in elation, and grasped the waist of the wolf in an extremely tight hug. Karus was completely surprised by the embrace, but luckily caught himself before any reflexes set in. Instead, he merely tightened up in a clearly uncomfortable manner.
"Erh....umm...hey there, buddy. Guess you were expecting us?" Karus asked, unsure of what exactly was happening.
"Yep, yep!" the cheetah responded, smiling brightly and practically shaking with energy. "My name's Kenson Shimobe! I greet people that come here, or send messages back and forth, or whatever! I do alotta things!"
His speech was very quickly paced, and far more energetic than the wolf was used to. With as much finesse as Karus could muster, he pushed Kenson's arms down like a loop and stepped out of the hug. Kenson immediately returned to a state of excited waiting, and, as before, pounced Percival in a similar manner as soon as he stepped off of the ramp. If Ts'Sai were not clutching to his side, the fervent greeting may have knocked him to the ground.
"Gah! Oh, my...you are certainly a friendly one, aren't you?" Percival said in a pleasantly surprised tone, to which the cheetah answered with a vigorous nod against his chest. "Well, then, ahem, I'm Percival B. Ringwald, captain of the *Marco Polo,* and-"
Kenson cut him off in a flurry, hopping back away and gesturing wildly at the ship. "You mean, that's \_your\_ship? That...is...so...\_AWESOME!\_It's so cool like ya built it outta so many random parts and it was like, \_VVVVRRRROOOOWWWSSHHH\_coming down and like, \_SSSHHHRRREEEEEOOOO\_making dust go everywhere, and....AWESOME!"
Percival could not help but be a little flattered at the observation, however inexperienced it might be. No one else had ever appreciated the \_Marco\_in such a way, typically comparing the silhouette of the craft to a 'franken-ship' or suggesting that a garbage scow come pick her up. With pseudo modesty, Percival tucked a forepaw into his vest, and posed in a satisfied manner. "Why yes, Mr. Shimobe, it \_is\_quite a fine ship, isn't it? Now, you've already met my pilot, Karus," Percival continued, and Karus gave a slight nod, before continuing to look outward for more individuals coming, "And this here is our little stowaway, Ts'Sa-"
Percival was cut off yet again, as Kenson looked, and got the happiest expression at seeing Ts'Sai, who was trying to hide entirely behind her raccoon friend, uncharacteristically shy.
"*OH...MY...GOSH!!! ANOTHER KITTY!*" Kenson chirped loudly. He instantly dropped to her level, and began to gently headbutt her, in an extremely feral feline greeting mannerism. "You are \_sooo\_cute, too! What's your name!?"
The cheetah had ceased his playful greeting, and took the little kitten in a tight, but gentle hug. Ts'Sai, however, was completely befuddled. Her arms locked to her sides in something akin to paralysis, not entirely sure what to do with them. Inside her head, too, she was entirely lost. What exactly was her name? How was she so confused by the question? Why was this cheetah so...intoxicating, to her sensibilities?
Karus finally looked back, figuring any more greeters would make themselves known on her own. Despite his own removal from such emotions...he could immediately tell what was causing Ts'Sai's brain lock, and briefly grinned at her predicament. Eventually...one of them was going to have to explain to her what those butterflies in the gut meant. However...Percival would likely break out an anatomy book and completely ruin the point of such a speech, and honestly...Karus doubted he would be any better at such an explanation. He had ceased experiencing, or seeking out those feelings years ago. In spite of this, he knew he could at least come to her rescue this time.
"Hey, kiddo," the wolf said to Kenson, "She's a bit shy...hasn't really had a whole 'lotta exposure to the galaxy besides us two. Give her just a little time to warm up, first."
Kenson immediately released the breathless kitten, and gently patted her raven-colored headfur. All the while she could not stop staring at the shapely abdomen of the cheetah. "Aww, hope I didn't scare ya, kitty-cat! Just so happy to see another fuzzy face!" he apologized, before once again chirping in happiness, "So ah, what is your name?"
Having a bit of time to collect herself, she quickly glanced at Karus and gave a subdued nod to the rescue. The hound batted his right ear a few times to show he got the message, and still viewed partially outwards to analyze their surroundings. She swallowed hard, and fanned herself somewhat to lighten the heat she could feel building in her cheeks. "T-Ts'Sai...my name's Ts'Sai," she answered timidly.
The cheetah once again hopped back and forth with glee, exclaiming, "Gah! Such a cute name too! Glad to have ya come down!"
Despite the cheetah's prior flattery, and clear excitement at seeing them...Percival was growing a bit restless and wanted to move forward, in attempting to understand exactly what was going on. "Alright, introductions are all over," he said, still friendly but in an urgent tone, "And...I must confess that we did not expect to be greeted by yourself. Over the communicator, we were speaking to someone from the Osten-Wallenz Syndicate."
Kenson paused for his first time, and barely indicated a bit of resentment at the name being said out loud. "Oh, yeah...\_those\_guys...They sent me over here, saying they were gonna take just a little while longer. Happy though, that I get to be the welcoming com-kitty for ya!" He posed flamboyantly, with arms spread wide, smiling at his own little pun.
"You're uh...definitely a happy feller there," Karus said, getting at the question he knew Percival would want to get at, "Say...\_really\_happy for the setting, if you catch my drift. I'm guessing you live on the other side of the wall, right?"
This was the first time that the energetic cheetah showed signs of slowing down. Clearly, he understood exactly what the wolf was getting at. "Uhm...yeah...I do..."
"And I'm also guessing that you come to work here...and not exactly because of the splendid salary, am I right?" Karus asked, hoping to get to the bottom of things quickly, "And, to be honest, the eagerness is a bit hard for us to understand."
The formerly animated feline dropped heavily on his haunches, stirring up a small poof of dust, and stretched his bare footpaws outwards. "Yeah...You're right...It's not really great here, but...I try to stay cheerful, for everyone else y'know? Plus...I've always got my faith in Papa. I know He won't let things stay so rough forever...and knowing He's on my side, it's a lot easier to pick myself up and stay strong for all my friends and family."
"Who is this...Papa?" Percival asked, curious as to whom could inspire such loyal faith in one so young.
"Oh, you know, God," Kenson said, almost as if he could not comprehend someone asking such a question.
Reactions from the crew of the \_Marco\_varied. Percival understood immediately, and his furred face lit up with approval. The raccoon was fascinated with studying the social customs, religions, and sociology of the many different cultures in the Milky Way. Although he had never studied a culture that referred to a deity as 'Papa,' he could now connect the dots to understand how the boy could remain upbeat. Ts'Sai was intrigued, as she was not familiar with such concepts beyond references in Holonet programs or Percival's studies. Karus turned sideways to avoid showing his expression. He had no intention of offending anyone, and was at least concerned enough to avoid eye-rolling at the cheetah.
"Ah! Well, there's a good lad, always keep a stiff upper lip...We...apologize if there's not much more that we can do, other than offer morale support. Despite the capabilities of our ship...it is not particularly capable of planetary liberation," Percival said, extending a friendly paw to help Kenson back up.
"Well...I certainly hope it doesn't take fighting, but still...I always do get a little hopeful, seeing a new ship come by...You're the first other Anthros I've seen since the first ship landed here. Every other ship just has more soldiers, it seems," the cheetah revealed as he hopped back up with the raccoon's help.
"What was this first ship, if you do not mind my inquiry?" Percival asked on, insatiably curious about how this planet's situation formulated.
"That was my ship! Well, ours, really," Kenson answered, gesturing towards a few other laborers far in the distance. "We all came in one hyyyyyooooogggeee ship, most of us were from catty planets, but we picked up alotta other scaly, fuzzy, and all sorta types! It was years and years ago, back when I was just a' itty-bitty cub! But...alotta people wanted to get away from fights going on, and move out to a spot where no one hated each other, so....packed everything up onto a ship, and moved out here! Started building for awhile, but...eventually these guys came and relocated most of us here. Said it was to help make good homes faster, and, well...\_I\_was excited to get out to the desert, since it's a lot like my old home, but..."
Kenson's green eyes began to flutter a bit, recalling memories. Percival rested a consoling paw on his shoulder, and Ts'Sai felt like bursting in empathy-filled tears. She wanted to cry out how she was aboard such a ship too, but feared choking on her words again like before. Karus gritted his fangs, however, finally spotting what he was looking for in the distance.
"Heads-up, y'all. Think I'm spotting the bastard from the comms before," he warned, now causing Kenson to cringe as he felt uncomfortable with harsh language, "Bringing along six goons. Was a bit off in my earlier guess, then."
Kenson backed away slightly, carefully looking in the direction Karus was glaring in, and standing up in a much more forced, and proper pose. He whispered quietly, "Sorry, I can't be seen getting as friendly as I normally am. Really, really sorry. I hope we can talk more later..."
Percival noticed the approaching posse now as well...but had one more burning question to ask, before they were interrupted. He had noticed a thin ringed collar around the cheetah's neck, and needed to know the purpose. "Kenson, before they get here, I am terribly sorry to intrude but...what is that device around your..?" he asked in a hushed voice, gesturing towards his neck with his paw low, to avoid any spotting from a distance.
Kenson shook his head, indicating it was not a question he was supposed to answer. He merely stood incredibly stiff, as if at attention, waiting for the Syndicate representative to take over the proceedings. His eyes, however, pleaded forgiveness at needing to remain so uptight.
As the Syndicate group closed in, a thin, snakey figure lead the formation. It was clearly an Anthromorph, dressed in fashionable cybernetic business attire. Adorning the figure was a holographic watch and eye glasses, projected from small emitters along the suit. Flanking the business Anthro were human guards wearing thick-plated armor, closed helms with small, octagonal eyes, and bearing clearly dangerous blaster rifles that pulsated a dark crimson from their power supplies.
"My apologies for the delay, Captain Ringwald, however, we were expecting you just a few minutes earlier, and needed to readjust our already tight schedule to accommodate. I hope that our replacement welcoming boy was not a bother...as he can be quite...rambunctious," the figure spoke, a ferret with a very nasal-heavy voice.
Karus could not contain it any longer. It was a cheap trick to accuse the contracted party of lateness, in order to try to have an upper-hand from that point forward in any sort of confrontation. That and...despite Karus's seemingly unmoved response to Kenson, he despised these people for their abuse of refugees.
"Oh, don't blame the captain for lateness there, nosy," he cut in with his aggressively sarcastic tone, "That was my bad. First, I had some trouble locating a trade ring in the middle of a giant electrical storm. Not that there's anything shady about putting it there, nah...Was gonna make up for it on time by making a pretty sweet approach to landing site, but, kinda got held up by drones locking onto us that \_clearly\_aren't running on AI, right?"
The ferret narrowed his beady eyes behind his faux eye glasses which were radiating a light orange hue. "I suppose there are a few things we should clear up, immediately. This ruffian is your pilot, I presume?" he asked, refusing to address the wolf directly.
"Yes, Karus is," Percival answered, and for once, not particularly displeased with Karus for taking his stereotypically aggressive stance. He felt emboldened by the canine's confidence, and wanted to keep it up in the face of these criminals against decency. "However, he speaks for my crew as well as I do. We are going to require a great deal of clarification before we are able to continue cooperatively, as I am appalled by what I have witnessed, thus far."
"Oh, I do believe you are \_far\_too quick to judge," the ferret replied in a manner eerily similar to Percival, only more cruelly-intended, and toned through the nose, "But first, let me introduce myself. I am Margrave Reginald III, representative of the Osten-Wallenz Syndicate. I humbly welcome you to Haven."
"Charmed," Percival replied flatly. Ts'Sai could see in Kenson's eyes utter surprise at the manner in which Karus and Percival were addressing this individual. For a brief moment, they practically had a silent conversation between each other, enabled by the expressiveness of both felines with just their muzzle expressions and eyes.
\_Are you okay? Is something wrong happening?\_Ts'Sai asked with flittering eyes.
\_This is CRAZY! No one talks to them like this!\_Kenson replied by very controlled head nods, and eye direction.
She hoped to convey sympathy, and the cheetah answered with gratefulness, as they both waited with baited breath to watch the rest of the confrontation.
"Yes...Well, I suppose you need to have these issues cleared up before continuing," Margrave went on as Karus began to pace while rudely examining his entourage, "However, I believe it to be counter-productive to have such discussions amongst laborers and scoundrels. We should discuss this as creatures of reason." The wolf mockingly fanned his cheeks as if he were flattered to be considered a scoundrel by Margrave.
"And, by my reasoning, if it is something that needs to be said, my crew has every right to hear it as well. Furthermore, if you do \_not\_mistreat the denizens here, as I am certain you will claim, then our discussion has no need to be kept confidential from our greeter, here," Percival countered, fully ready to engage this adversary in verbal combat.
"If you insist, good captain. However, I fear the nuances of the explanation will be lost on your crude companion," the ferret said while glinting angrily at the hound, "The denizens of this planet are trespassers. By all legal rights, the Terran Consortium has the authority to deport, imprison, or...Well, I am certain you can grasp the situation, kind sir. Despite this planet existing in uncommonly traveled space, it is still \_technically\_owned by the Terrans, even if never populated. Once discovered by Terran authorities, a suitable compromise was made, and the Syndicate played the role of a neutral third party. In exchange for their labor, the refugees here will eventually buy back the planet they squatted on. The Syndicate is acquiring rare materials from the operation, and sharing the profit with the Terran Consortium, in a manner that benefits us all. So, do not be so quick to judge a situation based on appearances alone. This is not a...'labor camp,' by any means...this is a fair, freely agreed upon exchange in order to avoid unnecessary conflict."
Percival considered the explanation, but did not buy a bit of it. Clearly, his pilot did not either, blatantly rolling his eyes in clear view of the guards in a taunting manner. "*If*,*if*, this is true," Percival emphasized, "It is certainly not necessary to maintain such low standards of living for the labor force, and certainly not necessary to run an entire military installation, complete with...dubious, at best, drones, to oversee production."
Margrave's appearance sombered, but...even for the typically trusting Percival, something appeared insincere about it. "I'm afraid...Well, this really is not a topic for discussion among young ones, but...Not every inhabitant of this planet was willing to cooperate. Unfortunately, a small percentage of the population has receded into the jungles, like feral animals, to resist peaceful attempts at a solution. They are a threat to themselves, to our freely cooperating laborers, and to us. Such drastic measures are essential to providing security to those seeking a peaceful resolution. As for the drones, they exist to provide early detection for any ill-intentioned plots, as they can patrol entire regions of the planet indefinitely, without risking the lives of any soldiers. Although they appear quite intelligent, that is merely an effect of excellent programming, and certainly does not break interstellar laws against A.I. construction."
Percival lowered his head slightly, considering the defense this ferret had offered. It was obvious that he had every base covered, and attempted to even try to gain the moral high ground. However...it still did not feel right, and everything still screamed out to Percival that they were still roped into working for villains.
"I must inquire further, however, about the device around this young cheetah's neck. If this is indeed a true agreement amongst consenting parties, I must know if..." he trailed off, the question being obvious.
For a brief moment, one could see the ferret clench his paws. "More security measures were necessary, once it had been observed that certain...'cooperating' laborers, were, in fact, offering support for this underground rebellion. It is a...behavior adjusting device, meant to deliver corporal punish-"
"It's a fucking shock collar, quit beating around the bush you slimy bastard," Karus said, cutting him off in anger over hearing excuses for slavery, "And yeah, you're gonna say that they're technically legal according to Terran law, especially for P.O.W.'s, which I'm guessing is how y'all cover this shit up in the paperwork. Doesn't make you any less of a monster."
Margrave crossed his arms and shook his head, feigning regret. "Regardless of your pilot's brashness, you \_are\_legally bound by contract to complete the duties assigned to you," he continued, still refusing to acknowledge the wolf's commentary, "My description of the scenario here is only for your benefit, to attempt to make the work more palatable for what it may seem on the surface. In reality, it does not matter \_what\_goes on here, you \_have\_to do this, by the contract."
"Just lift your tail for a moment, and I can show ya where to stick that contract, pal. Got it printed on sandpaper just for such an occasion," Karus said, stepping towards the ferret and guards aggressively, prompting them to shift their weapons to a more ready position.
"That would be an unwise move, dog," Margrave said in his adenoidal tone, clearly insulting the lupine heritage as well, "As these are Terran naval forces, meant to keep the keep the peace from delinquents like you."
Karus laughed in a bitter, sarcastic fashion, and continued to swagger towards the well-to-do ferret. With a derisive index finger, he wagged it as he shook his dirty golden head dramatically. "Ah-ah-ah, you wealthy weasel, you...Don't ya know you can't bullshit a bullshitter?" the wolf taunted.
"Unit insignias," the canine explained, "I happen to be intimately familiar with these, actually." Like a stalking predator, Karus inched ever closer to the armored sentries. "These two are from Cunningham's Corsairs...got their asses handed to them on a platter in the Donegal System. This fella is a member of the Brotherhood of Buccaneers...lost count of how many of \_them\_I fried trying to edge in on Beatrice's place. Oh! Adorable guy right here hails from Tikanov, right? With the Onyx Aces...got to personally see an entire Draconian task force engage those scrubs over Boeotia...just like a firework display. Finally, this lovely couple is affiliated with Corsican Corsairs...Not even gonna bother to explain, just gonna mention...\_Garstedt\_system."
As the hound circled the guards, it was apparent how digging these insults were. Several clutched their weapons close, and one was visibly shaking with restraint to engage the contemptuous canine. All the while, Karus maintained a confident sway to both his voice and steps, before bowing in a provocative manner in front of Margrave and Kenson. No one outside of Karus and the guards had a particular reaction, as they had no idea what the wolf was mentioning. Margrave was merely annoyed at the monologue, Kenson was continually astounded at the audacity of this crew, and Percival just made more notes of how incredibly well-traveled his pilot was. Little Ts'Sai was partially frightened by seeing the outnumbered Karus clearly taunting these people...but also a bit happy to see these villains cut to size.
"And? Please cut to the chase if you will, brigand," the ferret asked with crossed arms and a scathing look.
Karus looked at Margrave in a dumbfounded manner, as if he was asking him the most ignorant question ever. "These are \_not\_Terran military, asshat," he replied with typical decorum, "They're all mercs. Not \_just\_mercs, of course...But all human companies, too. Each one with a pretty nasty reputation towards Anthros, in fact. I'm surprised they're following around a meat-sock like you, but I figure credits overcome all prejudices, don't they?"
Margrave shook his head and rubbed his temples through the holographic spectacles, unable to keep some of his fur from rising in anger. "Clearly, you are not familiar with the Terran act of deputizing, in which Terran Navy officers are able to-"
"Oh, I'm perfectly aware of Terran laws, thank you, and don't insult my intelligence again," Karus snarled with a threatening gesture towards Margrave, "It \_technically\_gives them the same authority of real officials. But anyone who knows how these things work understands...You don't hire a bunch of anti-Anthro thugs if this is such a \_legitimate\_operation, do you?"
The ferret dusted some imperceptible dust from his suit, as if even being motioned at by Karus got him dirty somehow. "If you feel that anything in particular is wrong with the way things are run here, go ahead and submit a formal complaint to Colonel Orhus. If not, we really must be going. I do not have the time or patience to attempt to get into a moral debate."
"I'll do more than sub-..," Karus caught himself mid-sentence and stopped. From the angle he was standing at, only the guards, Margrave, and Kenson could see his face. The young cheetah was surprised by what he saw, and could not help but pout in in empathy after seeing the shock on the wolf's face. He looked as if someone had suddenly kicked the wind out of his lungs.
"S-Say...say that name again," Karus asked, this time, in a much quieter voice.
"Oh!" Margrave exclaimed with glee, "*That\_is what will shut you up. I forgot that his name would not have been on the contract...Yes, you heard correctly, mongrel. Colonel \_Orhus*."
*Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic...* Karus continually ran this over in his mind, but it was impossible. There was no way to mask the utter shock. His fur stuck up in poofs as if static electricity was coursing through him. Balance was lost, and were it not for the youthful Kenson still standing stoically, Karus may have stumbled entirely to the ground. He clutched the cheetah's shoulder as he tried to collect his thoughts.
"Are..are you alright, sir?" Kenson asked as he felt the wolf leaning heavily on him. From behind, Percival and Ts'Sai grew fearful as well. They both saw something that neither of them would have ever expected to see. Karus's tail, despite him clearly fighting it, began to instinctively curl.
"Oh, this is grand," the ferret began to mock, amongst the guards mechanized speaker chortles, "I take it you must have known someone in the Lupine Defense Force."
Karus turned for a moment back towards Percival and Ts'Sai. His motions were jerky, like an uncontrollable amount of chills were rattling him. His left paw twitched by his holster as if he were about to draw his weapon reflexively, but his eyes looked to nearly be bursting with tears. "I-I...I think I should stay with the ship, Percival," he said, his voice soft and cracking. The raccoon knew something must be horribly wrong, apart from the uncharacteristic nature of Karus, now he was addressing him properly.
"Oh, no, I must \_insist\_upon you \_all\_being briefed by our Terran beneficiaries," Margrave taunted, now that the tables had been turned, "After all, we cannot have our contracted pilot miss out on any important information, now can we?"
Karus's paw clasped tighter on the cheetah's shoulder, not causing Kenson pain, but sending the clear message that the wolf was in an undue amount of distress. "Uh, um...sir? Are you alright?" Kenson asked timidly, hoping that the question was not over the line in front of the Syndicate and guards.
"Do\_not\_speak, errand boy," the cruel ferret warned, flipping a small device from his chest pocket, which caused the young cat's neck to twitch in pained anticipation. "As much as it would be an amusement to force this hooligan to stew some more...we \_are\_on a deadline. Please, if you would, errand boy, lead on to the Headquarters Ready Room."
Kenson was unable to move, still held fast by the stunned wolf. Karus had moved his off-paw to his gut instead of his holster, clasping it as well, appearing terribly ill. Percival moved forward, in between his friend and the posse of guards, and looked up with concern. Never before had he seen such an expression. This wolf, who had just two days before dropped his trousers in defiance of a massive Vulture dreadnought, was stopped cold by the mention of a name.
"Karus? Is...something wrong? Who is this Orhus fellow?" Percival asked, doing his best to ask in a contained manner, hoping to bring the pilot out of his daze and not to exacerbate the problem any more.
Margrave sighed loudly to interrupt them. "Boy? I do believe I told you to\_get moving\_. Unless our formerly rude guest wants to draw the personal attention of the colonel, he will get moving as well."
Kenson whined softly to avoid the ferret's ears, but was unsure of what to do. He was amazed by the canine's display of confidence...or arrogance, but still...It was a rush to see someone finally fight back against these oppressors. But, now...the wolf looked wounded, as much as anyone the cheetah had ever seen. With his naturally big heart, Kenson wanted desperately to try to help, but under observation...there was little that could be done.
"M-Mr. Karus? I think we have to go...I don't want anyone to get in trouble," he said, pleading with his wide eyes to attract the attention in the hazy-eyed hound.
Karus shook his clouded head for a moment, and did his best to catch his breath. He was forced to hold it for lengths at a time, trying rather unsuccessfully to mask how hard that name had shook him. "Y-yes," he answered, his voice squeaking and making him even more conscious of his terror, "Let's get going."
Kenson turned slowly, allowing the wolf to still balance himself against his shoulder. As he began moving slowly to not lose his frightened follower, the cheetah could feel the canine's erratic movements behind him. If only Margrave and his guards were not here...the young feline ached to comfort his clearly upset acquaintance.
Ts'Sai and Percival shared a moment of concern together, as they stepped forward, with the Syndicate and mercenary escort flanking to their rear. They watched their pilot step weakly along with Kenson, taking note of how Karus's knees appeared to lose all strength, buckling and re-catching themselves. It was a very disconcerting sight, as neither could truly comprehend something that would cause their friend to lose his composure in such a way.
Percival had an even deeper grasp of how dire things must be. After working with Karus for quite a while, it was clear that the wolf had a menagerie of emotional baggage, regrets, and history. However, his methods of 'handling' it usually revolved around ignoring it, attacking it, or burying it under a narcotic haze. Never, not even in their worst situations, had the raccoon seen pure, abject fear manifest itself in his companion.
The small crowd walked at a measured pace deeper into the complex, towards a larger central building obviously used as the headquarters due to the amount of traffic and comm equipment emerging from it. Normally at this time, Karus would be taking note of buildings, weaponry and position of guards and patrols, possible choke points or escape routes...but his mind was too awash in memories and terrors stirred. He managed to release Kenson's shoulder, however, he still followed in a daze with his arms not quite crossed, but grasping his stomach in a tight self hug as he kept his gaze locked to the ground.
*How could* \_ **he** **be here?...Will he recognize me?...Are Percival and Ts'Sai going to find out?...What job could we possibly be doing?...Why can't I just...not...** **be** \_*...anymore...*
Hundreds of thoughts ran rampant through the wolf's mind, completely unhinged from any sort of self-control. *Colonel Orhus*...only a captain when he and Karus...*met*. A fateful engagement that...forever changed what sort of creature Karus could call himself.
The entrance of the HQ was guarded to excessive standards. At least a dozen power-armored guards stood at entrenched posts along the entryway, along with two robotic behemoth-like walkers, standing almost four times as tall as Karus, on dual digitigrade legs as wide as him as well. Percival drew Ts'Sai closer to him, counting the many barrels protruding from the conical 'face' of the machine. It also distressed him to note the barrels were tracking their movement as they approached the entrance.
Margrave gestured impatiently for the guards to allow them to pass. The guard standing near the control pad for the blast doors responded with a stiff nod in his mechanized suit, and keyed in the combination to open them. An ominous 'hiss' sounded as the thickly-plated doors shifted their bulk inwards, allowing entry.
Kenson led slowly, always nervous about being inside of this place. Anthromorphs of any sort beyond Margrave were not typically allowed inside, except for 'administrative action' regarding discipline. And, as it was expected, those brought in for such 'actions' were never seen again. Timidly he stepped forward with the group in tow, with the hallway before them thankfully empty.
Step by step, Karus began to calm himself down slowly. \_I look pretty different than I did years ago...Orhus has a history with wolves in general, that should be enough to explain my reaction...This is more of an operation for the Syndicate...maybe he's just loosely involved...\_His brain overclocked itself attempting to rationalize the situation into being a less terrifying one. Unfortunately, all of that internal effort was entirely overwritten as they passed an entry to their right.
Karus's eyes locked onto the figure in the center of the room, ironically right after he felt safe enough to look upwards. Immediately upon recognizing the figure, the hound froze dead in his tracks, and quickly snatched up the nearest thing he could to hold onto, that being of course, Kenson's paw. A barely perceptible whine escaped his muzzle before the wind was taken entirely out of his lungs from pure shock.
The cheetah nearly jumped in surprised, not expecting such an interruption after traveling in silence for a good bit. He opened his feline muzzle to question what was wrong with him, but he recognized the look of utter shock, and instead tracked the wolf's vision to the center of the open room. Inside, he could see easily what was causing his terror, although, he had no idea how the wolf would have known such a human.
Percival and Ts'Sai overtook the pair taking point, and nearly bumped into them. Ts'Sai saw the horrific realization on Karus's face, and likewise with Kenson and Percival, followed his eyes to the center of the room. Within it, a human man stood, adorned in the traditional black and gold Terran military manner. Many ribbons and medals were pinned against his heart. Standing at a small podium with a holographic display, he apparently was directing the multitude of operators at various consoles. His jaw nearly appeared carved of stone, hair cut precisely in Terran regulatory manner, even sitting on his scalp in what appeared to be too precise to be true. These features only aided the eerie perception of him, as every movement was...more measured, or...artificial, than what one would expect in such a duty.
The most shocking feature was revealed, however, as he turned upwards from his direction, as if the man could feel the many eyes on his side. His eyes were blue, but...not just a natural blue. They practically glowed brightly, as if inner light was shining through them. Cold, calculating, vividly bright eyes. And they immediately locked onto Karus, without the slightest hint of expression crossing the man's face.
Karus choked back a gasp roughly, and flipped his messy headfur over his face, and stepped briskly, and shuddering, past the entryway, dragging Kenson along with him. Kenson was surprised, and nearly chirped out in surprise, but did not want to draw any more attention to the wolf who clearly did not want it.
Margrave and his escort reached the point of the entryway, and looked in to see what had spooked their contractor so much. The ferret grinned devilishly at seeing the Terran with the glowing blue eyes. Percival wanted to smack the daylights out of the creature, as he knew he was about to take another dig at his friend. Unfortunately, he had no idea what the connection between Karus and any of these people even\_was.\_
"So...you apparently know our Major McDowell, as well, do you? My, my...seems like you must be quite a well-traveled wolf, to know them by sight...I'm certain that none of your kind ever survived encounters with them during the war...Perhaps you were a Terran collaborator?" The sniveling ferret teased.
Karus stopped mid-stride, for just a moment, by Kenson's side. The cheetah stopped as well, and caught a side glance at the darkened figure. His face was shaded from direct view partially by his low-hanging headfur, but the young cat could see a hint of wetness along the hound's cheeks. He brought his rage-shaking paw to briefly dab at his eyes before continuing on, deliberate in his pace to get away from the taunting, keeping his eyes to the ground. Kenson took the lead again, feeling agonized empathetically with the wolf.
Certain that they were out of earshot of the control room, Percival decided to confront the aggravating businessman. "Will you stop it, you miserable, rotten bastard!? You have lost all pretenses of being here professionally, and continue to berate my pilot! How can you even pretend this is a legitimate operation when you have done nothing but attempt to goad my comrade into an altercation!?"
Margrave chuckled, walking past him to the front of the group as Karus and Kenson waited near the entrance to a locked entryway, presumably the briefing room. "\_I\_am just returning the favor this ruffian presented to all of these sentries," he said, gesturing to the armored brutes in tow, as he keyed in a passcode on a small panel to open the doors, "And for your information, \_I\_am \_not\_pleased with you being here at all. In fact, I hope you fail in our assignment for you. It was the Terrans who insisted on bringing in outside contractors. \_I\_wanted this to be handled in-house...alas, we are operating here in Terran-controlled space...so I must acquiesce to their wishes. Still...I hope for your miserable failure."
The doors opened, leading into a small room with a circular table around a holo-display, lined with chairs. "Here is your destination," Margrave informed with a sweeping gesture indicating that they should file in. Karus went in first, quickly, turning quickly to the right of the entrance to avoid hearing more of the ferret's taunts. Percival and Ts'Sai followed, with the raccoon giving the evilest of eyes to the smarmy creature as he passed. Kenson stood absolutely still, confused about what to do, now that his task of escorting the visitors to their destination was over.
"You too, *boy*," Margrave commanded disdainfully. "We unfortunately have not been able to attach similar collars to our...contracted help," he said as if choking on the term, "But as long as they stick with you...we'll know where they are. And believe me...you have \_no\_comprehension of the consequences should any of them leave your sight, 'till they leave the planet. Understood?"
Kenson shook his head affirmatively, keeping his face stern, although secretly he was happy he would be able to accompany his new acquaintances a bit longer. He quickly hurried into the room, hoping that this jerk would leave them alone for just a bit before the briefing was started.
Luckily, Kenson would get his wish. Margrave waved off the guards to return to their regular posts. When one sentry cocked his armored head to the side, curious of the wisdom of that decision, Margrave wove him off again. "No, I am certain even our ruffian here will remain well-behaved, considering his reaction to the leadership here. I, unfortunately, will not get to see the dog's reunion with the Terrans, as their lateness has pushed me precipitously close to missing an important status update with Syndicate HQ. I will, however, confine them to this room."
Shrugging his oversized shoulder-guards, the sentry turned with the others and proceeded back the way they came to their original posts. Their heavy footsteps could be heard thumping even in the briefing room.
Standing in the entryway, Margrave turned to address the crew one last time. "As I presume you heard, I must be off, since you \_were\_late, despite your pilot's prote-"
As the last guard passed out of sight behind Margrave, Karus's left paw shot out to everyone's surprise, but most of all, Margrave's. It tightly grasped his throat, immediately cutting off his air, and any way to call for help. Karus lifted the ferret with one arm, bringing him close to his face. Ts'Sai gasped, and Percival whined quietly, knowing full-well the rage that must have built in his friend, but not knowing what to do about it. Kenson shrunk behind a chair, fearing retribution from Margrave.
Karus whispered quietly into his ear, so that only he could hear him. "You are safe from me, for now, only because of my friends being here with me. Despite being a scoundrel, I \_do\_have some honor left, and insinuating that I ever was a collaborator with the Terran Consortium is an insult to it. You get a free pass on this one, but if it ever happens again, you \_will\_pay for it. Now, I'm going to let you go, you lock us in this room, and let business get done. If all goes right, we'll never see each other again. But \_never\_make that mistake again, or there will be no corner of the galaxy you can hide in that I won't find you."
Karus then stretched his arm out again, gingerly setting the ferret down, and releasing his vice-like grip on his throat. The others in the room waited with baited breath, hoping that the wolf had not doomed them. Margrave gasped for breath, and looked with rage at the menacing hound.
"You...should...not," he coughed, gulping in more air, "Have...done that. Under different circumstances, I would have you and all your companions killed for threatening me. However...you \_are\_right, that we should be fortunate enough to never cross paths again. I hope that you fail quickly, so that the Consortium is able to proceed on without any more delays."
He quickly keyed in another code, causing the door to quickly snap shut between him and Karus.
Percival heaved a sigh of relief that Karus had not instigated another conflict, but his emotions quickly turned to frustration. "Damnit, Karus! I am attempting to be sympathetic to your plight here, but you could have gotten us killed! We are in\_ **NO** \_position to be making threats here!"
The rogue looked downward again, with headfur obscuring his eyes, and calmly strode to the far corner of the room. "I'm sorry, Percival...Really, I didn't want to, but...that last insult was one step over the line. No one can call me a 'collaborator' and get away with it."
Percival groaned, falling heavily into a chair opposite his friend. Ts'Sai timidly took a seat beside him, and Kenson plopped up on his haunches in a seat, not particularly familiar with more 'polite' ways of using chairs. His awkwardness with the rotating seat brought a small smile to Ts'Sai's face, after so much tension and danger.
"Well, Karus...would you care to at least explain why that is such a tremendous insult to you? Or your apparent connection with the Terrans here? I understand you dislike topics of the past...but this\_might\_be essential information for us," Percival asked, not holding back with his tone anymore.
Despite being separated from the antagonizing presence of both Margrave and the Terran officers for a moment, Karus still acted in a strange manner for him. He was hiding, as much as possible, in this open room. The wolf pressed his back into the corner, and looked low at the floor to hide his eyes. With crossed arms, it appeared less like his typical defiant stance and more like he was trying to hold himself in one piece.
"Percival," he said with a cracking voice, "There's a lot I haven't talked 'bout. And...Right now, I would admit to all of it. Every. Ugly. Bit. But...these...humans...I just...there's no way to..."
Karus wrestled internally with his myriad of emotions, although the struggle was visible. One paw drifted to his headfur and grasped it, like he was attempting to pull it out by the root. He swayed from side to side against the corner of the wall, causing Ts'Sai and Kenson to lock eyes in a moment of shared sympathy for the wolf.
The pathetic display did move Percival to calm his anger at his pilot's outburst, but still. He needed answers. "*Please*, Karus. You do not need to explain the entire situation...but could we at \_least\_learn something about the people we are dealing with? For our own safety? Could your experience help Ts'Sai, Kenson, and I at all?"
Karus abruptly stopped in his erratic actions, frozen for a moment. His arms crossed in a tight hug again, but he looked upwards for the first time, directly at Percival. One eye was obscured by his cyan visor, but the other was bloodshot, and wet. The intensity of his look frightened the others profusely.
"Yes, Percival. I can say something. You've seen, just recently at Beatrice's station, the kind of company I used to keep. For all of their backstabbing, for all of their debauchery, for all of their crimes...If one of them shot you...and you were there, lying on the deck...or stuck dead in space...withering helplessly...they would have the common courtesy to finish the job. Hell...Vultures are even kind enough so that their rad poisoning will kill you aboard their ships, if you're ever taken alive. These people...they don't. They\_won't\_finish the job. Not outta any sort of regret, or mercy, no...they won't finish the deed because...it's less entertaining than letting you suffer."
Percival nervously adjusted his jacket, being caught off-guard by the seriousness in Karus's voice. It was so strange to see him in this state, and even without understanding, the fear started to spill over. Ts'Sai, also, began to shrink under the table. Kenson flinched in a startled fashion as well, after the wolf snapped his attention in his direction.
"I am so, so sorry..," Karus said to him, unable to comprehend the horrible fate of \_living\_under these officers.
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, as they all anticipated the meeting coming ever closer. Percival almost wanted to keep questioning, trying to understand exactly what his friend's fear originated from...but decided it may be better to research the subject on his own, as it was clear that Karus was nearing the breaking point. Shuddering beside him, Ts'Sai pleaded internally for their visit to abruptly end so she could reach the safety of the\_Marco Polo\_again. Kenson eased his tensing a bit as Karus turned his gaze to the floor again, but still prayed silently for some relief for these new friends.
Suddenly, a slight 'pop' emanated from the ceiling, breaking the stillness in the room. Karus reflexively went to draw his blasters, but stopped at grasping the holsters, realizing an attack on them would most likely come from the front door. Everyone's eyes popped straight up, scanning the ceiling for the cause of the disturbance. The wolf paced along the back wall of the room, stopping before a vent that was beginning to incline inwards.
As the vent inclined completely sideways, making very little noise, it slipped up into the dark recesses of the air filtration system. Karus braced for a surprise, keeping his paws on his holsters in case it was a threat. He peered upwards, with his visor kicking in light amplification. All he could make out was a fuzzy top of an Anthromorph's head, and a pair of eyes glowing green in the light amp, reflecting what they were glinting from the room. The others held their breath for the surprise visit.
Karus jolted as the voyeur popped out of the vent all at once, hanging upside-down. The sudden visitor was a fox, with the most elegant, royal blue coat the canine had ever seen. His bellyfur to muzzle was a soft, warm baby-blue, revealed as the fox wore no top, much like Kenson, his only coverings were a hip-hugging pair of black shorts, frayed but fixed with all sorts of electronic and holographic equipment. Looking down the slender form, Karus was surprised by his eyes. They were bright blue. However...unlike Major McDowell's cold, unsettling glow...these were bright, inviting, and happy eyes.
The fox made a slight 'squee' of delight, and quickly grasped around both ears of Karus, who was too surprised to have a reaction. He drew the wolf in, and eagerly kissed him. A slight muffle of protest escaped Karus's covered muzzle...but he quickly surrendered. Strangely, to him, the effect was rather calming.
It was at that time Karus realized that it had been *years\_since he even \_thought\_of anything remotely resembling intimacy. The playful Ts'Sai was the last creature to have attempted to touch Karus. \_Well*, he thought, *without also trying to kill me*. Amidst the flurry of fear, anguish, and regret that was assailing the wolf, it was...alien, to him, to be embracing emotions left untouched for so long.
Karus had but a moment to close his eyes and enjoy the fox's muzzle pressed tightly against his, and his head held firmly but gently by this interloper, before the fox relinquished his grasp, and fell from the ventilation shaft in an agile spin to his feet. The wolf stood there, dumbfounded at himself, for wishing that the moment would not end, so that he would not have to reopen his eyes to reality.
"Duffin!" Kenson exclaimed, finally recognizing the frisky fox, "What are you doing here?! How did you get out?"
"All in good time," the fox said, turning quickly to face the trio behind him, and brushing his tail intentionally over Karus's midsection, "But first, I want to greet our help!"
He grabbed around Karus again, lightly hopping with exuberance. The wolf stood still as a rock, unsure of what to do, and even more unsure of the feelings within him. From the table, Ts'Sai smiled to herself knowingly, certain that her friend was just now caught with the same feeling she felt herself when she had seen Kenson up close.
"I'm so glad you're here!" Duffin said, in hushed excitement. He let go of Karus, who almost had to catch himself after the hug. The fox greeted Ts'Sai with a smile, and gently bumped his head on hers. Finally, he enthusiastically shook Percival's paw so happily the raccoon bounced in his seat. "That means at least the first part of my plan worked!"
"Plan? Wait, wait...Please, explain slowly," Percival said, in a tired tone, "We've been exposed to so many things so quickly..."
"Sorry, good captain, but I only have a brief time to explain everything before the colonel arrives," Duffin replied with empathy.
"Wait...how did you know I was the captain of the-" Percival started to question.
"*Marco Polo,*" Duffin said, cutting him off for the sake of time, rather than rudeness, "I decided to stop by HQ security on my way out of my cell, once I knew you were coming. By the way, they're bugging your ship right now. I took the liberty of copying down the locations they're planting them on this drive, for when you depart."
Duffin handed Percival a small holodrive, which the raccoon took with something of a befuddled look. Percival was about to ask who this fox even was, but, anticipating the question, Duffin spoke up first.
"I, am Duffin Caprous. Former captain of *Radiant Horizon*, a vessel meant to deliver trade goods and necessary aid to outlying colonies seeking refuge from the War. We were downed on this planet by Colonel Orhus and his minions several standard months ago. Due to my technical skills, I have been kept here, and forced to co-operate with their plotting, or else my surviving crew will...I think you understand, without going into graphic details."
Percival nodded knowingly, however...he grew a bit more nervous as well, realizing that this was an escaped prisoner, and feared an untimely arrival by the colonel. He fearfully glanced towards the entryway as he secured the data drive, to which Duffin raised his eyebrows, indicating he understood and wished to continue quickly.
"Don't worry too much, I've been planning for your arrival for awhile. My cell is looping footage of myself in there, and my tracking tags still register 'contained,'" he explained, setting Percival's mind a bit easier, as well as letting Kenson know how he got out, "Now...This planet is valuable, because of a rare crystal formation housed within the plateau you must have seen adjacent to this base. It's what they are mining out of the plateau, Khayduran crystals. I know that some feline planets use such jewelry for royal garb, but...those are small pebbles compared to what has been found here. Almost that entire formation is composed of nothing but this. I would explain what they do, but...it's far easier to show you."
Duffin rifled through one of the small pockets on his shorts, and withdrew a small lead box. He set it on the table quickly, and opened it towards Karus. The wolf broke from his daze to find that his visor was out of control, giving all sorts of strange readings. Apparently, the temperature in the room exceeded 900 degrees kelvin, his vital signs were failing, and he was being fired upon. Percival, Ts'Sai and Kenson noticed the wolf jump at the sudden alarms being transmitted to his eyes.
"As you can see, the strange energy signature that emanates from these crystals impairs sensors quite a bit," he said, closing the box so that Karus would not be so distracted, "And that alone, is a bad thing. The stone in this container is larger than the size of almost everything found in feline space...imagine a chunk the size of this room. Right now, the Syndicate has enough in their possession to disable entire planetary defense systems."
Duffin paused for a moment, and strolled back to Karus, who looked with a pleading expression. The hound did \_not\_want to turn this into a major confrontation with the Terrans. Facing the entire group from the side of the room, Duffin continued his explanation.
"This, however, is not even the \_full\_of it. There are two distinct and separate factions here. There is the Syndicate, who I assume you met with that weaselly bastard, Margrave. They are here for one thing only, profit. Then, there is the official Terran officers and their small enclave. While they may appear to have similar goals...the Terrans have something up their sleeve. I just can't be sure of what it is."
As the fox continued, he paced confidently, often looking at Karus. It was as if two different conversations were being had at once. The obvious one, being spoken aloud, and one spoken with body language between himself and the rogue-ish pilot. Duffin \_had\_heard the wolf 'explain' his past experiences with these humans, and he wanted to instill in the canine that they were, indeed, able to overcome them.
"Now...as for your *supposed\_mission...The Osten-Wallenz Syndicate is claiming to be sending a peace offering to Wulfric von Benzen, their biggest competitor. Of course...this is bullshit. The Syndicate \_thinks\_they are sending impure crystals to Benzen Industries, which, if he were stupid enough to follow the lead,would set back their research and development quite a bit with rare energy signatures. However...the Terrans are installing a device of their own...they forced me to work on pieces of it, although, I was never able to truly get a full understanding of it. I know it will react with proximity to Neutronium...and considering Wulfric's station is orbiting a Neutronium star, that's bad. \_Really\_bad when you consider, the end triggers for the device are supposed to do...\_something*...with a massive amount of dark matter. I can't really say for sure, I need to brush up on my Astrophysics. Either way, I have included in that drive a holo-recording on how to disable the device. It is \_very\_important to do that, since...the device is also going to detect any delays, or deviations from the course they plot for you. If it does, there will be very explosive results."
He stopped for a moment, to let the information sink in to the crew's collective heads. Percival soaked it in, while most of it flew over Ts'Sai's understanding. Karus, meanwhile, was just mesmerized by a flush of emotions still bottled inside.
"So...essentially...The Syndicate is sending what they think is a mere corporate ploy to Wulfric, while the Terrans are sneaking in something much more drastic and unknown. Why are they using us? Why not use in-house transports?"
"Ah, I'm glad you asked. That was my doing!" Duffin answered, moderately bragging, "Due to my technical work, sometimes under a great deal of subterfuge with the Syndicate, I have often had the colonel in close proximity. Over time, I've been making...observations, to him, to plant the seeds of distrust between him and the Osten-Wallenz Syndicate. He must have been convinced that, with proper Syndicate transportation, they would have noticed the device, perhaps run off with the bounty, or their alliance may be broken once the device works. Even more...I doubt the colonel here is working with other Terran officials. By that, I mean, he has most likely gone rogue. This operation is \_not\_officially sanctioned by the Terran Conglomerate. If you can't trust your co-conspirators...nor trust your own government...outside help is needed. That is why I have 'suggested' the idea of bringing in a temporary contractor who \_must\_cooperate, like one attempting to get out of a bounty."
The fox winked at Karus, correctly assuming that the wolf was familiar with such contracts. Karus weakly smiled back, still internally conflicted.
"That way, Orhus can claim whatever happens was your fault while still retaining the trust of the Syndicate. Along with the knowledge that any random contractor taking this job would never have been able to locate or disable the safeties to the device."
"Alright, then...so, we essentially need to disable this device en route to Benzen Industries...and then what?" Percival questioned.
"Well, I would hope that Wulfric would be concerned about the Syndicate and Terrans attempting to ship him a dangerous device that could potentially kill him and destroy his headquarters. Once there, the device itself should be all the evidence you need to launch an investigation of this planet, hopefully getting us the aid we need in getting rid of these assholes."
The raccoon nodded in agreement. Ts'Sai felt a little bit warmer, realizing there was a plan to fight back against the jerks that would make slaves out of an entire planet. Kenson felt that too, a rising hope tight in his gut. Karus still seemed uncertain. He feared what opposing Orhus would mean. Duffin could clearly see this doubt on his face.
Unfortunately, before the fox could attempt to pick up the wolf any more, heavy footsteps could be heard down the hallway. Duffin rushed beneath the vent, in front of Karus. He grasped the sides of his head again, and tugged him down so he could whisper to him.
"I know you've got a past with these monsters...Don't be afraid, we can take them down together, alright?"
Karus shook his head affirmatively, wishing that the fox would not have to let go, as he trembled for the looming meeting with the colonel. Duffin gave him a quick, understanding embrace, and then hopped upwards using the wolf's shoulders for a point to hold onto. He briefly stood on them to hop up into the vent, and set it gently in place before skittering off to his cell. The wolf stood there, clenching his paws, wishing he had just a little bit more time. Somehow...the fox's experience with the villains here, coupled with his confidence...set his mind at ease more than he had felt in a long time.
The steps outside rumbled closer, coming to a stop before the entrance. Karus began trembling slightly, and swiftly moved to join his friends. He took a seat beside Ts'Sai, facing his back towards the door. While this went against his instincts of always keeping line of sight to potential danger vectors, in his mind, perhaps the slight delay in seeing the colonel would help him collect himself, and remain unrecognized. Ts'Sai extended her paw slowly to his, in an offering of comfort, and to her surprise, Karus took it eagerly and squeezed tightly.
With a foreboding hiss, the door opened. Luckily for Percival, he was able to catch himself before gasping at the sight. Standing outside of the door was the most massive human he had ever seen, Karus would have only come up to this man's chest, standing fully erect. The large man's body was covered in mostly ceremonial, but still quite functional, formal Terran armor. Behind him flowed a silky, black cape, bearing the starburst symbol of the Consortium in shining gold. His head was uncovered, a squarish appearance, with a silver flattop hairstyle. Coupled with his enormous size, unnatural for a human, was an intimidating look of pure disdain for all of those in the room.
He had to duck his head slightly to fit, as his thick, plated boots clomped inside. "I hope our meeting can proceed without any further...complications," the huge, bulking man said in a voice that matched his bulk. Ts'Sai quivered after just a sideways glance, realizing his chest alone was larger than she was. "Our liaison for the Syndicate tells me one of you has been very uncooperative."
Karus casted a very subdued glance towards Percival, keeping his tangled hair low over his eyes. Percival could infer, correctly, that Karus was keeping his gaze low in order to avoid recognition by this giant. Furthermore, he wished to avoid at all costs, opening his mouth.
"Yes, I do believe it was all a misunderstanding. Am I correct to assume you are the...esteemed, Colonel Orhus?" Percival responded, almost choking on his intended flattery.
The towering hulk nearly answered, but stopped in his stride around the table, bringing his intense, hateful gaze to Kenson, doing his best to remain invisible while still in the open. When the man clenched his fists, a slight grinding of steel could be heard from his black, gold-trimmed greaves. "Get. Off. The. \_ **SEAT!** \_" he roared, with a voice that rivaled even that of the dragon, Chudnov. Kenson scrambled away immediately, taking refuge in the far opposite corner of the room, shuddering.
"Everything in this base is for \_ **PEOPLE** \_, not \_ **ANIMALS** \_...If I see that sorta thing again...You know what to expect," he snarled, bashing the side of the chair with his fist, not causing it to spin, but to bend sideways, out of place. "It's bad enough that we're forced to contract them..."
Percival was taken aback by the blatant insult, but did well to not show it. Ts'Sai and Karus clenched their paws together even tighter, with the little kitten quickly realizing where Karus's fear came from. The giant seated himself on a chair adjacent to the one he just mangled.
"And yes, 'captain'...I am Colonel Orhus," he said, with painfully obvious contempt at using that title for Percival, "But...from what I heard, your runt of a pilot was much more vocal than a mere misunderstanding."
The raccoon thought quickly, to try to sway the conversation away from that, and away from the colonel's attention on Karus. "Well, good sir...Margrave \_did\_attempt to force a confrontation with him. He also expressed great displeasure at us being here...and questioned your wisdom of using a third party for this contract," Percival answered, hoping to play on the mistrust between the groups Duffin hinted at.
"Heh, that does sound like that fuzzy little shit," Orhus chuckled, leaning back in his chair. The bolts of the seat could be heard straining to contain the mass. "So...I guess your pilot is off the hook. And...it also seems that he's shut up, entirely. Why didn't you speak for yourself, dog?"
Karus gripped Ts'Sai's paw tighter than ever before, it came close to being painful for her, but...she squeezed back, realizing how hard this must be for him. "I felt it more appropriate for my captain to speak to you," Karus spoke, in an incredibly soft, and proper tone for how hard he was clutching Ts'Sai, "It's not my place to speak to one such as yourself."
Percival felt sick to his stomach, with the self-satisfied grin that spread across the colonel's face as he glared at his friend. "Good," Orhus said, "One of your kind that knows your place. Although..."
Orhus paused, and examined the wolf more intently. Even from across the room, Kenson could sense that the eyes of the colonel were stabbing into Karus like knives. Ts'Sai knew exactly, since, he was having trouble keeping his limbs from shaking. The colonel leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, his dark eyes deep in remembrance.
"Look at me, wolf. Move that moppy mess out of the way," Orhus commanded.
With his shuddering right paw, Karus moved to obey the colonel. Percival noted the stark difference in his friend, now, it was almost as if he were several feet shorter, recoiling in his own body. Timidly, Karus looked upwards at Orhus for the first time, straining harder to keep himself controlled than he would if he were literally fighting.
"You...you look familiar," Orhus observed, obviously to the fear of Karus, but also to everyone else in the room.
"Many Terrans have said that all wolves look alike," Karus said with a trembling voice, attempting to play into the bigoted beliefs he knew the colonel held.
"I think I'd remember a golden-haired wolf, *animal*. Don't \_ **ever** \_attempt to make an excuse to me. Now...did you ever serve in the Lupine Defense Force?"
Karus stared straight at Orhus, although Ts'Sai and Percival could see wetness blurring his eyes. "No, sir. I have never served in the Lupine military, in any fashion."
"Did you have any relatives?" Orhus pressed on with his interrogation.
"I...I have no family," he replied without breaking his eye contact.
"That sounds like a fucking cop out to me. I demand you answer, and I better believe what you tell me," the colonel commanded.
Percival and Ts'Sai, while empathizing immensely with their friend, were also partially curious about how Karus would answer. They had never gotten a true answer about that before, besides a few cryptic clues.
A single tear escaped the wolf, and he felt a great shame at it being visible, both to his friends, and Orhus. "I was abandoned, intentionally, by my family. I prefer to not think about it," Karus answered, his chest feeling like it was about to burst from a lack of regular breathing. He feared the tell-tale sound of sobbing giving him away entirely. Ts'Sai nearly burst into tears along with him, as she could sense that the wolf was not lying with his answer. Suddenly, the hint that his 'parents thought he was dead' made much more sense.
"Hah! I believe that," the cruel, monstrous man exclaimed, slapping his hand against the table, "What can you expect from a bunch of wild critters? I just wanted to know, you look an awful lot like some\_thing\_, I've seen before. Then again, I don't think any of your kind survived encounters with me before."
Percival's cheeks burned hotly, wanting nothing more than to viciously beat this man into a pulp. It was a strange disparity for the raccoon, to be the one wishing violence while Karus sat their controlled. The blatant disregard for common decency incensed him, and even with his passive nature, the constant attacks on his defenseless friend roused the desire for justice within him. However...for the moment, he needed a purely diplomatic way to break the tension.
"Colonel, if we may proceed with the briefing, we do not wish to take any more of your valuable time," he interjected, hoping to play to the colonel's overblown ego, although saying it in a polite tone felt physically strenuous.
"Hah, that's probably a good thing. I don't want your mutt over there to piss on the floor, I can see him shaking enough as it is...and all of you animals are stinking up my HQ," Orhus complained, with his stereotypical decorum.
"The job is simple enough for anyone to understand, all without fancy graphics or anything. We're putting a crate in your ship, right now. Do you need to know what's in it? No. You don't. The Syndicate is trying to patch things up between them and Benzen Industries. However, they're shipping through \_our\_space, and we don't want people fucking around with the stuff they're mining here. Which, again, you don't need to know about. We're gonna upload the coordinates to your nav computer, you follow them. Precisely. If you deviate from the flight path, if you take too long, you'll die. Any questions?"
Percival could barely contain his jaw from dropping at this man, as if one could possibly be any cruder at this point. "Well, yes...several questions. Who are we delivering this to, specifically? Are they expecting us? What do we respond with, when they ask what we are bringing?"
Orhus groaned in annoyance. "Just say that you have some of the research materials from the Osten-Wallenz Syndicate. They will grant you passage, guaranteed."
"This...sounds as if the delivery is unexpected," Percival noted. Even if the entire delivery was a trap, as Duffin had indicated, they were not bothering to make it appear very legitimate. "If standard security protocols are carried out, and we are unexpected...that \_may\_make us late for whatever...deadlines...you are holding us to."
"Are you doubting our intelligence? We're not stupid," the colonel growled, "There will be contained in the package security measures to ensure it is not tampered with, or opened prematurely. And our deadline is strict...but only to ensure you are \_only\_traveling to Benzen Industries, and nowhere else. We'll know if you reach your destination, or if you are late. You sure as hell aren't going to be told \_how\_we'll know, understood? Fuck, you don't even \_need\_to know anything!"
Orhus stood up angrily and slammed the table, causing everyone else in the room to jump in their place. "You just need to do what we \_ **fucking** \_say, or I'll claim the bounty on your heads and skin you alive! Understand \_ **THAT!?** \_"
Percival cowered, but nodded quickly, just wanting to get out of the room. Ts'Sai and Karus huddled together, and Kenson peeked from between his paws.
"Much better. Now get out. Guards! Take these things back to their ship. The package has been loaded, just follow the nav computer, or die. Pretty simple when you think about it. Nothing else for your simple mind to consider. Now...\_ **get** \_," the hulk barked.
Kenson took off like a flash, and dashed out the door on all fours. Karus wasted no time in taking himself and Ts'Sai out the door. Percival quickly followed, nervously grasping the data drive in his pocket, hoping beyond hope that it would offer a way out of this mess. A pair of armored guards moved to intercept the group, and herd them back to the *Marco Polo*.
The trip back, under escort, was silent. Many questions begged to be answered, but no one wanted to utter a word between armed guards. Stopping before the ramp of the *Marco*, a voice echoed mechanically from one of the guard's speakers, "Get in, and go."
Kenson finally mustered the inner strength to break the silence, and moved quickly to grab hold of Ts'Sai's free paw. "I hope to see all of you again, safely," the cheetah admitted with a face flush with concern.
Even as bashful as she was, and filled with confusion over the events that just transpired, she turned to face the cheetah boy and gently nuzzled his chest, saying, "I really hope we can meet again, too."
The crew trekked up the ramp together, and as they entered the cargo bay, they passed the crate left that was central to this whole ordeal. Clearly, the container was made of lead, the same as the small box Duffin had used. Alongside the container were many panels and displays...for some unknown purpose. Karus moved right by the crate and tugged the lever to close the cargo bay doors.
Percival followed after, finally having time away from unfriendly ears. "Karus, please...I can tell how trying this all has been...but can you \_please\_tell us who these Terrans are? Anything we know might be able to help us."
"It won't," Karus muttered simply, as he continued in an unbroken stride towards the cockpit. Percival groaned, and continued on. Ts'Sai stayed back, looking outwards from a plassteel window, to see Kenson, waiting patiently for them to leave, and waving enthusiastically.
"Alright, I will admit, maybe knowledge of past events will \_not\_aid us in the immediate sense, but maybe it could help you. You admitted more in fear to Orhus than us, your friends, have ever gotten."
Percival followed the pilot all the way into the cockpit, attempting to dig some sort of information from the private hound. "Percy...I didn't become a criminal because the interstellar job market looked ripe for them...and my family didn't abandon me because I was ugly. Those Terrans...they're responsible for...a whole lot. Alright? And I don't want to cross them anymore. Do what you have to do so we can survive this, follow the fox's instructions."
Karus started up the reactor and the ship thrummed to life. As he seated himself in the pilot's chair, he brought up the nav computer readings as Percival was about to complain about his secrecy again.
"Percy, you might wanna get started. Because if I follow this route exactly, we've only got about 12 hours, and I have no idea how crystals, dark matter, or any of that shit works, alright? Once all of this is blown over...you can get a full bio on me. Sound good?"
The raccoon sighed heavily, but unfortunately, realized he may be pressed for time. Breaking security systems without tripping them was a delicate process, and even if Duffin explained them entirely, he knew he would have to carry the procedure out quickly before...something...triggered the device inside.
"Fine, Karus. I will not press you for answers now, but...please remember, we are here for you. It is not right that Orhus can haunt your past, while we are unable to help you overcome it."
Percival departed to begin his work disabling the tracking devices installed, and then to move quickly onto disabling the device inside the container. Ts'Sai waved back to Kenson through the tiny viewport as Karus lifted off, wishing that circumstances would enable them to return, and break the friendly feline from his indentured servitude.
Left alone in the cockpit, Karus enabled auto-pilot, despite his hatred of such systems, as the drones 'escorted' them away from the planet. Finally, he broke into long, sobbing tears, ones that he had been holding in ever since the mention of Orhus's name. He was torn apart inside, by every emotion. Truly, he wanted to believe in the fox, and hope that they could thwart Orhus and McDowell. However...memories of his first encounter with them...they wracked him. Hard.
He wanted to shut them up. Not just the dark memories, but the recent thoughts of hope, and...something else. Something he did not understand from his contact with Duffin. The emotions were buried too deeply, and too confusing for him to process. Checking the nav map, he saw the route...it was relatively simple. Sure, there was a minor detour through an asteroid field, but...it appeared relatively sparse and easy to navigate. Karus snuck back into his quarters while the auto-pilot was still engaged.
The wolf pawed through his sloppy mess of a room, and retrieved some of the Necrosia he had hidden before. *This is insane*, he thought. *You haven't shot up anything and driven since...since you met Percival.*
*But*, the other side of his brain said, *You can't handle what's going on right now. Look at yourself. You're a broken, sobbing, coward. Forget the past. And the present. Shut your brain off. At least part of it. Take a small dose, and just ease the ship by. No one will know, and you'll be far more effective than sitting here and crying like a bitch*.
Karus wrestled, once again, on the inside, as he took the dose back with him, and sat in the cockpit. Merely the fact that he was once again contemplating taking the dose added to his agony. He hated himself for it. For all of it. And he wanted to forget. Carefully, he injected half of the vial into his neck... |
Tail 3 - Gym Partners by KaleShadowWalker | #3 of Furr Tails - Furr Tail: Tail 3 - Gym Partners (C) 2006 by KaleShadowWalker Stories (C) 2006 ShadowWalker (Shadow) (c) Me Zerrex (c) Zerrex Ravenlight Narrius This series of stories contain adult themes including, but not limited to: Male Masturbation, M/M Oral Sex and M/M Anal Sex. If you are | [
"Anal",
"Canine",
"Gay Relationships",
"M/M",
"Wolf"
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This series of stories contain adult themes including, but not limited to: Male Masturbation, M/M Oral Sex and M/M Anal Sex. If you are not into sexual activates between 2 or more males or you not of legal age (18/21 depending on where you live), then do not proceed any further. Otherwise, feel free to send me comments/questions/suggestions/etch. to me at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) Now, on to the gay furry smut!
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Shadow watched himself in the mirror as he curled the dumbbell the last few reps. He enjoyed working his three-hundred and twenty-five pounds of muscle that he had been able to back onto his six-foot eleven wolven frame. He was proud of his body, but not so much that he was a jerk to smaller furrs. Actually, they usually approached him if they needed help.
Today was different though. He couldn't keep focused on what he was doing. He was sure he had done the same exercise at least three times already. His eyes and thoughts kept drifting to the defined body of the drakkaren beside him. He had never seen him before, but couldn't seem to stop staring. The reptile's scaly skin was a shade of hunter green that turned to a deep navy blue on his shirtless torso. He had to constantly reshift his focus back to his workout. Thoughts of what color lay under the gray sweatpants and what his cock would feel like in his muzzle threatened to cause a noticeable tent. He was sure that the male beside him was straight, his gaydar having gone off the second he saw him.
He hoped that he hadn't gotten caught glancing at the rock hard body. Though he could have sworn he caught him doing the same, but it could have been just wishful thinking. He sat the dumbbell down and headed towards the locker room. He couldn't concentrate enough to finish his workout, so it was time to head home. He entered the locker room and found it was empty despite the number of furrs currently in the gym. "Good," he thought, "No lines for the shower."
He undressed quickly, putting his gym clothes into his locker and wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked to an empty shower, pulled the curtain and started the water. The hot cascade of water felt good on his sore muscles. He stood under the deluge for a while and let his mind wonder to the drakkaren. He closed his eyes and slowly began to caress his sheath slowly, imagining the reptile was licking it slowly. The pink tip was starting show when a sudden noise pulled him from his thoughts. He swung around and slipped, falling right in the strong arms he had just been lusting for. "Sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you. I see I found you though, that's good. I saw you watching me." He helped the wet lupine to his feet.
"I...I...." Shadow stammered.
A finger touched his lips, silencing him. "It's ok. I was watching you too. You are one sexy wolf. I've always enjoyed a man with muscles."
Shadow watched as his hand slipped down the wet chest, across his chiseled abs and started to massage his furr covered balls. It was only then he realized that the reptiles' clothes were gone and gasped at the sight. An obsidian monster hung from his crotch, already half hard. He reached out a paw slowly and wrapped it around. It was so thick that he couldn't fit the entire thing in his hand. He began to slowly stroke it and felt it throb in response. "Such a beautiful sight," he whispered, continuing to stroke it. A finger slipped under his muzzle and brought it up, their eyes meeting.
"Not as beautiful as you wolf," the drakkaren said, "My name is Zerrex Ravenlight Narrius, but call me Zerrex. I don't believe I caught your name."
"It's simply ShadowWalker, but everyone calls me Shadow. I'm glad you think I look good. Not many males do. They all think I have an ego that matches my muscles." His voice began to break and tears run thru the fur on his face. "It's...not...true. I...I...I...just want....to be loved..."
Zerrex pulled the sobbing wolf against his strong chest and lightly stroked his back as the water fell over them both. After a few minutes, Shadow pulled back and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry for that. I'm not usually like this."
"It's ok. I understand. That's why I came looking for you," Zerrex responded. "I could see the kind, gentle spirit under that muscled body. Now, what do you say to coming with me to my place for a little," his hand reached down and squeezed his furry ass, "fun?"
Shadow grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. After a minute, he stopped and simply said, "Ok." They finished the shower before dressing and leaving together in Zerrex's car. Shadow sat up against the lizard for the entire ten minute drive. They pulled into the driveway of the house and he oohed and ahhed over it. They entered the house and left a trail of discarded clothes on the way to the bedroom. Shadow laid in the middle of the huge bed with the drakkaren hovering over him.
Zerrex began planting soft kisses on muzzle and neck as one hand gently massages his muscular chest. Shadow murred softly as the hand dipped lower to tease his abs and then his furry sheath. He took his paws and ran them through his white hair as his member was brought to full attention. The hand moved from the twelve inches as he slid up to kiss Shadow deeply. He caught a glimpse of the obsidian member full length and gasped in pleasure. It was at least eighteen inches long and he doubted he could fit a single paw around it. Their jaws worked against each other as Shadow began to thrust gently against the thick cock laying on his.
Their tongues danced for a while longer before Shadow pulled from the kiss. He wrapped his legs around and hooked them behind the lizards back. "Take me." He whispered into his ear. "I want all of you. Please."
"Well, I hate to deny such a handsome creature." He smiled before lifting off the wolf. He took his legs and hooked them over his shoulders, smiling down at him the whole time. "This may hurt, so I'll go slowly, but I promise that it'll feel real good soon enough." He positioned his shaft at the entrance of the lupine tail and began to slowly push against it. He could feel the tight ring resist before finally relaxing and letting the intruder in. He felt the tight virgin passage grip his tightly as he slowly hilted himself.
Shadow's eyes watered at the pain and his paws gripped the bed as the huge member stretched him to what felt like impossibly wide. He let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding in when the drakkaren finally came to a stop. He relaxed some as the reptiles muzzle nuzzled against his chest.
"Are you ok?" Zerrex asked, looking into his eyes.
"I'll be just fine." he responded.
"Good." Zerrex smiled and slowly pulled back almost all the way out, leaving only head in. He began to thrust slowly back and forth in the lupine as he kissed him gently. He increased the speed a bit, thrusting into him with more passion and want.
Pleasure and pain mixed as the obsidian penis massaged his prostate. All too soon, the pain was totally replaced by pleasure and he murred loudly. His hips began to meet the lizards thrusts, his own shaft rubbed between his soft fur and the scaly stomach of his new partner. He took a paw and traced along his spine slowly as the other gently played in his white hair. The thrusts picked up speed and power, causing the head board to whack against the wall. He groaned as the oversized reptilian balls bounced off of his ass with every thrust.
Zerrex leaned down and began to kiss Shadow deeply. His jaw worked against the smaller on of the lupine as their tongues danced back and forth, exploring every inch they could. His shaft throbbed in pleasure as he pounded the lupines tail. The heat and friction of the tight passage drove him to new heights with every thrust. He took a paw and began to work the wolf's cock in time with his thrusting, paying special attention to the head and forming knot. All too soon, he felt his orgasm began to bubble up from deep in him. He began to squeeze the knot as his shaft became hardened steal. He let out deep and long groans of pleasure as he thrust hard into the passage, his seed erupting from the tip of his penis. Cum began to leak out as he continued to release his load.
Shadow began to howl as the combination of the heat from the drakkaren seed and the hand on his knot sent him over the edge. The first few shots coated both of their chests, making them white and sticky. His ass muscles contracted around the steal shaft buried in him, renewing Zerrex's orgasm. His howl died down as the drakkaren collapsed on top of him, pinning his still leaking shaft between them. He took a paw and stroked the smiling face looking up at him. "That was wonderful." He breathed finally.
"Yes it was." Zerrex replied. "But not as wonderful as you. I love you."
"I love you too." Shadow replied. He hugged him hard and rocked gently before they both fell asleep. |
Mile High Club by Nar | "Mile High Club" ( c ) 2006 By Narilva Greymantle ~ ~ Nar softly whined as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder, making his way towards his seat, 24B aisle in the cramped plane. His hard silver laptop case bumped into one of the chairs, making his shoulder wrench back at an uncomfortable angle. He | [
"Anal",
"Bondage",
"Gay",
"M/M"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10052-mile-high-club | "Mile High Club" ( c ) 2006 By Narilva Greymantle
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Nar softly whined as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder, making his way towards his seat, 24B aisle in the cramped plane. His hard silver laptop case bumped into one of the chairs, making his shoulder wrench back at an uncomfortable angle. He sighed as he finally reached his seat and let his heavy case drop from his shoulder against the chair. At about than 130 pounds and a couple inches shy of 6 feet, he was quite a thin wolf and if not for his bright white fur, easily ignorable. Even his eyes didn't call attention. He adjusted the collar of his tight gray collared shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his upper arms and the top button undone and sat down in his seat, opening his case and pulling out his laptop before he shoved the much lighter case into the overhead bin. He sighed as he watched the other passengers get on board, a flurry of fur, scales and skin before he plugged in his headphones and opened the laptop computer, turning it on. The other passengers shuffled aboard silently as the wolf turned on his music, drowning out their footsteps and the screams of their children. His eye idly wandered the crowd before a flash of metal caught his eye. He followed the flash, but wherever it was coming from disappeared on the other side of the plane. He shrugged and looked back towards his screen, idly playing with a puzzle game as he waited.
After about twenty minutes or so, the stewardesses were demonstrating the rules of flight, the lights and alarms and what to do in an emergency. The wolf looked up momentarily before he ignored them. He had heard it before and knew that all they were trying to do was to get the passengers to not panic. He shivered. He hated flying. It was so claustrophobic and the slightest tremble would make his stomach turn, imaging the worst of every situation. He turned his attention back to his screen as he played the puzzle out on his screen, trying to match up colored balls as they spun around in a circle for the next hour or so. Soon he could see the fasten seatbelts sign had gone off and the captain was making an announcement from the cockpit. He looked out the window. The sun had set hours ago and nothing but clouds and darkness met his gaze. He smiled slightly. At least he wouldn't get sick if he couldn't see anything. The wolf took a breath and adjusted his peripheral vision to look at himself in the reflection from the window. Suddenly his breath stopped in his chest as he caught the gaze of the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen. Directly across from him on the other side of the cabin was a black skinned dragon with red tribal marks across his face and neck meeting a brilliant mane of red hair that ran down to his shoulders and disappeared in a skin tight black shirt hidden beneath a leather jacket, his wings folded neatly behind him to form a soft homemade pillow and his tail draped out of the corner of the chair and wrapped around the back of his chair. The dragon's eyes were locked on the little wolf as he calmly closed his laptop and opened the overhead bin, fishing out his case and quickly packing up his computer and making his way for the bathrooms, his heart racing as he tried to find an unoccupied stall. He quickly opened the door and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it.
He was scared and excited. He could feel that the dragon didn't mean him any harm, he just had an intensity in his eyes and in his stare that made him feel...sexy and wanted. He liked it when people flirted with him and admired him, it made him feel special. But the glare of this dragon was just too much. It was so passionate, so wanting...
His thoughts were interrupted when he was shoved forward onto the lidded toilet by the door behind him. Before he could regain his balance in the cramped space, his field of view was filled by his antagonist, the black and red dragon. He quickly tried to scamper into the corner, furthest away from the dragon, but found just how small the bathroom really was. The dragon smiled warmly, the look on his lips belying the fire in his eyes as he spoke to the terrified wolf.
"Don't worry pup, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, his voice melodic and consuming to the wolf's ears.
Nar looked up fearfully as he began to relax, sitting down on the seat of the toilet. "W-what do you want then?"
The dragon cocked his head then chuckled. "What do you think I want? I know you felt me staring at you tonight."
Nar smiled nervously then his eyes caught sight of a silver chain hanging around the dragon's neck, a fair sized dragon pendent hanging there. That must have been that glint I saw. He thought to himself.
"But why do you want me?" Nar asked.
The dragon grinned wide and licked his lips. "I have a weakness for wolves." He whispered as he leaned forward and began to lick the little wolf's neck. Nar gasped and leaned backward, slightly moving out of the dragon's reach. The dragon stopped his advances and immediately backed off.
"I-I'm sorry. I'll leave if you want me to..." The dragon stuttered, suddenly feeling very out of place and awkward. The wolf giggled a little at the sudden change. A minute ago he was a mysterious undeniable force to be reckoned with, now he was an apologizing gentleman, intent on making things right. Nar smiled and stood up, pressing his body close to the dragon's and moving a paw down to his pants to feel his already rock hard erection. There was no mistake that this strange dragon was alluring and sexy. Nar could bearly stop his paws from moving down to the dragon's zipper.
"Why would I want that?" He said lowly. The dragon grinned wide and leaned forward, locking himself in a deep, passionate kiss with the wolf, pushing him backwards onto the plastic sink counter into a seated position.
Nar yelped softly into the kiss as the dragon took the lead, his claws moving down the back of Nar's shirt and hooking into his belt and jeans. The white wolf whimpered as the strange dragon slipped a paw around the base of his tail and tugged slightly as his other claw moved to the front of the wolf's pants as he quickly stripped his chosen mount for the evening, letting his pants fall to the floor of the already cramped space. The wolf gasped as his slowly hardening wolfhood began to poke at the bottom of his shirt as the dragon dropped his own blue jeans around his ankles, exposing his bobbing and dripping shaft to the eyes of the surprised wolf. Nar panted softly in lust as he breathed in the heady scent of the mysterious dragon as his paws moved down to remove the big male's shirt.
Within minutes both lovers had stripped down to scales and fur as Nar began to stroke his paws over the pulsating length of the dragon hunched over him. The dragon growled in the wolf's ear, making him shiver in delightful fear. Nar's nervousness had been washed away in a wave of lust and mystery. He didn't know anything about the dragon standing naked before him except the size of his maleness, but it turned him on in ways he couldn't seem to reconcile. Nar smiled as he felt hot puffs of breath in his ear.
"Mmmm...such a sexy little wolf. Tell me wolf, what do you like?" He whispered softly as he put both hands on the mirror mounted behind Nar to steady himself.
Nar parted his legs and wrapped them around the waist of his soon to be dom, locking him close to his prize as the wolf's tail moved out of the way. "Everything."
"Then little bitch..." The dragon whispered as he gripped the wolf's jaw. "open up your tail hole for me to fuck."
Nar felt a spasm pass through his spine at those words as he lowered his ears flat onto his head. This dragon knew unquestionably who was dominant in this short relationship as they both prepared to join the Mile High Club. Nar leaned backward on the sink, pressing his furry back onto the cold mirror as the dragon humped forward, spearing the wolf on his thick 8 inch length. Nar yelped softly, trying to quiet himself, but knowing he wasn't fully able to be silent when being mounted. The dragon slowly hilted himself in the tight male hole beneath him and looked his partner in the eyes. Nar whimpered, somewhat loudly before the dragon moved his paw up to the wolf's muzzle and covered his lips with his claws. Nar whined louder, his cried being silenced by the dragon's hand as he began to pull out of the wolf's hot, tight ass and push back in. Nar moaned deeply as the pain sliced through his rear, the pleasure he so craved riding the edges of the sting. He relaxed himself to make way for the thick intruder shoved up his ass as his own leaking cock slapped against his belly.
The dragon, sensing that he was in full control now and knowing the wolf would make no further hassles, began to roughly and quickly hump up into the trapped wolf, silencing his cries with his paw as his other began to quickly paw on the little wolf's knot. Nar whimpered again as the dragon began to motor into his body, shoving himself as deeply inside as he could before pulling as far out as he could without smashing his rump into the door. Nar quickly opened his legs wide to expose his hole without impairing the dragon's ability to pull out as he closed his eyes as he was fucked, licking the dragons hand and concentrating as the thick, unlubed shaft began to steadily pound into his rear and plow through his molten insides. He hadn't been mated like this in ages, much less in such an unusual place. The dragon's eyes were aflame with pleasure as he pounded inside his little female, his hips a blur of scales slamming into the snow white wolf's ass, making the entire sink tremble with his efforts as he whispered dirty things into the wolf's ear.
"You like this don't you little slut?" He panted out as he shoved deep inside the canine. "Tell me you love it. Beg for it."
"Oohhh god I do..." Nar whispered back, his voice muffled behind the paw of the big dragon. "I want more. I...ohhhh...want you to fuck me harder..."
The dragon grinned wide and licked his lips. "Tighten yourself NOW little bitch. You're getting too loose from being such a little slutpuppy."
Nar whimpered loudly and immediately tried to tighten the hold his insides had around the throbbing and dripping cockmeat of the rapidly humping dragon, trying his best to satisfy his dominant male. Nar yelped as the dragon's tip found his prostate and almost screamed in ecstasy if not for the silencing dragon's hand. The dragon's other paw went to work on the wolf's neglected shaft, stroking and tugging on it in time to the dragon's wild thrusts into the tight orifice below him. Nar yelped again as he felt the dragon lean over his body and whisper into his ear, his panting breaking up his sentences.
"Wolf...I'm going to...pant....gag you...is that ok?" He gasped. Nar opened his eyes and nodded yes as the dragon removed his hand, licking away the wolf's saliva from it as he reached down to the pile of clothes and pulled out a small handkerchief from his pant's pocket, wrapping it around the wolf's head and sealing his muzzle as he moved both paws to the wolf's hips and snickered, licking the gagged wolf's lips before he shoved himself roughly inside again, splitting open the tight wolf as he began to really mate the wolf, slamming inside him so hard that he thought he might bruise his legs. Nar howled into the gag as he felt his insides fully opening to the dragon's rampaging shaft as he gripped the sides of the sink. The dragon began to softly moan as his shaft twitched inside the hot wolf before he leaned forward and locked his jaws around the wolf's shoulder in a mating hold. Nar meeped and went completely still from the waist up as the dragon began to finalize his mating, slipping into and out of the tight wolf with everything he had, fucking his little bitch like he would any female in heat. Nar moaned even louder, his voice easily coming through the gag and echoing slightly in the tiny space as he felt the dragon slam into his sensitive prostate for the last time as he came, his seed spraying all over his chest and the mirror behind him as his insides began to flutter around the now desperately fucking dragon. The big male began to shudder and moan into the wolf's fur before he slammed himself home into the small wolf one last time as he came, filling the wolf's intestines with hot sticky dragoncum. Nar's writhed slightly as he felt the warm flood inside him, whimpering desperately as he rode out his orgasm to the end. The nameless dragon before him panted heavily before he released the wolf's soaked shoulder and simply leaned against the wall to rest. Nar grinned wide and pulled off his own gag so he could lick the drops of sweat from his lover's face.
"What's your name anyways sweet wolf?" The dragon said softly as his "female" licked away his perspiration.
"You can call me Nar." He panted out between licks. "And yours?"
"You can call me Wraith." The dragon said with a smile.
"Pleasure to meet you." Nar said, giggling slightly.
"Likewise."
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(First story in a while, I know. You all thought I was dead huh?  Anyways, wrote this for my mate Wraith. More story goodness coming soon.)
(Oh, and I never really edited this, so it's in a really raw form right now. I may update if I become unlazy)
\~Nar |
Lion King : Pride United part 7 by lionkingmaster | Jewel tells what happend to her - We left off at nala telling kovu and kiara jewel's been attacked At the sight of the attack (The pride looks and see's jewel unconsious and karo standing over her crying)What happened karo. There was so many of them i tryed to save her but i could'nt fight them off | [
"Lion",
"Lioness",
"Love",
"Violent",
"bloody"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/463993-lion-king-pride-united-part-7 | We left off at nala telling kovu and kiara jewel's been attacked
At the sight of the attack
(The pride looks and see's jewel unconsious and karo standing over her crying)What happened karo. There was so many of them i tryed to save her but i could'nt fight them off i...i..Its ok son we will help her just walk with us.(The pride walks off but nala stays behind)karo did this(There are corpses every where)Karo did this.
In the pride rock cave
Jewel wake up. (Jewel awakens in fright and panick)Hey calm down your safe.Karo where's Karo.He's ok he's safe.nala i need to talk nala.I'm right here walk with me.Listen nala when you said he snaps i..i..Hey sshh i know i've seen it.Let me ask what did happen. Well first...
What happened
Karo. Yes jewel. I..I..love you.(Just then jewel rubs her head on karo's and purs)aaawww thats so cute.(Zira walks with a huge pride of forty lions).Zira what are you doing in the pridelands. Getting back at your family by taking your mate.Kill her.(The Lions run at jewel)No get back(Karo guards jewel)Jewel run. But karo. I said run.(Jewel starts running and the lions charge after karo trys to hold them back but theres to many of them for karo)Action:The rouge's catch jewel and make her fall.Karo turns and knocks of the lions. Keep running jewel. No i won't leave you alone. Jewel tackels zira and zira hits jewel jewel falls.Kill this lioness.No. Karo's eye's turn red and his heart beats faster. You leave her alone.Karo leaps into the crowd and rips the first lions throat out. He turns and snaps the others neck.Then he claws two juggular vains. Blood was every where and he scared me. if he gets worked up will he kill me....
End of part 7 please comment and see what happends |
War Within Part 2 by BlakeRedFox | #2 of War - Part 2. for [](https://tomarou.sofurry.com/) Subi \*WARNING SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\* This take off from the last time last chapter right away, | [
"Clean",
"Doberman",
"Dragon",
"No-Yiff",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)",
"War"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249145-war-within-part-2 | Part 2. for [](https://tomarou.sofurry.com/) Subi
\*WARNING SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\*
This take off from the last time last chapter right away, right after Subi gets ambushed and shot. Now you have to figure out, was the Delta or was it the soldiers? HEHE I'm evil! Guess you don't have to wonder anymore.
War Within Part 2
\~Delta\~
Delta was racing on the rooftops hurrying to last known coordinates of their sergeant major, Subi. They were jumping across huge gaps from roof top to roof top, not showing any signs of fatigue or even any strain from their all their weight from their armor.
Felix and Stephen stop jumping from roof to roof when they saw shatter ice on the floor. They stop and they could see dragon claw footprints on the floor.
"It the sergeant major! We gotta hurry if he using his ice breath."
"Why?"
"He doesn't like using it. He only uses it if he in danger," Felix started taking off following the ice shatters. Stephen was following close behind Felix, hoping they can catch Subi before it was too late. They were about a minute away when they heard ten gun shots going off followed by a loud thud.
"What was that?"
"Let's hurry!" Felix ran as fast as he could and he saw the ten guards and he saw Subi, laying on the ground, bleeding. Felix took out his M 14 and shot some of the guards in the head. The second they realized they were under attack, the guards fought back and shot there M 16 at Felix. Stephen showed up about ten seconds after Felix started shooting and got three guards down from the other roof.
Six of the guards were already died and the other four were struggling to take down the two on the roof. They were at a disadvantage since they couldn't hide at all. Stephen was able to get one of them and then cripple the other. Felix got the other two down over here very fast. They climb down the roof and Felix walk up the the guy on the floor and shot him in the head before he walked to Subi.
Stephen flipped Subi over and saw that his eyes were closed and he was bleeding badly. He placed his fingers on Subi's neck and waited for a heat beat.......There was none. Stephen put his head down and sighed and Felix knew that Subi didn't make it. Felix grabbed Subi and carried him on his shoulder.
Stephen got on the radio and contacted command.
"Command, this is Private Stephen."
"Command here, what wrong Private?"
"Sergeant major gone. KIA. We need a pick up to get out of here. There no way we can survive this mission without him. I'm sorry command, we failed."
"Roger that private, be outside the city in five minutes and we will get you all out of there."
"Thank you command, Delta out."
The sound of the helicopter could be heard as it get closer to the city walls. Felix was still carrying Subi on his shoulder and Stephen kept watch in case anyone came by. The helicopter landed and Felix took Subi over there and put him in. Felix climb in and Stephen followed.
As soon as they got back to base, Felix and Stephen took off all their armor and returned to their rooms.
"Man, I can't believe sergeant major died. He was too good of a solider to just be killed by those guards."
"I know but we don't know what happened. He could have been ambushed for all we know."
"I know but I known him for a long time and he been in far worse situation and he came out alive. How would he have died now?"
"I don't know."
"I feel like we should at lease finish the mission, for sergeant major."
"Yeah, we need to, but command will never let us leave on our own. We are just private, we need someone in charge."
"What about me," both Felix and Stephen looked at the door and could see their sergeant major Subi at the door.
"Subi your alive!" Felix yelled excitedly.
"How, I checked your pulse? I didn't feel anything."
Subi walked up to Felix, "That sergeant major Subi private and Stephen, I can stop my heat from beating for a long period of time so the enemy thinks I'm died."
"You are a lucky son of a gun."
"No, I'm just that good."
"That our sergeant." Felix chucked and gave Subi a pat on the back. Subi groaned softly as Felix pat his wounded wing.
"So are we going back now?"
"We would but I have to recover. I have bullet holes in my wing and a sprain ankle. I wouldn't be able to help much."
"But the enemy know we are coming, we need to take care of them now."
"I know, private but it my job to make sure you are alive."
"We can defend our self sergeant. We can do this."
Subi thought for moment and then finally said, "Fine but if we are going through with this then we need a plan."
"Yes sir!"
\~Inside the City, Subi\~
"Delta, this is Subi, I'm in position, are you two ready?"
"Yes sergeant. We are waiting for your orders."
"Alright, let me check for anyone before you go in."
"Yes sir, we be waiting. Delta out."
Subi looked through his Remington seven hundred scope and kept a look out for any one. At first he didn't see anyone but then he saw someone. He was ready to take a shot when the person turn around and Subi saw it was a teenager, no order than fifth-teen years old. Subi couldn't find it in himself to shot the child, and just watch through the scope.
"So you are just going to let him go? That it Subi? Come on, you aren't going to risk this just for a teenager are you?"
Subi shock his head, "Kurai get out of here."
Kurai was Subi's darker side, and rarely came out, "I'm only here cause you need me and you know it. I can't leave, only you can make me leave."
"What do you want me to do!"
"You know what you need to do Subi."
"I can't kill him!"
"Who said you need to kill him?"
Subi thought about what Kurai had told him but he didn't understand.
"What do you mean Kurai?"
"You know what I mean, Subito Kurai," with that Kurai slowly started to fade away from Subi mind. Subi thought hard about what Kurai meant as he continue looking through the scope.
"Sergeant Subi, are you there?" Felix asked, still waiting for the word for him to go.
"I'm here, and don't go yet. I see someone in the street."
"Okay, so you are gonna take him out and we can go?"
"I'm not sure."
"Not a clear shot?"
"No it not that. It a fifth-teen year old boy."
"Oh, do you see anything on him?"
"No, nothing at all."
"It your choice."
"I know, I decided, get ready."
"Yes sir."
Subi made the shot and then Felix and Stephen rushed through the streets, before their target could get away.
"You did the right thing Subi."
"I couldn't have done it without you Kurai. Thank you."
Kurai smiled and looked at the street, "You may want to get down there and join them."
"I will," Subi stood up and opened his wings, flying down to the street carefully. He wasn't used to flying with bandages. As careful as he was, he crashed into the side of the building and fell down to the floor.
Subi leaned on the against the wall and steady himself before he walked down the alley. He could see Felix and Stephen taking cover by the warehouse door. They were waiting for Subi to get there and signal them to get inside.
Subi ran over there, biting his lower lip with every other step because of his leg. He got there and got replace his Remington 700 with the M 16 he took when he was being held as a P.O.W. He looked and Stephen and Felix and nodded before he kick the door down with his left leg. Subi used his shadow breath too make it almost impossible, besides him, to see in there.
The moment Subi was happy with how dark it was inside, he rushed inside. The moment he did, he felt someone grabbed his pony tail and was about to slice but then Felix and Stephaen got inside and killed him but as the solider fell, he cut off Subi's pony tail. Subi looked at the ground and picked up his red bow along with his hair. He pocketed the bow and stood up.
"Get out of here."
"But sergeant major Subi, we don't want to abandon you."
"That an order! This just got personal."
"We aren't leaving sergeant major!"
Before they could react, Subi pushed the both of them outside and locked the door from the inside. As they were trying to get the door open, they could hear loud grunts and sounds of gun fire, being followed by bodies hitting the floor. They was screaming inside, and the enemies inside were begging for their life.
By the time, Felix and Stephen got the door opened, Subi was finished killing everyone inside. He horns was dark red, covered in blood. He once white scales were stained red and his purple scales were much darker. What was left of his hair, was now covered with red highlights, and Subi overall appearance made both Felix and Stephen jump from fright.
Subi signed and looked as he pulled his red bow out. Stephen looked at Subi and said, "Sergeant Subi, what wrong?"
Subi looked at Stephen and signed, "I made a promise."
"A promise? That why you kicked us out?"
"You don't understand! I lost just about everything...."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you on the way back to command. Lets get out of here."
"Subi, please tell us now."
"Fine... I join the Marines to make a difference. I quickly rose up the sergeant major, and I felt like my family was proud. Just three mouths ago, my family was assassin so they could get to me. The last gift I got from them was that red bow for my pony tail. It the last thing I have to remember them by and now this bow is cut in half.
"I lost just about everything, I lost my parents, my cousin, my aunts and uncles. The only thing I have left now is my life and this bow. I promised I will avenged them, even if it mines my life."
"Is there anything we can do to help?"
"No, this is a battle I have to fight on my own."
As soon as Subi finished that sentence, there was gun fire coming from the roof shooting at them. They quickly started to run away, while Subi was shooting back at them as they ran away.
Felix contacted command and requested a pick up as son as possible, and then Subi stop running and stayed in the street firing back at them. Felix saw and ran back towards Subi, "We need to get out of here, command coming for us now."
"I'm not leaving, I'm gonna finished what I started."
"I'm not leaving with you. We already lost you once, we aren't going to lose you again."
"That an order, now get out of here!"
"No, I'm staying this time. If we are going down, we are going down together."
Subi smiled and looked the what looked to be the final solider in the town. There was only five left but because they were on the roof, they had the advantage but Subi quickly took care of that, flying both him and Felix up to the roof. Subi was shot in the wings multiply times but fought through the pain and landed on the roof.
Felix threw a grenade at them, while he check on Subi, making sure he didn't push himself. Subi slowly stood up and used his ice breath to freeze some of them but while he was using his ice breath, one of the solider that wasn't being frozen, shot him in the ice, knocking him back a bit because of how weak he was. Felix tool him out and watch the last four fall and shatter to prices on the ground.
Subi was badly injured, in his wings and he looked down at his leg and saw that there were bullets holes in there as well. He quickly pick him up and placed his weight on his shoulder, walking towards the city limits. He could see Subi coughing up blood and he saw that the he had the bow in his hand.
Command had just showed up in the helicopter as Subi and Felix walked outside the small town. The second the copter landed, the paramedics in their quickly took Subi and help him inside.
\~Hours Later\~
The doctors walked outside of the operating room and sighed. They did their best but Subi was gonna have lots of scars. His wings were stitched up, and he had a cast on his leg. His scales and horn were forever stained with that blood, making him look darker and more deadly. When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by all the nurses who were are trying to make him feel better.
Subi smiled when he saw that red bow was hem back together and was attached to hospital gauze. He only had one more battle and he smiled when he realized what it was.... |
Cost of Life 2 - Chapter 1 by Sci the cheetah | #1 of Cost of Life 2 - NOTE: This story was written by myself AND my loving pet, Arlian (Who sometimes goes by Wolfi). We BOTH worked hard on this story and we hope you enjoy it. \*\*\* Cost of Life 2 Chapter 1: A Muddy Discovery It had been raining extra hard all night and the ground outside | [
"M/M",
"Master/Pet",
"Rabbit",
"Snake",
"Vore (soft)",
"Wolf"
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Cost of Life 2 Chapter 1: A Muddy Discovery
It had been raining extra hard all night and the ground outside Karen's estate was very muddy. The pink naga sighed heavily as he looked out the large glass window. This was the place he had been born in and grew up in. But now that his parents were gone, it seemed like a place of sorrow. He wanted something to lighten the place up a bit.
Lightning flashed outside the window, and in the darkness someone was running. Someone small, panting, and afraid. Christin, or Chris for short, had been running since last week, his body tired and exhausted. Why was he running? Because he had something to be afraid of. But he didn't know that he was going to run into that which he feared most.
Karen's face perked up a bit as he saw the rabbit running by his house. "Oh, the poor bunny." He quickly slithered outside to see if he was okay. The bunny had looked quite exhausted, after all. "Hello? Mister bunny?" Karen called out as he wore his rain coat and searched around in the mud.
Thunder rumbled all around Chris, making him whince and whimper, not too mention unhearing of anyone calling out. A flash of lightning blinded the boy for a moment, making his foot catch a root, falling on his face in the mud with a scream.
Karen quickly finds the bunny laying in the mud unconscious and carries him into his house. The naga sighs a bit as he carries the boy into the bathroom and begins to clean him up, starting by stripping down his clothes. "Oh, he's wonderful." Karen whispered excitedly as he began to wash off all the mud. It was clear that the bunny hadn't slept in days. After cleaning the lupine, Karen laid him on the couch and yawned a bit as he went to bed himself, not wanting to bother the bunny more than necessary and hoping that the bunny wouldn't leave before a proper thank you.
The storm outside continued on through the rest of the night, yet Chris wasn't woken up from his dead sleep. His chest would lift up and down with each breath he took, too tired to even consider waking up. And so he slept, until the morning...
A beam of thin sunlight shined down on Chris' face, making him whine faintly before he slowly opened his eyes. "Nnnn....h-h-huh?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes when he saw a roof over his head.
Karen had already been awake and dressed himself in feminine garments as he began to cook eggs for breakfast. He heard the bunny stirring and looked over to the couch. "Well, good morning, cutie. I took the liberty of cleaning you up last night. I hope you don't mind. You were really exhausted. And you managed to land with your face in the mud. You would have died from suffocation had I not pulled you out of the mud."
Chris heard the voice, but thanks to rubbing his eyes he didn't see the owner of the voice. He gave a soft murmur, still rubbing his eyes. "U-Uh....thank you....I-I didn't mean to trespass, I-I'll go I swear..." he says nervously, slowly turning to slip himself down off the couch.
"Oh? Where will you go? You seemed to be running from something. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you don't have anywhere to go. Am I right?" the pink naga asked. He made his voice sound feminine because that's how he liked to be seen, as a female.
His ears perked as he heard the feminine voice. "M-Ma'am...I don't want to overstay my welcome...I-I'll grab my clothes and leave..." he offers, standing up and turning to give a polite bow. "Thank you for not letting me suffocate, I'll pay you back in th....th-the...." His voice had come to a standstill at this point, gazing at the pink naga. Karen would be able to see his eyes growing wide, not too mention his body was trembling.
The look in his eyes told Karen everything. "Please don't be alarmed. I'm mostly vegetarian. The only meat I eat is processed meat or willing meals. And I can tell that you are neither. I'm just in a bit of a....well....situation. You see...A few weeks ago, my parents passed away. They were killed by a hunter in their sleep. I guess you could say I was lucky that my skin was pink. Anyways, since then, this place has been reminding me of them and I need a friendly face around here to help cheer the place up a bit. And you have a very friendly face. Please stay. Won't you?"
Sadly for the pink naga, the only response he got wasn't well thought out or articulate. It was, simply put, a scream. A loud, horrified, almost shrill scream, complete with the bunny stumbling backward and landing against a wall, his whole body shaking violently while he continued pushing backward.
Karen's heart dropped. He fell onto the couch and began to cry. "I knew it. You hate me, don't you? Why'd I have to be born a naga." He began to sob heavily, not knowing what to expect from the bunny.
Chris covered his head fearfully, expecting the naga to lunge at him and squeeze the life out of his body, but instead he heard crying. He looked over to the couch, blinking in surprise. "You....You aren't going....to kill me...?" he asked, slowly sitting up, his body gently trembling.
Karen sniffed and wiped away his tears as he shook his head. "If I was going to do that, don't you think I would have done it last night?" Look, if you want to leave, go ahead. I won't stop you." Karen looked away, his eyes saddened once again from being left all alone, just like he was when his parents died.
The rabbit slowly moved toward the naga, feeling his heart was filled with guilt. "I...I-I didn't mean...to make you cry ma'am...." he said nervously, slowly sitting next to Karen on the couch. "I...I thought you...were going to eat me so suddenly...I had horrible experiance with a...another naga..."
Karen sniffed again and looked at him. "I figured as much when your face changed when you saw me. Would you like to tell me what happened?"
Chris flinched nervously, slowly looking downward. "I...I-I can't...I don't...want to relieve it...." he said sadly, his ears slumping down over his face. "Ma'am....can I...do anything to make up for what I did...?"
"Well, I have some friends who have some pets. And I really think you're cute. Maybe you could be my pet, too. At least for a little while. Say, two weeks? After that, you can stay as long as you want, as long as you clean up after yourself, that is."
His body nearly froze when he heard Karen mention the word pet. He had just managed to escape from being a pet to a truly awful being. Yet...this creature wasn't going to hurt him. Maybe that meant things would be different. "A-Alright...I-I can do that," he say softly. "So...do you want to be called Mistress...?"
Karen smiled. "You'd better." He giggled a bit and kissed him. It was meant to be on the nose, but he ended up kissing the bunny on the lips and didn't care whether to fix it. He could taste the bunny's saliva on his lips and enjoyed the taste.
Chris blushed as he saw the naga moving toward him, meeping when his lips were kissed. He nearly flailed, backing up. "U-Uh...M-Mistress I....I-I'm um....v-very gay...I-I don't think you'll want to do anything with me..."
"You know what, how about you wait till after tonight to say that?" Karen said seductively. "As your mistress, I want you to have sex with me tonight. If you still don't like it after tonight, then I won't make you, but until then, you have to. Now, first order of business. I would like you to...." Karen gasped and rushed back in the kitchen. "MY EGGS!!!"
He blinked in surprise when hearing the naga acting seductive, blushing softly before the sudden gasp and rushing into the kitchen. The pure randomness of that made him giggle softly, feeling a little relieved that he'd be able to wait until pleasing the feminine naga.
Karen sighed as she threw out the eggs. "And I had made them special for you too. You do like carrots in your omelet, right....uh....You know....I don't think you told me your name?" Karen began to wash the pan as she looked over at the bunny.
He looked over at the pink naga, still blushing. "E-Erm well...I like scrambled eggs with a carrot on the side..." he said nervously, worried Karen would take it harder than need be.
"Well, okay then. I'll cook it right up for you. You must be very hungry after all," Karen said as she began to scramble up some new eggs.
Chris gave a soft sigh of relief, watching as the naga moved about the kitchen. "Oh...And my name's Chris..." he called quietly, holding onto his legs shyly.
"That's a cute name. I like it," Karen said as he quickly cooked up the eggs. He quickly moved over and handed the plate to the bunny. "I want you to be comfortable here, Chris. If there is anything you would like, please, let me know."
He blushed as the plate was offered, nodding his thank you before starting to eat. The eggs tasted very good, and he forgot himself as he gobbled down the food like a wild, unfed pet you'd keep in the backyard in chains. After the eggs were finished, he took one of the carrots and began to nibble on it much like a rabbit would.
"So, did you enjoy your breakfast?" Karen asked. She had her own breakfast waiting, but the wolf was patient and had wanted this himself, having had nothing left to go to after his family died in a car accident weeks before.
Chris looked up from his carrot, giving a soft nod. "Y-Yes ma'am...it was very good..." he answered, his white fur showing a blush before he went back to the orange veggie, finishing the first one and taking the second.
"That's good. You stay right here while I go eat my own breakfast. I...I think it would be best if you didn't watch me eat. I'm kind of a slob when I eat. I'll be back soon, don't you dare leave, sweetie. I may not seem it, but I'm very fast." Karen giggled as he slithered into his room and began to slowly swallow down Jack, the voluntary wolf who had offered himself to the naga. Karen thought he had locked the door, however, it hadn't even closed all the way and there was a crack in the door.
Chris nodded as he watched the pink reptile move into his bedroom. His ears could pick up on the sounds of heavy, slow gulps and soft moaning noises, making his body feel chilled to the bone as his better judgment vanished and he moved toward the door. Slowly he made his way over, and peeked through the crack in the door.
Karen had been down to the hips of the wolf as he rubbed over the furred body, murring at the taste as he hadn't noticed the bunny outside the door. He gulped again, getting the wolf down to the hips as he slipped in further.
Chris saw what Karen was doing, his eyes getting wide in terror as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Before the pink naga could see him, the rabbit scrambled to run into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly. He panted and trembled on the ground, even going so far as to whimper.
Karen murred as he slurped down the last of the wolf and sighed as he rubbed his now fully belly. He then noticed that the door was open and slithered out. "Chris?" he asked as he looked around the living room.
The little bunny's ears jumped up when hearing Karen, and slowly Chris stood up. He quickly wiped away his tears and calmed himself down before opening the door. "Sorry...I had to wash my face," he said apologetically.
"It's okay, my bunny pet. I was just..." Karen noticed that Chris's eyes were red. "Oh my....you saw me, didn't you?" Karen blushed and looked away. "Look, I want you to know that I honestly won't ever hurt you."
Chris flinched when he watched Karen blush and look away. He could hear how sad the naga was with each word. "I...I-I didn't mean to see..." he says softly, slowly reaching out with a paw. "But...why did...you eat that person...? I thought...you didn't eat people..." he asks, still feeling nervous.
"I said I only eat dead meat or willing meals. He came to me, not the other way around. He said that he had considered suicide and decided that becoming apart of a greater being would be better. I think we should sit down so that I can explain the situation completely," Karen said as he slithered over to the couch and sat down.
He blinked in surprise; that poor boy was considering suicide? Something horrible must have happened...Slowly Chris followed the naga to the couch, sitting where the coils weren't covering. "Is....is he going to be...o-okay? I mean....I-I know that...a stomach digests things but...is it going to be painful...?"
A slight moan came from the naga's stomach and Karen blushed. "To be honest, I get that kind of reaction a lot from my meals. You see, Naga's digestive juices end up giving a unique kind of pleasure. Right now, I'm sure that my wolf meal is glad that he decided to end things in my stomach. His name is....was Jack. A few weeks ago, his family had been killed in a car accident and since then he's lost everything, including the will to live.
"He had been a friend of mine since last year and he had told me about his vore fetish, but he had never actually considered becoming a meal until just recently. With no money and no place to go, he stayed with me for a few days, which cheered me up, but then he just left. I followed his trail and found him trying to hang himself in a warehouse and I stopped him. He said that he just wanted things to end and then he suggested this to me and I knew from the look in his eyes that he would just kill himself anyways if I had said no."
He blushed and nearly flinched when hearing the moan, watching the bulge slowly move around slightly. "O-Oh man....that...that's awful..." he says softly, feeling a desire to gently rub the bulge. "But....is this...really a better idea...? I mean...couldn't he get help...or stay with you?"
"Let me ask you this. If there was something that you really wanted and everyone said no to you, wouldn't you still try and get it?" Karen asked. "That's how he felt about people stopping him from committing suicide. At least this way, he feels pleasure as he dies rather than pain. And it was his decision. No one is telling you that you have to do it, are they?"
Chris looked downward sadly, nodding lightly before looking back at Karen's face. "S-Still....e-even this...i-it just feels like...he could have seen a therapist...or talked to someone...not just...decide that he should die..." he says softly, his mind recalling the horrible things he had gone through. The things he saw, what he was made to listen to...all of it was too horrid to describe.
"I understand that you don't like it. But how could he see a therapist when he had no money. And no one's going to hire someone who doesn't even have a house. He had been suffering from depression for years and the only thing that had kept him from committing suicide was his family. Once they were gone, he felt that there was no need left for him to stay on this planet. And then he found a reason, which was becoming a meal for me. I won't ever forget him. He was a good....I think he's trying to say something to you, would you mind pressing your ear to my stomach."
He flinches when he was asked to put his ear to the stomach. He swallowed nervously, closing his eyes to hide his tears before leaning down to listen. He could feel his body shake at the feel of the stomach against his head.
"Thank you for worrying about me, bunny. But please don't. This is what I want and it's amazing. For the first time in years, I'm not depressed. In fact, I've...I've never been happier. So, please, make Mistress Karen happy. If not for yourself, for me," Jack said as he pressed his head against Chris's through the stomach wall. After that, he passed out, knowing that those would be his last words.
Chris trembles as he listens to Jack, tears slipping out from his eyelids while he kept silent until the wolf passed out. When he couldn't hear him, he lifted his head back up and whimpered, hugging his own legs while his body trembled.
Karen gently placed his paw on Chris's shoulder. "Are you okay? I'm guessing this has something to do with who you were running from. Maybe it would be best to tell me what happened."
The bunny flinched as he felt the paw on his shoulder, slowly shaking his head. "I...I-I can't...." he said softly, sniffling faintly before rubbing his eyes clear of the tears. "But....if he's really putting that much trust in you.....I'll do it..." he says, looking up at Karen.
Karen smiled. "Well, I want proof," he said as he gently picked up the bunny and carried him into the bedroom. "I just ate Jack in here not even ten minutes ago. Now, I want you to have sex with me, right here." He had forgotten that having a stomach full of someone he had just recently ate made him horny and now he was starting to get horny.
He blushed nervously as he was carried by the pink serpent, softly wiggling in fear. "B...B-But I can't....n-not with a woman..." he says nervously, afraid that if he angered Karen it would be his undoing.
Karen just giggled. "Hun, you can stop pretending now. Yes, I like to be called a woman, but when it comes to sex..." He unsnapped a button and his clothing fell off, revealing his half hard shaft to the bunny. "...I'm definitely the dominant type."
Chris looked up at Karen, his eyes drifting down toward his groin, seeing that hardening shaft. His eyes grew wide in shock, and without warning he squirmed out from under the naga and dashed out of the room, heading right into the bathroom.
Karen was stunned by Chris's reaction. Hadn't he known all along? He had never been able to hide his maleness to anyone before. Or was it that he had done something wrong? Karen sat there, wondering what had just happened.
END OF CHAPTER 1 |
C&C Chapter 1 ~ Tents Are Not Just for Camping! by Naomi_Maru | #1 of Camping and Crossdressing - _This is the first yiff story I have ever written, and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it :) Although I probably should mention there is no real yiff in this chapter just some sexy stuff grinding ^\_^ Expect the next chapter in a few days._ ~ The car drove on | [
"Coming Out",
"Crossdressing",
"Gay",
"Incest",
"M/M",
"Red Panda",
"Series"
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The car drove on the road, making occasional turns and twists, sometimes parking in a nice secluded spot for a few moments, before deciding against it and returning to the road. It followed the yellow dash lines, much like its very own yellow brick road, leading it to the perfect place that would bring the most happiness. Finally, it reached a spot in the center of the forest. This particular spot featured a picnic table, a well beaten rectangle perfect for parking, and a small gathering of rocks that formed a circle (inside of which were many small coals).
The car was actually a SUV, and inside this SUV a family of four Red Pandas had decided to go on one final camping trip before the two male children of the family had graduated. The two wahs did not like this idea, and had insisted on staying home. But, in the end, the agreed to their parent's demands and went on the trip. They asserted that they were "Not happy about it", though.
They were twins, defined as identical, but both rejected this and lashed out by making their looks as different as possible. Jeff, a few seconds older than his brother, had long red hair, matching the dominant color of his fur. The hair reached a few inches down passed his shoulders, and once there curled in rebellion. He wore horn rimmed glasses, strange for one his age, but it was part of his style. His favored clothing, and the kind of which he was wearing on this particular occasion, happened to be a long sleeved shirt (blue, today), and tight jeans of a feminine nature. He also wore a green scarf, which was appropriate for this season of autumn. His brother, Brett, had short hair, dyed black. He wore contacts, the clear kind because he liked his hazel eyes and preferred to keep them their natural color. He was clothed in a T-shirt, of tie-dye coloring, and over that he had a brown polyester trench coat the likes of which a detective might wear. In his lower portion of his body, he covered himself with comfortably-yet-not-baggy jeans that were cut off mid way down to imitate a pair of shorts. Brett referred to his brother as "little guy", sometimes because although Jeff is older by a few seconds, he is a foot shorter than his brother.
Inside the vehicle, the father of the family looked back towards the two boys and spoke to them. "This is the place, pretty nice huh? Bet you don't regret coming here now." The father himself was a thin stick, who loved nature, named John. A hippy, he spent most of his time outdoors if he could, and let his wife do most of the working and food providing for the family. He maintained a garden and prided himself on his lawn, which he nurtured all year long, even in the winter, fighting the deathly grasp of the snow and the cold until the very last moments when it clutched the lawn once and for all. He would sigh and fall into a short moping mood when this happened.
Rolling his eyes, Jeff turned away and opened the door, stepping out and getting some fresh air. Brett seemed more optimistic as he replied to his dad, telling him that it might actually be a fun trip, and to ignore his brother. Jeff ignored this remark, but secretly noted a possible rebuttal in his mind. Just in case, he told himself.
"Don't be rude toward your brother, Brett." The mother, Alicia, mediated most of the fighting between Brett and Jeff, while John usually just stayed out of it, sometimes adding in a comment here or there, much like a teenager himself. She was a bit more down to earth compared to John, and liked to keep the family as happy as possible and as peaceful as possible, but she would not hesitate to enforce whatever rules the family had. She was very much the more fatherly figure. Yet, she still had a soft side, especially for her children and for nature. She spent her off hours doing yoga, and spending time with the rest of the family.
"Yeah, yeah," Brett mumbled in response.
"Behave, the both of you. I want this to be a nice trip, you'll both be leaving the house soon, and I want to spend every last minute I can with you, even if you won't be moving far. Enjoy this time; it'll be a big change for the both of you once you leave." Giving this little bit of advice, she skipped out towards the woods to look for some firewood, adding to some early stockpiling. She left the job of setting up camp to the men of the family, and John didn't mind. Setting up camp brought out the nature lover in him more than skipping and frolicking.
Having gone camping often, they knew the routine and didn't have to speak much, except for the occasional command or request. They retrieved the tent from the trunk of the vehicle, and laid it on a nice flat area nearby the campfire. Laying the stakes in the ground, through the proper holes, they went through this ritual, and when they were done they were tired. But, the job was not yet done entirely. Retrieving all the proper materials from the mother ship, or, in laymens terms, the car, they finished setting up camp.
They only needed one tent, John and Alicia would sleep in the vehicle, as always. As much as they loved nature, old habits were hard to break and they disliked waking up with a sore back. Besides, the windows had curtains, allowing for some hanky-panky in privacy.
And so, they went their separate ways. John went to find Alicia, Brett went off on his own, but Jeff stayed where he was, because it was near nightfall and he had plans of his own. Waiting until they left, he went into the tent and dug into his duffel bag that contained his clothes. He sifted through all his normal clothes, until finally finding what he was looking for; a pair of black lacy panties with matching bra, a blue skirt, black stockings, and a light green halter top. He had kept this secret from his family for a few years now, when he first discovered that he loved behaving and dressing like a girl. He just didn't know how to tell them. He also knew that he preferred males to females, and kept this to himself as well.
He quickly slipped out of his male clothing, first pulling on his stockings. The stockings felt wonderful against his fur, pressing it down slightly. Then came the panties, tightly griping his sheath, turning him on just a little bit. The skirt fit snugly, and was one of those free flowing school girl style skirts, allowing him to swish around with it. The bra felt nice, but didn't do much due to his lack of breasts. The top was comfortable and form fitting, very soft; much softer than guy clothes he thought to himself.
With that done, Jeff walked outside of his tent to connect with nature for the first time as a girl. He went the opposite way of everyone else, and knew he should stay out for a while so that he could sneak back effectively. The excitement of possibly getting caught thrilled him a bit, he admitted to himself, but it could be bad and he knew that he should just do his best to not get caught. He skipped along into the forest in a carefree manner, practicing a girly skip. He enjoyed the fresh air immensely, and the breeze he felt on his legs. It was a bit chilly, erecting his nipples, but he didn't mind. After tiring of skipping, he walked and shifted his hips a bit, hoping that if anyone did see him they would mistake his as a female wah.
After a while of walking, he had a change of heart and went back to his tent to get some sleep. After the long trip he was more tired than he thought, so when he did get back to the tent he just walked inside, slipped into his sleeping bag, and fell asleep. He forgot to switch clothes.
He did not realize, however, that his brother had followed him to the tent, thinking he was a girl. Brett thought it was bizarre for a girl to be around where they are, and even more so that she just walked into their tent. Thinking the girl was a thief, he stepped into the tent to confront 'her'.
Jeff was already asleep, exhausted physically and emotionally, and did not hear Brett step inside. He also did not hear Brett's gasp as he found out this "girl" was his brother, Jeff.
His mind raced as he realized what was going on. *My brother is dressed as a girl, what is he doing?? Is he gay? A transvestite?* He took another long look at him, and saw the smile Jeff had plastered on his face as he slept. *But, he looks happy... and cute...* Brett was not gay, or at least, he didn't think he was. He had never looked at another male like he was now, with a naughty grin, and a growing bulge. He felt ashamed immediately, *How can I have the hots for my brother!?* But, he felt it none the less, and he wanted to see more of his brother dressed as a girl.
He slowly and cautiously walked over to the sleeping red panda, and on the tent flooring to unzip the sleeping bag. He did so, and pushed the blanket like covering aside, seeing the sexy skirt Jeff was wearing. He once again felt his erection rubbing against his jeans, and unconsciously rubbed it through the material with his paw. In an even bolder move, he lifted Jeff's skirt and looked under, seeing the panties that were holding Jeff's sheath prisoner.
Being unable to resist the temptation, he lightly crawled on top of his brother, straddling him at the waist. He then leaned in close, and gave Jeff a soft lick on the cheek. He had never felt such tender fur in his life, and gave it a few more licks. *I think I'm in love!* he thought jokingly to himself. But, even as a joke, it seemed to have its merits (his hard on testified to that). Jeff slowly opened his eyes, until he recognized his brother straddled on top of him, and grinding against him slightly, with his eyes closed. "Brett!" Jeff exclaimed. Brett quickly realized what he was doing and (with some difficulty) pulled himself off of his brother.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jeff! I didn't mean to do this!"
Jeff didn't know what to think. *Why was he doing that to me? Does he like me...like that?* Before finally realizing, *He knows my secret!* He buried his face in his arms, crying and sobbing. Brett felt bad immediately. He knew his brother was hurt, and he knew it was his fault.
"I'm sorry Jeff, I didn't mean to hurt you...what's wrong?"
"Brett, I...I was...I just wanted to know how it felt, I don't really like dressing as a girl!" He managed to say in between his sobs. Brett didn't want his brother feeling this way, and he knew he had to fix it as fast as possible.
"Oh Jeff...its okay, don't cry. I don't mind if you like dressing as a girl...It's going to be okay, I'll make sure Mom and Dad don't find out."
Jeff looked up to see his brother, he had to know if he was telling the truth or just playing a prank on him. "You...you mean it Brett?"
"Yes, Jeff. I'm your brother, I love you and I don't want to hurt you in any way. It's okay if you like dressing as a girl, it's okay."
Jeff sniffed a few more times, finally stopping his crying and sobbing. "I love you too, Brett! Thanks so much!" He threw his arms around Brett, holding him tightly. Luckily, the whole endeavor had made Brett's penis retreat back into his sheath, preventing any awkward feelings between the two. For now they just enjoyed their emotions, most of which weren't out in the open as of yet.
After Jeff had changed back into his guy clothes, fearing his parents may walk in, he slipped back into his sleeping back before a thought struck him.
"Hey, Brett, It's kinda' cold tonight, do you want to sleep next to me? I really don't want to catch a cold. This might turn out to be a good little campout after all.
"Sure little guy." With that, Brett affectionately patted his brother's head, and they both went to sleep.
\~ *I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Stay tuned for the next chapter!* |
Chapter Three-Of Moles and Aerokens by Blatzvack | Well, here's the third installment of my From the Ashes series. As always, questions, comments, flames, death and or dismemberment threats, all welcome. So, without further gilding the lilly, and no more adeu, I present: Of Moles and Aerokens: The couple stepped from the blue vortex into a vast | [
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"Feline",
"Fingering",
"M/F",
"Magic",
"Vaginal"
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The couple stepped from the blue vortex into a vast stretch of plains dotted with small hills and littered with strange rock outcroppings dotted throughout the plains. Jared took a breath, testing the air. He didn't detect anything wrong, but then again, Veronica said this Sector was full of habitable planets, although the Swarm had already passed them. Jared was astounded the way the planet was rejuvenating itself, there was already grass growing.
Jared's peace was interrupted by a squeal of pain behind him. He turned to see his lover, Veronica holding a charred paw. He walked over to the feline and clasped her paw in his hands, ignoring the smell of burnt hair. "You really need to stop that." Jared smiled at her, knowing full well she couldn't help it. Veronica was a planethopper, and Five years of Hopping had tuned her reflexes to scan a planet as soon as she landed. But, having a broken scanner that delivers a powerful shock when operated didn't help at all.
Veronica's slit-pupil yellow eyes glared playfully as Jared used his other hand to summon up the Aether from the core of the planet. This planet was alive, and the Aether proved it, maybe the Swarm didn't suck planets completely dry after all. Pushing those thoughts aside, Jared concentrated the Aether into the wounds on V's paw, and watched amazed as it made the cells in his mate's hand burn into overdrive, causing rapid healing of the wound.
He watched as her hand healed to as good a new and the excess Aether drained into her bloodstream, giving her an ethereal glow. Jared was always amazed at just what the force inside all things could actually do when manipulated.
Even after the healing was done, Jared continued to hold his lover's hand, basking in her radiating beauty. V must have sensed this, as she pivoted, twisting her paw free, and brushed a glowy tail across Jared's neck and chin. "Hey!" Jared laughed at her. Veronica just smiled slyly as she continued to walk off, swinging her hips in that sexy manner that girls like to taunt guys with. "Sorry, reflex." She cooed.
Jared had his own teasing to do, however, and ran up behind her, twisted her around, and gave her a light kiss (to both V's surprise and pleasure), only to break it instantly and take off running. Veronica felt the elation of her mate's touch recede, it having just registered in her mind what was happening, and she gave chase. "Sorry, reflex!" Jared yelled as he ran across the plains, zigzagging around and through the rocks. They would continue their game of kiss-tag until one of them got tired, rested, then resumed (although Jared spent most of his time being "it" than Veronica).
Jared perched atop an outcropping, awaiting his prey. He squeezed himself flat on one, lying in wait. He watched as he saw her get near, then he pounced. He launched himself from his vantage point at the pile of blue-gray fur that was his lover. He hit his mark, sending both of them tumbling in a big ball of fur and skin.
They laughed as they rolled around, half making out, and half wrestling, at least until they lost momentum and slowed to a halt. Veronica got up, helping Jared onto his feet as she did. They brushed and dusted each other off before one last kiss.
"We need to find that pod. The crystal said that a lot of them had fallen around here." Jared was too busy staring at a rock formation to respond. Apparently, Jared's leap had upset some sort of balance, sending the rocks sliding off of the Sleeper Tube lying underneath it. Jared grinned at his little kitten, "Well, that was easy. So, let's crack the egg and say hello."
This, however, was easier said than done. They spent the remainder of the day digging out the Sleeper Tube. Once it was clear, they sighed and took a break. "You ready to do this?" Jared asked Veronica, who nodded. They both placed their hands on the two sets of what looked like black slabs of obsidian. He wasn't surprised, though, when a blue light stirred the Tube to life, and it opened lengthwise, revealing a yawning mole. "Victor, have you slept well?" Veronica asked.
The mole rubbed his eyes, and walked forward. "Veronica, is that you? Can't very well know, as you know, sights not what it used to be." Victor said as he laughed at his own joke, moles were blind and his vision had always been dark. "I detect a male. Bonded, no less. Strange, I do not believe I know him. So, who's the lucky guy, V? Zeig? Rad? Christov?" Victor chuckled again.
"This is Jared." Veronica said, who threw her arms out to hug the old mole. "You always were clingy." Victor said, chuckling once more. "Charming old man." Jared said, causing the old mole to jump. "V, get behind me! Swarm! Where is Zeig? Christov, move left, Rad, go right!" Jared couldn't suppress a laugh as the mole shouted out battle commands to invisible troops. Veronica managed to calm him down, explaining who Jared was, and the fact that they were Bonded.
"So, the others are all gone? The Swarm got to four of you?" Victor asked. "Yes. I am the only one, aside from Jared and yourself." Veronica answered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Who are the ones you were talking to?" Jared asked the Elder, who turned out to be the head of the Building Clan, sort of the Construction Bureau for the Confederation. There was a reason Veronica had picked this planet first. "Zeig, Christov, and Rad were the three guys of the Original Five. I assumed they would be here for the opening, since I sensed that V was Bonded, I assumed it was one of them."
So, after formalities were exchanged Victor and Veronica proceeded to establish plans for the first Confederacy City to be built once the rest of the Builders were Waked, a new capitol to rebuild.
Over the next few weeks, Veronica and Jared opened many more Tubes. As it turned out, the Builder clans and their families decided that they would live or die together, and reprogrammed their Tubes to land on the same planet. Although it was unwise, it made finding and opening them a LOT easier for V and Jared. Overall, V and Jared opened about two hundred, and countless other were opened when V gave those that were Waked DNA from her and Jared to use to open the other Tubes.
Jared thought they were lucky that they had found an entire clan of engineers and scientists that knew how to fix and build their technology. Veronica had Victor fix her Hopper Bracelet as soon as they harnessed parts from the used Tube.
Once the vast numbers of the Builder clan were Wakened, Veronica told the Elder that they would jump to one of the Five to start work on the Capitol tomorrow. Until then, everyone would rest and get reacquainted.
Veronica was worried, however, as they didn't know this planet's status with the Swarm. For all they knew, the Swarm had it marked for stripping tomorrow, and it worried her. She wanted to make the jump tonight, but everyone was too tired. Even though the Waken had slept for years, they needed rest from the days work.
Jared and Veronica stole away to the woods when night fell. They hadn't had a night to themselves in five weeks, as they still didn't have the technology to harness the Aether into matter. That had to wait until the Shapers were Waken. So, everyone was forced to sleep under the stars in crude lean-tos made from scraps of the Tubes.
Needless to say, they didn't provide much cover for two young lovers lost in the throes of their lust. So, with only one chance, they both slipped out of their sleeping bag (singular, they shared one) and snuck into the forest. Once there, they followed V's nose to water. They bathed in the water, washing away the month's worth of dirt and grime.
Once they were done washing, the fun began. Jared laid his cat lover down on her stomach in shallow water. It was surprisingly (and pleasantly) warm to the touch. Jared cupped the water in his hands as he dribbled it onto the sensitive areas of V's back. He watched her shudder as her muscles begged for more of the soothing touch. He ran his wet hands down her fur, admiring the silky smooth feel. He let his fingers roam her back, over her fleshy butt, and down her thighs and calves.
He watched as Veronica's sore muscles tingled at the soft touch, much more stimulated by the change of the feel of rock to the feel of a tender lover. He moved his hands back to her...well...back and massaged her shoulders. He loosened up her shoulder muscles and then worked on her back, kneading the flesh ever so gently.
He watched Veronica enjoy every minute of it, and found himself getting hard from V's constant squeals of pleasure and ever so soft moans. He moved his hands past her ass to massage her legs, saving the best for last. He would pleasure that area with special care...
Once he was done, he knew that Veronica was feeling a bit yiffy. He laughed as he turned her over and saw the lust in her eyes. He massaged her stomach, then her front legs, then bent in for a deep kiss. He almost chuckled as he saw how wet he was making her, apparently the weeks of lust and lack of a tender touch had gotten to her. He purposely avoided those sensitive spots he knew would drive her wild, just to tease her. He then ran his hands down her front, stopping to lightly rub her breasts before moving on to her waiting sex.
He laid on his side as he pet his lover's streamlined body. He kissed her lips, then her neck, then her chest. He stopped for a quick suckle on waiting nipples before he moved on. He licked her stomach and continued like that all the way down to a quick flick of her clit, then back to a deep kiss. He knew that she was enjoying it with each moaning crescendo.
He placed his hand on her wet labia and felt her squirm with pleasure. He knew she wanted to feel him, but he wanted to draw it out, make her think he was finally going to, then he would recede. He inserted a finger just to the bulb, halting once it disappeared into his Veronica, then stopped. He felt a shudder run from her thighs to her stomach, and then up her spine. He inserted further, and further, and finally all the way, each time he went deeper a new sound escaped V's mouth. He felt a rumbling groan as he started to thrust in and out, inserting another finger. She gushed more juice over Jared's hand, as each thrust served more to satisfy her needs.
And idea struck Jared as he pulled out. He got to his feet and stood over his kitten. He wagged his exposed (not to mention stiff) member over his lover's face. He looked into her eyes and said, "You want it?" She shook her head in earnest. "Come and get it." Jared said playfully. He ran into the water and swum to the middle. It wasn't that deep and the current was light. Perfect. Or should he say, purrrfect.
Veronica splashed in after him, giggling at their little game. The met in the middle and wrapped their legs, arms, and lips around each other. Jared felt her throw herself on him, wrapping both her legs and tail around him to pull him even closer.
Their passionate kiss broke as Veronica started to jump up and down in the water, rolling his cock around her slit, evoking every sensation as water around it swished and churned, adding to the feeling even more.
Jared didn't move once, he let his kitten do all the work. He let her bring them both to the brink and back. He felt his little kitty fall asleep on his shoulder, his hands supporting her by her cute little butt. He lifted her so she was lying in his arms, and walked out of the water. He went back to a tree right off camp and wrapped them both in a blanket, drifting off to sleep in the moonlight.
Jared woke to a strange yeowling noise. He rolled over to tell Veronica, but she didn't seem to be there. He headed off toward the queer sound. He turned the corner and laughed.
Right in a clearing was Veronica, surrounded by trees that had deep gashes in them. Veronica was currently scratching long gashes in the bark of trees. He chuckled as she drew her claws down slowly, obviously relishing in the sensation as she arched her back and let out the yeowling sound.
She jumped as she heard Jared's laughter. She gave him a shy look as she stopped and looked down. Jared saw Veronica give that "well, what now?" look that parents get when they catch their kid doing something embarrassing (it was the same look Jared had given his mother when she caught him masturbating).
Jared walked toward her and lifted her chin so they were eye to eye. "I love you. Just the way you are." He told her, then before she could reply, he kissed her, interlocking their tongues.
They were like this for a long time until they heard someone clearing their throat. They broke and saw Victor flanked by a huge Lion and a Bear. "Well, it seems the couple missed the confines of their tent."
Jared and V looked sheepishly at the grinning trio. "How'd you find us?" Jared asked. "Well, I was told that you two were missing, so I took Lecter and Jet here to come and find you, for we feared the worst. However, I'm surprised that the Swarm itself aren't bearing down on us homing in on the sounds you two were making."
"Sorry." The pair said in unison. "Ah, pish-posh. I know what it is like to be young and recently bonded. But, it seems all is well. No harm, no fou-"
A piercing scream cut through the trees. "SWARM!!!!!!!!!!"
"Drek." Veronica said as all five ran back toward the camp. "Fuck." Jared said, running alongside her.
They broke the tree line to see a horrid site. The camp was in peril as three huge Aerokens swooped over the throng of people, letting loose multiple bursts of lightning at screaming people. The Aerokens were large pterodactyls that were rigged with Swarm technology. They gathered Aether in their beaks and released it as lightning at targets.
Jared watched their tactics amazed, as one let loose, the other two were charging, a continuous stream of death.
Victor yelled at Veronica as they neared the destruction zone. "Veronica, we need that gate. Jared, can you bend Aether?" Jared nodded. "Good, I need you to form a tornado with me. Jet and Lecter will disrupt the Aerokens." At his words, Jet and Lecter charged on ahead, letting loose what looked like bursts of fast moving air at the winged beasts.
Victor and Jared stopped and assumed a conjuring stance. "I see Veronica has taught you well." "Yessir, but I have no idea what to do." "Just try to summon air, I will shape it." "Okay." Jared summoned the Aether, bending it into air. He felt it being shaped by the Elder Mole, who was apparently more powerful than he let on. He felt it get faster and faster until it vanished. Jared opened his eyes (he closed his eyes to better concentrate on summoning and to shield from the wind), and saw that a big gray swirling disk (what Jared assumed was the compressed tornado disk they just formed) was hurling toward the Aerokens.
The Aerokens were taken aback as they were batted around in the air and slammed forcefully on the ground. Screams of pain and crunching sounds emitted from the beasts as they were crushed by their own weight (magnified almost tenfold by the machinery built into it. The Swarm loved power, and even thought the Aerokens were less maneuverable due to the excess weight, they were deadly weapons.).
Jared turned to see the last dregs of the Wakened run through the blue vortex that was the Jump Portal. He saw Veronica's figure moving her hands in powerful, pronounced motions, keeping the Aether flowing into the gate, keeping it open. Jared grabbed the mole and ran toward the Gate. He hurled the slow-moving mole bodily through the Portal, and clasped his lover's hand as they jumped through together.
Back on the first of the Five Planets deemed able to reform the Confederacy of Allied Species, the people stopped to lick their wounds and rebuild. Jared ended up sprawled on the grass, his hand still clasped in Veronica's. They sat up and looked at one another, Veronica brought her tail up to brush away some of the sweat on Jared's brow. He returned the favor by brushing her cheek.
"Well, well. Even in the face of danger you find time for yourselves. Alas, to be young again." They both looked up to see Victor hovering over them. They all laughed, the danger was over and they had made it. "Will the Aerokens be missed?" Jared asked.
"Definitely." The Elder replied. "But that bridge, my boy, will be crossed when we get to it. For now, we are safe, and that is all that matters."
To be continued... |
A Special Dessert by chickenboy | One of two stories for Demon-Man as part of a trade. Really weird prompt, but fun to do nonetheless. Figured it'd help get me out of my writing slump. - A special Dessert John walked into the house, smiling as he turned over the small glass phial in his palm with the | [
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"Kiwi",
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John walked into the house, smiling as he turned over the small glass phial in his palm with the semi-translucent fluid sloshing back and forth within it. He'd had it made just for that day, saving as much as he could in order to pay the alchemist, having the man whip up something particularly crafty and effective. He and his long-time girlfriend, Kelsey, were going to celebrate their anniversary that night. Dinner, a movie at home, and fun later, of which the potion he now carried was to play an important part.
The liquid was a special, mystical elixir, distilled from the sexual essence of the great demons inhabiting the lands. Such creatures were not evil, just rather self-serving, and typically let people live their lives as long as their own needs were met. Every so often, though, they would give gifts and favors into the hands of the humans, which often became highly sought after. The substance John held was one such thing, widely known as D-cum, but with potential far exceeding its common, almost demeaning use name. Alone, the substance had the power to transform the people it touched into strange and bizarre beings of pure sexual form and nature. Widely produced and sought after, many people desired it for its ability to grant new traits or cause drastic, lasting alterations, giving them the ability to indulge in carnal pleasures many had never dreamed of before. In the hands of trained alchemists, however, it could be made into tonics and elixirs that could induce milder, typically controllable transformations, catering more to the specific needs or desires of those they were made for. If a man wanted a pair of breasts, or a woman wanted some male equipment, there were potions for that. But such needs were remarkably tame compared to some requests, with some people undergoing full body metamorphoses, sometimes temporarily, sometimes not, and into whole manners of human-like, animalists or more carnal forms.
John and Kelsey had played around with the potions before, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Sometimes they would come up with strange, fun little games to build their fantasies, sometimes even drawing from real life. While John's profession as an archivist had never been glamorous, he had found their "naughty librarian" bit both comical and exciting. Kelsey, a little more brash as were other people who worked as police officers, occasionally brought out her cuffs and nightstick and let things go where they would. Always the potions played a part, making the situations all the more outlandish and thrilling to the lovers. But these had come from very regular alchemists of little renown, with skill adequate to their standing. Their experiences had typically been just the modifications of a few traits, and not to great degrees. Moreover, the often unpredictable nature of the potions combined with the alchemists' lack of any true higher knowledge of the art had left John bearing a permanent mark from one such foray.
Hidden in his pants, the young man was the owner of not one, but two rather sizeable phalluses, each nearly eight inches when fully erect, with his impressively large sac containing four sizable testes. Not that he was complaining, though. It was, by comparison, a rather mild transformation, and one he could easily live with as long as he wore loose fitting pants. Life had gone on, and the increased virility had not gone unnoticed by him or his girlfriend. But then, that also led to his only complaint, his very frequent and strong states of arousal, often leading to embarrassing consequences, and both questioning and longing looks from other women nearby.
The potion he held, however, he had obtained from one of the most renowned and skilled alchemists in the region, a man with literally decades of skill and a very large and thoroughly satisfied client base. It had been expensive, but John knew it would be worth it. This was a potion for not just one night, but for spans of time beyond which he couldn't guess. The whole time he had been in the old man's office, laying out what effects he wanted the potion to have, he kept his mind not on the inevitable erotic exploits he would have, but on his loving, beautiful, tender Kelsey.
She was unlike any woman he had ever dated or been with before. The fact they had been together more than five years without even one major fight, and felt more drawn to one another day by day was testament to how much they were meant for each other. Yet despite their apparent suitability, and much pressure from friends and family, something always held them back from taking the last, big step in their relationship and tying the knot. But then, neither of them particularly cared, either. They were as close as any married couple could be already, having a working, steady relationship, a very healthy sex life, and a genuine and deep seeded love that had filled their hearts. In short, they were just the sorts people look at and know they would be together for the rest of their lives.
If there was one flaw John could see with what they had, it was, regrettably, with Kelsey. It was nothing she said or did, at least not explicitly, but it was in the way she carried herself from day to day, especially in her job. She was already a cop before he had met her, and took pride in what she did. But there was always a deep sadness and anxiety in her that John saw. As the saying among police goes, "no one sees what they see", and there were days when that showed especially true. There was many a time when John had come home to find Kelsey doing her best not to burst into tears, or just sitting unmoving, gazing out the window for hours. Even during their lovemaking at times, something would set her off, and Kelsey would fly into a rage or depression. And over the course of the years, he had noticed it taking a toll. He had done his best to comfort her, but he wanted to do more than that, wishing to take it all away.
This year, he thought to himself, he would give her that gift. The potion would make certain of that. Kelsey would have nothing more to worry about, and be able to live a quiet, simple life together with him. Setting the glass vial carefully aside, John went in and began to make dinner, the thoughts of what was to come weighing heavily on his mind. As he set about preparing her special dessert, John retrieved the phial, pouring its contents over the confection before placing it in the fridge.
He dimmed the lights, lit the candles and set out the plates just as he heard her car pulling up. With an audible pop that startled her as she walked in, Kelsey saw him standing and holding the now uncorked wine bottle, surprised and thrilled at the site laid out before her. She flung her arms around her boyfriend, planting a kiss on his lips before heading back to change out of her uniform, making sure to throw a few hip swings in his direction as she did.
The dinner was excellent, John taking pride in his culinary abilities, and the two talked for a time over several glasses of wine until he felt the time was right. Excusing himself, he hurried into the kitchen to fetch dessert. He pulled the small tart from the fridge, a small bit of pastry adorned with slices of a vibrant green fruit, the syrup-potion glaze looking sticky sweet over the entire thing. John knew kiwis were Kelsey's absolute favorite fruit, and when he brought it out, sure enough, she could not turn it down. John looked on with an intent smile as she ate, tactfully turning down the offer of the last bite. As she licked her fingers clean, John felt his twin cocks stirring in anticipation.
They spent a short time afterwards watching a movie, all the while the demon essence had been saturating her body. Some of the side effects had begun already, Kelsey becoming restless and fidgety. All too soon, she turned the television off, and peremptorily grabbed John's hands, pulling him to the bedroom. Her blood was up, and she almost tore the clothes off both of them before shoving her man onto the bed, flinging herself atop his naked form.
They rolled together in the sheets, kissing deeply, before Kelsey sat up, threw the cover away from John's lower body, exposing his two generous manhoods. She caressed them, one hand running up and down each length. As pleasurable as it had been when he had but one organ, John's pleasure was magnified not just double, but exponentially from the feeling of his throbbing shafts being pleasured. Each stroke of Kelsey's soft, subtle hands made him shiver in delight. It would be one of the things he would dearly miss about her once the change happened.
Kelsey loved the feel and texture, the exotic look her lover had with his twin wangs and the engorged scrotum holding the four large orbs within it. She looked him over, he was tone but not buff, and had a bit of a tummy to be sure, but she cared not for such menial things. In moments like that, he was the ideal male, and she wanted nothing more than to show him how much she yearned for his touch, his pleasure and for him to return the favor. She seemed even more eager and energetic than was usual, but that subtle fact was lost on them, as caught up as they were in the moment.
As Kelsey bent forward, kissing and licking the tip of his left shaft while still massaging his right, she barely noticed the slight tingling beginning to spread out from her stomach. If anything it magnified her desire, making her step up her pace. Dragging her tongue from base to tip made John shiver and moan, drawing streams of pre out of both lengths, helping to lubricate the work of her hands on his second shaft. She repeated the motion, savoring the salty, musky flavor of her man as more fluids drooled out. She could tell John was thoroughly enjoying her gentle play, but the desire in her had built up too much, and she was in no mood to take things slowly.
Rising, she straddled his body in a half-sideways position, holding the twin shafts one in each hand. In a quick, deft motion she had gotten plenty of practice with, Kelsey lowered herself, letting the near rock hard tips press firmly against both her cunny and her tight sphincter. Already lubed by his own juices, John sighed in ecstatic bliss as he felt the lips and ring spread open, letting his members slide into her body in unison.
Kelsey let herself gently onto the twin poles that now impaled her, driving her mad with pleasure. Slowly, inch by painstaking inch, she lowered herself ever more until she felt the slight tug of resistance, a sign her lover's shafts were stretched about as far apart as he could manage. Undaunted, she let herself rise, drawing both shafts out until only the tips remained within her, then quickly lowered herself once more, plunging the erect meat hammers back in. She repeated this action again, and again, and again, each time reveling in the unique, intense feelings that were overcoming her. Kelsey loved this perhaps most of all the various positions or techniques they tried, as there was something that just seemed to elevate the experience. Even on the odd occasion when they had indulged in a threesome, the feeling of two men pounding her still didn't compare. Something about being pleasured in both spots simultaneously by the same man, the one she was madly in love with, was the biggest turn on in the world. John felt almost the same way, loving not just the carnal pleasures unique to his situation, but also subconsciously aware of how much joy and pleasure he was giving his love. In the brief windows of clear thought he experienced between thrusts, John mourned that he would greatly miss these moments as well.
After an uncounted number of minutes, Kelsey stepped up her pace, desperate to let the tension of their passion be released. The odd tingling had continued to intensify, now an ever present feeling that spurred her onwards towards one end. With the apparent drive of a rutting stallion, Kelsey worked John for all he was worth. Beneath her, John did his best to hold back, savoring every exquisite moment, knowing it would be their last time like this. But like a dam in heavy storms, he inevitably succumbed, and the floodgates opened to unleash the torrent. His members exploded deep inside Kelsey, flooding her cunt and rear with hot, sticky seed. Jet after jet erupted into his lover, his orgasm going on for what to him felt like hours.
As he came down from the sexual high, panting and gasping for air, he could still feel Kelsey trying to work his softening shafts. Looking up at her in his daze, he saw her intense expression, the look of almost disappointment as she tried to coax his twin penises back to life. For an instant he had that sense of shame, but then remembered what the alchemist had said. John was warned that in the first stages of the change, she would have an almost maddened sexual drive as her hormones kicked in, aiding the elixir in its work, and that once in that state, the rest would soon follow.
Kelsey moaned in frustration as both shafts slipped from her body. Looking down, even from her squat position, the woman had a sudden feeling of vertigo. John caught her as she slumped forward, but she rolled away, clumsily getting to her feet and staggering a short distance away while leaning against the wall for support. She turned, facing John with a confused look overcoming her lust driven angst. She cringed as she felt her insides knot and twist, and even in the dim light of their darkened room, John saw her lower belly bulge slightly, and a sudden torrent of fluid dribble from her feminine folds. Kelsey gasped at the sudden orgasm, but it did nothing to slake her lust. Yet even as horny as she still was, the young woman couldn't help but notice the weight resting in her abdomen. Each small movement of her body seemed to cause something inside to shift, sending small twangs of pleasure up her spine.
Nearly doubling over, Kelsey struggled to catch her breath as a sudden muscle contraction hit her, centered around the now distinctive weight inside her. She fell to her knees on the drenched carpet as another contraction hit. She clenched her eyes shut as contraction after contraction rippled though her, feeling her innards spasm and move in turn. Soon, though, the nature of the spasms changed, and with each clenching and unclenching, the weight inside seemed to get pushed down. Kelsey's eyes went wide as she experienced the strangest feeling she had ever felt, feeling her cervix dilate and the weight, now assuredly an object, slip into her birth canal. In the mix of fear and confusion, she could almost admit that the feeling was incredibly pleasing, the best way she could think to describe it was as being fucked, but from the inside.
John, meanwhile, lay on the bed watching the spectacle unfold. Kelsey sat on her knees, legs spread wide apart and leaning back, as if making easier access to her most sensitive areas. Her pussy constantly dripped clear, viscous fluid, small squirts jetting out with each contraction. As Kelsey felt the mass moving inside her, so John began to see the outward signs of the emerging object. He watched as her vaginal lips began to spread, the flesh already swollen. After several, long, tense moments, her passage gaped, fluids shimmering in the pale moonlight falling through the window.
Kelsey panted, both wishing for the ordeal to be over, and for such a pleasurable scenario to continue. She could feel herself stretched by whatever was working its way out, but strangely, she seemed to also feel 'it' as well. Every time the object moved, her walls went alight with feeling, and conversely, when she clenched down around it, she could feel the confining pressure squeezing, likewise riddling her body with sensation. She pushed, trying to force it out faster, but it seemed to have lodged itself in one spot as a few more knots inside her worked themselves out. She could feel it along its length, extending all the way up to her womb, which at the moment was the epicenter of the churning, twisting, distorting feelings in her gut. All at once things seemed to be swelling, shrinking and turning over, and there simply was no way to describe the overpowering helplessness she felt despite her audible, labored groans of pleasure.
On the bed, John could only gaze on in rapt fascination, his members having sprung back to full arousal watching Kelsey, knowing she was adrift in the sea of feelings. He wanted to help her, but knew there was nothing to be done except let it run its course. And in impatient eagerness, he waited for the real show to begin.
Kelsey tried again to push at the object, but her muscles no longer heeded her. She felt them clenching, building up a great deal of tension, like a spring wound too tight. She panted and groaned, feeling like something imminent was about to happen. The tension built until with a violent shiver, it released. Kelsey bucked her hips forward and screamed, a gush of fluid spilling from her cunt followed by the emergence of a long, slick, tapering tube of flesh, followed by two round orbs concealed in flesh dropping out of behind the rod of flesh. Both their eyes went wide as they looked at the new prominent male organs sticking from her crotch.
Kelsey's face was a mix of terror and fascination, her gaze fixed on the new asset between her legs, the warm air making the moist skin tingle. John, who was expecting the change, was still shocked and surprised at seeing it happen firsthand, and just how well the potion had worked did take him aback. In one moment, his girlfriend had become so well-endowed that it threatened to put him with his two cocks and four nuts to shame. The enormous organ protruding from her swollen lips had to be at least eleven inches long, its base was thick as both his members held together, curved upwards and tapered down until its head flared out proudly, slightly more pointed than a typical human's. It was still very definitely human-shaped, but just different enough to give it a rather exotic look. The testicles, meanwhile, were at least the size of large eggs.
Kelsey stared unbelieving at the glistening shaft, all the while feeling an odd itching sensation from around the newly exposed mal anatomy, which as it turned out, were the last traces of her feminine lips fusing shut around the shaft, erasing her femininity forever. Slowly, tentatively, she extended her hand, running her fingertips along its length. She gasped in surprised exhilaration at the merest touch, goosebumps spreading over her skin as the feelings coursed through her. This latest development proved too much for Kelsey to take, and her mind gave over fully to the driving, burning lust and the strange but undeniably breathtaking sensations her body was feeling. The last shreds of resistance dissolved away, and her eyes seemed to unfocus as her, or rather 'his', mind now subconsciously accepted his new place not as a woman, or even a human, but a proud male creature eager to feel the joys of its new body. Kelsey knew instinctually, the effects of the potion no doubt, that he must see the changes through, and surrender his flesh to the forces reshaping his form.
Kelsey reached out, fingers curling around the moist flesh. The mere touch was enough to excite a shiver and small squirt of pre from the massive organ. Paying no heed to John, sitting on the bed with two now raging hard-ons between his thighs, Kelsey slowly began to stroke up and down along his own length. Kelsey's eyes, though blank, seemed to still burn with an inner fire, a longing more powerful than any ever experienced before. As Kelsey continued to stroke and massage the aching shaft, John saw more changes starting in earnest.
With Kelsey sitting prostrate directly before him, John had the best possible view of the transformation. Kelsey continued to stroke the engorged phallus, heedless of the changes proceeding at an ever faster rate. Kelsey's bosom, while never overly ample but not in any way petite either, began to shrink and deflate, soon leaving a chest that while still having the feminine curves, would almost be more at home on a scrawny man. All the while, the goosebumps which had sprung up from the jolts of pleasure had not vanished. If anything, they had seemed to grow in both number and size. First from the pre-soaked region around her swollen nether lips, where the enormous cock emerged from its host, soft, brown down began to push forth out of Kelsey's skin, followed soon by longer, narrower ones that more resembled fur than feathers. Mottled gray-brown in color, the layers of plumage soon covered Kelsey's crotch, moving out to engulf the hips, lower belly and beyond.
Kelsey's legs were next to change, thighs bulking up with muscle as the hip bone began to expand. Kelsey lost his balance, falling from his knees onto his back to free his trapped appendages. Resuming the ministration on the drooling member, Kelsey paid no attention to how the legs continued to reshape, growing stouter, the upper portions shortening while the ankles lengthened at the same time. Kelsey's feet began to lengthen and reshape as well, the two outer tows on each foot being absorbed, leaving only three digits on each foot that soon looked unmistakably like those of a bird, quickly sprouting short, black nails on each. The knees and thighs repositioned, moving to hold the upper parts tucked closer to the body. All the while the feathers had continued to sprout, moving more quickly down to cover the upper legs, knees, and calves, all the way down to the new distorted ankles where they abruptly stopped. The reshaped feet were quickly covered in rough, gray, scaly skin, completing their changes.
As the transformation progressed upwards, Kelsey could feel his mind torn as the sensations of the change tried to overcome the driving pleasure he was getting from the fondling of his new anatomy. With a great deal of reluctance, Kelsey gave into the urge and let go of the throbbing cock and twisted on the floor in frustrated sexual agony, but allowing the change to do its work. The feathers spread up his torso, his now very ample and curvaceous butt quickly covered in them. A short, nubby tail grew in at the base of the spine, but was quickly lost in the billowing growth of the plumage.
Even as the changes progressed, Kelsey seemed to be shrinking. Slowly but steadily his body seemed to decrease in size, not greatly, but enough to be noticeable, that is, except for the great protrusion of a cock, looking ever larger by comparison. John, enraptured by the sight of his former 'girlfriend' shifting this way had turned him on more than any time he could recall. Whenever they had indulged in potions in the past, he had likewise always found the process itself a great draw. But this time was different, as John knew this would be the most drastic such change Kelsey had ever experienced, enough so to let a new chapter of their lives begin.
Something began to happen to Kelsey's arms. He found at first the fingers and hands had become stiff and felt as though they were asleep. But the feeling spread up past the wrists, then elbows, all the way to the shoulders. The limbs were deadened, unresponsive. As Kelsey twisted and writhed, too overpowered with the erotic feelings to notice, the limbs began to shrink and wither. Starting slowly, with the fingers fusing and being absorbed, followed by the hand, the process crept steadily up each limb second by second, each time becoming thinner, lither, and shorter as they seemed to dissolve into themselves. As it past the elbow joints, there was scarce but nubs left. The process slowed, then stopped altogether as it reached the shoulders, leaving them and his torso otherwise untouched, but rendering Kelsey utterly armless. Now all the poor creature had was a torso, still human shaped and somewhat feminine looking, but lacking almost any other trace he had once been female.
Kelsey writhed on the floor, rubbing his legs together trying to, in some way, satisfy the all-consuming need emanating from his male anatomy. As he grunted and squirmed, the feathers covered what was left of his armless torso all the way to his neck. As the first bits of down began to creep upwards, Kelsey felt a pressure like a vice grip his head, squeezing it as it began to reshape. With a pop the skull relocated, making the head angle slightly more upwards as the neck gained a bit more length. His once beautiful dark brown hair fell away as feathers grew in across the top of his head. Kelsey's forehead flattened out and ears shrank away as his face began to push out. Kelsey tried to scream, but his jaws did not respond and were sealed tightly shut.
As his face slowly extended, Kelsey was aware of a searing pain in his mouth like his teeth were on fire. He began to buck and thrash wildly as suddenly he couldn't draw breath. Seconds seemed like hours as the lack of oxygen and burning pain in his jaws tortured him. Just when Kelsey thought he could stand it not more, he felt his teeth quickly begin to push forward, his lips parting around the long, hard, curving mass they were becoming. John watched from his place on the bed as from Kelsey's mouth, a brown, elongate, slightly curving beak emerged, growing out inch after inch until it was nearly two feet long. With a gasp, Kelsey flung his jaws open, the final phase of the transformation to occurring as the feathers swallowed the last bare patch of skin.
Kelsey lay on his back, his cock aching for release and body reeling from the change. He panted in short, rapid gasps, yet he could not rest. Turning his head, Kelsey noticed the gleaming, mammoth erection still protruding from between his feathered legs, as if begging to be touched, fondled, and pleasured. Meanwhile, John sat in a stunned, pleased silence, looking over the strange creature with delight. His girlfriend was gone, and in her place was a giant, humanoid kiwi bird, its torso sill looking vaguely human and feminine, and its eyes transfixed on its member rising up from the rounded, ample thighs. John went wide eyed as he watched the avian curl itself forward, and tenderly take the tip of its shaft into its long, curving beak.
Kelsey let his eyes roll back at the feeling, lightly clamping his beak around the sensitive rod of flesh. His long, slender tongue traced along its length, feeling the smooth texture of it as he licked and savored the taste of his own pre. What bit of apprehension over his new form might have been left vanished, thrown away in favor of the pure bliss he drew from his experience. So caught up in it was he, that he forgot about the man sitting not five feet away, looking at him in awe and longing.
John softly said his name, and the kiwi creature instantly stopped, letting go of his shaft and turning his head. As the creature's eyes caught sight of the man, he felt a welling up of emotions, a fluttering of his heart, and a yearning for only him. Forgetting the driving need, Kelsey rolled onto his stomach, drawing his thick legs in under himself, and stood up. His stance was squat, like that of a true bird of his species, but he balanced easily, his torso held mostly erect and leaning forward at a slight angle. At that point John could see the change had drastically decreased Kelsey's height, now standing at a little over four and a half feet tall rather than the previous stance of nearly six foot. The feathers lay like a shaggy coat upon his body, giving a more rounded appearance than was perhaps the truest shape of his new body. The eyes had not changed much, still the vivid green color they had always been, their gaze filled with compassion and kindness, but still with the deep, underlying note of need. And between his legs was the enormous, still rather human looking phallus, now positioned to aim more forward than up as Kelsey stood and shifted his weight. He saw it twitch, still rock hard, and small drops of pre leaking from the slit at its tip.
As John looked over the creature that now was Kelsey, the bird likewise examined the human. He knew him, in the most intimate ways. He had all his memories intact, of when he was human and female, and of how much he still loved the man sitting, staring at him. If anything, Kelsey's feelings for him had increased. There was an underlying instinct, a notion that penetrated everything he thought or felt, and that was his love for John, his desire to be with him always, to give himself over to the human body, mind and soul, and that nothing else in the world mattered. He was his, in every way conceivable, and Kelsey knew it through every fiber of his being. Everything else about him may have changed, but that was the one thing that never would.
John was about to speak, to break the odd, silent tension that hung in the air as heavy as the warm, musky scent of sex. As he opened his mouth, Kelsey bolted forward, taking one step and springing up to land on John's lap, cuddling up to him and rubbing his head softly against the man's chin, all the while letting out a series of light, contented chirps and warbles. While John was caught by surprise, after a moment he felt wholly at ease as the bird-creature nuzzled him affectionately. He pet and caressed the soft feathers, enjoying the feel of them wherever they touched his bare skin. He would have gladly spent the rest of the hectic night in such blissful contentment, but a sudden shiver of pleasure made both of them tense and gasp.
As he straddled John's body, Kelsey's still erect member had grazed against the human's twin shafts. As the shudder past, both met gazes for a moment, then looking down, John couldn't help but reach out to touch the prominent organ. Kelsey chittered in satisfaction at his touch, his fingers sliding easily along its warm, slick length. For his part, John was amazed at how well the potion had worked, not only turning his beloved into the male bird creature of his inmost fantasies, but it seemed to work too well, giving the former woman a manhood any male would kill for. As he stroked Kelsey gently in the dark room, the bird's feathered puffed out from the exhilaration of the moment, unreachable through the erotic haze.
With a stroke of insight, John grinned as he repositioned the shaft, angling it to rest in the cleft between his own two. Kelsey chirped in surprise, but John had seized the initiative. He thrust his hips up, at the same time grabbing Kelsey's feathered ass and pulling his body towards him. Already amply lubed by their own fluids, the three cocks slid and ground past and against each other. Both man and bird cringed and gasped as their bodies were set ablaze with the waves of tingling pleasure. John pulled back and relaxed his grip, letting Kelsey slide away and dragging their flesh together in the opposite direction. With another quick motion john repeated the maneuver, and again slowly let their bodies drift apart. By the third repetition, Kelsey had caught on, and of his own accord thrust his hips forward, letting his shaft drag across his lovers'. How long it went on neither could guess as seconds and minutes blurred and blended together, this new means of intimacy blowing away any experience either could remember.
Kelsey felt the pleasure building to near intolerable levels, but still he held back. He had to use all his will, fighting as hard as he may to let the experience last. It was not just for his own enjoyment, but more importantly it was for John, to let him experience as much as his body would physically allow. Kelsey was driven by the urge to please, knowing that giving John such joy would in turn give it to himself. But deep down, Kelsey hoped the end would be soon, as he felt the need and exhaustion overtaking him, begging for release.
The two males ground their organs together, grunts and chirps filling the room as they brought themselves to the very edge. John felt his four ball churning, and Kelsey felt the two massive ones he possessed do the same, the scrotum contracting and drawing upwards as he felt himself give in at last. In the last few seconds, both could only think of the other, and in their lust they let themselves go.
The timing could not have been more perfect, as simultaneously fountains of hot, thick cum erupted from the three cocks, gushing up between them and splattering their stomachs and chests with mats of the viscous stuff. John, with his extra pair, had of course been copious enough, but the streams emanating from Kelsey's body were a wonder, seeming not to slow or ebb until well past when John was spent. Kelsey's mind reeled with the experience, his first orgasm as a male, and one any other would scarcely believe. Their shafts stood proud a few moments longer, neither moving as they basked in the afterglow. Slowly, however, the moment passed, and both felt the overwhelming fatigue envelope them like a warm blanket. As they began to give in, John's members started to lose their rigidity, sinking back down to rest on his lap. The man watched while his partner's phallus did the same, deflating and hanging limp along with the large balls between his feathered hips. Kelsey felt the odd sensation as the organ lost its definition, the warm air feeling nice against the moistened, sensitive skin.
With no energy left John fell backwards, his arms wrapped around Kelsey's feathered shoulders, dragging him along. The bird creature fell on top of his lover, smearing and splattering their combined seed even more. Kelsey felt sleep taking him, and fought it only long enough to give one last, affectionate nuzzle to his lover, his mate, his master. John gently kissed the head of the creature he now embraced, and fell into a deep sleep, but one he was eager to wake from to start their lives anew.
It had been several months since Kelsey had undergone the change, brought about by her then boyfriend slipping a potion into her food. Anyone who saw him now would see only the avian creature that accompanied John almost everywhere. It had been hard to accept the story, and some people inevitably were put off by the once human creature, despite its pleasant demeanor and happy attitude.
That first day John had awoken to a ticking sensation all over his body, opening his eyes to find Kelsey licking him clean of the previous night's emissions. Seeing him stirring, she chirped happily then began to greet him, speaking in a voice that sounded neither masculine nor feminine, but was squeaky and somewhat high pitched, almost the voice one would expect a cute, cuddly creature like that to sound like. John could only smile, and helped his lover to clean his feathers. Their days and weeks after the first night proved strenuous, however, as they had set to work rewriting their lives.
People could hardly comprehend as they saw the little thing walking beside the human on the street, happy chirps emanating from its beak, its large, human looking genitals swinging beneath it as it walked, visiting office after office, registering her status as a permanent transformee, reallocating funds, and letting the kiwi put in her letter of resignation and turn in her badge. It was something to see for all assembled as the bird balanced on one leg, took the pen with the surprisingly dexterous toes, and signed all the necessary papers with apparent ease. But by the end of their first week, all was in order, and the Kelsey that was had ceased to exist.
Since then, Kelsey the kiwi had accompanied her mate almost everywhere, barely being able to part with him. It was torture each day as he left for work, trying to carry on with house work or books or anything else, but sheer joy when he got home. On a few occasions, some had confused Kelsey not as a transformed human, but as some actual animal, startled when he spoke up in his own defense. The bird was a bit offended when, stopped by a police officer, heard the man tell John to keep his 'pet' on a leash. That thought he mulled over for some time, gradually feeling lees indignant, and more embracing of it. So long as he was with him, nothing else mattered, and had eventually gotten to the point of accepting such comments, and even walking around in a collar with john holding the lead.
Behind closed doors, the two had made love almost every night since the change, Kelsey's own sexual appetite almost dwarfing the libido of the very well-endowed and lustful human. They tried many ways, from the trick they had done that first night, to various positions to take full advantage of John's anatomy, to simply touching and fondling for hours until one or the other could stand no more. It took Kelsey a bit by surprise when John asked if he would try being the dominant one for a change, and only with some reluctance did he agree. Something in his nature told Kelsey not to behave that way towards John, but then again it was what he asked for. As it turned out, though, it would be the second most memorable night of their lives.
That night, John lay prostrate before the avian creature, both his pet and mate, his hind end raised to let him take full advantage. Kelsey began slowly, starting off by using his long tongue and beak to good measure, teasing his taint, sac, and sphincter, and letting his feathers tickle the sensitive regions. As John grew ever more aroused, Kelsey did the same, his massive hard-on emerging from its sheath. Kelsey continued his foreplay for what seemed like hours, until John had to resort to begging him to go through with it. Kelsey, in that moment, too lust driven now to object, gave into his basic instincts and flung himself forward, his mammoth shaft slipping its way past the tight ring of muscles. John cried out in shock, pain and pleasure all at once as the pole buried itself in him, slumping forward and waiting for Kelsey to begin in earnest.
As gently as he could, Kelsey used his strong, dexterous feet to hold onto John's thighs, balancing on his raised ass like a perch as his shaft helped hold him in place. The initial thrust had driven only about a third of the length in, and sent bolts of pleasure up Kelsey's spine, telling his mind to continue. Slowly but firmly Kelsey pressed forward, inch after inch disappearing into John's rear. John moaned into the pillows as the kiwi tried to bury himself fully, the massive organ stretching him incredibly wide, but both of them were frustrated when Kelsey could not hilt. Undeterred, though, Kelsey slowly pulled back, drawing his member most of the way out then quickly slamming back down.
On into the night it went, Kelsey alternating his pace and rhythm, but never letting himself fully emerge from his lover. He was operating on the same instinct he had done right after his change, to never let up, and never give in, to let his master enjoy the fullest measure of ecstasy imaginable. It wasn't until they had lost all sense of time or place and nearly all energy was drained from them both did Kelsey finally surrender and let himself go. Both man and bird cried out in a shared climax so spectacular that their minds went blank, and in that one instant they thought themselves free of their earthly bodies. John came back to consciousness, feeling the flood of hot fluids filling his bowels, and loving every moment of it. And Kelsey felt for the first time what it was like for a male to penetrate, to ravish, to dominate and likewise relished the experience. That night was in some way the last part of the change, as Kelsey had now fully experienced his new male side, and John was happy to have sacrificed his anal virginity to let the person he love come into his own.
The two slept soundly that night, together as they had been since even before the change. They dreamed of one another, and would do so in any shape or form, for the rest of their lives. |
Seduced By The Abominable Snow Woman by Human Kid Jet | This is a story based on the show called "Ducktales" and it's based on the episode called "Lost Crown of Genghis Khan" where the snow beast, the abominable snow woman named Snowy, after Launchpad has saved her, she immediately falls in love with Launchpad and seduces him as a way of showing her | [
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"Curvaceous",
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"Duck",
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"MILF",
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] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249147-seduced-by-the-abominable-snow-woman | This is a story based on the show called "Ducktales" and it's based on the episode called "Lost Crown of Genghis Khan" where the snow beast, the abominable snow woman named Snowy, after Launchpad has saved her, she immediately falls in love with Launchpad and seduces him as a way of showing her affection. This is a sequel to "Launchpad's First Time"
Launchpad used a rope like a lasso, he roped a part of the ceiling of the cave he was in.
"Webby, this is something that you'll learn one day." said Launchpad.
Launchpad jumped off the cliff and used the rope to swing over to the other side of the cave, he landed there safely on his feet. He grabbed the hand of what looks like the abominable snow creature that appeared to be a woman. He struggled to pull the snow beast up to prevent her from falling.
"Just a little more." called Webby encouraging Launchpad.
With one strong pull, he finally pulled the abominable snow woman up and she went flying, she was on the cliff side with Launchpad. Launchpad himself was taking a minute to catch his breath.
Launchpad wore an old world pilot's uniform, he had a young and proud voice, brown hair, blue eyes, he was wearing boots since he was in the cave in the Himalayas with his friends, his uniform was warm enough to keep him warm around cold places. He was six feet and eight inches tall at the age of twenty-five, he had a thin, yet muscular body type.
The snow creature was female, her name was Snowy, at least that's the name Webby has given her. Snowy had a husky voice that sounded like a lot of grunts and coos, she was ten feet tall with a large, fat and chubby yet muscled body. She had blue eyes and short blue hair, thick white fur, each one of her hands and feet were three feet long, each one of her fingers were a foot long, each one of her legs were four foot long, she had a six foot body, a four foot torso and a three foot long head due to her pointed hair. She could be at the weight of six-hundred and fifty pounds. Snowy even had a huge set of breasts, each one of her breasts were two and a half feet long and wide, even her huge ass was twice the size of her breasts.
After Launchpad caught his breath from pulling up Snowy to safety by pulling her up the cliff and safely on the ground he was on, he got up on his feet.
"You've been eating too many snow cones." said Launchpad as he found out how heavy Snowy was when he pulled her up.
He noticed Snowy was giving him admirable grin and blushing, she started grinning seductively at him and Launchpad was backing up a little.
"Now hold on there....ma'am." stammered Launchpad.
Snowy blew him a kiss and Launchpad knew she was seeing him as her first love as it was love at first sight to her. Launchpad started running away from Snowy since he knew what she wanted to do for him and it was kiss him. Snowy ran towards him, wanting to show her affection to him even if she had to chase him.
"Your her hero, Launchpad." called Webby with a giggle.
After Launchpad was running down a cave tunnel, he knew Snowy was right behind him, making a lot of kissie faces towards him.
"Ma'am, I'm not your type, I'm a duck and your a.....snow woman." said Launchpad as he had no idea what species she was.
Launchpad felt like he couldn't run no more and he stopped, panting a little. Snowy caught up with him and she was giggling playfully. Launchpad wanted to run as his heart filled with the fear of being crushed to death by Snowy's affections.
"Ma'am..please....if your gonna hug or kiss me.....please be gentle." panted Launchpad as he wa starting to catch his breath.
Launchpad was on his feet and he shut his eyes, he suddenly felt something that felt like a relaxing massage to his chin and when he opened his eyes, he saw Snowy gently scratching underneath his chin which felt really good to him. Launchpad let out a soft murr.
"That feels so good, a little lower." murred Launchpad as his facial expression changed from fear to relaxed and mellow.
Snowy giggled and obeyed him, moving her large finger down lower to where his heart was located, gently scratching him there and Launchpad let out a moan, his body was shaking lightly from the relaxing feeling.
"So much better, a little lower please? To my chest." moaned Launchpad with a giggle.
"Okay." said Snowy with a grin.
She obeyed Launchpad once more and moved down to his chest, gently scratching him around the chest area in circles. This made Launchpad moan out louder and his body felt so relaxed, he shivered a little bit and this made his legs quiver a little too.
"That feels so good. Snowy, if you want to, you can kiss me on the lips." murred Launchpad feeling like he was in a world of relaxation.
Snowy grinned and she planted her large and soft lips to Launchpad's beak in a big and passionate kiss on the lips of his beak. Launchpad felt her lips cover his whole mouth and lip area of his mouth in the kiss. Snowy wraps her arms around his body in a hug and she gently lays Launchpad to his back on the ground as she's now on top on him.
They moaned into the kiss as they were kissing each other passionately. Both of their hearts were beating a little faster from the passion they put into the kisses. Launchpad wrapped his arms as best as he could around Snowy's body by wrapping around her neck and placing his hands on her cheeks. Launchpad seemed to be half Snowy's size, he was big enough to be a teenaged version of a creature like Snowy.
Suddenly the two stopped kissing each other as Snowy felt something poke her lower body and Launchpad felt his body grow a large bulge in his pants. Snowy saw his large hard-on and grinned. Launchpad knew she saw his erection and blushed, he knew that Snowy was much older than him by two or more decades.
"Snowy, I know we're different by species, age and size. Your one great kisser." said Launchpad as his cheeks began to blush deeper. "The point of what I'm talking about is this, you wanna do it with me?"
At first, she had no idea what Launchpad meant by "Doing it" but was flattered to hear that she was a great kisser, she gave Launchpad's chest and face a large lick with whole three feet long, one foot wide and six inched thick tongue that was all the way out of her large mouth. This made Launchpad moan and giggle a lot.
"Down girl." giggled Launchpad.
After Launchpad felt her hyper sized tongue slobber him, he managed to grin and knew a better way to explain things to Snowy.
"How about I say it in words you understand?" began Launchpad. "Wanna have sex? Wanna be my mate and start mating?
Now Snowy knew what Launchpad meant from what he said and she grinned playfully at him. She went down to undo Launchpad's pants, luckily for her, she knew how to put on a pair of pants and knew how to take them off since she's seen people do it when ever they went to take a leak somewhere.
Snowy was done undoing his pants and opened up his pants, pulling his underwear down and this exposed Launchpad's large erection, his cock was sixteen inches long, four inches wide and thick with balls the size of the largest softballs, each ball was very large. Snowy was very horny and aroused at the size and she quickly shoved it in her hot, and large mouth, sucking on it eagerly while licking the whole underside eagerly as well, making Launchpad moan in lust.
"Ohhh wow Snowy, that's so hot." moaned Launchpad excitedly.
Snowy proved to be very good at giving blow jobs and she was sucking Launchpad off like a professional, licking and sucking him off like she meant it. Launchpad was feeling his legs and feet quiver from the hot and tingling sensations that flowed through his lower body, it was like he was getting the best blow job from someone would could give the world's best blow job. Launchpad placed his hands on her head to support himself and Snowy, he was moaning eagerly.
"Ohhh yeah, that's a good girl." moaned Launchpad as the excitement rushed through him faster.
Snowy started to suck a little harder while she licked the whole underside a little faster, she was working her mouth, tongue and the rest of her maw like she was trying to prove she's the best at giving blow jobs. Launchpad couldn't stop quivering and shaking his legs and feet fro mthe intense feeling of what felt like the best head any girl could give a man. The tension and heat was getting stronger and hotter for him which made him crave more.
"Ohhh Snowy." gasped Launchpad feeling hornier by the minute. "Don't stop, this feels so good."
Snowy obeyed him and kept going, she was sucking and licking his large dick so good, it was making Launchpad want to blow his load so much as he was getting the best and hottest blow job in the world. Launchpad's legs and feet were quivering and shaking without stopping at all, they were reacting to the intense pleasure from Snowy's whole maw and tongue licking and sucking Launchpad's huge hard-on like no tommorrow. Launchpad was moaning uncontrollably.
"Ohhh my word, your gonna make me blow up soon." grunted Launchpad as he found it hard to keep his legs and feet from quivering and shaking so much.
The only thing Launchpad could do was moan and feel the tingling pleasure flow through his lower body like he was having his first time but he lost his virginity a long time ago. Launchpad could feel Snowy's humongous tongue lick and trace over every inch of his throbbing cock, he felt her sucking him off harder and harder while she would lick every inch of his hard-on. Launchpad moaned and gasped as he felt his orgasm about to blow up and his balls were going to explode at anu minute. Snowy was wondering what cum tasted like since she's never mated with a male before.
"Ohhh Snowy, I'm gonna cum." moaned Launchpad as he felt his whole lower body get stiff.
Snowy was sucking and licking his dick as hard and fast as she could, making the levels of heat and tension rise so high that Launchpad let out an orgasmic moan as he came hard and shot his large load into her awaiting mouth, he shot rope after large ropes of cum in Snowy's large mouth while Snowy herself swallowed every large load that shot into her mouth, swallowing every load of it down her throat.
"Oh Snowy." moaned Launchpad lazily.
Launchpad must of been like a sex god because he filled Snowy's whole mouth with a mouthful of his seed, she swallowed every drop that shot into her large and hot mouth, it took a long time for Launchpad to feel his orgasm come to an end but he was still hard as a rock. Snowy pulled her mouth off his dick and she grinned playfully at how much he could blow into her mouth.
"That felt so good." said Launchpad proudly. "How's about we do the real thing? Get on top of me, mount me and you start mating me. How's that sound to you?"
Snowy grinned and winked, she knew this was going to be the best part of sex, she got on top of Launchpad and wrapped her arms around his body, holding him in her arms, she slowly shoved Launchpad's huge cock inside her very tight and hot pussy, the intense warmth and tightness from it made Launchpad's dick suddenly grow a few more inches longer, his cock seemed to grow to be eighteen inches long, it even grew to be five inches wide and thick now, seems like Snowy's vaginal hole had an enhancing effect on Launchpad's throbbing hard-on. Both moaned from the sudden warmth.
"Now just bounce on it and don't stop but please be gentle, because your bigger than me in size." moaned Launchpad as he instructed Snowy on how to mate him.
"Okay." moaned Snowy with a giggle in her voice.
Snowy obeyed Launchpad and she began to ride and bounce on top of his large cock eagerly while her massive and hyper sized jugs were bouncing around Launchpad's excited face, both moaned and gasped lightly as they were both going to enjoy each others bodies as they were having kinky, hot sex, even if both of them were different from species, age and size. Launchpad was feeling the female yeti's vaginal walls start to squeeze on his massive shaft a little tighter as she kept riding him. Both were moaning from the wet and hot sensations that were flowing through them.
"Oh Snowy, even though were different in so many ways, this feels so good." moaned Launchpad softly.
Launchpad couldn't believe that Snowy was this good at making-love, her pussy was squeezing and massaging his large length a little tighter and harder the more she kept riding his throbbing cock. Launchpad's moans were like deeply passionate moans of excitement while Snowy's moans were like loud, breathy, husky, breathless grunts and coos. Launchpad saw her large and oversized tits bounce around a little faster which he happily watched. Both of them felt the levels of heat and tension rising once again. To Launchpad, it was like he was in heaven and for Snowy, it was like she got to do what she always wanted to do with Launchpad since she was so happy and flattered that he saved her.
"Ohhh Snowy, I never knew that you'd be this good and hot, ohhhh your so hairy." moaned Launchpad a bit louder with more passion. "Kiss me Snowy, kiss me."
Snowy obeyed Launchpad again and she planted her large and soft lips to the mouth of Launchpad's beak all around the lips area, both of them kissed each other while moaning into the kiss. Snowy's large and soft lips covered the whole mouth and lips area of Launchpad's beak. Launchpad seemed to like being kissed and ridden by a female yeti like Snowy, he wanted to have a dream girl to be larger than him in every way and it looks like he got his wish.
"Snowy." moaned Launchpad.
"Honey bunny." moaned Snowy.
Both of them were locking lips like no tommorrow as they felt the need to kick everything up a few notches from the sexual sensations that were kicking into their bodies and rose to higher levels. Snowy pressed her large lips to his one more time before pulling her lips away from his. Snowy ridden Launchpad's large cock a little faster and thrusted a little harder, making her pussy walls squeeze a little tighter and harder on his throbbing length. Launchpad moaned and saw her massive sized mound bounce around a little faster in front of his face which made him much eager. Both of them were moaning louder and louder from the sexual sensations that flowed through them like electricity flowing through an electronic device, both felt hotter inside as the tension got stronger.
"Ohhh god yes, that's a good girl, don't stop riding me. Ohhhh I've always wanted a large girl like you to do this with me." gasped Launchpad feeling his whole body react to every feeling in his body that increased higher.
The increased movements made both of them feel everything grew higher, stronger and hotter for their bodies and minds to take which felt so much better than before. The tighter Snowy's vaginal walls squeezed and massaged on Launchpad's dick, the faster Snowy's huge tits bounced in front of his face, the harder and faster Snowy ridden and thrusted on Launchpad's cock, the hotter and stronger everything felt for the two lovers. Both moaned for what seemed like forever and couldn't stop since it felt so good. Launchpad may have lost his virginity a long time ago but for Snowy, it was her first time. Inside every inch of their bodies, every sexual sensation was tingling and tickling everywhere which just got much more powerful for both of them. Snowy was turning out ot be the perfect lover any male could have and Launchpad was turning out to be a real sex beast.
"Oh Snowy, your better than any other woman in the world, I feel everything tickling inside." moaned Launchpad as he felt hotter and hornier than ever when he could feel their powerful orgasms building.
Launchpad was matching the movemoents with Snowy as he was feeling much hotter and hornier inside, his mind and body slipping into a world of intense pleasure. Snowy was feeling the same thing as she felt her orgasm drawing closer too. They were both enjoying each others bodies as they turned out to be very good at making-love. Snowy's huge tits were bouncing around in a faster motion in front of Launchpad's eagerly horny face, even Launchpad felt her really tight pussy squeeze much tighter than any other female pussy would ever squeeze. Both were starting to sweat and that was just one sign of their bodies building up to the world's best orgasm ever experienced by a love couple, literarily. Both moaned and gasped louder from the increasing levels of pleasure that grew inside them faster than how much faster bamboo could grow.
"Faster Snowy." grunted Launchpad really loud.
Snowy was obeying Launchpad like a teacher teaching students in school, she obeyed him and ridden his large hard-on faster and thrusted harder, making her really tight pussy squeeze and massage Launchpad's swelling cock tighter and harder, her massive sized tits bounced faster and faster in front of his excited and horny face. Both moaning, gasping and grunting louder and louder from the increasing levels of heat and tension that grew higher and higher in their bodies and minds, making them go nuts with pleasure. Launchpad could feel his orgasm drawing much closer now and his whole bosy was starting to stiffen up more and more as his orgasm got closer and closer while Snowy was just bouncing on top of his large cock like she didn't want to stop until both were sexed to death. Snowy held Launchpad in her arms closer and that pinned his arms to his sides. The sensations of pleasure got hotter, stronger and higher in their bodies and minds as they kept going and going, making everything feel so much better with every eagered movement they made with their bodies.
"Up and down." moaned Snowy sounding huskily hornier than ever as she was entering her sex-crazed state.
"Ohhhhh yes Snowy, up and down is right. I love you no matter what, even if your a large and hairy abominable snow woman." moaned Launchpad as he was feeling his body go crazily insane with high levels of lust.
Everything was now at an all time high with pleasure levels as Snowy and Launchpad felt their orgasms getting ready to blow. Snowy ridden and thrusted his large and swelling dick as fast and hard as she could while her vaginal walls squeezed and massaged his large hard-on as tight and hard as it could squeeze. Launchpad was watching her massive jugs bounce like crazy in front of his face. Both moaned and started to scream as the heat, tension, lust and pleasure were so high, it made their bodies and minds feel their hormones rage like a stampede of raging bulls. Launchpad's body stiffened up completely while Snowy bounce on top of his cock like no tommorrow and both of them finally came as violently hard as ever. Launchpad shoot large ropes of cum inside the beasts' body like a fire hydrant that exploded while Snowy shot a lot o juices all over his lower body like splashing buckets of water on someone.
"I'm gonna blow up." grunted Launchpad as loud as he could.
"Wee wee." grunted Snowy in her most seductive tone.
Both continue to shoot large ropes of cum all over their lower bodies and inside each others bodies. Snowy ridden and thrusted his shaft faster and harder than she ever had than before, her pussy squeezing and massaging his swelling length tighter and harder than before, her hyper sized mounds bounced rapidly in front of his twisted and horny face. Both screamed and moaned like crazy as they felt their bodies violently bucking and quivering from the intensity of the massive heat and tension that hit them like a bomb going off. Both couldn't stop as they kept cumming harder and longer which was only going to get better for the two horny lovers.
"That's it, ohhhhhh my word your so tight." moaned Launchpad as his voice got lazily aroused and his whole body was feeling the violently powerful forces of a giant orgasm both of them were having.
Both came a second gigantic rope of cum as both of their bodies violently hit a second orgasm that made both their bodies shake violently fast from the powerful force of it striking them like lightning. Snowy was riding and thrusting his dick faster and harder than full speed as her pussy was painfully squeezing and massaging his large and wildly throbbing cock painfully tighter and harder which was tingling so much inside their bodies, it was making their bodies shake, quiver and buck as fast and violent as possible, bodies violently convusling everywhere as they were sweating buckets and the tension and heat was so high, it was doing more than tickling and tingling their bodies as their minds and hearts raced.
"Oh Snowy." moaned Launchpad as his breathing got heavy.
Both of them were under so much tension, heat, lust and pleasure, it was becoming too much for Launchpad but Snowy was strong enough to handle it a little. Both came rope after larger, thicker, hotter, wetter, longer, rougher, powerful, gigantically violent rope of cum all over their lower bodies and inside each others bodies like crazy, making a lot of wet and loud sounds from cumming so much. Snowy ridden and thrusted his cock faster and harder than the speed of light while her pussy walls squeezed and massaged his swelling and large length so tight and hard, it was way beyond the limits which almost made their bodies get high as the heavens with pleasured lust. Launchpad watched her massive and hyper sized, juicey jugs bounce as rapidly fast as they could in front of Launchpad's sexually twisted face. Both now moaned and screamed as the heat and tension made their bodies so hot and tingly inside, it made Launchpad's whole body stiffen up inside and outside of his body, making their minds and bodies almost numb with sexual high. Both of them were so high with pleasure, the pleasure high was at it's highest.
"I LOVE YOU." screamed Launchpad.
Both came hard for so long, it felt like forever for their orgasms to eventually come to an end after such a long time of cumming hard. Snowy and Launchpad panted hard as the snow beast held him in her arms like a hug. Both really happy together now that they had the most perfect sex anyone could have.
"Oh Snowy, I love you so much." said Launchpad proudly.
"Snowy love Launchpad." said Snowy with a grin.
"Kiss me Snowy, kiss your mate on the lips and show him how much you love him." said Launchpad encouraging her.
Snowy winked at him and planted her large and soft lips to his in a passionate kiss, both kissing each other for a while. After they both were fully satisfied with their sexual lust for each other, they both decided to find the others and help them out. After Scrooge proved to be the one who was at the part of the mountain first. It was true that both Snowy and Launchpad became a couple, even if there was a difference in size, age and species, they didn't care about the difference, they loved each other and always will. Every now and than, when Launchpad was on vacation, he would go back to the mountains in the Himalayas and visit Snowy so the two could have a lot of passionate sex. Launchpad finally got himself a girl friend and Snowy had found her first love. The two were perfect for each other.
The End |
New Friends & Experiences by Sci the cheetah | #4 of Taylor & Alex - Taylor & Alex Chapter 4: New Friends & Experiences Taylor and Jeff © Sci the Cheetah Alex © Rabbit Chaser Daniel © Rabbit Chaser \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They slept the entire night, but they did not remain tied the entire | [
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"Gay Relationships",
"Horse",
"M/M",
"Otter",
"Plot Development",
"Story Progression",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97647-new-friends-experiences | Taylor & Alex Chapter 4: New Friends & Experiences Taylor and Jeff © Sci the Cheetah Alex © Rabbit Chaser Daniel © Rabbit Chaser \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* They slept the entire night, but they did not remain tied the entire time.
Shifting in their sleep Daniel ended up behind Alex, hugging his new and first lover. During the time before they awoke he had gotten morning wood and since his sheath was pressed directly up against Alex's hole, his cock went directly into the younger male until it was fully buried.
They both woke up to the sensation and though it took them a while to realize what had happened, they were not complaining. In fact both, without any words spoken, began making love yet again until Daniel spilled his otter seed within Alex's rear. Afterward they went and took a shower.
Then they ate breakfast.
After breakfast they took a cab to their favorite video arcade at the mall. They had been there for about three hours, beating each other at various games, when in walked a face they had both hoped to see again. It was Tony.
"Hey guys!" the pony said as he walked up with a young male bunny in tow. This guy was a bit shy so he hung back a bit until Tony introduced them.
"Dan. Alex. This is Richard. My butt friend, I mean, my best friend," Though he made it sound as if he had simply made a mistake, the wink he gave the two told them what he said first was the truth.
"He's actually only 15, but we've been friends for years," the pony added.
They both said it was nice to meet the bunny.
Tony looked down and noticed both Alex and Daniel had their shorts tenting. Of course so did he. Richard was the only one who didn't because he was still shy.
"C'mon. I'll take you to my favorite place here in the mall. I think you guys will like it," Tony said as he began walking out of the video arcade.
The two boys were curious and so followed him and Richard, getting a good view of the bunny's butt in those tight biker shorts.
They all went downstairs, down to the other end of the mall where most of the storefronts didn't have stores in them, down a short hallway to a bend then went around the corner and discovered Tony standing in front of a bathroom door.
"This bathroom is rarely used anymore. Plus the door can be locked," the pony explained.
He reached behind the water fountain set into the other wall across from the bathroom and pulled out a sign that said "Closed for cleaning" and placed that onto the door.
"Now we have some time to ourselves," he said with a wink and led the way in. As soon as all four were inside he locked it and immediately began stripping his clothes off.
Alex and Daniel followed suit until all three were naked. Tony then pulled off Richard's shirt. Alex, while Tony was busy with that, worked on removing the bunny's shorts until all four were undressed. The rabbit was holding onto the sink counter, looking into the mirror and seeing the look of lust on his face as he knew what was about to transpire.
Alex remained right where he was and immediately began working on licking the bunny balls in front of his face. Naked, the bunny was alot less shy and his cock quickly grew erect. Adam was just as quick to deepthroat Richard's member and work on getting the bunny off.
Tony got down on his hands and knees on the pile of their clothing right there in full view of the other two. But all Alex could see was bunny legs and bunny crotch as he focused on the sweet tasting bunny carrot in his mouth. Richard was enjoying the feel of a new mouth on his cock and was lost to coherent thought as he began panting. He could see Tony and the otter in the mirror and knew what they were about to do.
Without warning he began giving little thrusts as his own orgasm quickly built up. He felt the young wolf's throat gulp down the precum as it constantly leaked from the tip of his member.
Tony told Daniel to fuck him fast and hard. They could take their time it was true, but they shouldn't.
Daniel worried about hurting the older pony but the pizza boy assured him he could take quite a lot more, though he never said just how much more.
Daniel got into place, kneeling behind the equine. He aimed his cock against the pucker and promptly plunged in balls deep easily. Tony's hole still gripped his shaft nicely, but it was easy to fuck him and he idly wondered just who it was that the pizza boy was taken by that would get a tight fuck from him.
He began pounding and Tony began to whinny with pleasure. The pony even checked the rhythm and began pushing back as the otter would push in. Daniel felt his orgasm building up. Ten minutes later he told the older boy that he was going to cum. Tony begged him to fill his backdoor.
A few thrusts later and Daniel did just that.
The otter laid on top of the pony's back as they enjoyed the feelings after sex can give. Even though Tony had yet to get off. They watched as Alex expertly sucked on Richard's bunnyhood and how Richard was now pretty much facefucking the younger male.
Five minutes later Richard cried out, thrust his cock one final time down the wolf's throat and shot a good load of bunny seed. Alex didn't have to worry about swallowing it as it just ran down into his stomach. The bunny was a prodigious cummer and it took a minute or two for him to stop.
Alex got out from under the sink, going over to the other two and waited. Richard remained bent over bracing himself upon the sink, not caring that he was giving them a good view of his bunny tailhole.
"Want to see something you won't believe?" Tony asked his two new friends in a whisper.
They answered yes and he told them that they couldn't do it here, but they could at his house.
Once everyone was dressed again and they made sure no one was around, they left the bathroom. Tony led them out of the mall to his car. Alex in the front while the otter and bunny were in the back.
But before they had gotten out of the multi-level carpark, Alex and Tony heard sounds coming from the back. Alex looked back and saw the two sixty-nining in the backseat, hidden from view of anyone in a regular size car.
About halfway to Tony's home they had finished and were sitting up again as if nothing happened. It was by far the kinkiest thing that the otter had done, and he liked it. He hoped to do other kinky things with his new lover, Alex.
They arrived at Tony's house fairly quickly. Alex discovered that the pony lived decently close to him, within walking distance. And Richard lived three houses down from Tony with his father and older brother Eric.
They went inside and before Tony could lock the door, the others were already starting to strip their clothes off.
"I see we are all eager," the pony said with a chuckle.
He locks the door and begins stripping himself, leaving their clothes on the floor by the door they enter the living room to start the fun.
"Get on all fours, Richard, I want to show them something they won't believe," Tony tells his friend, who knows exactly what the pony is talking about.
Tony went to the couch and reached under for a bottle of lube, which he promptly squeezed onto his cock. Dropping it on the floor he lubed his shaft up from head to balls then got behind the younger bunny.
He instructed Alex and Daniel to get a good view as he pressed his cock against the bunny's back door.
Alex and Daniel waited, carefully keeping an eye on the pony and his cock, waiting for him to thrust, but he just stayed there. They were about to say something when, before they could, it was Richard who moved.
He shoved himself hard, backward onto the older boy's cock, and kept moving his body back once it was in until he had every solid inch buried in his backside.
Daniel and Alex's mouth dropped open in astonishment that a 15 year old bunny could just do that without flinching.
"We've been doing it together since I was 15, though I didn't take his virginity. His brother was the one who took his virginity when Richard was 10. Since that first time Eric had used him multiple times daily, and Richard began to enjoy it. Then Eric started sharing his brother with friends. Including me. Once Richard hit puberty at 13, he became a total slut to his brother. It was Richard who initiated anal sex with me. I had not actually been wanting it, but it happened. I was his first really big cock. I turned him into a size queen unintentionally. He took everything I had one day when he turned 14. I can tell you about that later. What matters now is that he is a cock slut and loves taking it in all the way like this. Especially showing off for others," Tony explained, trying not to pant too much as Richard had not stopped working himself on the cock while the pony boy talked.
"Thanks to his brother though, he prefers it rough most of the time. He's a total bottom," he finished with. Then he began ramming the bunny's butt very roughly, treating Richard as if he were a brood mare. Which was quite rough.
Both of the other boys were amazed as the bunny was even more vocal now than he was before. He was really getting into it. In fact, in just five minutes of serious asspounding, the bunny boy cried out and sprayed the floor beneath him with a good size load of bunny cum.
Tony kept fucking the bunny roughly for fifteen minutes, making the bunny cum three times, once every five minutes.
Then he stopped fucking as he didn't want to orgasm himself just yet.
"Because he's a total slut bottom and because I hit his prostate alot, he cums every five minutes or more. And his cock remains rock hard," Tony explained while Richard was being a bad boy and pushing himself back and forth on the equine cock.
"His brother is a total top. And he cums every ten minutes, while remaining rock hard in between orgasms," he continued, though he failed to mention that Richard's brother is an aggressive dominant top who enjoys raping any guy he can get his cock into. And that, because he's a bunny, fucks like one. He would let Jeff and Taylor explain that to Alex, though he was not sure that they would.
"What do you guys want to do?" the pony asked as a way of changing the subject.
In response Alex got behind Tony and Daniel got underneath Richard on his back. So that Tony was stuck between the predator and prey, while land and water 69ed.
While the wolf's cock was smaller than the otter's he still had a good fuck. Tony was well able to control his sphincter, he could give a small cock a tight fuck or take an entire full size stallion's cock. He should know as he's been taken by one particular stallion since he was 11.
But right now he was enjoying Alex's cock inside him, and the feel of tight bunny butt surrounding his sizable member.
He decided to take over.
The pony boy pushed back onto Alex's cock, then pulled off that in order to thrust into Richard's ass. He quickly built up a rhythm where his partners didn't have to move at all, he would push and pull back and forth, intensifying the pleasures for all of them.
Including Daniel, as thrusting forward would make Richard's cock thrust down the otter's throat. Which increased the pleasure for Richard as well, and he in turn would suck harder on the 16 year old's cock.
Tony was the one who was giving pleasure to others, but he was the one who was in complete control. He would sometimes slow his thrusts down, and other times pick up the pace.
It was Daniel who lost it first. Blowing his load of otter cum down the throat of the bunny who greedily swallowed it all.
Getting a mouthful of cum set Richard off. And he blasted his bunny load into the otter's stomach. His cock was buried so that Daniel just let the cum flow without having to swallow.
This set Tony off because the bunny's butt clenched down upon his shaft just as he had it in balls deep. The pony neighed loudly as he orgasmed and filled his friend's tight rear with hot equine seed, some of it leaking out there was so much.
And his orgasm set off Alex when the pony's ass clenched. Alex gave one final thrust and popped the knot inside, locking them together. He howled out his orgasm as his cock pulsed out a thick stream of cum, then settling down to a normal canine orgasm, sending spurts of wolf cum every second. They'd be tied for about ten minutes before he could pull out.
Which was alright since everyone was exhausted and they just lay there.
After it was all over and they had separated Tony got up and called his father to order a pizza. By this time it was around 7pm and soon everyone but Tony would have to go to school tomorrow. So they ate, watched a movie and made plans to get together again for some more fun.
Both Alex and Daniel admitted to wanting that pony cock up their ass. Tony wasn't sure about it but he agreed to give it to them when they had time to take it slow.
When they were done eating, Tony took the two lovers back to Daniel's place. Richard walked home since he only lived three houses down.
Arriving at the otter's house they saw a car in the driveway and knew that at least Jeff was there waiting.
It turned out to be Jeff and Taylor.
"Did you guys have fun?" though they knew the answer to that one.
"Of course we did," the two said together as they groped each other in front of the two adults.
The three said goodbye to Daniel and Alex went home. Alot happier now that he not only had new friends in Tony and Richard. But also a wonderful lover in Daniel.
The End of Chapter 4 |
world of elements chapter 2 by agent rex | #2 of world of the elements - Chapter 2 hey guys sorry it took so long, my grades started falling so i had to spend more time at school then on then computer. but here it is i hhope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. By agent rex The raging heart and the new world Back at the | [
"Character Development",
"Death",
"Magic",
"New World",
"Plot Development"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10056-world-of-elements-chapter-2 | Chapter 2
hey guys sorry it took so long, my grades started falling so i had to spend more time at school then on then computer. but here it is i hhope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.
By agent rex
The raging heart and the new world
Back at the house Jeff, Thomas's father, was lying on the floor in the living room of their house with 6 men warring black suits with sunglasses on, standing around him, as he slowly set up straight. He had a gun wound in one of his lungs. "I'll... I'll never tell...never tell you...where...where...he is...you...you...bastard..." he said trying to catch his breath and ignore the pain searing through his body as he tried to stay alive.
"Then we have no use for you anymore. Heh...heh" the black fox agents said as he aimed the gun at Jeff's head. He slowly cocked his pistol as Jeff just glared right in his eyes showing no fear, which angered the agent. As he slowly began to pull the trigger Thomas hovered over to the window to peer inside and was frightened to see his father look over to him and whisper.
"Be safe my son" he said right before was shot in the head. As his father fell to the ground slowly with a thump, Thomas was being over flowed by emotion of anger and remorse of watching his father die the same exact way his mother died and couldn't do anything to help. Then suddenly everything went black as he was overcame by the power had awakened deep inside himself.
Suddenly the glass shattered as Thomas with eyes glowing red floated into the house. The shattered glass started swarming around like a barrier of glass. As floated over to his father's dead body.
"What the... it's him quick shoot him down, but don't put too many bullet holes in him the boss said he needs the body in good shape. Heh...heh" the black fox said as the other agents pulled out they're own guns and aimed them at Thomas.
"You think those toys are going to work on me you pathetic insects," Thomas said in a deep dark voice. It was like he had transformed into another because his fur had turned a blood crimson. The agents started shooting at him, but the glass barrier around him made the bullets ricochet off and into the ceiling. Then he waved his hand in front of his body and all the bullets and the glass stopped in midair and then fell to the ground.
"You will pay for this with your lives" he said in a voice that made the whole room shudder in fear. He put his arms up like a cross in front his chest and said, "Blade wind" and then two thin lines appeared going down his arms as he waved them at the two agents on his left and right. Sending the blade winds flying towards two of the men cutting their heads off with blood squirting all over the floor. Then he said "ice beams" two beams of pure cold, so cold it would cut through anything, shot out of his eyes and shot towards three of the men. Cutting right through their torsos. "Then there was one" Thomas said with an evil looking grin, it was the black fox. Thomas shot a "fireball" at the agent but he jumped into the air and flipped over the fireball and quickly ran for his gun. He was about to pick up his gun when he felt the pain searing through his shoulder as Thomas cast a spell to summon a metal sword and slashed the agent's shoulder. The agent fell to the ground then rolled onto his back so he was facing the ceiling, Thomas then pointed the blade at the agent's throat, but at that moment he felt weak and exhausted, then everything went black. His body suddenly fell to ground; he had pushed himself to hard and lost all his energy and fainted.
Then the agent got up a little confused as to what just happened. As he grabbed his arm as it throbbed with pain. A grin appeared on his face he picked up his pistol and aimed it at the head of the Thomas. "Looks like you ran out of luck kid." as he cocked his gun getting ready to shoot his gun at Thomas.
Then there was a large flash of blue light that seem to be coming from Thomas. The agent took a few steps back and covering his eyes. When he opened his eyes he was the blue orb floating over Thomas's unconscious body. The agent got to his knees and pushed himself up slightly dazed from the blinding light. He didn't care what got in his way he was ordered to kill the elemental krekhon. As he walked over to Thomas the orb jumped into the air and went straight for the agent. The agent put up his gun to shoot the orb but it was to fast. It hit him in the chest so hard that it sent the agent flying through the air and he crashed into a bookshelf on the other side of the room and smashing it to pieces. The hit had knocked him out.
The orb floated back to Thomas and hovered over his body. It started making chirping sound and Thomas's body started floating. In an instant there was a flash then his body and the orb disappeared.
Ahh...what happened Thomas thought to himself as he slowly awakened from his unconscious state. He slowly opened his eyes but hey were still blurry all He could make out was that he was in a bed with white sheets and there were voices in the background, they sounded worried about something. His vision slowly went back to normal, he tried to get up but was still too weak to get up so he just lay there until he heard the two stop talking and he heard foot steps getting closer. He got a little scared so he closed his eyes hoping that they would think he was still asleep. He heard the door open and somebody walked in and went over to the bed.
"How are we feeling today" he said in a calming and kind voice, he put his hand on Thomas's forehead to se if he had a fever. "You had quite a nasty fall there" he said in a humorous, obviously he knew Thomas was awake. So Thomas slowly opened his eyes to see a blue fox sitting in a chair next to the bed. He looked about 27 or so, he was warring jeans with areas that looked torn. He wasn't warring a shirt which revealed his muscular chest, his fur was a soft sea blue and his chest was a light sky blue. He had an earring at the tip of one of his ears. He smiled at me as I opened my eyes he didn't look like he wanted to hurt him.
"What happened? Where am I? How did I get here?" he started saying as his strength slowly returned but he was still too weak to move. "Oh no! Dad!" he remembered seeing his dad get shot in the head he immediately tried to get up but the blue fox put his hand on Thomas's chest and kept him from moving.
"Don't try to move you used to much of your power and your to weak to move" he said a caring voice. As he slowly pushed Thomas back down and pulled up the sheets. Thomas remembered becoming enraged when his father was killed that he lost control of himself and tried to kill the agents.
"But the agents... and when I came over with this amazing power" Thomas said worried to what happened. He tried to get up again but was pushed back onto the bed and the sheets thrown over him again.
"Don't worry I'll tell you everything that happened when you regain your strength. You've been asleep for 3 days and your body has to get used to moving again, so you can over exert yourself. Just lie in bed and I'll take care of you and tell you what happened when you get better." He said as he walked towards the door and said "I'll get you something to eat and in the mean time my friend here can keep you company" then the blue orb from before floated into the room making that same happy chirping sound like it was happy to see him well. It flew over to him and rested in his palm. "His name is Wee he's and elemental water orb" he said as he was about to shut the door but then opened it again and said "oh and my name is Tarem, now get some rest all will be explained later on."
Over the next week Thomas stayed in bed and Wee stayed at his side all the time. Everyday Tarem would come in and give Thomas some food. Thomas slowly started getting up and going to sit on the balcony, one day Tarem went out to join Thomas to tell him what happened.
"Listen I'm going to tell you everything that happened but don't ask any questions until I'm done, got it." He said and I just nodded as Tarem sighed. "Ok, to start I am actually your cousin well actually your mom's cousin but that's not the point. I just heard that your mom died last week from our undercover agents on earth." Thomas was surprised at that last statement and was about to ask what he meant when Tarem continued, "yes, we are not on earth we are on Krekhor the home planet of the elementals and brother to earth. When I heard about your mother I sent my orb to find and help you discover your families secret, and I created Wee with my control over the element of water, yes, I'm a water elemental" this came to no surprise since we were on the elemental planet and with everything that happened he was not surprised. "When Wee helped you he sent me a message and I told him to bring you and your dad but I was to late the government had already taken care of him so I used Wee to cast a teleportation spell to bring you here." Thomas remembered he was about to finish the last agent when he blacked out then there was a great big flash. "When you arrived you were in bad condition but since I have a friend that's a plant elemental he used his healing powers on you to bring to back to consciences." He said then he got up and walked towards the door and said "that's all I'm going to tell you today so you can take this in slowly so have a good rest Thomas" he said as he closed the door. Thomas got up and went over to the bed with Wee trailing behind him. He fell to his knees next to the bed and started sobbing while saying "why...why didn't you and dad tell about this why did you keep it a secret, if you would have told me I could've helped you but I was useless to stop your deaths and now I'm all alone" just then Wee flew over to him and made a sad chirping sound. Thomas got to his feet and wiped off his tears and smiled "of course I wouldn't forget you Wee" then he got into bed and went to sleep. Little did he know that Tarem was listening through the door.
The next day Thomas was feeling much better, after he ate breakfast which consisted of pancakes and eggs and a glass of "herb cider" which was a medicine to help him regain his strength. Tarem said that Thomas needed to get his strength back because he has some stuff for him to do. He was a little confused but he said it would be fun so Thomas was a little more excited than confused. He told Thomas to meet him in the yard after he ate lunch, and Wee would show how to find the yard. While Thomas walked down the long hall he thought about what was going to happen to him now, was he going to learn how to use his powers or would he forget about them and live a normal, but he shook the thoughts out of his except one which was revenge. He suddenly recalled everything that had happened that day about finding out he was some all powerful being of a family that protected the elementals through time. And how his parents died protecting him and his mind was full of so much rage and he decided to get revenge first then worry about protecting others. But those thoughts left his head as he went through a set of huge double doors and into what looked like a training field.
Tarem was waiting for him in the middle of the field warring what looked like a uniform of some kind. It was a long blue robe with black lining it, it was buttoned in the front of his chest, the sleeves were very bagging. "Its time to start your training, Thomas Krekhon" he said as Thomas stood in the door way of an elemental training field.
To be continued...
again sorry for the wait but youll bee happy to know that chapter 3 is on its way, that is if i get some positive feed back. cya |
Day two. by Anthony_Lion | #2 of Skunk Tails - a Kerr spinoff - Waking slowly, Shelana first notices the quiet, _Great! It has stopped raining; maybe NOW I can get a chance to run away?_ Then she notices arms wrapped loosely around her body, paws grasping her tail and _something_ pressed between her breasts. Fearing what | [
"Bondage",
"Fox",
"M/F",
"Rape",
"Skunk",
"Violence"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5154-day-two | Waking slowly, Shelana first notices the quiet, *Great! It has stopped raining; maybe NOW I can get a chance to run away?* Then she notices arms wrapped loosely around her body, paws grasping her tail and *something* pressed between her breasts. Fearing what she'll see the skunkette still opens her eyes to the pre-dawn grayness and tilts her head down to see the fox' head, his muzzle buried between her breasts and a mischievous glint in his gray eyes. "Stop drooling on me!" she hisses at him, "and let go of my tail!"
"So soft," the fox mumbles happily, ignoring her request. Then he begins to slowly stroke her tail. "Stop that!" she growls as his caresses threatens to wake passions in her, "stop it or I'll..."
"Or what?" he asks innocently, "what are you going to do?"
Growling, she tries to kick him where it will hurt the most, but only succeeds in sliding her leg over his hips and ending up in an even more intimate position.
"Oooh!" the fox exclaims, "you're going to seduce me?" Then his left paw moves down to scratch at the base of her tail, sending brief flashes of pleasure tingling through her body.
Shelana is about ready to use her claws on the fox when she hears a throat being cleared.
"You two!" the badger calls, "get up! You lost us a lot of time yesterday, so we need to get under way as soon as it's light enough to see the road."
"What's the hurry?" the fox grumbles as he frees himself from the blankets and sit up.
"There's a waystation at the top of the pass," the badger responds, "and if we can't reach it today, we might as well turn back. There's no other campsites up there, the road can't be traveled at night and we're lower down than we should have been." Pausing a moment he adds a final line, "It won't be many more days before snow makes this road unpassable, either. Guess who'll have to pay for my detour around the mountains?" Then the wagon rocks as the heavyset male climbs down.
Grumbling a bit, the fox gets up, heads for the front of the wagon and climb down to the ground.
Still fuming, Shelana sit up and adjusts her clothes. *The nerve of that fox! I'd lay him over my knees and spank him, but he would probably get off of it!* When she finally steps down on the road, the badger is busy getting the horses hitched up to the wagon and the fox is nowhere to be seen.
"You took your time," the badger grunts. Nodding towards an outcropping, he adds, "Empty your bladder over there, then climb back onto the wagon."
Now that the badger have mentioned it, the skunk's bladder makes its presence and condition known, so she hurries over to the place indicated. The stench assaulting her tells her that they're not the first to stop and rest at this place. Either that, or someone has been violently sick - at both ends - for an eightday or more. She quickly does what is needed, pulls her trousers back up and turns to return to the wagon when she realises that neither the badger, who is busy with the horses, nor the fox, who is nowhere to be seen, are watching her. *It's now or never!* Casting a last glance towards the wagon, she starts down the road, at first walking carefully, then running as fast as her feet can carry her.
"Hey! Stop!"
Hearing the fox' voice from behind spurs her into running even faster. *Just try, you little twerp!*
"Stop!" the fox shouts again.
Fearing that the fox is getting closer, the skunkette makes the tatal mistake of casting a glance behind her and trips on an exposed root, sending her flying to land with a dull thud that knocks the air out of her.
"Gotcha!" the fox exclaims, dropping down on top of her and knocking the wind out of her, again.
"Get off!" she wheezes a few seconds later, "get off or I'll skin you!"
"Promises, promises," he taunts, then leans down and licks her neck. "You know I will have to punish you for this, right?" Digging through his pockets he finds a short cord which he uses to tie her paws together. Then he gets back up on his feet, grabs her arms and pulls her upright. When she tries to turn her back to him and lift her tail, he spins her around and hisses, "Don't even think of spraying!" Then, grinning widely, he adds, "At least not while wearing pants with a hole barely large enough for your tail."
Swearing and hissing at him she has no option than to follow him back to the wagon and the waiting badger.
"She's a fast one," the badger states, grinning widely. "Now get up on the wagon before I leave you both!"
"How do I get her up?" the fox asks. "If I untie her she'll probably fight."
"Not a problem," the badger states matter-of-factly, grabbing the skunk around the waist and just tossing her up to land heavily on bales of leather, rope and canvas-covered crates.
*Ouch!!!* "You mange-ridden, fat, illegitimate son of a swamp-beast!" she screams, "are you trying to kill me?!"
"Shut up," the badger states quietly as he climbs up to his seat. "If you waste my time again I'll toss you over a cliff." Then, as soon as the fox is aboard, he cracks his whip to get the horses going.
A minute later she hears the fox rummage around, then chewing sounds. Rolling over on the side she spots him sitting in the corner, eating a pear and looking at her. "Untie me, you red-furred excuse for a rug!" she growls.
"Uncomfortable?" the fox asks, leering. When she growls at him, he adds, "I take that as a yes." Walking over to where she lies, he grabs her by the shoulders and drags her over the crates and bales, bumping and bruising her in the process, until she dumps down on the blankets in the back of the wagon. A final heave and she is sitting with her tail between her legs and her back against the sideboard. "Better now?"
"Untie me, you mangey mongrel!" she screams.
"You know," he states, grinning, "a femme shouldn't know such words." Then he digs through his pockets and pulls out a dirty kerchief and quickly ties it around her muzzle. "Maybe that will keep you quiet?"
"Mmmph!"
"Too loose?" he asks, then pulls the knot tighter.
"Mmmh!" she mumbles, turning her head and looking at the food-basket up front. "Mmph!"
"Hungry? No, I think that if you can spare the energy to run and fight, you don't need anything." Then he moves to his spot up front, grabs anoter pear from the basket and starts chewing with obvious delight.
---
"Hey fox! Move your lazy tail up here!"
The badger's grumpy shout jolts Shelana awake. As the fox gets up from where he was sitting, her tail slips off his lap. *He's been playing with my tail? What more has he done?* Glancing down on her chest she is relieved to see that her shirt is still closed. Turning her attention to her surroundings she notices that the wagon has stopped and that it's almost dark outside. *Are we at the waystation?*
"Here, kid," the badger states, giving the young fox a sturdy lamp, "now get out and walk!"
"Why?" the fox asks. "why must I do it?"
"Because," the badger responds, ticking off on his fingers, "one, your skunky, fluff-toy will probably run off with the lamp, two, it was your lack of control of her which lost us so much time in the morning, three, the horses won't move unless I'm at the reins, and four, I'll break your neck, turn back and tell your family that you suffered a tragic accident."
Hearing the badger's words, the skunkette is struck by mirth for a brief moment, before realising that he's liable to take his anger out on her.
In the meantime, the fox has gotten down on the road, moved in front of the horses, and is now - holding the lamp high - leading the horses along the narrow road.
"Faster!" the badger shouts, "or do you want to walk all night?"
---
An hour later, it is long since fully dark, the wagon pulls to a stop in front of a large cabin on a plateau.
"That's it," the badger states, "we're here." Then he picks a lamp from underneath his seat and climbs down to light it with the one the fox is holding. "Get the skunk inside," he orders, "then get a fire started. I have to get the horses stabled, fed and brushed down."
"OK." With the lamp in one paw, the fox climbs back aboard the wagon and approaches the skunkette. "Well?" he asks, "are you going to be more co-operative?"
"Mhrrrh!" she growls, unable to speak with her muzzle still tied shut.
"I love you, too," the fox responds, patting her on the head. Then he grabs her under her arms and pulls her up. "Move to the front," he orders. As she complies he quickly gathers the blankets and his pack, then follows her. When she hesitates at the step, he drops his stuff down to the ground amd jumps down, then holds out his paws towards her. "Put your feet on the step and ease yourself forward. I'll catch you if you fall."
*Catch me? Hah! Grope me, you mean!* Determined not to give him an excuse to feel her up, she slowly puts her left foot on the step, then, leaning against the side of the wagon, slowly sit down on it while extending her right foot until it nearly reaches the ground. Then it's a small task to twist around and slip the left foot off the step and drop the final few inches to the ground.
"Or you could do it the difficult way," the fox admits, then grabs her tail and fluffs it. "There was some dirt on your tail," he explains when she looks menacingly at him. Then he drapes the blankets over her shoulders, hefts his pack on his left shoulder and retrieves the lamp with his right paw. "Come on, lets get inside. Or maybe you want to sleep outside tonight?"
Knowing that it wasn't an suggestion but an order, and that with her arms tied on her back she's unable to escape, she has no choice but to follow as he enters the long, low building.
As the skunkette watches, the fox hangs the lamp on a peg, then piles a heap of kindling in the fireplace and stacks a couple of logs haphazardly on top. Then he takes a piece of dry bark, lights it with the lamp and sticks it in the bottom of the pile. "That's better!" he exclaims, then turns his back to the fire to let the warmth soak into his back.
"Snort!" Shelana doesn't even try to hold back her mirth as the fire flickers and dies only seconds later.
"Don't laugh" he shouts angrily, slapping her in the face to stop her muffled laughter, but only succeeding in dislodging her muffle.
"The clever, little fox can't even start a fire!" she howls with laughter.
"Shut up!" he screams, slapping her again and again until she falls down.
---
When Shelana comes to, her muzzle has been tied shut again and her paws are still bound together, but this time tied to the headboard of a narrow bed. The poorly lit room must be a small two-bunk bedroom at the back of the waystation. At first she tries to yank her paws free, then to see if she can reach the ropes with her muzzle, but all the attempts to free herself only results in making her aware of all the bruises on her body. *Ouch! He's crazier than a tree-rat with his tail caught in a trap!* Noticing the smell of cooked food seeping into the room, she turns her head towards the door. *He must have managed to get the fire going.* Then her sight falls on a bundle on a low chair. *That's my clothes!* Only then does she realise that she's naked under the blanket covering her body. *Please let it have been the badger who undressed me! Just the thought of that mange-infested little brat groping me all over!*
Sighing, she tries to make herself comfortable, and soon she falls asleep again.
*Slam!*
The sund of the door opening and closing jolts the skunkette awake.
"Feeling hungry?"
When she opens her eyes she stares directly into the fox's face. *Does he want me to beg?* Knowing that there's nothing she can do, she just closes her eyes and turns her head away from him.
"Look at me when I speak to you!" the fox yells, grabbing her head and twisting it to face him. When she refuses to open her eyes to actually *look* at him, he yells some more and slaps her a few times, then lets go of her head.
Soon she can hear him walk over to the other bed and begin undressing. Then, to her horror, he walks back to her bed and yanks the blanket off her. There's a creak in the bedframe as he climbs on top of her, then his breath washes over her right breast. *No!* Desperate to avoid what she knows is about to happen, she begins to twist and squirm to try and get him off her.
"Ooh! Bouncy!" he exclaims. Then his paws grabs her shoulders, pinning her down. A hot breath caresses her nipple for a moment, then his lips captures it and he sucks on it. "Tasty!"
Screaming into her gag, Shelana makes a final attempt to dislodge him by kicking frantically, but having no result other than exciting him further.
Unwilling to wait any longer, the fox drops down on her, rubbing his muzzle anong her neck and pressing his crotch against hers. He licks her a few times, then reaches down and grabs his already bone-hard member in his right paw and points it at her cunt. "Ohhh! You're tight!" he exclaims as he slowly pushes inside.
*"Of course I am!* she screams inside of her.
Ignoring her apparent discomfort he pushes on till he reaches the bottom, then just as slowly pulls out until only the head is left inside. Panting and moaning with excitement he pushes inside her again. Driven by urges he wasn't aware he had he continues to push, slowly forcing his knot in until, with a wet plop, it slips past her inner lips and is held by the muscles in her vagina. Trembling and panting he only manages to move a fraction of an inch before the hot, tightness becomes too much and he shoots his load in her and collapses.
A quarter of an hour later, when his knot has softened enough, he pulls out and rolls off her, then throws the blanket back over her and moves to lie down in the other bed, never noticing the tears running down the skunk's face. |
Party Wipe Chapter 01 by lukesnowcat | "Come on, put your back into it!" Arren turned and shot the white cheetah a scowl, panting heavily as he leaned on his war-hammer for a moment. The black and white tuxedo cat had been swinging his hammer at the heavy wooden door for some time now, but the door proved to be quite a match even for | [
"Bunny",
"Cat",
"Cheetah",
"Cock Vore",
"M/M",
"Macro",
"Micro",
"Shrinking",
"Thylacine"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464016-party-wipe-chapter-01 | "Come on, put your back into it!"
Arren turned and shot the white cheetah a scowl, panting heavily as he leaned on his war-hammer for a moment. The black and white tuxedo cat had been swinging his hammer at the heavy wooden door for some time now, but the door proved to be quite a match even for the proud warrior. Splinters littered the stone in front of the door, but for the most part the heavy barrier had held together. The door had been barred from the inside, making the task even more difficult.
"I'd like to see you do better," the house cat eventually shot back. His tail lashed back and forth in frustration as he lifted the heavy hammer from the ground.
Frosty smirked, his own spotted tail flicking as his blue eyes glimmered briefly. The cheetah held up an upturned paw, a small flame leaping from his gray pads before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. "It would be better than standing here all day beating on this infernal door. Each second we waste out here is an opportunity for him to escape."
Arren shrugged and reluctantly stepped away from the door. "If you insist."
"You're going to want to back up a bit," the white cheetah warned, taking his staff up in one hand. Arren shrugged, but did as he was told.
Dewby, the group's healer, perked up immediately at Frosty's warning. He'd been sitting not far from Frosty, quietly mixing healing herbs. Given the cheetah's history of overzealous magic use, he hurriedly gathered his belongings and retreated to a safe distance. The green rabbit ducked around a corner, peeking his head around it so that he could keep an eye on Frosty.
Not far from the rabbit's current position was Pengo, the leather-clad ranger, a shining revolver holstered on his waist. The thylacine was propped up against a wall, sleeping soundly. His ears perked this way and that, listening intently to the party's soft footsteps even as he rested. Dewby debated whether or not he should awaken him, given what Frosty was about to do.
Frosty peered over his shoulder to ensure that the party was safe, then took a deep breath to focus. His eyes glowed as he began to chant quietly, the air growing warm around him. The crystal at the end of his staff began to glow intensely, illuminating the stone corridor around him. Arren lifted a paw to shield his eyes from it, taking another step backwards as the air around Frosty heated noticeably.
The white cheetah drew a paw back, continuing to draw on his arcane energy. A ball of flame formed around his digits, licking at his wrist as it grew larger. Normally, this was as far as Frosty needed to go for a proper fireball. He knew that a normal fireball would do little more than scorch the wood, however. The small flame grew noticeably larger as Frosty pushed himself, focusing as much energy as he dared without blowing himself up.
Without warning, Frosty threw his arm forward as if he were pitching a ball. The moderately-sized fireball swelled to enormous proportions as it left his fingers, a tail of flame following in its wake. The hall illuminated in a flash of orange and yellow, shadows dancing as the fireball collided with the wood door. A blinding light and a deafening boom filled the corridor, echoing down the empty stone pathway. Bits of flaming wood and shrapnel peppered Frosty, skidding across the stone around him.
"AMBUSH!" Pengo leapt up from the floor, his revolver coming free from its holster faster than anyone could blink. He fired off a shot at the first figure that greeted his vision, an arcane bolt leaping from the muzzle.
Acting on instinct, Dewby waved his staff quickly in front of himself. A trail of blue energy followed the staff, crackling noisily as the arcane bolt reflected away and impacted on the far wall. Pengo immediately lowered his enchanted revolver when he realized what he'd done, thick tail flicking back and forth.
"Sorry, Dewby," he said quickly. The thylacine peered around the corner cautiously to investigate the cause of the disturbance, still in defensive mode. He quirked an eyebrow in confusion at the sight that greeted him. Arren was sitting up, looking quite dazed, and Frosty was hastily brushing burning embers off his robe. Pengo looked rather puzzled that there were no attackers in sight.
When the smoke began to clear, it was evident that Frosty had done more than simply blow open the door. An enormous hole had been blasted out of the heavy wooden door, partially knocking it off the hinges in the process. Frosty looked quite proud of himself when he turned and waved a finger at Arren.
"Never underestimate a mage."
Arren pushed himself to his feet and shouldered his war hammer. "Thanks, Frosty. You could've suggested that a lot sooner."
The cheetah smirked. "I didn't think our fearless warrior would have an issue opening a door."
The tuxedo cat grumbled as he beckoned to the other two, who were still peeking around the corner of the dimly-lit corridor. They hesitantly gathered themselves up and joined Arren and Frosty, following close behind as they proceeded through the destroyed doorway. Gray smoke lingered in the air near the doorway, making it difficult to see. The four adventurers could hear the distinct sound of coughing through the haze, as well as the steady tick-tick-tick of a cane on the stone floor.
"Who goes there?" Arren called out loudly.
"Ah could ask yeh the same fookin' thing!" came back a sharp reply.
Frosty's ears perked as the familiar voice responded to Arren's demand. The accent was unmistakable. There was only one person in the entire village that spoke like that.
"James? It can't be..."
When the smoke cleared, the party was greeted by a firm scowl from a familiar white raccoon with silvery markings. One paw firmly clutched a cane, which combined with an intricate leg-brace helped the young raccoon walk with minimal discomfort. His ringed tail lashed back and forth, making his agitation clear.
"Oh great, it's the cat again. And I see yeh brought friends this time," James growled.
Arren blinked in surprise. "You? You're the one that's been causing us so much trouble?"
James snorted at the accusation. "I'm afraid yeh have it backwards. You heroes have been a thorn in my arse for far too long."
Frosty growled softly. "So you are the one that's been behind everything. The disappearances, the king's sudden illness, the plagues.."
The white raccoon leaned against his cane with a grin. "Guilty as charged. But you'll never stop me. Ah've got enough brute strength at my back to have this kingdom in shambles."
Pengo snorted at James's boast. "Oh really? You and what army, alchemist?"
The raccoon's grin grew into a knowing smirk. His bushy ringed tail flicked back and forth as he slipped a paw into his pocket. He produced a brightly glowing blue crystal from his pocket, rolling it lightly in his fingers. The party's magic users recognized it immediately; it was a soul stone. They were used like batteries, capturing the souls of the living to fuel arcane rituals.
"Funny you should ask," James said ominously. "I could tell you, but I would just as soon kill two birds with one stone. Well...four birds, more accurately."
James turned and stabbed the crystal into a receptacle behind him, illuminating the laboratory with a bright flash of arcane light. Brightly-glowing streams of arcane energy streaked along the walls, branching outward from the center of the laboratory to the walls on either side, where a number of stone constructs lay dormant. When the glowing circuits reached the stone creatures, they all began to stir to life. The golems crackled as they began to rise up and stand erect, awaiting a command from their master.
"This doesn't look good," Dewby breathed nervously.
"We can take 'em," Arren replied, tightening his grip on his trusted hammer. "We've pummeled golems before."
"No matter," James said with a chuckle. "I have plenty more where these came from. But I have business to attend to elsewhere, and I can't have you bothersome heroes following me." Gesturing to the four adventurers with his cane, James growled softly. "Kill them."
The stone creatures stepped away from the walls and formed a protective barrier between the four adventurers and James, advancing toward the party. The white raccoon took advantage of the distraction to gather up a few needed items, then quickly excused himself. Before he stepped through a wooden door at the back of the lab, however, he shot the party a smirk.
"Play nice." With that the raccoon vanished, closing the door tightly behind himself.
As the stone creations lumbered closer, Arren raised his hammer and rushed forward with a hearty battle cry. He lunged for the nearest construct, raising his hammer over his head and swinging down hard. The glimmering head crashed into the core of the stone creature, shattering the rock and sending fragments in all directions. Large boulders rolled across the floor as the construct fell apart, rendering it lifeless once more.
"One down, eleven to go," Arren called out proudly, turning for another blow.
Drawing his arcane revolver up, Pengo leveled it at the closest golem and fired off a quick burst of shots. The blue bolts exploded on impact, shattering one of the golem's arms. The blow caused the creation to stagger back for a moment before it righted itself and began sprinting toward Pengo. The thylacine rolled quickly to one side to narrowly avoid the rampaging construct, sending the beast crashing into a table. Bits of wood and shattered glass bounced over the stone floor, arcane sparks and small fires flaring up as alchemical concoctions leaked from their containers.
Blue bolts streaked through the air as Pengo fired off several more rounds, landing a perfect shot that caused the golem to break apart. A bright flash on the other side of the lab was accompanied by a noisy crackle of energy that immediately caught Pengo's attention. Dewby had summoned a protective shield around himself, a brightly glowing blue bubble surrounding the green rabbit. A huge golem was swinging its stone fists at the barrier, creating another bright flash as it slammed into the arcane bubble.
Pengo fired off a charged shot at the golem's back, causing the beast to stagger forward before it turned to face him. It gave Dewby enough time to drop his barrier and scramble away, just as Arren came to the rescue. The tuxedo cat's body twisted as his hammer crashed sideways into the golem, sending it sliding across the floor in several broken pieces.
"Arren, duck!"
The house cat didn't waste a moment to heed Frosty's warning. He fell into a crouch just in time for a huge fist to swing over him, narrowly missing his head. A fireball streaked through the air and exploded on the golem's chest, causing the stone beast to stagger back several steps. A second fireball knocked the golem off its feet, crashing to the floor with a heavy thud and spreading large stone chunks over the floor.
"We don't have time for this," Frosty growled. "The longer he delays us, the less likely we'll be able to find him again." The cheetah lifted his staff as he beckoned to the others. "Everyone to me! Dewby, keep us safe while I'm summoning!"
The green rabbit nodded and scrambled over to Frosty, soon joined by Arren and Pengo. They gathered behind the white cheetah as he raised his staff ahead of himself. As Frosty began to chant, Dewby pressed his palms together and recited an incantation of his own. A glowing aura surrounded his body that began to spread outward, forming a brightly glowing bubble that surrounded all four adventurers.
The small army of golems loomed over the group threateningly as they approached, leaving them backed into a corner with nowhere to run. Pengo fired off several quick shots in succession to keep them at bay while Frosty focused, ensuring that they didn't close in too quickly. Arren's tail lashed anxiously back and forth, fingers clutching the haft of his hammer tightly. Muscles flexed as his eyes darted here and there, restraining the urge to leap forward and swing his hammer. He wasn't sure what Frosty was about to do, but he didn't want to be in the line of fire when it happened.
As the end of Frosty's staff began to shimmer and glow, the glowing bubble surrounding the party flickered ominously. Dewby was struggling to sustain the powerful spell, his mana reserves running low due to a few unexpected encounters on the way to the Alchemist's shop. He knew that he wouldn't be able to maintain the spell much longer. If Frosty didn't hurry, they would be in serious trouble.
"Frosty, hurry up!" Pengo shouted, leveling his pistol as an enormous fist swung at the cheetah's head. A glowing bolt fired just over Frosty's ear, shattering the golem's limb moments before it crashed into the glowing barrier. Aiming another shot at the Golem's "head," Pengo squeezed the trigger. Much to his surprise, though, nothing happened. The thylacine quickly squeezed the trigger a second time, but with the same result.
"Uh oh." The arcane revolver clicked uselessly each time he squeezed the trigger. It took a moment for Pengo to realize that his energy crystal was depleted. Changing them out was not an rapid process; certainly not something that could easily be done in combat. As the golem raised its good arm for another swing, the thylacine's ears large pinned back. "Oh crap."
Pengo ducked back as the stone fist swung at him, expecting the worst. Dewby's barrier was threatening to give out at any moment, and aside from the ominous glowing of the cheetah's staff, he wasn't sure Frosty was ready. There was a dull crash inches above his head as Arren swung his hammer just in time, deflecting the construct's fist away. Bits of stone bounced harmlessly against the blue barrier as the golem twisted and fell away from the party.
Moments later, the glowing barrier flickered and disappeared entirely. Panting lightly from exertion, Dewby wavered a moment. He looked like he was about to pass out. Pengo rushed over to catch him before he collapsed, helping him to the floor. Arren rushed to their sides, swinging his hammer to deflect another stone fist. "Frosty, you need to hurry!" the cat called out.
Just as Arren finished speaking, a blinding light filled the laboratory. He ducked away and shielded his eyes, grunting loudly at the painful sensation. A wave of heat accompanied the light, washing over the three travelers behind Frosty. It only lasted a few moments before dissipating, returning the laboratory to a dim glow once more.
Shaking his head and blinking rapidly to clear the spots from his vision, Arren turned to survey the damage. It took several seconds before his vision returned to normal, bringing everything back into focus. Frosty was leaning against his staff, tail flicking slowly back and forth as he surveyed the scene. Before the cheetah was nothing short of a disaster scene.
The wooden tables in the middle of the floor were charred and smoldering, some turned onto their sides. Various alchemical ingredients leaked onto the stone floor from cracked or shattered containers, hissing ominously as they mixed into one another. A pile of smoldering rubble lay at the far end of the room, pushed back by the intense wave that Frosty had unleashed. There was no trace of the stone creations, save for the sizzling boulders and bits of stone among the rubble.
"Nice work, Frosty. You may have just saved our skins," Pengo commented.
Frosty didn't reply. He was still leaning heavily against his staff, his knees wobbling. His body swayed back and forth a bit before his legs gave out, sending him toppling to the floor. The cheetah's staff clattered noisily against the stone floor as it fell away, sliding out of reach.
"Frosty!" Arren rushed over and knelt at the cheetah's sides, rolling him onto his back. He was out cold. The house cat lightly tapped his cheek, attempting to rouse him. A soft groan escaped Frosty's lips, but he didn't awaken. "Come on, wake up."
"He needs mana," Dewby announced. "His body is in shock. He'll eventually wake up on his own if we let him rest."
"We don't have time," Arren replied immediately. "This may be the only chance we get to stop James."
Dewby sighed heavily. As badly as they needed to rest, Arren was right. Despite still feeling rather weak, he pushed himself to his feet and reached into his pouch. He produced a glowing blue vial, kneeling down at Frosty's side. "Potions are no substitute for proper rest. This will perk him back up, but there's no guarantee it will be enough to keep him going if we get into another bad spot. Tip his head up."
Arren propped up the unconscious cheetah's head as Dewby uncorked the vial and poured the contents into Frosty's mouth. It glowed serenely as he gently closed Frosty's mouth and massaged to encourage him to swallow. Frosty groaned quietly and stirred a few moments later, rolling into his side as he came around. Eventually his eyes opened, unfocused at first but steadily clearing up.
"Come on, Frosty. Rise and shine," Arren said quietly, giving the cheetah's shoulder a light shake.
Frosty eventually pushed himself into a sitting position as his body recovered, head still spinning. He wobbled a moment and nearly fell back to the floor, but a paw behind his back kept him upright. Dewby rubbed his back as Frosty shook his head gently to clear out the haze.
"What happened?" the cheetah asked, breathing deeply to help clear his head.
"You pushed yourself too hard, you fool," Dewby chuckled. "You're lucky I had a mana potion handy, otherwise you'd still be out cold."
Frosty forced a soft smile. "Good thing. I still feel like hell, though." Looking over at Dewby, Frosty frowned again. "You don't look much better, bunny."
"I'll make do. As long as we don't get cornered again, I should be fine."
"We need to be careful," Pengo announced while replacing the spent crystal in his weapon. "We're almost down a healer, our mage isn't much better off, and I'm on my last crystal. We can't afford any mistakes."
Arren stood and offered a paw to Frosty, helping the cheetah to his feet. "Let's make this fight count, then. James will be brought to justice..."
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With Arren leading the way, the four travelers made their way hastily down a dark corridor that James had retreated into earlier. It ended abruptly at a junction that split off in two directions, with no sign of which path the raccoon had taken. Gazing one way then the other, Arren growled in frustration.
"Let's try this way," Arren called out, pointing to the left. At the end of the corridor was a heavy iron door, the faint glow of torches casing light though the thick bars. Arren pushed the door open with a grinding shriek and stepped through, but stopped in his tracks and screeched when something stabbed him in the neck.
"Nighty night, kitty," a familiar voice called out.
Reaching up, Arren yanked a dart out of his neck and threw it aside. He cursed under his breath as his vision began to blur, already feeling the effects of a potent sedative. Frosty and Pengo rushed forward to help Arren when he began to sway, stumbling as he futilely attempted to remain on his feet. Arren violently lurched forward, nearly pulling the other two down with him as he collapsed in an unconscious heap.
"And as for the rest of you..." Pengo lifted his gaze just in time to see James reaching for a lever on the wall. "...play nice with my pet."
A hidden trap door snapped open when the lever was pulled, plunging Frosty, Pengo, and an unconscious Arren into a dark pit. Dewby had been standing back and narrowly avoided the same fate, teetering dangerously at the edge of the open passage before he fell onto his rump. The heavy trap door slid shut moments later, separating Dewby completely from his friends. He was now alone with the white raccoon.
"Well, that's not exactly what I was hoping for," James admitted, his bushy ringed tail flicking back and forth in annoyance. "No matter, though. I think I can handle a Priest."
Dewby was immediately back on his feet, both hands tightly clutching his staff. "I won't let you get away with this, James."
The raccoon smirked as he loaded his crossbow with another dart. "Oh really, now? We'll see about that."
James quickly leveled his crossbow and squeezed the trigger, firing a dart in the rabbit's direction. Dewby was quick to react, swinging his staff to deflect the projectile much as he had done earlier when Pengo accidentally shot at him. The dart clattered noisily as it ricocheted off a nearby wall and slid across the floor harmlessly.
"You'll have to do better than that," Dewby said confidently.
Despite failing to dart the rabbit, the raccoon smirked. "If you insist." Reaching into one of his pockets, James retrieved a small glass ampoule. It was filled with a white powder that seemed innocent enough. "Let's see how you handle this."
James threw the tiny glass item, but deliberately missed Dewby. The rabbit ducked instinctively as it sailed over his head and smashed to pieces against the doorframe just behind him. A white cloud erupted from the spot when the powder ignited, enveloping Dewby in a thick haze that obscured his vision.
Dewby's eyes watered as he pulled his cloak over his face to avoid breathing the noxious smoke. He could feel it stinging his lungs, trying not to breathe too deeply. Instinct told him to push forward to escape the thick smoke, but he knew that James could just as easily be luring him forward to spring the trap door.
"Don't breathe too deeply," James warned with a chuckle as he loaded a third shot into his crossbow. He leveled it in Dewby's direction, squinting as he tried to make out the rabbit's shape in the thick white haze. His finger hovered over the trigger as the green bunny sputtered and coughed in the white cloud, reluctantly stepping forward to escape the stinging smoke.
Dewby had no time to react as a telltale "thunk!" echoed through the room. He staggered backwards into the thinning cloud as a dart impaled him in the chest, injecting its contents into his body. He pulled the dart free, but it was far too late to avoid the inevitable. He could already feel an intense tingling sensation spreading into his limbs.
As the smoke lazily dissipated from the room, James placed his crossbow on the table and approached Dewby. His cane ticked across the stone floor as he hobbled toward him, eyes focused on the vague outline of the rabbit in the haze as he seemed to slump over onto the ground. His bushy ringed tail was nearly wagging as he focused on the struggling shape on the floor.
Dewby whimpered as he struggled with his own clothing, feeling it bunching up against him. His robe was becoming baggier by the second, bunching up around his feet. He didn't realize why until the haze cleared enough for him to get a good look at his surroundings. The white raccoon was already towering over him, growing steadily larger as that tingling sensation in his body intensified.
With a terrified shriek, Dewby turned as an enormous paw reached for him. He was pulled up short when he tried to flee, snatched by the scruff of his neck. James effortlessly lifted the now-tiny rabbit from the floor, grinning as he watched his legs scramble uselessly in the air. The raccoon placed Dewby's feet against an upturned paw, giving the rabbit solid "ground" for a moment.
"Poor li'l bunneh. So helpless without your staff."
Dewby twisted sharply to one side in an attempt to dislodge himself, but James's hold on his scruff was firm. The raccoon wasn't going to let his catch escape easily. He hummed quietly as he hobbled to a nearby chair and sat down, leaning his cane against the table. Bringing the green rabbit up to eye level, James smirked.
"What to do with you," James mused as he watched Dewby dangle defeatedly from his fingers.
"Uh, l-let me go?" Dewby asked hopefully, avoiding eye contact with the enormous white raccoon.
"Oh, not a chance," came a chuckling reply. "After everything you've all put me through, I'm going to be sure the lot of you are no longer a threat."
A soft whimper was the only reply James got. He reached up and lightly poked Dewby's belly, making the naked rabbit swat at his finger to push it away. The raccoon drew Dewby closer to his muzzle and inhaled sharply, getting a whiff of the rabbit's scent. He was surprised he find that it was unusually sweet, hinting at a pleasant taste. A pair of green paws flew up instinctively when a black tongue slurped up Dewby's cheek, futilely trying to avoid the slimy appendage.
Much to James's satisfaction, the rabbit seemed to taste just as sweet as he smelled. There was a distinct citrusy flavor on the rabbit's fur, as if he'd bathed himself in fruit. It warranted a second lick, much slower and more deliberate. Dewby whimpered as the enormous tongue scraped up his body, mussing his fur and leaving a glistening trail.
"Tempting as it is to make a snack out of you, I've got something much more fitting in mind."
Dewby was afraid to ask what James had in mind. He shivered as the raccoon's black tongue slurped wetly over his face while James's free paw wandered down to his trousers. The steady licking served as an effective distraction, blocking Dewby from seeing what was going on down below. Each wet slurp made the rabbit whimper and squirm weakly.
As James's tongue thoroughly coated the rabbit in glistening drool, his free paw hastily unbuckled his pants. He popped the button open and unzipped himself, letting his pants fall open in front to expose a fuzzy white sheath. Pressing his palm against the warm sleeve, James slowly rubbed himself with a quiet groan. His gentle touch had an immediate effect, stirring the hidden length to life. Rocking his hips gently, James groped himself as his sheath began to swell and fill out into his fingers.
A heated growl escaped the raccoon's lips when his fingers brushed over an emerging black tip. It sent a shiver up his back that briefly distracted him from his licking, leaving Dewby to wonder what exactly James was up to. He wouldn't have to wait long, though. As the raccoon's paw began to stimulate the emerging black shaft, it swiftly pushed free of the fuzzy sheath.
Within moments James's fingers were curled around a full ebony length, hips rolling gently as he stroked himself. He shivered with excitement, shaky moans escaping his lips when he gave the base a soft squeeze. When his thumb circled over the sensitive tip, a drip of pre welled up that smeared over the glistening ebony flesh. Another gentle swipe over the tip coaxed out another bead of slickness, but this time James let it be. He felt sufficiently ready for what he had in mind for the tiny lapine nuisance. Slender fingers stroked down to the base and squeezed lightly as he lowered Dewby away from his dark tongue. The rabbit's fur was thoroughly matted by this point, clinging wetly to his cheeks and shoulders from James's diligent licks. The raccoon's pink eyes shined with mischief as he smirked at his tiny captive, squeezing his fingers lightly around Dewby's middle.
"I think you're sufficiently ready for the rest. Any last words, bunneh?"
"Please let me go," Dewby whimpered, putting up a weak struggle.
James chuckled softly. "If you insist." Slouching down in his chair, James lowered Dewby slightly before releasing him. The rabbit shrieked loudly, his arms flailing helplessly as he tumbled down until he landed on James's belly, bouncing slightly against his soft fur. The rabbit latched on to the soft fur to prevent himself from sliding down, shivering in fear from the unexpected plummet.
"I'd suggest choosing your words a bit more carefully, next time," James said with a nasty smirk. A thumb and forefinger curled around the base of his shaft, pointing the glistening tip at Dewby's feet. The raccoon's other paw pressed firmly against the rabbit's back, hugging him into the soft fur lining James's white belly. Dewby made muffled protests as he pushed and struggled beneath the heavy paw, but there was little he could do to resist James.
The raccoon's fingers squeezed gently around Dewby's hips and thighs, pinning his legs together as he was inched lower. When the rabbit's green feet bumped the tip of James's erection, a shiver ran up the raccoon's back. The jolt of pleasure prompted an involuntary thrust of his hips, smearing slick precum over Dewby's feet in the process.
Feeling heat and wetness against his paws, Dewby peered down to investigate. While he couldn't see the pulsing ebony shaft due to the white paw around his middle, his proximity to the raccoon's lap gave him a clear enough idea of what was poking him. The feel of that warm flesh grinding against his feet made him blush in spite of his situation. A husky groan escaped James's lips when Dewby deliberately rolled his oversized feet over the glossy head, making the raccoon squirm.
"Oh, ya' want it, eh? Guess I shouldn't keep ya' waiting then."
James's smirk turned rather sinister as he ground the rabbit's feet against the tip of his shaft, groaning under his breath. With one paw holding the base of his shaft and the other pinning down Dewby's arms and thighs, James pushed his feet firmly against the glossy black tip. With a soft thrust and a muted slurp, the shrunken lapine's toes disappeared into James's urethra.
"H-hey, what are you doing?" Dewby inquired fearfully, feeling his feet binding together in a slimy, hot grip.
Biting his lip to muffle a moan, James was too distracted to reply. His ringed tail flicked excitedly back and forth as Dewby's feet disappeared entirely beneath the black flesh. Slick precum welled up around Dewby's legs, soaking the rabbit's green fur helpfully. The ebony shaft throbbed around Dewby's feet and ankles, tugging lightly at him as if the raccoon's shaft was actively trying to swallow the small rabbit.
Panic began to set in as the moist grip crept up Dewby's legs. With each gentle thrust, the rabbit's legs dipped farther into the tight, fleshy tube. Each gentle thrust of the raccoon's hips claimed another portion of the squirming green lapine's legs, smoothly rolling past his knees and up Dewby's thighs. Dewby's mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything to help him escape. The situation seemed entirely hopeless, however.
A husky groan escaped James's lips when the stretched ebony slit kissed the rabbit's green fingers, which were pinned firmly to his hips. He was having trouble holding back the desire to stroke himself, knowing it would easily push him over the edge at this point. James idly traced over the outline of the rabbit's legs in his shaft, sending shivers up his spine and making himself squirm in his seat.
When Dewby's hands disappeared beneath the throbbing flesh, James loosened his grip on the lapine prisoner. With his hands and entire lower body bound in the raccoon's cock, Dewby wouldn't be going anywhere unless James pulled him out. No amount of struggling would free him. That didn't stop Dewby from trying, however. When James's fingers slipped away from his waist, he twisted himself sharply to one side, then the other. This only served to wedge him deeper into the raccoon's shaft with a wet squelch, much to his horror.
"H-hey...easy there," James gasped, involuntarily thrusting his hips into his fingers. "Ah know ya' really want in, but settle down a bit."
The raccoon's teasing words made Dewby blush in spite of the situation. He squirmed helplessly as the throbbing length squeezed around his legs, gently tugging at him. Each ripple of the fleshy tube coaxed his body deeper, tugging his waist down into the raccoon's shaft. James's fingers kneaded over his length, helping squeeze Dewby deeper while his other paw steadied the rabbit's shoulders. The lapine was now chest-deep in the raccoon's ebony cock, a vague outline of his body visible beneath the bulging flesh.
Resting a finger between Dewby's ears, James caressed the rabbit with surprising tenderness. His nails combed through the green fur as he panted softly, teetering dangerously close to orgasm. The raccoon was doing his best to hold it back, knowing that if he let himself go go the rabbit would likely come shooting back out of his length like a missile. Each wiggle sent a shiver up his back that made him arch and fidget in his seat, biting his lip to muffle soft moans.
With a damning motion, James squeezed his fingers around his length and kneaded down along the bulging outline. Dewby's shoulders disappeared into the gaping slit with a lewd slurp, leaving only a green-furred head protruding. Slick, musky precum welled up around his neck, smearing Dewby's cheeks as the tip hugged him like a living collar. The rabbit tipped up and gave James a desperate, pleading expression. The rabbit's large ears pinned back as he wiggled helplessly, feeling the slick passage clenching around him ominously.
"Please, don't do this," he said softly. He knew that James wouldn't listen, but it was the only chance he had.
Lost in the moment, Dewby's words barely registered. James's fingers trailed lazily up and down his length, admiring the various bulges that Dewby's body made. He teased himself like this for some time before his fingers squeezed around his swollen length once more. With a smooth downward stroke, Dewby's head disappeared into the darkness. The rabbit's long ears were the only thing left, flicking lightly as they sank inside, finally allowing the raccoon's stretched tip to squeeze closed.
"Mmh, almost done, bunneh. Just a li'l deeper," James breathed, his tail thumping against the chair as it wagged excitedly. He continued to knead and squeeze Dewby teasingly as he slid deeper, the distinct bulges disappearing beneath the rim of the raccoon's sheath. Feeling the rabbit disappearing into deeper places in his body, James couldn't hold himself back any longer.
Sliding a pre-slicked paw over his tip, James squeezed himself as he began to stroke quickly up and down the throbbing ebony cock. His breaths grew ragged, interrupted by sharp gasps and shameless moaning. James hunched forward as the pleasure quickly overwhelmed him, digits sliding quickly over his dark shaft. As Dewby's distinct outline disappeared entirely under his retracted sheath, the raccoon hit his peak.
Letting out a sharp cry that echoed through the chamber and down the corridor, James thrust his hips into his fingers. Feeling the rabbit suddenly shifting upward as a result of his orgasm, James was quick to clamp his fingers over the base of his member. Dewby halted abruptly, pinned in place as James's urethra squeezed his body uncomfortably tight. Thick bursts of raccoon semen surged up around him, thoroughly coating Dewby in it in the process.
Cheeks flushed noticeably, James crooned in bliss as he spilled his load onto his soft belly. His hips bucked lightly with each throb, helping coax out every drop of slick seed he had to offer. By the time the raccoon's spurting began to taper off, his belly and fingers were a sticky mess. He relaxed the vice-grip on his shaft, knowing that the remaining contractions would be too weak to force his lapine prisoner free.
Dewby was relieved to feel that tight squeeze let up, allowing him to breathe somewhat comfortably again. In his current situation, though, there was little fresh air to be had regardless. His head was already growing fuzzy, his body weak from the desperate struggling. He knew that his situation was hopeless, but blindly prayed that James would set him free. Unfortunately, the white raccoon had an agenda. Allowing his victim to escape was not part of it.
Lifting his paw way from his sticky length, James purred as he began to lick his fingers clean. There was a distinct citrus flavor to his seed that made him smile, encouraging him to groom his paws nearly spotless. He tucked one finger at a time into his muzzle and suckled gently to ensure that every drop had been removed from his fur.
Licking his lips, James reclined back in his chair, thighs spread wide. He could still see the subtle outline of the rabbit's head beneath the rim of his sheath, twitching lightly as Dewby put up one last feeble struggle. Grinning smugly, James pressed a few fingers against the vague bulges. He kneaded over Dewby's body, helping ease the rabbit deeper until the outline disappeared entirely. The sensation of the rabbit wiggling deep in his body made him fidget in his seat.
"Probably my favorite way of dealing with rabble," James chuckled, cautiously rising from his chair to button up his pants. He propped himself against his cane as he straightened out his clothing, ignoring the sticky mess that remained on his belly. He would have to deal with that later.
A feeble squirm deep in his body made James clench up involuntarily. Dewby was putting up a futile last struggle, though he was accomplishing little more than stimulating the raccoon's body to drag him deeper. Before long the rabbit found himself deposited face-first into a slippery sac, the contractions forcing him into the slimy chamber. The smell of raccoon spunk was heaviest here, giving Dewby a good idea of where he was situated. He pushed his paws against the walls of the slimy chamber, whimpering as he desperately tried to maintain consciousness.
James took a deep breath and let it out in a content sigh as he felt Dewby settling into place. The rabbit wouldn't be going anywhere for some time now. Inside, the walls were already growing slicker, drooling with tingling seed over Dewby's body. He whimpered softly, knowing that his situation was completely hopeless. He closed his eyes, hugging himself tightly as he allowed the desire to sleep to eventually claim him.
Satisfied that the rabbit had given up, James hummed to himself as he hobbled through the now-silent dungeon. His ringed tail flicked idly back and forth as he pulled open a heavy wooden door that lead to a winding staircase and ducked inside. Idly drumming his fingers against his belly, the raccoon grinned smugly to himself.
"Sleep tight in there, bunneh. Let's hope your friends fare better than you did..." |
Love Hurts So good by Everem | #2 of Forbidden - ((well, someone gave feedback, so I shall do as I promised! lol. This is the second chapter of the "Forbidden" series. I hope your enjoying it! heres my next piece. In this part, Celine has just given herself up to flint. And now, shes got to break it to her bf. At a distance of | [
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Forbidden Chapter 2: Love Hurts So good
When morning had rolled around the next day, I was surprised that Celine hadn't taken the innitiative to kill me. The potion had worn off, and she could remember everything. So the question remained, why was I still breathing. I slowly rolled out of her bed and set my paws on the floor. Stretching my arms up and over my head with a deep growl as a stretched out. I still wanted to know what was up though. I walked out into the kitchen and there she was. Cooking up her favorite breakfast food. Sausage. She was partially dressed. Just the way I like her. She wore a plaid skirt that just barely covered her ass. She wore matching thigh highs that moved up and clipped onto something under her skirt. For a top, she wore black lacey bra with a skull on her left tit. And fishnet stocking gloves. And she must have gotten bored in the middle of the night and died some of her hair. Because now a strip of black hair came down and covered her right eye. And I thought she looked good last night.
"Morning." I said with a grin. She turned around and faced me with a grin, leaing against the stove light, shifting her hips teasingly.
"Sleep well?" she asked looking moderately smug. I briefly wondered whether I needed the potion at all last night. I took a few steps forward and took her hips.
"Better then I have slept in years." It was true. A little event when we were just pups sparked my hunger for her. But again, thats another story for another time. For now, I had her all to myself. Or....did I? We still had to cut some loose ends. "What about blaine?" I asked looking down on her casually. As though the thought of telling her boyfriend didn't bother me at all. I felt guilty for a moment as I realized that I really didn't. But the guilt was quickly gone as she turned back towards the stove and grinded her ass against me.
"I have an idea ready?" She said casually with a dark grin. Rolling her sausage around on the pan. I reach around her waist and lifted her skirt a little. Rubbing her black lacey panties that had a white skull on them.
"Sounds a little evil." I whispered in her ear then softly kissed her cheek. She reached down and grabbed my paw, pressing it down and grinding into it.
"You should know by now that almost everything I do is evil." She moaned a little then chuckled as she twirled away with her pan, heading for her plate. I knew not to ask what her idea was. She was too damn mysterious. And just telling me would make things too easy. God I loved it when she does that.
It didn't take long for her to set her plan in motion. She sashayed over to her computer and sat down, slipping on her head set. She pushed a button and the computer came to life. After several minutes, she sent a txt and got on her messanger. And before long, Blaine was on. I stepped to the side as she turned on her webcam. "Hey baby." she said with a seductive grin. He must have loved the sight of her after such a long trip. He said something back that I couldn't hear but she giggled and said "Yeah. Baby, I just thought you out to know, where done."
On the other side of the line, the Ram known as Blaine Gave a surprised look. What the hell was she talking about? But it was quickly answered as a smug looking wolf stepped into the frame. "Flint!? what the hell!" he said give a dumbfounded look.
"Flint payed me a little visit to me last night...." she said reaching up and behind her, gently grabbing flints zipper and pulling it down. Then pulling out his thick hard length. "And he poisoned my mind...." she said and slowly turned her head to the side, giving his cock a soft, audible kiss, then giving it a little lick. Causing it to twitch with excitement. "And he overpowered me baby, I couldn't beat him. So now, I'm all his." She said and took off the headset, and turning her body to face him, looking at him with her sexy eyes. She was putting a cute "Do what you want to me baby." look. And who am I to deny her that?
I put one paw on the back of her head, and moved my cock forward. She didn't resist at all. I slipped my cock between her lips and and over her pleading tongue. She was salivating already. Eager for the taste of me. She folded her hands and set them in her lap. She was going to let me do whatever I wanted to her. And I loved that thought. I let it go about halfway in and then started to shift my hips back and forth. She closed her eyes and moaned as her tongue swirled around my thick length. Her tongue slide a little harder over my veins to please the areas more. And it was working.
She wanted to get more intricate though, She started to twist her head to slide her lips over more of him. Sliding her head back and forth as she did, matching my rythem. But it It still wasn't enough for her. Her paws came up and grappled my hips, pulling forward hard. My cock shot forward into her mouth and slid down her throat. She moaned and murred there. Holding me there for several seconds. My cock started to pulse slowly. She was so damn good at this.
Meanwhile, Blaine didn't know what to make of this. He knew what he should feel. Hate. Rage. Maybe even crying. But no, he looked down, and saw a massive bulge. The ram undid his pants and released his massive cock. His girl was giving a blowjob to his best friend. Why was he so aroused!? He slowly reached down and wrapped his hand around his thick meaty length and started to pump. A guilty feeling swept through him and he was glad he didn't have a cam. He started to pump as he watched them.
I was getting so close. But I wanted a perfect wrap up. I took my paw off her head and reached behind, unclipping her bra and sliding it off her. She needed no direction. She took her hands off my hips and wrapped them around her luscious breasts. Pulling them up to her maw so she could lick them. Sliding her tongue over her large pink nipple. Then I shifted forward, and she lifted her chest up, and wrapped her furry breasts around my length. Taking the tip of my cock into her mouth and starting to suck and swirl the tip. Playing with my slit. I began to pump against her breasts, loving the friction it made. Everything was so perfect. Too perfect maybe. My cock began to pulse quickly. I doubled my pace, and she moaned louder, grunting whenever I pushed too far in, but loving when I did. She somehow knew it even before I did, but I came, and she grappled my hips, and began to drink my thick lupine cum. She never pulled back or let up. Even Blaine could watch the thick bulges slide down her slender throat and I could hear the gulps. three, four, five deep gulps before I was empty. I slowly pulled out and she licked her lips. She picked up the mic with a grin and said, "Bye bye baby." and left the messanger. "I feel dirty." she said standing up and walking past me. "Time for a shower...." she said running her paw across my chest and walking by. She was eager to try stuff with me. And ohhh did I have some things I wanted to try with her. I was heading towards the shower, when I notice something in the doorway. I look inside and saw her in the medicine cabinet. Since.....when did she have....horns.....? and.....bat wings.....
((Well this is the second part of my series! Feedback is great! Give me ideas of what you would like to see and I will work my damnest to fit them in there! ^\_^)) |
A Tail for Two - The Final Chapter by invudontseeme | Cyd was getting closer, I could feel it. - Cyd was getting closer, I could feel it. I had been waiting in the car for hours on end before the door finally swung open again. Ralph reached his hand towards me and looked me deep in the eyes. I could tell from the fire | [
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I had been waiting in the car for hours on end before the door finally swung open again. Ralph reached his hand towards me and looked me deep in the eyes. I could tell from the fire burning behind them that he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Soon I was going to find out exactly why that was; I would finally find out everything.
For the past few hours, all I could think about was Cyd. I thought about the day that I stumbled onto him at school. I thought about the dinner he took me to the night that Luke died. I thought about the kindness he had showed me at the hospital. I thought about the night we went to Envi. So many good and bad things have happened to us, but everything that we went through only made us both stronger. It made us love each other more and more and I was hoping that if we get out of this-when we get out of this-I'll be able to show him how much I care.
"Come on, Nate. Cyd is probably on his way," Ralph said, still holding his hand out towards me. He had a sense of calmness to his voice. I didn't know if it was sadness, regret, or just weakness, but it was calm and peaceful. He sounded as if he was asking me to come with him, not demanding it. I looked up at him and scooted across the floor of the car and out into the world.
The moon shone bright above us. It wasn't quite a full moon, but it wasn't a half moon either; it was a breed of the two. Ralph was guiding me down a specific path. I could tell that he had a set destination in place. We followed a sidewalk straight for about 5 minutes before turning onto a wood-paved path along the shoreline. I looked up and down the beach, but did not spot a single soul in sight. I figured that Ralph wanted it that way, cold and secluded.
As we continued to walk, I remembered the note that Ralph had given me to read to Cyd. Although the paper he wrote upon was ordinary, the penmanship was very unique. I don't know what about it I recognized, but something was very, very familiar. It may have been the way he dotted his I's or crossed his T's, but there was a distinct characterization to it. I had over three hours to come up with a conclusion, but I figured it out within the first five minutes. Ralph was the one who left the note on Luke's body.
"His blood is on your hands", I could never forget those words. I could picture that moment exactly as if I was reliving it. Cyd bent over and picked up Luke. He was still breathing, still alive. As he was lifted into the air, a piece of paper came tumbling from his paw and onto the cement. I picked it up, unraveled it, and read the words inscribed on the paper. Now that I knew who had written it, everything changed.
I had 3 goals in mind tonight, and I promised myself that I would focus on nothing but them. (1) Protect Cyd, (2) get answers, and (3) escape.
We walked onto a long and wide dock which stretched into the ocean. Although I didn't know much about boats, I figured it was used for loading and unloading based on its size. It was very long and very wide, like one of those piers you'd see on an old mobster movie. You could probably fit about 4 or 5 cars side by side and 20 or so front to back and still have room for some more to fit. In other words, it was pretty big.
"Where is everyone?" I asked as we approached the edge of the pier. Ralph was looking down at his watch; he seemed to be a little disturbed by the hands that pointed.
"They're," he began as he took a pause to think, "They're, um, nearby. In case I need some backup. Don't worry, they're watching from a safe distance." I wasn't sure exactly, but It definitely seemed like he was lying. The way he took his pauses and they was he stuttered on his words made him look very suspicious. He was trying to scare me and Cyd into thinking he had more backup, but I think that Frank was the last person he had left.
Ralph took another good look at his watch, the secondhand still clicking quietly. I had always wondered if clockmakers designed the second hand to do that, or if it happened naturally. I remember some nights when I would lie and my bed and try to fall asleep; I'd start counting the ticking sounds. The more mechanical and metronomic it sounded, the easier it was for me to lose track of my thoughts. I'm not sure if it was because my mind got bored, or if I found comfort in things that didn't change. Now that I've had so much change in my life, I think I'm going to go with curtain number two.
"It's 10:40," Ralph said under his breath, "Where is he?" I wish that I could've answered that question. I looked off into the distance and tried to see if I could see anything, but I couldn't. All I saw were buildings, sidewalks, and empty spaces. I could've turned around and looked behind me, but I doubt they were coming by boat or submarine. Now that I thought about it, it was probably Ralphs' plan all along. He wanted to be somewhere that only required him to watch one side. This backed up my theory about him being alone.
About 5-10 more minutes passed until I could finally spot some new scenery from in between two abandoned buildings. A headlight began to shine bright as a care came closer towards us. I had to turn my head to escape the blindness it gave me. I heard a loud clicking noise as Ralph cocked his gun and placed it firmly against my neck, he was getting ready for a battle. The car stopped at the beginning of the dock, stayed still for a few moments, and then all of its lights turned off simultaneously.
Cyd stepped out of the car. He was carrying an envelope in his left hand and was walking very slowly towards us. With each step he took, I could feel the entire dock shake. It wasn't as if he was heavy or anything, but the wooden dock was so old and so unused, that the complete pier sounded as if it was about to collapse. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of his feet approaching; one after another, until he finally grew close.
"Stop," Ralph yelled out to him. Cyd complied quickly and halted all movement. Ralph pushed forward quickly and began to pat his entire body down. He felt for any sort of weapon, whether it was a knife or gun, but found nothing. After taking a few steps back towards me, he once again pressed the gun firmly against neck. Cyd bit his bottom lip, trying to refrain from an outcry or a plea. If this was the last moment of his life, he wanted to go out strong.
"Where is everyone else?" Cyd asked, showing the same suspicions that I had. Now that Ralph had an excuse, there was no need to choke on his words.
"They're watching us from a safe distance. Don't worry; they have strict orders to kill Nate right in front of you in case anything goes wrong." I knew he was lying, but I had to think quickly if I wanted Cyd to know too. I probably had about 100 ideas flow in and out of my head in less than a few seconds before I decided on the right one, the one that Cyd would pay attention to: my tail.
I pulled my tail up in between my legs, just enough for Cyd to get a good visual. Once I saw his eyes look down at my legs, I moved my tail back and forth, as if it was saying "no" to him. I looked back towards him and tried to find any sign that he caught my message.
He was making a "thumbs up" with his right hand.
After so long of being dominated and manhandled, I was finally the one in control. Cyd and I finally had a grip on our lives and even though Ralph had a gun, we had a plan; which one was the better weapon?
"Why are you doing this Ralph? Why are you doing this to us?" Cyd was looking deep into Ralph's heart. He wanted a sincere answer.
"I'm not doing anything," Ralph replied, "You're getting what you've deserved for a long time." I tried my best to keep my head down, but at the same time I was peering up at Cyd. I wanted to read every emotion he was emitting, no matter what that may be.
"Is this about Ben?" Cyd asked. Once again, that name came up. "I know what I did was wrong, and I've been dealing with these demons ever since. If you don't think I feel guilty, then you're wrong."
"Guilty? You think I want you to feel guilty? No, I want much, much more than that. I want you to suffer through every bit of pain he had to go through before he died. You raped him Cyd. He fell in love with you, he trusted you, and you crushed his soul. His heart was dead long before he his body was, and that was your fault."
"What do you want me to do Ralph?" Cyd was screaming now. "I know what I did was probably the worst thing I will ever do, but I can't do anything about it anymore. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? He was my brother Cyd!" Ralph competed with his volume. "He killed himself because of what you did to him; do you really think sorry is going to cut it? Do you want to know what I want from you? I want you to bring him back Cyd. I want you to bring my brother back."
"You know I can't do that Ralph. I want it just as badly as you do."
"You don't want it nearly as bad as I do." Ralph and Cyd both grew silent. They stared at each other and said absolutely nothing. The air was thick, packed full of both love and hate. The puzzle pieces between these two were finally coming together. I was learning much more than I ever imagined.
"Read the letter Cyd," Ralph said as he broke the silence. Cyd stood and stared down at the ground. The nose of the gun pushed down harder into my neck as Ralph once again shouted, "Read the letter Cyd!"
This time, he did as he was told. Cyd reached into the already opened envelope and pulled out a short, handwritten letter. He glanced over in my direction and then back at the letter, his eyes were filled with tears. "Dear Cyd," he started.
"I want to start by telling you exactly how I've felt about you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the only person I've ever been able to trust completely. You are the only person I've ever loved completely. You meant everything to me; you were my world. I remember some days, when I felt like I was so completely alone in this world, you were there to remind me I wasn't, and I could never thank you enough for that."
Cyd started crying even harder; you could hear it in every word he spoke.
"Then you became the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You broke me apart into a million different pieces and I lost every bit of myself that day. You showed me why I can't trust anyone. Because of you I will never be able to trust anybody ever again. You've destroyed everything that I've ever felt was right, and I will never be able to forgive you for that. One day this life will end for me. I can take comfort in that because I know that I will be going to heaven, but you Cyd, you won't be as fortunate. You will end up in hell with other guys just like you. You will rot for eternity and that doesn't bother me one bit. It's exactly what you deserve. I'm still in love with the guy who treated me like a king; I'm not in love with you. Goodbye Cyd, I'll never forget who you really are."
The atmosphere was dense, almost damp. We were all crying now, even Ralph. Although I had never met this kid, Ben, I could almost feel his pain. Ralph wiped away his tears with his only free hand and tried his best to gain composure. He bit his lip and looked and Cyd with nothing but anger; he felt that it was his duty to get his brother's revenge.
"I hope you can understand why I have to do what I'm doing. I'm not doing this all to make myself feel better; I'm doing this because it's exactly what you deserve." He started chuckling once again, a bad habit if you ask me. "Let me take you back a little Cyd, so that you can fully understand how much I've gone through to get to this moment." We both watched closely.
"After Ben died, I decided to go looking for you. You never told me where or why you moved, so I went snooping through your house. I found a letter from your youngest brother hidden in the end table beside your bed. He had asked you to move back in with your dad and your brothers, down near Las Vegas, Nevada. So that's where I went. I followed some leads, hired some guys, and together we made a plan. First, I was going to abduct you. I was going to take you somewhere where nobody would hear your screams and get my revenge right then and there. That was until I heard that you had moved onto another guy. That's were Nate came into play."
Ralph looked down at me and gave me a smile, an indescribable smile. It was pleasurable, plain, and purely pernicious. I felt his finger press down on the trigger and I thought he was going to pull it right then and there, but he continued to speak. "When I found out that you were falling in love with another guy, I thought I'd do to you what you did to Ben: break your heart. I had some kids I knew get close to Nate's brother to find out his weaknesses. It turns out his biggest weakness was Luke himself. So what did I do? I did what you did to Ben. I broke his heart. I wanted you to see Nate suffer the same way I watched Ben suffer, but that wasn't enough. I went back to his house and waited there for him. We tore that house apart from head to toe trying to find more things I could use to make you suffer, but I was forced to stop early when Frank saw him running from the window."
I was reliving every moment in great detail. I was seeing this story from not only my perspective, but theirs as well. It was a new insight on my life, and I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything. Ralph spoke again.
"Frank and I followed you to the airport. As you got escorted onto that plane by those security guards, we followed close behind. We were only ten seats behind you, yet you never saw us once. Our plans had changed completely, but I focused on our goal. To make you suffer. Then, when we got to Envi, I noticed Mike picking up on Nate. It was opening up new possibilities, but closing some off as well. I thought maybe, just maybe I could kill Nate and have the blame all placed on Mike. You would fall for it easily, and your passion would convince any cop that came in your way, but before I knew it, tides were shifting again. Nate found out that I was working with Frank, and I knew that he'd go to you before anyone else. I had to work fast."
"Ralph, please," Cyd replied, "you don't need to do this."
"Yes I do; Ben deserves his revenge." His finger pulled a little further on the trigger. "So that's when we kidnapped Nate. We took him down my friend's old studio and hired one of my good friends to work him over a little. He was going to force sex unto him the exact way you did, except this time, we had it all on tape. After it was done I was going to have someone kill him on tape for you and send it to your doorstep. That was the perfect revenge, but Nate, once again, was a little too smart for his own good. He made a bad move and took out my friend, which made things that much more personal for me. So I thought, 'why not just end it all right here, right now?' I drove him down to your place so he could be there when you were killed. I got to watch his heart break as your life ended right in front of him. I couldn't even get that much right. Your buddy Mike was there to save you once again. You would've died this morning if he hadn't pulled that gun on me and forced me to run away. Frank was the only person I had left, and you took him away from me to. Don't you see Cyd? I have to do this. You took my brother, my friends, everything I had left. I need to do this for both my brother, and for me. I need this all to end right now."
The gun lifted off of my neck and I watched it as it pointed towards Cyd. His eyes connected with mine, and for that split second I felt every emotion he had ever felt. I saw every moment that we had spent with each other and every breath we breathed together. I felt everything.
A bright flash lit up the tip of Ralph's gun and I watched as a bullet entered and exited Cyd's arm. I closed my eyes tight and my body collapsed onto the ground. My heart sunk and my breathing slowed, I couldn't believe what was happening.
Suddenly, another gunshot filled the air, but this time, from a different location. I still held my body close to the ground as shots were fired back and forth across the pier. My mind was racing too fast to count the number of bullets that were fired, but I estimated around ten. One of them came from above and pierced my lower abdomen.
When it was all over and no more sounds were made, I unlatched my eyelids. I slowly and cautiously lifted my head up from the ground and examined the pier. Ralph's body was lying next to me, lifeless and still; he was definitely dead.
Cyd was lying on the ground in front of me. He was also very still and I could see two or three bullet wounds in various places of his body. I wanted to focus on him and worry about his safety, but there was another figure on the dock that caught my eye; there was another familiar face that I couldn't help but give full attention to.
It was Mike. He came to help; he came to save us. I just hope he wasn't too late.
People say that when you're inches away from death, your body can do incredible things. People have reported lifting up an entire automobile to save the life of friends, family, or even themselves. I never really understood or believed these claims, I never really had reason to believe, but I was proven wrong. Although I was shot and bleeding quite heavily, I felt no pain. I used my arms and army-crawled over to Cyd's body quickly. With every stroke I took, I pictured one of his smiles. I've told you before and I'd say it a thousand times: when I see his smile, I can't help but smile back. I laid my head down on his chest and stayed as still as I possibly could. My eyes closed tight and I waited there for one single breath, one sign that he had endured all of his injuries. I waited and waited and waited, and after a few seconds I felt it. His airflow opened and his chest rose.
He was still alive.
I closed my eyes and the last thing I could remember before passing out on top of his body, was Mike running full speed towards us. I wasn't sure what this life had in store for us up ahead, but Cyd and I would make it through together. We were both alive and kicking and although times were hard, they wouldn't always be. Someday in the future we'd be able to hold each other again. Someday we'd be able to tell each other how much love we felt. Someday soon we'd be able to lie together and feel the passion emitting off of our bodies.
It was all over, and we pulled through it together.
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Don't forget to read the Epilogue which ties the story up completely. Please go there now and take a moment to read (: |
Just a Shark - Ep. 1 - Pain by Bayron | First history (That's a good new?)I Hope u Like it ^^Ep 1: PainStarring: Bayron and Andrew.-Bayron's Home - 8:00 PM The story starts with Bayron in the sofa, watching tv and Andrew out of home. When Andrew finally gets home, after 5 hours out.Andrew: *Open the door* Hey Bayron, I got a gift for | [
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"fish"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696580-just-a-shark-ep-1-pain | First history (That's a good new?)I Hope u Like it ^^Ep 1: PainStarring: Bayron and Andrew.-Bayron's Home - 8:00 PM The story starts with Bayron in the sofa, watching tv and Andrew out of home. When Andrew finally gets home, after 5 hours out.Andrew: *Open the door* Hey Bayron, I got a gift for you.Bayron: A gift? What it is?Andrew: Just see it. *Take off the pants and show his cocks, the two are bigger\*Bayron: Holy... Shit... You made a surgery in the cock?Andrew: Yes, They're 10 inches bigger and 3 inches thicker.Bayron: My god, did you do that to me? Really? Oh, and you ask me why I love you...Andrew: But, we need to wait 1 week to use they.Bayron: Dammit, Okay. Can you wait all this?Andrew: I'll try...-One Week Ago - Bayron's Home - 6:00 PMAndrew: Finally, one week just waiting, my cock can be used now... Hehehe...Bayron: Andrew, I'm scared. I think I can't take all that.Andrew: Don't worry. I know you can do it.Bayron: But, You'll put the two cocks in my ass?Andrew: Yes, It's better I put they two at the same time to don't need to enlarge your ass again.Bayron: Okay \*Sigh* go.So, Andrew put the two cocks at the same time in Bayron's Ass. In this exact moment, Bayron starts to feel one big pain in his ass.Bayron: *Shout* It's hurting! It's hurting! Take this off me!Andrew: No Way! You need to do that to don't need to do it again!Bayron: Ahhh... This is one of the worst feelings of all my life!Andrew: You can do it, I believe in you.Bayron: I'll try. *Groan\*Andrew: I'll put all, okay?Bayron: You don't put all? Holy crap, This gonna hurt very much.Andrew: Don't be coward! Take it all! \*Put all\*Bayron: \*Big Shout* It's hurting so much Andrew! Take off that please!Andrew: No! You'll take it now or you'll take it another day!Bayron: Aaaah *Cry*--1 hour ago... After 1 hour having sex, finally, It ends.Andrew: It's now! *Cum\*Bayron: Uh... Finally...Andrew: So, do you like this?Bayron: The sex? Of course not! The worst sex of my life!Andrew: Hmpf, still hurting?Bayron: Yes... I think It's better you take me to the hospital.Andrew: I'm tired, can be another hour?Bayron: No.Andrew: Aaahh... Okay.-Bayron's Home (After the hospital) - 8:00 PM After a long time in the hospital, Andrew and Bayron finally goes home. But, Bayron needs to stay 2 weeks in the bed, without work.Andrew: \*Put bayron in the bed* So, what do you wanna do now?Bayron: I'm very tired, I'll sleep.Andrew: I'll go with you.Bayron: Okay thank you. But without anal sex, Okay?Andrew: Ok...-In the next morning...Bayron: *Wake up* Uh... Andrew?Andrew: *Stay sleeping\*Bayron: Hm... \*Blow job Andrew\*Andrew: \*Wake up* Uh... Whatthe...? Oh, continue...After the bukkake on Andrew, Bayron go upside and hug him.Andrew: Hm... The ass still hurting?Bayron: Yes...Andrew: God, we will stay just with the blowjob during your ass stay with this, not?Bayron: Yep.Andrew: *Sigh\*Bayron: \*Kiss Andrew's Chest* Don't worry Andrew, It's gonna be fast than you imagine.Andrew: I hope... So, after it, they stay just doing oral, but, 3 days later, Andrew waked up different, with a weird feeling.Andrew: *Wake up* Hm... *yawn* what the hell... Bayron, Wake up.Bayron: *Wake up* Ahhh... what?Andrew: I'm with a weird feeling.Bayron: What feeling?Andrew: I don't know how can I describe it. It's very weird.Bayron: Don't worry, It's nothing.Andrew: Ok...And they have a normal day... untill 6 PM, when Andrew enter in the Bedroom, Naked.Andrew: Sex Time!Bayron: Oh... Okay. Oral, Right?Andrew: Nope. Gimme your ass now!Bayron: What?? Are you crazy? I can't!Andrew: Really? You can't? But you'll do!Bayron: No! Get Off! You're not like that!So, Andrew jumped on bayron , ripped this clothes, pick a tissue of bayron's clothes and use it like a gag in Bayron's Mouth.Bayron: Mmph!Andrew: Don't worry bayron... that won't hurt... heheheh...Bayron: *Kick Andrew's testicles\*Andrew: Oooh... You forgot I don't feel pain? If you gonna be violent, I'll be violent too! After that, Andrew gives a punch on Bayron's face and, with violence, put all his dicks on bayron's Ass. Making Bayron feels a giant pain. For him, the worst pain of his life. But, he can't shout or do anything, because Andrew are immobilizing him.Bayron [Thought]: That's not Andrew! Andrew not be like this with me! Has something wrong with him... But, What? And Andrew stay raping Bayron for 1 hour, when he cums.Andrew: Ah... \*Remove the gag of Bayron* This is the price.Bayron: What is wrong with you? That hurts very much you Idiot! *Punch Andrew in The face\*Bayron [Thought]: Shit! I can't believe I do that! Now i'm fucked up.Andrew: Aaah bayron, Trying to challenge me? I think you know it, you can't win... I'm strongest \*Punch Bayron's Belly\*Bayron: Aaagh!Andrew: Biggest. \*Raise Bayron up* and you are just my sexual slave! *Throw Bayron in the wall\*Bayron [Moaning]: Aaaah... ... Why...?Andrew: This is the law of the life bayron... The clevers won... And the fools lose... Goodnight. Andrew walks in Bayron direction and kick him, making he faint.Andrew: Perfect... I Don't need more this Mortal body. In this exact moment, a black smoke starts to leave of Andrew's Body and he falls.Andrew: Huh? What is... \*Look downside* *Gasp* oh... my... fuckin'... god. *Despair* Where is the vinegar? He runs to the kitchen and pick up the vinegar, so, he runs back to the bedroom and wake up Bayronwith the vinegar smell.Bayron: *Moan* Andrew... why? Just tell... *cough* it.Andrew: Thats not the real me! It's not me who done that! It's like a demon who owned my body!Bayron: I... Believe... in you... but please... leave me... to the hospital... *Faint\*Andrew: Oh fuck! So, Andrew put the clothes in him and in Bayron and run to the hospital.-In the hospital - 7:15 PM Andrew stay in front of the room who bayron was, when the door opens and the doctor appears.Andrew: So? He is gonna stay good?Dr: Bayron's Health is average. He is with a lot of bones broken and he is bleeding so much...Andrew: Can I enter?Dr: Yes. Andrew enters in the room and see Bayron fainted.Andrew: ... I have no words... I Just wanna know what happened with me...Dr: What happened?Andrew: It's a long history...So, andrew tell to the Doctor the history.Dr: This is happening very often in this region... Some people tell this is a disease, anothers a demon... I don't know how to describe this. But don't have cases of one person be affected two times. So I think you can be safe now.Andrew: Really?Dr: Yes.Bayron: \*Moan\*Andrew: !!Dr: He was awake.Bayron: \*Moan* hm... Andrew...Andrew: ... I know...Bayron: *Sigh* I'm scared if this gonna happen again...Dr: Don't worry, this kind of posession never happened with the same people two times.Bayron: So... I think it will be better... How much time I need to stay in this hospital?Dr: One week.Andrew: Damn...Bayron: Don't worry Andrew. I know what you're thinking. Go out, has another guys who can replace me during this time...Andrew: Ok... Can I go do this?Bayron: *Sigh* Go.Andrew: Yay. \*Go out\*Dr: Wow, he is so delicate than one Horse kick...Bayron: Don't worry Dr, this is just he being he. He never will change...Dr: Well, okay.So with this. Passed one week and Bayron finally leaves the hospital.Andrew: Are you fine?Bayron: My ass still hurting a little.Andrew: That's a good new?Bayron: Well, it's more soft than one week ago...Andrew: So, this means...?Bayron: Oh, heheh, yeah.Andrew: Yay.Bayron: Oh god, Andrew being Andrew...Andrew: What? That is me...Bayron: Hehe... I know... Don't worry, I still loving you...Andrew: Of course, I'm Awesome.Bayron: '-'So after that, the last days past, Bayron's ass finally is normal. And they staying living their lifes like all the normal days of their lifes.The End.It's that, I Tried to do my best. |
Mereck Stories Ch.9 by Mereck | #9 of Mereck Stories - (I apoligize for the delay in the story again. I had a lot of things, good and bad, happen to me irl so I didn't have time to get sufficiently yiffy and write like I normally do. Hopefully things will settle down and maybe I'll make a Mereck fansite or something. Still looking | [
"Bisexual",
"Catgirl",
"Dragoness",
"Fox",
"Teasing",
"Threesome"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10061-mereck-stories-ch-9 | (I apoligize for the delay in the story again. I had a lot of things, good and bad, happen to me irl so I didn't have time to get sufficiently yiffy and write like I normally do. Hopefully things will settle down and maybe I'll make a Mereck fansite or something. Still looking for people to do some fanart of Mereck)
It's been a week since Frent went out for his trip. He was due back later tonight. During the week he was gone I met a sexy Orange Hern kitty named Sam. We met in a sexy little dance club, and shi's spent all week with me. We tried every position I've done with my sexy Frent, and some that I never saw before, or could even do with Frent. It's true that Herm's have the best of both worlds.
Since he was due back tonight, we both thought it would be fun to have a Threesome. We schemed long and hard, wondering how we should surprise the yiffy fox and leave him completely worn before the night was over. We decided that shi would hide in the room, as I would seduce him and lure him into the room. And after we closed the door shi would come out, and we would just let our naughtiness take over.
All day we prepared. First thing we did in the morning was have a big breakfast with lots of protein. We wanted to make sure we could keep going all night if the fox was still "up" for it. Then we each took a nice shower, making sure to enjoy cleaning each other as we groped our hard cocks and firm breasts. We were already excited for tonight and it was still hours away. As we sat around drying, we found a nice perfume in my stash of exotic scents that boasted getting a cock from limp to throbbing in 3 seconds. We both giggled, and sprayed it around the entire apartment.
We both found some sexy teddy's, and tried them on. I watched as Sam tried hir teddy on first. I could see the delicate strands of the silk teddy drape down, covering hir nipples just barely but not leaving much to the imagination. Shi gave a soft purr, stretching hir back as the nipples poked against the soft fabric a little harder. Shi then turned around slowly, the teddy swirling around hir as shi bent over and lifted hir tail high, exposing hir pussy and tailhole without doing anything. I purred at the wet lips, watching the orange fur rub against hir firm, hard thighs as shi shook hir rump teasingly at me. I giggled a little, realising shi almost looked female in that pose. Shi realized it too, and spread hir legs so I could see the orange, furry ballsack with a massive cock dipping down and rubbing down past hir kneecaps. I clapped and murred to hir "Mmm, that looks purrrfect on you" and we both had a laugh as I found a nice white teddy, and put it on.
It slid over me easily, causing me to gasp a little in delight as the soft touch of silk on my nipples as I slowly draped it down my body. I could feel a slight draft against the high part of my thigh's, telling me that it didn't cover much at all. It probably covered even less than Sam, since I was taller and more stacked than hir. I reached up and felt the soft silk against my nipples, and rubbed up and down moaning softly as I felt the gentle silk tease and play with my nipples. I felt a furry paw reach down, and caress my rump as shi pressed up against me and purred into my ear "Mmmm, look at you. You're already dripping horny and you have to wait several more hours" We both had a nice little laugh, even though shi was right about that.
We both had a hard time, torturing ourselves as we waited for the time to pass. It seemed that every 10 min I found myself either rubbing my hard cock slowly in my hand, or tracing a finger slowly up and down my pussy. I was just making myself more and more horny, and I knew that. Sam was doing the same, and the room started to smell of powerful arrousal along with the perfume that was probably making us much, much worse.
I'm not sure how we lasted so long, but we saw him drive up and start up the stairs to the apartment. Sam quickly hid as I sat in the couch, looking very alluring if I do say so myself as the door opened and he came in. I could see everything hit him in slow motion. First his nose twitched as he smelled the powerful perfume in the air. He slowly looked over to me, his muzzle pointing to me as his eyes stared at me. And then he had another thing pointed at me, as his suitcase dropped. I'm not sure if it was the perfume or not, but he was definitely hard in 3 seconds.
I slowly got up, the teddy trying to hide my features but not doing a good job as I walked slowly and sexily over to him, and wrapped my arms around his strong, furry waist, and kissed him deeply. "mmm, welcome home my sweet Fox. I have your present ready for you" and I giggled as I let him go, and walked into the bedroom my tail waving for him to follow. As we heard him struggle to get his clothes off as he tripped his way down the hallway, I hid behind the door as Sam layed down on the bed, picking up on my last minute idea to make this a little more exciting.
I heard Frent walk in, and I could hear him pant as he saw a sex kitten laying down on his bed, purring at him as shi crawled on all fours and waved hir finger for him to come and join hir. He took a few steps, and I shut the door behind him as he turned around and I grinned at him. "Surprise Frent, I hope you like it, I'm sure shi'll like you" and he turned, seeing that shi took off the teddy and sat on the bed on hir knees, looking at him with a sexy "come here" look as hir breasts and length stood out for him to see.
He walked over and bent down, slowly licking at the kitty shaft as shi put a paw on his head to encourage the studly fox. I followed behind, taking off my teddy and throwing it to the side as I kneeled down and slowly licked his sexy rump and firm thighs. I could hear him moan as he continue to suck on the cock. Sam started to pant, finding wonderful pleasure from the fox's powerful tongue as I started to lick his balls and rub his shaft in my paw.
The kitty stopped him after a few minutes, and laid down on hir back spreading hir legs as shi looked for my permission to let him mount hir. I nodded as he took the invitation, and got on top of hir pushing his length hard and deep into the pussy's tight pussy. Shi meowed loudly, the feeling of a nice fox cock making hir shiver in pleasure and delight. He slowly started to thrust hard and deep into hir, hir meows and moans punctuating the air as he gave hir a nice, hard pounding.
I got behind him, making him jump a little in surprise as he could feel I was going to take his tight little tailhole. I grinned, rubbing a little lube before I reared up, pushing into him without a problem as Frent suddenly became doubleteamed by two horny herms. His moans were louder than Sam's, his pleasure being in two places instead of one. I wrapped my scaley tail around his big fox tail and hir sleek kitty tail, keeing up bound together as we both slowly pounded hard and deep against one another.
The fox came first, the surprise of two herms and the pleasure too much for him as he yipped and yelled out, cumming hard into the horny kitty. We both smiled as he pulled out, still as hard as when he came in. I took my big draconic length out of him as he turned around between us, and the kitty pushes hir length into him as he sat down onto hir. Shi started to meow and moan again as I got onto his lap, and sat down pushing his length into my hot scaley pussy.
We all pounded each other like this all night, each of us switching around him as he got yiffed more times than he could count. It was well into evening of the next day before we started to slow down, but we didn't stop until midnight the next day. I guess I was the last one to wake up, as I crawled out of the cum soaked bed and made my way to the kitchen where warm smells greeted my nose. Sam and Frent were both there, with a bunch of food for all of us to eat as we started to talking.
It turns out that Sam's lease was about to run out at the same time as Frent, and they both wanted to still be with me. So, we all decided to move to a bigger apartment. Along with that, Sam thought that I would be perfect to work in furry porn too. We both went over idea's of how to do it as we cuddled against Frent who laughed and said that his hole needs some time to rest before we try that marathon again. |
Sizing her up by Kraz226 | #1 of A Goddess' Desires - PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM! Essatina awoke in the Motel 6 to the flagrant smell of sin in the air. She looked to her right to see her client from the previous night, a rabbit, still in the clutches of deep sleep. She grinned. Last night's "fun" must have been too much for him. | [
"F/F",
"Fox",
"Mare",
"Unbirthing",
"Vore (soft)"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51544-sizing-her-up | PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM!
Essatina awoke in the Motel 6 to the flagrant smell of sin in the air. She looked to her right to see her client from the previous night, a rabbit, still in the clutches of deep sleep. She grinned. Last night's "fun" must have been too much for him. Essatina swung her legs over the side of the bed and rested her equine hooves on the carpeted floor. The hazel furred horse then sauntered over to the miniature bathroom that adorned the doorway nearby. She ventured inside to relieve herself and rid her "parts" of their filth....
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Hequet walked out of the Goddess Relations office with an extra spring in her step. She had finally gotten clearance to abandon her life as a goddess in favor of a "normal" life in the mortal world. Hequet herself was in the form of a vixen. The goddess' form was practically perfect, with shining orange fur, perky 42 DD breasts, and massive rump, she was the perfect poster-girl to be a goddess of fertility (which she was). Hequet finally reached the edge of her perch, for what would be the last time. She needed to find the proper mortal to use for her own purposes. Focusing on North America, Hequet's view zoomed in on a randomly chosen Boston motel, where a discussion was talking place between a mare and a rabbit.
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"I had a really great time last night" said the rabbit with an awkward grin.
"It's no problem" said Essatina with a blank expression while pocketing the role of money.
"Sorry, but I must go" said the rabbit with another smirk. He quickly finished putting on his collared dress shirt and sport jacket and headed out the motel door without another word.
Essatina gave a grin as the lapin scurried out the door to his waiting Miata. The car sped away towards the rotary, he probably had some kind of meeting to get to. Essatina counted the money she had pilfered from the sex-starved man the previous night: 20 for a blowjob, 70 for anal, and a hundred dollar bill she had stolen before he had a chance to wake up. A good take that would pay her off of her pimp for a few days. Unlike most of the girls that were working for him, Essatina didn't strive for more. She was completely content with using her 42 D breasts and "ghetto booty" as well as her jungle girl attitude and flowing black mane to her advantage.
Essatina donned her hot rod red halter top and matching short skirt, the latter leaving nothing to the imagination as it gave a clear view of her Filene's Basement panties. After clothing herself Essatina made for the room's door. Maybe another day down near the bowling alley would yield an even bigger pay. As the brown mare turned the door knob, an admiring goddess murred.
"Perfect...."
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"Yes she'll do quite nicely........" thought Hequet. She viewed the equine leaving the motel and getting on a bus at the local T station.
"Now why don't we get a better look at her......" said Hequet, focusing her powers into the horse. Hequet used her godly abilities to probe the woman's mind of memories.
A youth filled with strife.........a nonsupporting father...........mother dead..........pimp saved her from poverty.........ruined morals.........It was all just as Hequet had suspected. She was a simple prostitute. That would prove helpful later....
Hequet focused her mind, while closing her eyes, to find where the equine hooker would be soon. The goddess opened her eyes to find herself floating in a back alley behind a building of some sort. She stepped daintily on to the cold cement. Noticing her nakedness, the goddess quickly endowed herself with a revealing short sleeve shirt and some low rider jeans. Although Hequet would miss these abilities, her current mission would eventually yield more satisfaction than she could ever recieve from her powers. Hequet looked out from the alleyway to see that the horse was not currently in the area. Hequet thought for a moment before venturing back in to the alleyway to conjure another spell. She would have to find the mare as a client.
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Essatina walked across the street and stood at the edge of the bowling alley, as was her usual spot. It was still early, about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Essatina paced back and forth over the sidewalk, carefully eyeing the end of the street for police. They had caught her once before a few months ago, and another apprehension would mean jail time.
The horse paced for another ten minutes before a silver Mercedes Benz C200 pulled into the bowling alley's parking lot. Pulling up in front of her, one of the car's tinted windows lowered to expose a stunning vixen sitting in the drivers seat. The female fox sized up Essatina slowly as she leaned over and blew a kiss and a wink.
"Need something...different, today honey?" Essatina teased as she was examined. Hequet grinned as the horse offered herself.
"How much?" the fox asked from her comfy vehicle.
"Depends on what you like baby..." Essatina taunted as she flexed, emphasizing her breasts. Essatina usually didn't get many female customers. Woman looking for some variety or confused and distraught housewives usually made up her female demographic. As far as Essatina could tell, this fox was of the latter type. The horse paid no mind however, a customer was a customer, and this woman looked loaded with a car of this type.
"Hmm...hop in"
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Essatina marveled at the woman leading her up the stairs of the Motel 6 she had just hours before occupied.
This vixen had some physique! A perfect frame and curvaceous hips as well as massive breasts and a bouncy ass captivated the horse. The mare followed closely behind the fox, getting a perfect view of her juicy butt.
Essatina strangely found herself attracted to this woman. Maybe this job wouldn't be as tedious and demanding as it usually was, but rather, enjoyable for Essatina. The horse continued to follow the fox to their assigned room. The two entered the room as Essatina stood and Hequet sat on the bed. Essatina, although eager to see what her client would request, simply sat as Hequet stood and thought.
Hequet stood and pondered how she could execute her plan without any complications or distractions. Inspiration struck the goddess soon however, and she came to a conclusion. She would get a few moments of pleasure from her before the hooker would serve her purpose.
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Essatina feverishly circled her palm over Hequet's massive left bosom in a gyration as she sucked on Hequet's opposite breast at the same time. Hequet was enjoying this more than she had expected. The prostitute knew what to do with a woman! Hequet closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her bountiful milk pouring into the horse's muzzle. The goddess daintily removed Essatina's head from her right breast and lightly moved it to her left. Essatina comprehended and began suckling the teat with renewed vigor. Essatina was amazed at the taste of Hequet's milk. It tasted better than anything that she had ever eaten or drank in her life! Essatina could feel her stomach being coated in the heavenly substance as she circled her tongue over the nipple of her customer and nipped at the source of nourishment.
The experience was over all too soon as Hequet removed Essatina's muzzle from her boob and pressed the horses head down while sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Now...my cunt...." Hequet muttered as Essatina moved down. Essatina found herself obeying without a second thought, instantly complying to her client's wishes. Hequet smiled as the horse silently agreed. Essatina knelt down to level her face with Hequet's crotch. Hequet smiled as she removed her soaked panties. Essatina knelt with her mouth agape as the cunt was exposed. It was...breath taking. A perfectly shaped cunny that glisened with juices. A small clit as well as shapely vulva culminated to form an absolutely magnificent vagina. Essatina marveled at the thing as Hequet smiled. The viewing of her privates only continued to excite Hequet as her pussy continued to moisten.
"So...are you going to stare at it, or are you going to have a taste?" Hequet asked of Essatina. Essatina simply nodded and leaned in towards Hequet's pussy. Essatina took in a large whiff of Hequet as she neared her privates. A tangy and sweet scent filled her nose as Essatina's tongue graced the outer folds of Hequet's pussy. Hequet moaned as Essatina worked her tongue around her mound in a circle. Essatina licked up as much of the scrumptious liquid as she could before she placed more pressure on the middle of Hequet's cunny. With a bit more of pressure, Essatina's tongue broke through Hequet's outer walls and began to slide over Hequet's tunnel. Hequet could feel the equine tongue circling around her inner walls, mixing with her juices and massaging her most intimate of areas. Hequet continued to enjoy the mare's oral talents as Essatina lost herself in the bliss that was Hequet's pussy. Essatina, although bisexual, did usually prefer men. However, this woman had an aura of pure sexuality. Essatina was getting immense pleasure just from giving her oral sex! Essatina continued to lap up Hequet's juices as the goddess thought of a way to lengthen this experience. Hequet came to a conclusion soon, and held her hand along Essatina's head, stopping the horse's feverish licking. Essatina looked up at Hequet with a submissive expression.
"I think it's time for something a little different for us" said Hequet while smiling.
"U...Us?" Essatina managed to say. Hequet lifted herself off of the bed and sauntered to the small bathroom in the corner of the room. The goddess walked into the room and beckoned Essatina with a tantalizing curl of a finger before closing the door to the lavatory behind her.
Hequet prepared herself in the bathroom, and within a few moments Essatina could hear her customer beckon.
"Ok, I'm ready" Essatina could here Hequet say from behind the door. Essatina was slightly perplexed. What could the fox want that she would need to prepare for? The mare slowly walked over to the door and opened it to see...
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ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO YIFFSTAR!!!
Did that get your attention? Good.
Sorry to leave you with a bit of a cliffy there, but there is a reason! I have had a certain idea for a while now, and would like to see how it would go. That idea is: an interactive story. Yes, yes; I know. It's just some gimmick like a "Choose Your Path" book. However, I really want to see how anyone who reads this story would react and give input.
So here is my proposition: anyone who reads the story should leave a comment that corresponds to one of the options below. The option that gets the most votes will win, meaning I will use that as the basis for the next chapter of the story. If you don't like any of the options listed, simply choose the last option, "Other", and list what you would like to happen! If other people also like your idea, than it may just win!
Here are the options:
1) Hequet unbirths or vores Essatina.
2) Hequet vores or unbirths Essatina's soul.
3) Hequet becomes a herm and cock vores Essatina.
4) Hequet and Essatina switch places (Essatina as a goddess and Hequet as a prostitute).
5) Essatina is forced to vore or unbirth Hequet (as a normal woman or a herm).
6) Other (please list your idea).
I assure anyone reading that I have extensive story boards prepared for any of these options or any anyone may come up with. Thank you for your patronage! |
tino and joanne by prettykitty123 | once upon a time there was princess named joanne who lived in a far away land and all the boys loved her exceptone boy who was absolutely a jerk and was very hot but she had uncontolable love for him, so she folows him out of town and he says "what do you want?" ''nothing god just what's your name" | [
"Love",
"M/F"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249160-tino-and-joanne | once upon a time there was princess named joanne who lived in a far away land and all the boys loved her exceptone boy who was absolutely a jerk and was very hot but she had uncontolable love for him, so she folows him out of town and he says "what do you want?" ''nothing god just what's your name" "call me tino" **"okay bye!"** she fell in the swamp and tino helped her then she noticed he had a birth mark like hers...
they could never be together...
so joanne had a plan she would try to get him to runaway with her never to be seen again... |
in your dreams by dbj_rab | a dog city lemon i wrote few months ago - Ace hart yawned after having gotten done with another thrilling episode, this time featuring his creator elliot shag. It was a interesting episode to say the least, meeting each other "face to face" for the first time and his wacky cartoon antics. "Well | [
"Dog City",
"Gay",
"M/M",
"dogs"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464021-in-your-dreams | Ace hart yawned after having gotten done with another thrilling episode, this time featuring his creator elliot shag. It was a interesting episode to say the least, meeting each other "face to face" for the first time and his wacky cartoon antics.
"Well elliot, that was a very interesting episode we just did. Was nice to meet you face to face, so to speak and I look forward to doing it again," Ace said, as he looked up to chat with elliot from the drawing board.
"Yeah that was very nice, despite I was dreaming most of it. " Elliot replied back, as he browsed through the mail he just recently received. "huh, damn it that was suppoused to have been only between us" he muttered at a letter.
"what is it?" Ace asked curiously, trying to peek at what it was.
"well you remember that certain off the air show we did for that fan? Apparently he told a friend about it and said friend just sent us $1,500 to do a personal episode for him as well," Elliot replied.
"Well we could certainly use it for emergencies. What does he want us to do?" Ace inquired.
"Apparently he liked the in your dreams episode, and really liked the idea of us being together "face to face". He wants a x-rated episode of the two of us," said Elliot.
"Oh. Another gay one huh?," Ace remarked, pondering it over. "Well I'll admit the first one was odd, but uhh.., I think I'd feel more comfortable with this one since it's you," he said with a blush.
"Oh really?" Elliot said surprised. " Well it would be nice to have some money to keep ahead of things as needed and it is only just for this certain fan and no one else to watch." He coughed slightly, a bit embarrassed as he had in fact at times envisoned what it would be like to have sex with his own creation, albeit with a life of his own.
Ace stretched and wondered how it would go, and recalled what Elliot looked like naked while showering, and knew that he had a very nice big cock even when it wasn't hard. " So how do you want to get things started?" he asked in anticipation.
"I'm not sure yet. I'll have to think on it some, and compare with what notes he sent along with payment," Elliot answered.
Ace nodded, and scratched himself slightly as he idly recalled the first x-rated fan episode that was commissioned. His pants started to tent slightly and he admitted to himself he couldn't wait to get started as he did enjoy it, despite still holding out for Rosey, but decided he is bi at lest since he did have sexual desires for her as well.
"Ok, let's get started," Elliot said, after finally getting things down in his head how it should be.
Elliot soon started drawing things down for the opening sequence of the show, feeling slightly odd that he was awake this time to draw himself in the episode.
After the usual opening credits, Ace Hart stands pondering out the window of his office wondering about how Elliot was doing after their little spat they had earlier and was close enough to kiss while they were arguing.
Elliot meanwhile is seated at a near by café, and sipping on some tea while glancing at times up at Ace's painted on window with his name and private eye dog sign. He sighed slightly, thinking how almost made a mess of things with that silly argument they had about how should do what and how they barely escaped.
As he sipped, he pondered what to do to make it up to Ace, idly glancing around at his surroundings and noticing some certain shops he'd never seen before. He finished his drink, and decided to go into the alley nearby where a small shop caught his eye, barely seeing it.
As Elliot neared closer he saw the sign more clearly, which read "Doggie dometrix shoppe for all your doggie on doggie desires". He gulped slightly, and decided to browse around.
The door opened with a slight jingle, and a handsome nude, but in harnesh and leash/studded collar attire approached him. "hi welcome to doggie dometrix. How can I be of service?" he said, with a slight wriggle to his hips, showing off his plump sheath and balls.
Elliot slightly gawked at the non abashed dog before him, showing off his genitails. "well ur uhmmm," he stammered slightly, "I'm just looking around, at the moment thanks," he said with a slight smile.
"Of course, if you need any help with anything, just let me know cutie, k?" the dog said. "Name's Kevin, by the way".
Elliot nodded, and gulped a bit more as he saw rows of sex toys and vids for dogs of all types and sexes. He blushed as he walked by a few female manneguins of very sensual looking bitches, and browsed through some of the doggie dildos and miscellaneous porn laying around, as he pondered what Ace would like.
He finally decided on a decent looking gay porn video, and a nice green rhinstone collar for Ace. As he turned to head back to the counter, he slightly bumped into the dog salesman, feeling his sheath brush against his clothed on. "oops, sorry didn't notice you behind me," Elliot said, with a blush as the dog salesman slightly grinded against him, before turning away.
"No problem sweety. I should have said something," he replied before giving Elliot's ass a quick squeeze, and turned to the counter. "so will this be all?" he asked, as he rang up the few items Elliot picked out.
"Yes those are fine for now, thank you" he responded back, and soon promptly paid for them. He paused slightly, and suddenly gave in to his hormones and asked where the bathrooms were. "Just down that aisle and to the right," Henry responded.
Elliot nodded his thanks, and went into the restroom. Truthfully he did have to use it, but shuddered at the thought of the sexy dog coming in and doing things to him. As he finished peeing, the restroom door opened and Henry stepped in. "Sorry I have to go as well," he chuckled and started to pee on the other side of the hydrant.
Elliot was washing his paws, while sneaking glances at Henry's huge dick as he got done doing his business. As he dried his paws, Henry did the same, and then quick grabbed Elliot by the shoulders and kissed him hard. Elliot murmured surprisingly, but didn't put up much of a fight.
They panted slightly into the kiss, and Henry pulled him into one of the stalls, and immediately pulled Elliot's pants done. He mrrrred as he saw Elliot didn't wear any underwear and started to immediately lick and suckle on Elliot's balls and sheath.
Elliot gasped, and shuddered from the sudden sensation. He moaned slightly, and started to thrust a bit into the eager dog's muzzle, while feeling himself hardening and popping out of his sheath.
"Oh dogs this feels sooo good," he thought, as his dick started to pre against the dog's talented tongue. He moaned as he reached down to stroke the other dog's penis and balls, feeling him preing already against his paw.
"MMMnnnn that's good," Henry moaned, as he sucked harder on Elliot's hardening length, and thrusted into his paws. Soon he started sucking more up and down, and swirled his tongue in circles around Elliot's cock tip, slightly rubbing his swelling knot.
Elliot gasped even more, as he shuddered and twitched from the pleasuring sensations, and started to buck his hips harder into Henry's muzzle, while moving to suck on Henry's own impressive length of 9".
Henry moaned around Elliot's now fully hardened length of 10 and ½" of dick, and squeezed his knot hard. "oohh dogs, so hot," he panted, as he pred even harder into the hot muzzle, and sucked even harder on Henry's cock, while squeezing his knot as well.
Henry shuddered and grunted as he thrusted hard in and out of Elliot's muzzle, while squirming and getting closer to cumming. He panted around Elliot's hot dick and suddenly shoved a finger into Elliot's twitching anus.
Elliot gasped even more louder and grunted, as he twitched and not able to take it anymore, started to swell and suddenly cum hard into Henry's muzzle. "oonngghh fuck yyeessss" Elliot shouted out as he spurted his dog cream, and fingered Henry's hot tight hole as well, while sucking even more, and making sure to squeeze his knot hard as he could.
Henry grunted and shuddered, as his cock swelled and thrusted hard into Elliot's muzzle as he shouted and suddenly creamed hard and deep into his mouth. "oohhh dog yess" Henry yelled as he spruted hard into Elliot's eager muzzle and fingered him deeper to get all his cum as he could.
Elliot soon panted and groaned as their orgasmns subsided. "Oh man that was hot. Thanks for the action," he said, and gave Henry a quick snug, as they untangled from each other.
"My pleasure, and I do hope to see you around here again for more," Henry said with a wink. "if you'd like to get in touch with me, here's my card. I mostly work until 10pm."
"Great I'll keep that in mind," Elliot said as he pocketed the card, and soon left the store.
Ace meanwhile, decided to nap and was snoozing in his chair, in his underwear as Elliot padded up the stairs to his office. "Hey Ace, wake up. I got something for you" Elliot said as he walked in, and saw Ace snoozing.
"Huh ? wha? " Ace said at being suddenly woken up. "Oh hi Elliot. What's that? You go me something? Oohhh what is it?" he asked excitedly.
"Come into the bedroom and I'll show you," Elliot replied and moved into the room next to Ace's office which served as his sleeping quarters.
Ace yawned and stretched, as he got up and walked into the room curiously. He saw Elliot fiddling with the vcr hooked up to his tv, and idly glanced at Elliot's hot sawying ass.
"So what'd you get me?" Ace asked eagerly.
"Well first off, I got you a new collar to say sorry for the argument earlier, and then I got something for the both of us to enjoy" Elliot said with a slight smirk. He then reached into the bag and handed Ace the new green collar with his id attatched.
"Oh wow, this is great Elliot. Thanks a bunch" he said, as he tried it on. "Snazzy".
Elliot smiled and said you're welcome and remarked that green brings out Ace's eyes better. He then patted the bed, mentioning Ace to join him, as he started the video and started to get undressed.
"Wha, why are you stripping Elliot?" Ace asked curiously and suddenly blinked as he saw what was on the tv screen. Two very male dogs suddenly going at it. Two of the sucking each other in 69, while fingering their asses.
"wo... wow" Ace said, at a lost for words as he watched, and suddenly felt Elliot rubbing his groin. "Ohhh Elliot.. wh.. what are you doing?" Ace moaned at the touch, and felt his sheath swelling up, and suddenly realized Elliot stripped without any underwear on underneath. He glanced at Elliot's also swelling sheath and huge balls, as he tentiavely reached out to fondle his loins, while watching the dogs sucking harder and suddenly fingering each other deeper as they neared climax.
The dalmation on tv suddenly cried out as he shuddered, and cummed hard into the Rotweiller's eager muzzle, while the Rotweiller cried out and did the same thing. Ace squirmed as he felt his german sheperd length hardening and pop out of his sheath.
Elliot panted slightly, as he pawed Ace's throbbing member harder, and felt his own swelling into Ace's paws. He moaned as the dogs on screen suddenly switched to fucking each other, using their cum as lube.
Elliot squirmed, as his shepred dick pred at the hot close up of the rotwellier's hung 12" dick pushing into the tight looking dalmation's anus, and pawed Ace'd hardening german shepred cock faster up and down.
Ace moaned as he watched the rotweiller's huge dick thrust harder in and out of the squirming dalmations twitching tailhole, and saw huge amounts of pre leaking around the hung length. As he thrusted slightly into Elliot's paws, he squeezed Elliot's cock base, and freed his swelling knot.
Elliot moaned as he felt his knot pop out, and shuddered from the sensations, as he did the same for Ace's knot. They both moaned as they pawed each other off to the suddenly rotwellier's hard shoving of his hung dick and knot into the dalmation's tightening anus and his swearing as he was cumming load after load into the eager ass.
They both gasped as the rotweiller suddenly pulled out and his cum was leaking heavily from the twitching anus, and he suddenly started to lap it up, causing the dalmation to suddenly cry out in pleasure and he started to spurt all over the floor, as his ass was eaten out and the huge dog slurped up his cream.
Elliot not able to take it anymore, suddenly shoved Ace down onto the bed and started to kiss him hard. He moaned into Ace's muzzle as he started to tongue him slightly, and ground their loins together.
Ace moaned into the kiss, as kissed him back, panting hard as he pawed their preing lengths together, while rubbing Elliot all over. "mmmnn Elliot, dog this feels so fucking good," he panted.
"Yeah.. mnnn dog yeah," Elliot murmured as he suddenly turend around and started sucking on Ace's near 9" dick, while rubbing his own length against's Ace's muzzle.
Ace groaned as he thrusted upwards slightly into Elliot's eager muzzle. He shuddered as he suddenly started to suck and swirl his tongue around Elliot's hung near 11" of dog meat. "uunnhh dogs your dick is tasty" he said.
Elliot flicked his tongue in circles around Ace's cock tip and squeezed his knot, as he said thanks and so is yours, making Ace squirm even more in pleasure.
Ace panted, as he suddenly fingered Elliot's virgin tailhole. Elliot yipped and jumped slightly at the sudden sensation and moaned. They both panted as they idly glanced at the tv and noticed the dalmation was now fucking the rotwellier.
Ace groaned as he fingered Elliot's hot ass deeper, and shoved a second and then third finger in. Elliot spasmned in pleasure as his ass tightened and relax around the digits, and he fondled Ace's balls and cock base harder, while sucking even more up and down on his length.
"Oohhh Elliot.. " Ace panted, "I need your ass... dog I need your ass around my cock," he groaned.
Elliot moaned, and grinned suddenly straddling Ace's hips and lined up his hot cock tip with his twitching anus. "nnngghhh doooooggggg yeeaahhhh.. oh fuck yesss" Elliot yelled as he slowly pushed himself onto Ace's twitching and preing heavily dick. He shuddered trying to relax himself more, as he pushed down harder against Ace's hips.
Ace gasped and grunted as he feels Elliot's tight ass slowly envelope his twitching length. His 8 and ½" throbbed hard as he suddenly thrusted a bit into Elliot's hole. Elliot's own 10 and ½ " pre'd even more heavily from the sensations and he shuddered, suddenly feeling Ace's pubic fur grinding against his ass cheeks. "ohh gods Ace this feels sooo fucking good," he panted as he waited to get used to the hot cock in him.
Ace grunted in agreement and moved to paw Elliot's twitching dog meat slowly, as he started to thrust in and out of Elliot's twitching tailhole, spasming each time he pre'd hard and deep, feeling his knot swelling even more eager to get into his ass.
Elliot panted and gasped, as he moved with Ace's thrusts into his anus, and tightened himself as could, while bouncing up and down against Ace's hips. He shuddered as he felt Ace's paw wrap around his own twitching length and bucked hard into his paw.
Ace suddednly grinned as he pawed Elliot off faster in time to his deep thrusts, and then suddenly stopped, pulling out briefly. Elliot groaned and shuddered as he felt Ace's hard dick plop out of his twitching anus and his knot throb in anticipation.
"why'd you stop?" he asked as he waited eagerly for what was next.
"No reason," Ace replied and brought Elliot down to kiss him hard against, while suddenly thrusting his entire length in one go into Elliot's ass, shoving his knot in and out as fast and hard as he could, while keeping Elliot down.
Elliot yelled into their kiss as he felt Ace's huge knot popping in and out of his already stretched anus. "oohh oohh fuck Ace.... Do it. Tie me, " he panted and grunted as he shoved his ass down as hard as he could against Ace's hips. Ace growled as he couldn't hold back any longer, and held onto Elliot's hips, as he suddenly yelled out and shoved his knot and swelling cock in deep as he could, spasming as he suddenly cummed load after load of his doggy juices into Elliot's tightening anus.
Elliot gasped and twitched, as he felt Ace's hard 8 ½" inches and knot shove in deep and suddenly spurt into his ass. He panted and shuddered, suddenly cumming all over Ace's chest and face as he couldn't hold back any longer from the sensations.
They both just moaned and enjoyed the afterglow as their climaxes slowed down to a stop. "unnhhh dogs Elliot that was intense," Ace panted as he snuggled him close, giving his ass a squeeze.
"mmmnnn yeah it was, but we're not done yet," Elliot replied with a smirk as his cock was still rock hard and he grunted, feeling Ace's knot finally swell down and his hung dick and cum leak out of his tailhole.
Ace moaned and said "oh? What else did you have in mind then?" he asked.
Elliot grinned and suddenly flipped Ace over onto all fours, and started to immediately lick and tongue his twitching tail hole.
"oohhh oohhhh dogs Elliot," Ace gasped. "oohh fuck that feels incredible." He panted as he wriggled his ass against Elliot's muzzle. He moaned loadly, as Elliot stopped briefly to suddenly finger his anus deep and hard.
Elliot mrred as he tongued Ace's twitching tailhole deeper and slightly sucked on his still big balls, "Dog how I wanted your sexy ass for awhile now" he remarked, as he pulled away and started to line up his still cummed covered dick against Ace's puckered star.
Ace just panted and grunted from the sensations, and started to feel himself getting hard again and eager to feel Elliot's hung 10 and ½ inches in him. Elliot soon slowly pushed himself into Ace's anus, lifting his tail up higher. They both moaned as Elliot slowly filled up Ace's ass.
Elliot grunted as he suddenly hilted into Ace, and felt his hips flush against the german sheperd's ass cheeks. He moaned as he fondled their balls together briefly, while Ace panted and wriggled against him, pawing his own length in pleasure.
Elliot soon started to thrust himself in and out of Ace's hot ass. "oohh Ace, I love you," he panted as he thrusted deeper and harder. Ace moaned out that he loved him too, and shuddered as he moved against Elliot's thrusting hips and into his own paw, as his cock throbbed and dribbled pre all over.
"Oohhhh dogs Ace,,, I .. can't .. hold .. back," Elliot groaned as his knot swelled harder and kept popping in and out of Ace's tightening anus. "MMmnnn yeah Elliot. Dog yeah fuck me... tie me," Ace groaned in pleasure.
Elliot started squirming and feeling his 10 ½ inches swell even more, as his knot shoved in deeper and swelled even harder against Ace's insides. Ace growled and tightened himself hard as he could around Elliot's hung dick and knot. Squeezing his own as he spasmned and suddenly shouted out "Elliot.. uunnhhhhh I'm cuummmiiinnngggg" he moaned as twitched and suddenly spurted all over his bed.
Elliot gasps loudly and twitched as he yelled out, " oohhh dog Ace yyeess fuccckkk yyeeessss... I'm cuummmiinnnggg " and snuggled Ace tightly as he felt his cock swell to the fullest and unleashed rope after rope of his doggy cream deep and hard into Ace's tailhole, feeling his own throb as his lifted up his tail, while grinding hard against Ace's ass.
They both panted and shuddered, still cumming hard into and onto each other even after 5 minutes had passed from them doing so. Elliot nuzzled Ace softly and licked his cheek as he felt himself finally slowing down to a trickle. Ace grunted and licked him back as he enjoyed the afterglow and Elliot's hung dick up his ass.
"mmnnn dog that felt soooooo good" Ace said.
"you said it Ace," Elliot replied back, and slowly pulled himself out of Ace's tight ass. He shuddered as his still hard dick plopped out and throobed against' Ace's own throbbing cock and they snuggled closer, kissing a bit and enjoying each other's warmth, as night fell deeper on them. They soon both started to drift off to dream land, wrapped in each other's arms tightly and with a smile on their faces.......
"Whew, wow that was more experience than I was expecting," Elliot said as the commissioned episode was finally done, and he started cleaning up his spooged up paw as he couldn't hold back but to paw off while making the episode, despite wishing he really was able to fuck and be fucked by Ace.
"you can say that again Elliot," Ace said. "Well at least you enjoyed yourself," he said with a wink and licked his lips at thought of cleaning his cock off.
"yeah. Hopefully that will be the last one for awhile. Not sure if I could handle doing that again anytime soon," Elliot remarked. "well I'm off to shower and then bed. Good night Ace. Sleep well, and thanks for putting up with these requests."
"No problem Elliot," Ace said as he too showered and then fell asleep in his spooged bed. |
Red's Adventures At Highschool(PT. 2) by red_wolf | #2 of Red's Fun Times At Highschool - Red © ME Ash © His Player(and yes, he is my boyfriend IRL ^^) James © His Player Red awoke from his sleep, waking next to his brother. He grinned, his cock getting stiff, as he remembered the night before. He looked at his brother, Jake, and grinned. He pulled | [
"Feline",
"Gay",
"Gay Relationships",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Stallion",
"Teenagers",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9765-red-s-adventures-at-highschool-pt-2 | Red © ME Ash © His Player(and yes, he is my boyfriend IRL ^^) James © His Player
Red awoke from his sleep, waking next to his brother. He grinned, his cock getting stiff, as he remembered the night before. He looked at his brother, Jake, and grinned. He pulled the sheets off of the two of them. He slid down on the mattress and licked his brother's sheath, making his brother moan in his sleep. Red smirked, then continued to lick his brother's sheath, watching as his brother's tip peeked out. He took his brothers tip in his muzzle, sucking gently on it, getting another moan from his brother. Red continued to suck his brother's cock into his muzzle, as Jake's wolfhood grew hard.
Jake opened his eyes slowly, and murred as he realized it wasn't a dream, realizing his brother really was sucking his cock. He watched as his brother started bobbing his head up and down his shaft. Jake moaned happily, placing a paw on his brother's head, he thrusts gently under instinct. He murred happily as he watched his brother suck him off, his pleasure building. He pets his brother's head as he feels his orgasm drawing near.
Red continues to suck his brother off, swallowing his pre happily, murring sending vibrations through his brother's shaft. He could tell his brother's orgasm was drawing near. He sucked harder on his brother's thick wolfhood, eliciting a moan from his brother. He continued to suck hard as he bobbed his head along the shaft, pulling his brother closer and closer to orgasm.
Jake moaned and started to lightly thrust into his brother muzzle, his knot swelling rapidly as he moans and howls loudly, shooting his seed into his brother muzzle and down the back of his throat. He murred happily as he gave his brother what he'd been aiming for. He panted heavily as he shot his load into his brother's muzzle.
Red murrs, getting his breakfast as he sucked hard on his brother's shaft. Enjoying his brother's seed, swallowing happily. He sucked hard as his brothers thick seed went down his throat, milking it for all it was worth as the flow slowly ended as he licked his brother's tip clean, getting one last shot before he pulled off and murred smiling at his brother. He went up and kissed his brother, sharing the treat with him as they explored each other's muzzles. They kissed deeply, and heard a knock at the door, their eyes shot open and they pulled away from the kiss, Jake rolled off the bed and under it, and Red put his pants on, not knowing where his underwear went, he buttoned and zipped them up and then yelled out, "Yeah!?" He watched as his father opened the door, looking in at him.
Tom, Red and Jake's father, looked in and asked, "What was all the noise?"
"What noise?" Red replied, thinking, "Man I hope Jake hid well."
Tom said, "I could've swore I heard a noise in here."
"I didn't hear anything, I was just about to get dressed for school" Red lied, almost like an expert.
"Ok, I'll let you do that then, breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes" Tom replied as he closed the door
Red waited a second and then sighed, "That was a close one Jake"
Jake crawled out from under the bed and sighed, and then giggled, the risk of getting caught made everything so much more exciting. "Yeah, I know" Jake managed to say before he walked over to the door. Red stopped him in his tracks and kissed him, groping his brother with a loud murr. Jake kissed back after pausing for a second and murred as he tasted a bit of his own cum left in his brother's muzzle. Jake broke apart from the kiss opening the door and running down to his room to get changed. Feeling spread from the night before. He wondered if he could get it from both ends from his brother and his brother's mate. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly went into the shower before his parents could see him naked with dried cum on the inside of his thighs.
Red grabbed some de-scenting stuff since he knew his brother was going to be using the shower. He sprayed it on himself then sprayed deodorant under his arms. He put his clothes on, cleaning any traces of last night and the morning's activities. He grabbed his books, threw them in his backpack, and ran downstairs with his backpack over his shoulder.
Tom looked over his shoulder to see the older of his 2 sons walking through the door to the kitchen and dropping his backpack near the door, out of the way. Tom had already set the table.
"Good morning Red." Tom said.
"Morning." Red replied, sitting down at the table.
"Where's your brother?" Tom asked.
Red shrugged "I dunno, in the shower maybe?" he said.
Meanwhile, Jake had gotten into the shower and was cleaning himself off, rubbing all the dried cum out of his fur. Jake started rubbing chest softly, thinking of what had happened the night before. He slowly rubbed a down from his chest rubbing down his flat stomach, gently raking his claws down through his fur. His spine tingling with delight as his paw reaches down, grasping his sheath and softly stroking it, his member growing out of his sheath. He continues stroking himself gently, his shaft reaching his full length. His paw slowly stroking slowly up and down, breathing deeply, thinking of his brother. He started stroking a bit faster, reaching down under his tail, rubbing his pucker softly, letting out a low moan. Jake continued stroking faster and faster as his pleasure slowly began to build up. His knot swelled up quickly as he began pushing his finger into his tailhole, moaning a bit as he reached his knuckles, his finger rubbing along his prostate. He suddenly bit his lip a bit, holding back his howl as his member starts twitching, shooting thick white ropes of his seed onto the shower wall. He stands there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. He wiped the shower wall off after he could think straight again, finishing washing off and getting out of the shower. Standing in the fur dryer, the motion sensors turning it on and the air, cold at first and slowly turning warm, began to blow through his fur, drying it quickly. When the dryer turned off, he quickly brushed out the extremely poofy fur. He went to the counter where he'd placed his clothes, seeing the time on his watch he dressed quickly, walking out of the bathroom to the kitchen where his dad and brother were talking.
"Speak of the devil." Tom said as he turned to put the food onto the table. Red turning to see Jake walk through the door, setting his backpack next to Red's.
"Morning" Jake said.
"Morning" Tom and Red said in a reply simultaneously, Red saying it as if it were the first time this morning seeing his brother.
Jake sat at the table, Tom following suit. Their mother, Shaina, walking in,"ooh, what a nice looking breakfast hun, hope it tastes half as good as it looks" she said, smiling and sitting at the last chair next to Tom.
When Red got to school he met up with Ash, his boyfriend, in their usual place and chatted, sneaking off to the bathroom with him and locking the door. Red turned, pulling Ash closely and kissing him deeply. His tongue meeting with Ash's as their muzzles locked, only having enough time to make out, but later that night there would be more...much more...
Ash(or Ashley as he preferred his boyfriend, Red, to call him) is just your basic house cat, with tan fur, a more feminine body, and in private he'd sometimes wear skirts and other girls clothes which made Red horny beyond belief. He would also wear the collar that Red got him for their six month anniversary. The collar being a pink leather, with a purple tag in the shape of a heart that read "The Love of Red".
Ash and Red continued to make out passionately for about 5 - 10 minutes or so before they had to go to class, each going their own ways. The 2 of them not even having one class together. Red went to math and Ash went to science. Each one couldn't wait until that night. They were going to make love for the first time, and each one was very excited about it.
Jake spent the day, having found out that morning on the walk to school with Red, that Red wasn't coming home that night. Red was going to spend the night over at his boyfriend's house. Which left him alone in bed that night. In his 3rd hour class was when he decided he needed to get a boyfriend. "But who?", he thought. "All the other kids that are openly gay all have boyfriends.." he thought, sighing silently.
Later that day, during gym class, he looked at other guys in the locker room. Catching glimpses of some of their organs. Big and small, thick and thin, cut and uncut, he just wanted to get on his knees and get showered in cum from every one of them. He was damn near drooling at this one horse who happened to be standing 2 showers over. He finally caught himself getting hard and quickly finished cleaning, getting dressed and heading to his next class.
The rest of the day he couldn't get that horse out of his mind. He just couldn't think about anything other than those big furry orbs and that thick meat that was so big that it had slipped out of the horses sheath a few times while he was showering. He continued daydreaming through his last 2 classes.
After his last class he caught up with the horse, having gotten the balls to do what he wanted to do.
"Uh, hello, my names Jake" Jake said, nervously holding out his paw to the larger horse. The horse blinked, looking at the rather cute wolf, then his paw. He reached his paw out, taking the wolf's in his own and shaking it gently.
"Well hi there, nice to meet you Jake, my names James", the horse said. His body being well toned but not based around his muscles.
"Umm, can we talk somewhere uh, more private?" Jake said shyly.
"Sure", said James.
Jake led the horse to the bathroom, making sure no one else was in there before turning to the horse.
"Umm, w..would you uh, um be willing to..." Jake stuttered.
"Go out with you?", James finished bluntly. Jake damn near falling back on his head at how openly the horse stated it.
"Uh, y..yeah", Jake responded.
"I'd love to, I noticed you looking me over in the showers" James said with a bit of a wink. Jake's cheeks flushing severly.
"You will?" Jake asked.
"Yes" James said, handing Jake a little slip of paper with his phone number, "Call me cutey" James said before winking and leaving the restroom. Jake stood there a in shock. He had just asked out the hottest fur he'd ever seen, and he got a yes, and a phone number. It was only then that his heart started to race in excitement, "I HAVE BOYFRIEND!"he thought. Putting the paper in his pocket and leaving the school and walking home, having already gotten his backpack and stuff ready.
Red met up with Ash after classes in the parking lot."Ready?" Red asked. "Mmhmm", Ash replied as they started their walk to Ash's place.
Both of the 2 wolves have quite a night in store for them. What will happen with Red and Ash? Find out in the next chapter. As for Jake and the horse? Keep a lookout after the next chapter for Chapter 4 ^.\~.
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beginnings by dbj_rab | an old story that's a wip i've not looked at in a while, and decided to upload my older stories on here and on fa - The human whimpers as he crawls/runs into the darkness of the woods... afraid... crying as he runs..faster..faster..from the inevitability of his "curse.." He pants... trying to outrun | [
"M/M",
"Rabbit",
"Transformation",
"Wolf"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464040-beginnings | The human whimpers as he crawls/runs into the darkness of the woods... afraid... crying as he runs..faster..faster..from the inevitability of his "curse.."
He pants... trying to outrun whatever it is that's "chasing" him... "no no nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he shouts.. "I am not like that.. I am not one of you.." he cries.. tripping over a root, falling to the ground.
Heavy breathing is heard as the "beast" gets closer... He soon looms over the human.. eyes glaring at him.. "Why do you run little man? I am you.. this is what you truly are... do not fear it.. " the black stranger said..
The man whimpered.. "But why is this happening now?"..
"There is a change coming... and you need to be free... free to reveal your true self... which is what I am... you must face facts that you are a furry.." he said.. coming closer...
"Please.. this is so new to me.. I.. I've never experienced this before.." the man replied..
"Well just embrace your true soul little man... " the being said as he bent down to hug him close.. whispering.. "things will be just fine... you'll gain many new friends to help you out.. ".. hugging him closer... merging with him.. soon becoming one.. as a flash of light flares around his body.. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"WE are now one.. welcome to the furry world.." the being said as he disappeared...
Narik moaned as he emerged from the forest.. now noticing things sharper.. clearer.. closer..
He glanced down at his now furred naked form.. wondering in amazement and fear...
He moves his paws and flexed his wolf claws... growling softly.. feeling his tail move back and forth.. moved his paws softly over his body.. shivering as he caressed his now furry balls..and sheath...
He pants as he ponders what to do... wondering if he can still be the same... He soon decides to go home and rest.. "This is all a dream.. I'll be back to normal soon.." he thinks as he crawls into his window and climb into bed.. snoozing as his head hits the pillow.....
Narik woke up to the sun.. feeling nice and warm.. he pads into the bathroom.. and screams as he sees his furry form.. "AAAAAAHHHHH" thought it was a dream he thinks to himself..
He paces.. glancing at his paws.. wondering what to do... He glances out his window and hears several screams like his own.. a few newly frred furries rush out.. dashing around and knocking into each other...
"huh.. so I'm not the only one.." he thinks.. as he decides to head out and join his newly furred "brothers"..
He notices a rabbit leaning back.. shaking it's head.. "Hmm.. how come he's not going about like a lunatic?" Narik thinks as the wolf pads towards him...
"Hey friend.. do you know what's going on?" he asks as he approaches.
The rabbit merely nods. "well care to tell me?!? " Narik growled...
"Oh I could.. but doubt you'd understand.." the rabbit replies.. smiling softly...
"What ! why you.." Narik growled and made to lunge himself at the rabbit as the rabbit jumped over his head and landed behind him.. kicking him making him sprawl down on his face...
Narik growled a bit.. feeling his rage burning up.. but soon calms down...
"Ok fine.. be that way.." he said as he turned around and looked for others who were more... talkative..
The rabbit giggles slightly.. thinking.."Hmm cute wolf.." glancing as his swaying ass...
The rabbit sighed as he turned to head towards his home. He walked in and turned on his computer... "Such fools.." he thinks as he begins to log on and search for a chat room..
He soon finds the one he's looking for and starts to "talk".. clicking on his cam.. to make sure that those talking on other screen are actual furs and not humans posing and pretending to be one of them....
After chatting for a bit.. he leaves his computer on .. waiting for a download. He then studies a bit and takes a nap...
Meanwhile Narik was walking around..wondering what the fuck was going on..
He was so confused.. oh sure he felt something... he thought it was mainly spiritual thing that he had a wolf's soul.. but didn't think he was an actual fur.. freaks he used to call them... oh sure they gained pop popularity when they first surfaced.. mainly as sex objects.. which some haven't complained but lots wanted more and started to go back to their lives as normal.. most "humans" accepting them.. not knowing that it signaled their end of this world a the beginnings of a new one.. where the world will be thrusted back into the way it was and should have been....
Narik ponders this was we walks around.. wondering what to do.. He then decides to go back home...
He goes into his room and turns on his computer.. deciding to chat with others...
He logs in and goes in search of a room... "Hmm this looks promising.." he thinks.. wonder how easily fooled these guys can be? " he thinks.. deciding to play a joke with them all.. his supressed anger and human raising.. began to surface as he lured some furs into a promise of friendship.. claiming to be something he was not... something different... just for amusement...
Think I'll call myself a macro mutant... he thinks as he types and lures furs into his web of lies..
He laughs softly to himself as he picks up old pics he drew when he was feeling out of state and scanned them in.. He was taken back however by their encouragement that he should continue.. "i.. I should stop this..." he thinks... beginning to tell them that he was a fur but still mostly human at heart.....
He was again taken aback by their response.. "Huh.. these guys really are caring.. ". as he reads that they don't care.. as long as he remains true to himself and don't harm others in the process... Narik cries softly as he.. feels his anger exploding.. he then grows a bit out of it... doing things he wouldn't normally do as his evil persona took over.. ruining his life.. . "what's going on..?? why am I acting like this?" he thinks as he tries to regain control... |
A Tail for Two - Epilogue by invudontseeme | I turned to the last page of the book and read it loud and ... - I turned to the last page of the book and read it loud and proud. "And Nate and Cyd lived happily ever after. The End." Luke was sitting on my lap and reading from the | [
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"And Nate and Cyd lived happily ever after. The End."
Luke was sitting on my lap and reading from the book I held in front of us; the book that I wrote. Although he was only a few years old and couldn't even read, he loved to stare at the pages and pretend he knew what they said. My abnormally extensive tail was stretched out across his two tiny paws and he squeezed it every time he felt extra happy, sad, or just excited. Like father like son, right?
"But what did you do after that daddy?" Luke asked with an inquisitive expression. He was very smart for his age.
"After that, Cyd proposed to me and we got married," I replied, pushing down on his small, sweet nose.
"And after that?" he continued.
"After that we adopted a baby together."
"Was that me?" his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He knew the answer, but he loved being told he was part of the story, his favorite story.
"Yea that was you!" He jumped up higher into my arms and I pulled him in close to me. Although he was not my blood child, our bond wasn't any less than that. He meant more to me than anyone could ever imagine; he was one of the only two boys I'd ever share my life with.
I looked up and spotted Cyd staring shirtless in the hallway. His grin was unexplainably high and he was enjoying every second of the moment I was sharing with Luke. He loved our son just as much as I did, I could see it in his eyes every time that he saw Luke.
The scars from his bullet wounds were slowly fading away every day. They didn't bother him, nor I, but it was still nice to see them drift away. It was as if a piece of our past was moving on, but not being forgotten.
"Hey Luke, how about you go jump in bed for me and I'll be there to tuck you in in a sec, okay?" His gorgeous blue Husky eyes looked into mine and I couldn't help but let my mind bathe in his innocence. Although we all grow up so fast, we never lose that innocence that we keep stored deep within us, we only push it away. Having a son, or a child at all in fact, helps you regain control of your innocence; it was something that Cyd and I both finally got to grasp again.
Luke jumped off of my lap and quickly raced upstairs as if he was running in a marathon. Cyd and I both laughed at his immaturity before walking slowly into each other. I looked up at his flawless fur and he looked back down at me. We shared a kiss that somehow beat all the rest; just like the one before it had; it only got better and better.
"Enjoy the show?" I asked him sarcastically. He chucked a bit underneath his breath and nodded in concurrence.
"I think it's funny how he plays with your tail the same way I do," he replied.
"I guess it's a tail for two, huh?" We both laughed like kids with a crush, and exchanged looks once again.
"Look Nate, I wanted to say sorry for everything that happened." I held my finger up to his mouth, silencing him before he said any more.
"Shh, it's all in the past now."
"I know, but after you wrote your book, I can't stop thinking about-"I leaned forward and kissed his lips with as much passion as I had in my body. He put just as much effort back and we stood there for a good five minutes sharing our feelings for each other through action and not words.
"Now you have something else to think about, right?" He bit his lip and nodded in embarrassment. I loved seeing him blush. "I've got to go tuck Luke into bed, wait in bed for me okay?"
"Okay." I turned around and made my way towards the stairs, but, just as I expected, I was interrupted mid-flight. "Hey Nate?" Cyd asked from below.
"Yea?" I asked.
"I love you." I turned my head and looked down into his amazingly perfect blue eyes. A smile grew wide on my face and my heart grew butterflies like it was the first day we met. "I love you too, Cyd."
Cyd and I went through a lot together when we first met, but now things have changed. We've been married for about 15 years and adopted a gorgeous son that we named after my only brother. All has gone pretty good for us since then. Sure we have our fights and disagreements, just like any healthy relationship, but in the end we don't care who was right and who was wrong; we just love each other completely and remember how lucky we are to have each other again. I want to thank you all for taking the time to read this and to share this story with me. This is who I am and what I've become and I can't imagine it any other way. When I first introduced myself to you, I told you that I wasn't just a normal guy. I told you that my story wasn't like everyone else's. While that is still true, I can't help but tell you that my story ended like a fairy tell. As much as I hate to do it, I've got to end this story the only way that will fit my feelings perfectly.
Cyd and I lived happily ever after. The End.
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Well there you have it, AT42. Thank you to everyone who followed this story from start to finish, I also want to thank those of you who picked up this story half-way through and those who are just reading it for the first time ever. I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you had as much fun and as much of a ride as I did when writing it. I'm very sad that this is over and finished, but at the same time I'm very happy that I got to tell this story of Nate and Cyd. I love you all and without your support I would've never made it this far. Please, if you enjoyed this story, recommend it to your family, friends, and lovers. I'd also very much appreciate it if you could fav or rate or especially comment and tell me your thoughts on my story and my writing. I love you all and I can't thank you enough for your support.
In other news, I'd like to give a note of what I felt about this story. This story really hit home for me. It involved many events and aspects that happened to me in life while adding a lot more twists, suspense, and action into it. I hope that in one way or another I appealed to your emotions or your mindset. My goal when writing is to connect to you as people, even if it is for only one small moment in the story. Keep in mind that this was my first full story that I've ever written. I've been back to read it over and over again, and I can admit that I made many mistakes. There are many moments that I wish I could fix, many moments that I think i got too carried away, and many moments that I feel just didn't fit or shouldn't belong. But, this story is what it is, for both the good and the bad. And I will leave it just as it is now.
Thank you so much everyone. (: I love you all so much, and I hope to see you again soon (: Thanks for everything. I'm nothing without my fans \<3
SOOO much love from me to you,
Nate (: |
Pets: Chapter 6 by theonehowl | #6 of The Wolf Mistress - \_\_\_\_\_\_\_I'd like to apologize to anyone reading this that is reading the What Happens After series; it will be quite a while till we can get another chapter done; but I'll be updating Pets alot\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Jerrh woke up on the hard, cold ground. He felt like this | [
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Jerrh woke up on the hard, cold ground. He felt like this was almost the normal way to wake up somewhere, having no idea where or what time it was. He lifted off the ground and shook his head. It felt like he had fallen or even thrown to the ground. Something...something felt familiar about that one...thrown... He let out a sigh, not worrying about it. He was only a little sore, but he felt absolutely drained of energy. He was hungry. He finally managed to get on his feet and began walking down the hall towards a glow of candle light. It took him more than a minute to get there with his dragging pace. When he turned the corner, there was another hall. It was like the one he just walked down, except lit with candles and had locks on all the doors. He walked on, slightly afraid of what was in each of those rooms. He only made quick glances into the bar windows. He made sure to walk quietly and carefully. He could hear loud, deep breathing from some rooms and strange sounds that sounded like laughter in an alien form. On close examination, the locks had symbols carved in them. Jerrh finally understood that these cells held demonic creatures and spirits inside.
He was close to the end, just another few rooms left. Four more doors to pass on each side. A total of eight nightmares probably waiting for him to come by. Jerrh kept his breathing steady, his heart from beating too loudly. BAM! The third from last door on his right trembled from the massive force that must have hit it. Jerrh yelled out weakly and then set off a domino effect throughout the entire hall. Whatever was behind them all began beating on the doors in a war drum beat. The antagonizing sound of every creature pulling and tweaking the fear inside Jerrh set off his mind. He sprinted to the end. He turned. There were stairs and he sprinted up them too. He loved these stairs. They were stone, and they were warm from the light that a window behind shined down on them. They were like the holy steps out of hell. He opened the door and slammed it behind. He rested his back and caught his breath, getting control of his fear. Realizing there was no reason to be afraid, that they all were locked in, he opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen since he got here.
The sun shined out here. Jerrh's eyes adjusted quickly, as if they were as eager as him to see the beauty around him. The sunshine was more beautiful than ever, but it better reflected off the wonderful flowers and off the different shapes of cut hedges. He walked further into the clean cut patterns of the green world. The sun warmed his naked body and it felt natural to be in this nature world and feel warm. It must have a professional gardener to design and create this. He felt absolutely free and there was no reason to worry now that he was experiencing this beautiful world. He slowed down and began to flow down to his knees and then he turned to lie on his back.
He stared up into the blue sky. His eyes even got the pleasure to see milky clouds of different shape. He sighed. The sound of his breath mixed with the sound of grass blades being stepped on. Jerrh's mind was unable to even focus on anything else. The overwhelming feeling of being out in the free day distracted his almost broken mind. The person sat beside his head as he just went on looking and played his favorite game he used to play when there were clouds out. A furry hand petted his head as he just went on starring up. His smile softened when there was a comforting touch. The voice was so soft, so sweet, that it didn't even interrupt Jerrh's blissful state.
"A truly beautiful place, isn't it?" Jerrh closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes...it is..." he answered. The soft smile faded away and his lips depressed to make his expression of disappointment. He was comprehending, in a very calm manner, who it was that was sitting beside him. "Mistress..." "I need to make better care of keeping you in your room." "Does that make you angry...that I can get out of your stupid prison? You know I don't want to call you that..." "No, I'm not angry, just disappointed with the maid...." He noticed she ignored his complaint completely. "I hate calling you that...why can't I stop?" He was absolutely calm; it was probably the whole garden that calmed him like this. "It's just programmed into you. You will never stop. But if it would make you feel better, that is actually my name. You can think of it that way..." It didn't make him feel much better, but it made it easier to carry on the conversation. "Why do you want us here?" He heard her sigh. "You don't remember being up on the stage? You don't remember me making the first and only bid at the auction?" Auction? He couldn't really remember anything past the time he woke up here. He never really had time to think of anything while he was here.
"I don't." "Well, it is a good thing that I asked for and read up on the background of both of you." Jerrh turned enough to look up at Mistress. She was looking at him, something was in her eyes. He was so unsure what it was, so confused. She looked straight, away from his eyes, for reasons he could not say. "You both were enjoying the feel of being on your own in the Terex cities. Well, a year after you moved into a rental in the village, a Terex gang came through and pillaged the city real good. It took the whole army of Terex to blow away the main resistance and then the rest just kind of split up. The army hunted down most of what was left." Jerrh couldn't resist the involuntary movement of rolling onto his stomach to look at her as he listened.
"You were both captured along with a very large number of handsome or beautiful or even cute civilians. That's all I really know about your capture, but I have a feeling of how amnesia would come about it. The slave traders usually drug everybody up with lots of inertia fruits. They probably mixed types and different doses." She looked down at him, her hand caressed over his head. He didn't shy away from it or fear it. He needed it. These words of his world crumbling were very powerful and sad. He didn't doubt them, there was no way to disprove her and the way she said it. He felt no doubt inside.
He and Dice almost had a good life of growing up. They were going to go get schooling, then even maybe part ways to start each other's very own life, but still be good friends forever. As she pet and looked at him with what he could only say was adoration, she spoke on, "They were much disorganized as they were hunted. That is how I assume they did this to you. I took you both in. I saw both of you on the stage, and knew every hungry eye feasting on you would have had trials much more unpleasant than my playful ones." Jerrh twisted his head away from her look, spite growing in him as he recalled all of her 'playful' events. But his head did not successfully leave the comforting hand of the wolf mistress.
"All my fun isn't as bad as you think it is. You would like it, if you would give in and submit to me. Let me show you the deep desires inside of yourself that you hide." He pushed her hand away, still not looking at her. "You can keep your perverted pleasures. I wish to have nothing to do with them anymore." Her hand grasped his chin firmly and pulled him to look at her. He didn't mean to, but he looked at her eyes. They weren't as captivating this time as he remembered, but they still were full of so much power. "This is a perverse world, whether you like it or not. I have bought you for a very admirable price. It was so high, no one even dared to out-bid it. I think if I were patient, I could have gotten you cheaper-" "If it's about money, then let me work it off. I'll do anything except your perverted little acts. I'm good at many things and I work hard." Jerrh was determined to talk this out. She seemed so understandable.
"No, it's not about money." Her hold tightened just slightly. "I want you. I don't want my money, I wanted both of you and I will keep you as I wish." Jerrh watched her close her eyes and sigh. The hold loosened and then let go. She looked at him again, and what seemed like sincerity rested in her eyes. Her hand caressed under his chin, and slightly beckoned his head to move up. Jerrh was leaning without really understanding why. She moved around to where she was standing on her knees, bringing him to meet her. She leaned her wolf muzzle down to whisper into his ear.
"I will show you the wonders of submitting to me..." Both of their eyes were closed. His tail only moved back and forth so slow, just so he could defend and say it wasn't wagging. "I never want to submit to you..." he didn't know why he didn't scream the words. He didn't know why he wasn't pulling away and running for an exit. Why couldn't he stop inhaling her scent, stop caressing her sides with his hands? He couldn't see the smile that curved on her lips. "You don't have to, my pet. I will make you submit every time. You never have to loose your will. If I let you keep it, will you stay here and take the suffering of my games?" He tried hard to understand this deal. If he stayed willingly, he would get to keep his free will? "What if I don't?" "Then I will completely break you with the best of my tortures. And please...do not underestimate them. I want you to make the right choice for yourself." She kissed on his little ear, taking him and bringing him close to her. He felt the wonderful cushion of her breast on his bare chest.
His tail wagged a little faster now. He was completely helpless, laying in her arms. Her paw reached down and pinched the base of his tail. He shivered, on the verge of complete convulsions. His voice was breathless, "How did you know?" She made a deep, soft laugh. "I know many things about you, my pet. You are mine, why shouldn't I know this?" The paw on his tail base clawed up his back and held his neck. She leaned her head back and guided him to kiss her deeply. Her mouth completely took over his. She sucked in his tongue, licked at it, nibbled on it. She did it all and was so dominating while she did it. He could only shiver and moan at every little slip and flip her tongue made in his mouth.
She pulled away and looked down at him as he laid against her. Her smile was warm and her eyes held interest. "This is how you will submit to me. I will take it from you every time. You will never do it willingly, unless you want to." His eyes looked at her, as if he were drugged. "Never," he breathed. She made a small laugh. "It's so cute how you think you can resist forever." She kissed at his chin, her hand arching his head up for access. "So cute," she breathed at him and kisses down his neck. "But you are mine..." Her teeth sank into his tight nipple. He cringed at the shocking pain. "Ahhh....rhhh..." He breathed past the pain. She licked at it lovingly then. More shivers erupted through his body and he felt so weak now. He could do nothing. He only felt like begging for more and he wouldn't do that.
She finished licking on his nipple. His eyes were closed the whole time as she moved back to standing on her knees, looking down at him. Her hand guided his head as she spoke, "Now, time for you to learn how to suck your Mistress' breasts." His muzzle hit her nipple and it automatically opened and sucked her in his mouth. He feasted on her like he hungered for nothing else in the world. She gasped; surprised by how fast and good he had carried out her command. His teeth brushed her tit in just the right way. His hard and eager sucking just made it feel like her breast was going to melt into his mouth. She only slightly shivered as she looked down. She smiled and petted his head.
He made the most wonderful sounds that increased her arousal, sounds that were very pathetic and adorable. She couldn't resist the moisture that filled her sex. She loved the way his tongue would go out and cup her tit as he just sucked. The wolf mistress couldn't quite understand how he was so good at it. She was breathing faster now and moaning. How did he get so good? "Ohh...Oh godd..." She could feel herself drip onto the open ground. It had been very long since she felt someone so good at this. She even...yes....she felt herself lactate into his mouth.
He moaned louder as he tasted her. Her expression was so surprised. He had sucked and tightened it to the point of her just leaking into his mouth. "HeH!...hehhhh..." her gasps were so uneven and out of control. She only felt this once in her life. "OOOooh, God...don't stop!!" Both of her hands wrapped themselves around his head and urged him on. Jerrh sucked on and on.
He sucked and drank away the squirts that erupted into his maw. He felt so aroused and yet, wanted more of her breasts. He had wanted these for so long. His other hand had been squeezing and pinching at the other nipple. He pressed the erection he had against Mistress' sex. It was so wet. The warm juices slid against his cock and he just grinded it against her harder. It pulled a moan from her and he sucked hard on her again, sucking down more juices from her tit. She pulled his head away, making him look at her. "Fuck me now, slave." She practically growled the command down at him. He nodded as best as he could as he breathed in the air. She layed down against the grass, grabbing his hips and pulling him on top of her. He didn't wait for anything. He slid right into her tight slit. Her claws grabbed at the sides of his lower back as she filled the whole garden with sounds of pleasure.
Jerrh drove his hips past the overwhelming sensation of his slick member sliding in to her warm, wet sex. He heard and even felt the growl of the wolf under him. He could feel her want, her need for him in ways he never imagined. The only thing he knew right now were the feelings driving him and just thrusting harder to get each and every one of those sensations. He wanted to feel more, more pleasure. Jerrh was grabbing at her shoulder and side, squeezing her fur in between his fingers. "..GOD...HARDER!" she screamed at him. The adrenaline obeyed her words as he practically pulled her over his shaft harder as she wished. He leaned down next to her head as he kept pumping into her. He whispered hoarsely, "Why...am I doing this?" She grabbed the back of his head and replied to his ear.
"Because you want it..." Climax took Jerrh completely by surprised. The world went almost completely white. Basic instinct made his teeth sink to his Mistress' shoulder. The sudden jolt of pain stabbing into the pool of pleasure made the wolf mistress over flow. Her sex clamped down on Jerrh's, and he suddenly couldn't move into her anymore. It was so tight. He felt hot fluids explode over his member and could even tell his own were amongst the flowing liquids. His teeth let go of his mistress. Jerrh's entire body went completely limp against her. "That..." he breathed to get his words back to working order. She held his limp and helpless body against her. "That was my first time...Mistress." His eyes looked up at her, his head lying on its side as it layed on her upper chest. There was just a vulnerable feel to the way his eyes looked at her.
She smiled and wrapped her limbs around him. They layed in the warm sun. She nuzzled on his head as she showed the affection she thought her pet needed...
Dice closed the heavy wood door behind her. Her gaze stayed forward as she walked into the room further. There were a few silver swing bars hanging by chains from the ceilings, and there was one luxurious bed, with silk curtains hanging from far above the it. It was colored in very light purples and greens. "You called, Master Daeo?" Dice asked. She felt very nervous, and still excitement was creeping deep inside her. "Yes," Daeo sounded from under the sheets. He turned up to look at Dice, who was standing with her hands clasped behind her back. "I wanted you personally to make a visit to my quarters so we could..." He threw the covers to his side open. "Get to know each other better." His smirk promised everything dark that Dice could think of and maybe something more. Dice only expected some kind of game of sex anyways.
Still she went with it. She really didn't have a choice, but she chose with the free will she had. It wasn't like everything she had gone through was exactly bad. A game of sex might not be too bad at the moment. She kicked off her black slippers after she walked next to the bed. Then she climbed into the bed, letting Master Daeo hold the sheets for her. "Such a gentleman..." she said and blushed, her head slightly lowering in a cute, shy way. Daeo still had the same smirk on his face after he let the sheets lay back over her. His right arm tugged at her right and his left went over her shoulders when she was close to him. "I'm much more than that..." His smirk spread to a toothy grin. Dice couldn't resist a giggle from the flirtatious charm. The maid crown on her head made her act like a girl, but this was Dice. She had figured that out after a while of wearing it. All her actions and reactions are just translated and changed into a female version of what he does and will do.
She cuddled close under his arm, and smiled a cute smile. "How would you like to get to know me better, Master?" Daeo couldn't deny the lust he felt for the baby doll eyes and the fact she was a complete cross-dressing, cute little male mouse. Dice's body, attitude, and current wardrobe were the perfect symbol of Daeo's most intimate fetish. His mouth even watered to sexually feast on the little mouse beside him. "I would like to know why you serve Mistress so willingly. We never got to the third level of our games before you gave in. I would like to know why..." The arm around Dice's shoulder was caressing up and down. It gave the little mouse chills. "Well..." Dice actually had to think about her answer. She no longer acted with the flow of the controlling item on her head. She had to think with her mind for once in a long while. "It felt so good. I couldn't resist the...the...just the dark pleasure of giving in and doing all these things that I thought were just so wrong. I always thought from afar that these acts were just twisted and sick, but it feels so good to be twisted and sick. Dark pleasure is the only word for what I feel right now as I give in willingly, Master."
Daeo watched her as she answered, her head and gaze shying away from his observing eyes. He held a passive expression on his face and now it was his smirk once again. "Ok," he nodded, "now tell me; what was your favorite game? Be truthful. A good pet should never lie to his or her Master or Mistress just because you're afraid of a displeasing answer. You should be a trustworthy pet." Dice nodded. "Good girl." The way he said it made an electric pleasure run down her spine. She took a deep breath. She was blushing so badly. "It was..." She closed her eyes to focus pass the blushing. "It was when...I had to..." "Yes..?" "It was when I had to..." She said the final words just quiet enough for him to hear. "-suck you off all day." Daeo laughed softly to himself.
"Why did you like that so much?" Dice made a slight whimper when he asked more of the embarrassing questions. "Because...I secretly like...like..." Daeo finished for her. "Cock?" Dice's face couldn't be anymore red. She nodded anyways. He smiled and laughed softly to himself. "Good girl." She felt the electric feeling again as her cheeks burned. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. She made a cute little 'ooo' sound as her head arched up for more. She felt so dominated. Daeo took the initiative and kissed under her chin and along her throat. He was a few inches taller and had just the perfect advantage to access, but not too big to be clumsy. His left arm curled to take possession of her and his right hand reached down to cup her balls through the cotton panties. He felt her erection. He pulled back from the kissing and said, "Someone's already excited." She only moaned. His hand slipped down her panties and grasped at her furry balls. She moaned out loud. "Do you really like sucking on my cock?" She breathed through her nose and responded with an "mmhmm". "Well, you're going to have the pleasure of learning to please your owner and the pleasure to suck me." She breathed more. "Yesss...." "But first, I'm going to let you cum first." He threw back the covers to expose both of them. Daeo had his black, tight thong on and Dice was still in her maid costume. "I want to watch you undress." Dice nodded, blushing again. Daeo pulled away and sat up in the bed to watch her.
She kept her gaze away in a shy, cute manner. She took off the maid top, showing a bra covering a very flat chest. She unclasped the bra and pulled off the skirt. When it was off she was stopped from taking off the next clothing. "Wait, leave the garters... I'll take care of the panties." Daeo reached out with his claws and cut the panties away and threw them aside. Dice was now lying there in the bed with only black garters attached to black pantyhose covering her legs. Daeo got on all fours as he stalked around to where he was now at Dice's feet. He began crawling up closer to her. Once close enough, his mouth jumped at her mouth and took her into a deep kiss. His long bat tongue crawled around and in places Dice never thought a tongue could go. Her eyes rolled back a little as she moaned in the bat's mouth. His hands caressed up the smooth texture of the black pantyhose.
Daeo pulled away from the trembling mouse's lips. He made light kisses over the mouse's chest. He quickly and carefully pierced a nipple with a pair of his fangs. Dice gasped loudly, making stuttering noises of 'aw' at what had just happened to her. She relaxed back into the bed after a few seconds. Daeo then reached out and pulled a silver ring from on top of his drawer. He slipped it through the maid's nipple, all the while licking it clean. Daeo pulled back, slightly panting as he watched the mouse's body in lust. Dice was now one of the most attractive things he had ever seen. Daeo wanted the mouse and wanted her now.
The bat pounced on top of her. He took her legs and lifted them up while saying, "We're going to have to skip the lesson..." The lust in his voice was unmistakable. "W-why?" Dice asked anyways. Daeo was only inches away from Dice's face. His bat hand was caressing the side of her face lovingly. "Because I can't stand not taking you for another second. You...you are so desirable right now, Pet. You weaken me through my most intense desires..." Daeo closed his eyes as he nuzzled the mouse close. "We will make love rather than have sex. I want it..." He pulled away, looking into her eyes. She nodded and smiled with a blush. "Caress my shaft, lube it with my precum, my pet" Daeo pushed his hips close enough for her. She reached down and stroked and caressed and smothered it with her delicate hand. He pulled away, slightly crippled by the intense feeling of her hand, and positioned her asshole in front of his shaft's tip. His mouth had strings of drool falling down onto her furry sac. She shivered when she felt the little wet drips. Daeo was ready to take her, so ready.... |
Drunken morning by Sephirem23 | First time writing most anything so be gentle, but other wise I'll take constructive criticism. So first off this is a story based off a DnD universe my DM has been running me through so before anyone asks for a sequel (ok that sounded arrogant, sorry) I haven't even played these characters but I | [
"Anal",
"Domination/Submission",
"Dragon",
"Human",
"M/M",
"Minor Bondage",
"Oral"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97650-drunken-morning | First time writing most anything so be gentle, but other wise I'll take constructive criticism. So first off this is a story based off a DnD universe my DM has been running me through so before anyone asks for a sequel (ok that sounded arrogant, sorry) I haven't even played these characters but I plan to ;p
Phillip slowly drifted back to consciousness from his drunken slumber, he'd had a few too many drinks last night remembering very little of it or what had happened in the past few days for that matter. Thinking back to what he could remember he is Phillip Wingward the son of Jerred and Jen Wingward, half bronze dragon and an accomplished rogue. His right arm was pinned under something warm and pressed against his body it was for the most part soft and very pleasant feeling. groggily he opened his iridescent green eyes to see what prize he had appearently taken to bed with him, it had short brown hair, dark tan skin it was obviously human. Smirking to himself in triumph cause it was well built very muscular quiet abit smaller then he was but then most humans are smaller then eight feet, he slid his hand up the human's stomac very well toned to grab a hand full of mammal boob only to find a strong pectoral. Blinking rapidly he sniffed the human it smelled like a.. Male. Quickly shifting to look closer at it and visualy comfirmed that in fact it was male but not just that it was Loof one of his party members, the fighter that claimed to be a monk! Phillip's not so subtle motions had woken Loof who looked up just as sleepily as Phillip had earlier only shoot out of the bed they had shared with a yelp followed by Phillip who leaped to the other side of the bed.
"Oh god! Did we?!" Loof started "I.. I don't know! I can't remember!" Phillip quickly answered They both stood there not looking at one another both panicked trying to remember what had happened in the night neither one thinking to the fact that they were still clad in their undergarments. After a pregnant moment of thinking Phillip spoke again, "I can't remember anything, i don't know if we did anything but I'm pretty sure we did all things considered. I'm not even sure if it was any good, though given my lineage I can pretty much be assured I was awesome." He finished with the utmost confidence as he was never known for being humble, and with his father and mother ascending to godhood for their breeding it gave him some basis for his arrogance. "What?! Your just going to assume that just because your parents are gods now, that you inheret their bedroom ablities?" Loof now distracted by a preceived slight. "You can't remember but what if you were crap and I was awesome."
"Oh ho, is that a challenge?" Phillip retorted while never actually being with a male before last night he had in fact thought of many times mounting one of his many brothers, if not for the edict of his father that none of them were to mate with their siblings and now this human had all but offered his hole to be opened by his dragonhood. Loof wasn't too bad looking either a stong build tan skin about six feet tall a tatoo of a longsword over his left eye that fit his face so nicely and those beautiful brown eyes. Phillip's sheath was starting to fill with excitement at the thoughts and revalations of the appearnce of the mostly nake human in front of him, he need only though him on the bed and pump him with his fourteen inch cock until he blew inside.
"Your damn right that's a challenge! Rock paper scissors for top position." Loof returned he'd been with incountable women and several men but never with a half dragon least not that he knew of, It helped that Phillip had a nice tight body not ripped like Loof but still strong no hair his scales were a dark bronze almost a red orange the under scales a sharp contrast of light silver his horns a fading white to black decorated the back of his head like a ceremonial headdress. His wings were most striking his bronzed scale contrasting the silver colored membrane between the finger like bones. Holding his hands out in for the quick game for top position Phillip grinned knowing that he could easily beat Loof in such a competition. Striking there hands once, twice, but both pause on the third then glared at each other. "You paused!!" Loof accused Phillip "So did you!" He shot back "OK fine try again." Again there fists pump twice but pause on the third, Phillip's blood getting heated as again his trick was used on him. "Stop pausing!"
"You first!" Loof was never know for being patient was already fustrated that he wasn't winning the game, they began one more time and again they paused on the third drop. Phillip's blood was boiling with anger and hot anticipation lunged across the bed to get his meat, thinking that he was a dragon why should he play anymore games to get his rocks off. His attempt to grab the fighter wound up with the human grabbing the dragons hand and flipping him back first onto the bed, as the wrestling match began. At first Phillip thought this would easily be turned back to his favor he was bigger, stronger hell he was a dragon the rightful rulers of the world, but after several failed attempts to over power the fighter and put him under his body for proper fucking. He began to panic as it was becoming clearer by the moment that he wasn't going to win this fight, he had already figuritively screwed himself and if he couldn't get away soon he'd be literaly. After a good two minutes of hard wrestling his efforts had been in vain as his right was now tied to the bed post his left tied to his tail and to the bed frame his right foot had just finished getting tied down another part of the bed frame. Leaving his left leg the only appendage left free, Loof having just finished with the right leg climbed up on to Phillip's heaving chest. "It's amazing what one can do with bed sheets." He snickered as the dragon face said it all with fear and loathing knowing that he a fucking dragon decendent had just been dominated by a lowly, common human. "Can we talk about this?" Phillip pleaded "Maybe another game? Like, like chess?" Loof just gave him a half smirk now knowing the dragon defeated slid down his body examining the silk boxxers the dragon wore they were purple with many smily faces and the word across the front saying "Home of the Whopper". The human got up off the bed and walked to the dragons gear lumped in a corner, pulling out a dagger smiling widely. "Checkers!? Poker, craps!?" Phillip grimaced at the last two knowing that they were about to play poker in HIS craps. "Oh come on..." He banged his head against the pillow so graciously placed behind his head at his poor choise of words.
"Don't quirm I'd hate to nick one of your pretty scales." Loof cooed slightly mockingly but more warningly, Phillip stopped moving out of fear and humiliation but could help but watch as the human cut the right leg of his shorts oh so carefully."Now that wasn't so bad now was it?" "That's not the part I'm worried about.." Phillip answered surprising candidly all of his confidence was gone and he began to shake nervously. Pulling off the remains of the boxxers he paused and looked up confused to the bound, shaking, nervous, and humiliated dragon. "Property of Nygel McQueen?" Phillip closed his eyes and tried to bury his face in the pillow how could he ever look himself in the mirror again, he'd all but forgotten the letters scratched permanatly into his sack of the King claiming his testicals. He felt the human crawl up his body so warm and pleasant it was a pity he was going to claim his anal virginity, a hand caressed his burning cheek petting it softly. "You poor dear the king caught you, maybe I can make you feel a little better." The human spoke in a kind, caring tone Phillip dare to hope that the fighter would find the kindness to let him go and forget the whole thing.
His eyes nearly shot out of his head when he felt something hot and wet on his deflated sheath, looking down his body he saw the human's tongue lapping apon the slowly inflating cock holster. All he could do was stare and curl his toes as the human teased and coaxed his member to come out of it's hiding hole, when the tip began to escape the fighter gave it a quick peck which caused the rouge to gasp as his eyes roll back into his head. With all the attention paid to it the dragon member rapidly extented to it fullest potential and leaking like a tear in a water skin. Phillip was so distracted that he didn't notice Loof remove his own briefs releasing his nine inch dowsing rod and it was ready to dive into the dragon's well of delights. The dragon laying in almost unbearable state of bliss and euphoria felt the human's hand rubbing at the tip of the bronze toned cock, Loof had begun to coat the member with it's own precum that was a great abundance and was taking big hand fulls of the pre that had puddled on the dragon's silver belly. He would apply the slick yet sticky substance to his tanned penis getting it good and lubed for his soon to be plundered Bronze companion. Loof moved into position while keeping one hand on the massive dragon shaft he guided his to the puckered hole, he took the bronze tip in his mouth sucking hard cause Phillip to cry out. When he cried out Loof sank his tip into the unexpecting dragon hole causing the fighter to release the tip and groan feeling the tight hot hole envelope his head.
The dragon suddenly realized what happened and wimpered quietly feeling the maleness now only just piercing his inexperrienced tailhole. Loof scooped up more of the dragon pre with one hand while with his thumb rubbed under the helm of the large cock kept Phillip pumping out the lube he was applying again for his next thrust. The dragon hadn't thought he could be more humilated when he was tied down but now knowing that he was being mounted by a human but to make it worse he was using Phillip's own precum as the lube. He couldn't dwell to long on the thought as Loof gave the dragon a long stroke and pushed another inch inside, The rogue kept quiet biting his lip like some many of the females he had fucked before had done. The irony of the technque wasn't lost on Phillip as he fully realized he was the woman now he was the bitch, Loof pulled back slightly just to push another inch inside the dragon's cock flex and forced Phil to choke back a moan.
The fighter had started scraping the puddles of pre down past the dragon's large tagged testicals pouring it down on the partialy buried member. The next two inches he was able to choke back his moans but when Loof sank the sixth inch he could restrain himself letting out a long groan as he was started to enjoy what Loof was doing to him. Hearing the lovely noise the dragon made in responce to his thrust he desided to up the pace, drawing back to the head which caused the poor confused dragon to whimper patheticly. Using even more pre to grease up the exposed shaft adjusting his hips for maximum thrust while grabbing the massive rod at the base using it for leverage, then in one motion he pulled on the dragon member and rammed his own all the way to the base. Phillip cried out in pain as his huge manhood was yanked and hilted, whimpered as the pulling of his great tower felt like he was going to rip it off the anal far more bearable. Loof pull out half of his lenth while his hands glided up to the top of the dragon's great spear, thrusting violently foreward pulling his hands down the massive shaft Phillip cried out again in pain with a slight twinge of please mixxed. He hated to admit it but the shaft in his rear was where the pleasure was eminating from, feeling the human draw back and the hands slide up he dreaded and longed for what was about to happen. The fighter started slowly but quickly pick up the pace loving the grunts, groans, and whimpers of the larger man, and those sounds with cock flexing was all Phillip could do in a mix of tortured ecstasy. With every thrust the dragon's penis felt like it would be ripped off and his rear would explode in delight, the dragon's left foot slipped off the side of the bed reminding him that his one leg was still free.
Suddenly remembering his one leg was free he wrapped it around the human's waist in hopes that him pulling him in with it might ease the use of his poor abused member. Feeling the scaled leg wrap about him Loof smile triumphily knowing that now the dragon wanted him to fuck him to cum in his tailhole, letting Phillip guide his rapid thrust's he stroking the large meat protruding from the dragon's hips. They continued to hump in unision Phillip maintained the previous speed with his leg out of fear of abuse to return to his cock, and loving the friction in his bowls scraping along his prostrate. Loof felt the familar twinge in his balls before he could say anything he errupted pouring his seed deep into the poor broken dragon's tailhole, who felt the sudden splash of hot fluids in his rectum it felt wonderful to be filled up now seeing why women love to go bareback. But dispite the magnifient feeling he was recieving he sat just at the apex unable to reach orgasm, desperate for his own release he tried thrusting his rear against the spewing prick pulling the fighter tight and whining loudly. "Oh, GAWDS!! LET ME CUM!!!"
Panting but not one to deny a good fuck a mutual release Loof bent foreward inmpossibly far taking the dragon's desprite spike into his mouth licking the slit on the tip. The sensation was more then enough grant the poor over stimulated dragon his release, the first blast physical blew the fighter off the hose was drinking from. In amazed shock he watched the person cannon shot each shot he could see each load move up the dragon wand and shot after shot landed on the gooey dragon's chest and neck. After firing the last drop from the large orbs between the dragon's legs they sat in place enjoying the after glow of great sex, Loof licking his lips tasting sea salt he took a deep breath. "Now I will have say you were awesome, you are a great fuck." "I.. Hate... You... so much." He mumbled his thinking that he could get used to that but would never admit it. |
The Spyro Chronicles Chapter 23: Love and War by NewLegend1 | #23 of The Spyro Chronicles - Here is the 23rd installment of the Spyro Chronicles. I am happy that this one came out a lot faster then its predecessor. Problem is, I keep making them longer and longer and it is taking more time to type them. This one is relatively short, but I am trying to get | [
"Dragon",
"Dragoness",
"Human",
"Hybrid",
"M/F",
"Military"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51546-the-spyro-chronicles-chapter-23-love-and-war | Here is the 23rd installment of the Spyro Chronicles. I am happy that this one came out a lot faster then its predecessor. Problem is, I keep making them longer and longer and it is taking more time to type them. This one is relatively short, but I am trying to get these out as fast as possible.
WARNING: This chapter contains material not suited for people under the age of 18. It contains graphic depictions of dragon intercourse and should be viewed by a more mature audience. However, if you feel you can read this without being caught, then I cannot stop you. Just don't sue me if you get caught.
Chapter 23: Love and War
Spyro sat there, in his own dreams. He saw familiar faces around him, Sparx's, Ignitus's, and a few others. The one that brought happiness to him the most was Cynder's. Her face was so perfect and those eyes, they shown like two pits of joy. He heard her say something, it sounded like "Spyro..."
He opened his eyes and saw a figure above him. As his vision became focused he saw that it was a dragon, more then a dragon, it was Cynder. Cynder saw him awake and grasped him into a hug before he could even say hello.
"Oh Spyro... I missed you so much!" Cynder sobbed, grasping Spyro rather hard.
"Cynder... I missed you too! I was stupid to leave you like that, will you ever forgive me?"
Spyro felt a stab of pain as Cynder used to paw to slap him. He looked at her confused right before she locked him into a long kiss, their tongues leaving their mouths and dancing in sheer bliss with each other.
They both sat in Spyro's room, locked in their love. Spyro began to rub the scales on her back and got a nice murr in response from her. She began to moan seductively and Spyro started to smell a scent in the air. He smiled as he smelled it and started to nibble at her neck and massage her back. She gave him a low moan which was starting to get louder and louder.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere else..." Spyro whispered to Cynder who whimpered in disappointment. Spyro chuckled and lead her out of the room and over the forest.
As they flew towards the base of the cliff the temple was perched on, Cynder eyed Spyro hungrily. She wanted him badly, but she didn't want to be too dominating over him, though she wanted him BADLY. She had to have him. She could however, start off on her accord though...
She flew closer to Spyro and grabbed him in mid flight. He yelped in startle as she started to tickle him as he had before. He lost altitude as he began to laugh and struggle under Cynder's attack.
"No, Cynder, stop! Ah... please... stop!" He managed to say in between laughs. He finally lost enough altitude to where he hit the top of a mushroom and Cynder was knocked off of him and they both tumbled to the ground. Spyro looked up and clutched his head, for he landed on it. He looked over and saw Cynder lying on the ground. At first he was worried and dashed over to her. She lie face down in the grass and when he turned her over he found her laughing hysterically.
She launched herself onto him and they both rolled in the grass with each other, laughing. Finally they came to where Cynder was lying on the ground and Spyro was on top of her. Her arousal was really apparent now and Spyro himself had been yearning for some action. He chuckled above her and she shot him a seductive glance.
Cynder could feel something tickle her belly and she noticed Spyro's meat slipping out of its sheath and throbbing over her scales. She felt a wave of joy wash over her and she could feel her heart thump. She looked Spyro in the eyes and he did likewise. They both moved their muzzles closer and preformed a short kiss. Once they broke it, Spyro saw Cynder mouth the words "take me". He smiled and obliged her silent request.
She let out a small and mute moan as Spyro slowly slipped into her depths. He felt that all too familiar warmth engulf his member as it went to its full length inside of her. She sat there, her mouth hanging open as she adjusted to the feeling of Spyro being inside of her.
Spyro slowly slid his member in and out of her, slowly picking up pace. Cynder started to emit a low moan as Spyro continuously entered her from that position. Spyro fringed as he felt the pleasure rocket through his senses, his member was engulfed in the warmth of Cynder's sex. He too let out a moan as he continued to thrust into her.
"Oh... Spyro... don't... stop... agh..." Cynder whimpered as he continuously entered her over and over again. His pre was lubricating her insides and a trickle of juices began to flow from the scene. Their aroma was flowing from them and filling the air around them, much to Spyro's liking. Her stench filled his nostrils and he lustfully began to lick her neck and started to massage her belly scales. She started to breathe faster and a lustful smile was plastered on her face as their love engulfed them.
Spyro inched closer to Cynder's muzzle as did she. They opened their jaws and their tongues came out and began to dance with each other, wrapping themselves in an embrace. Cynder let out a jet of hot fumes from her open muzzle as the pleasure rocketed through her very being, causing her to shudder every time Spyro rammed himself into her. She was in a state of sheer bliss. She never wanted it to end. However, there were other plans in store for her.
Spyro began to buck as he kept inserting himself into her. Her walls clenched on him and it caused him to feel pressure rocket through his member. He was nearing climax, though he didn't want this feeling to end. He was sure that Cynder felt the same thing, and he would try his best to keep it going as long as possible.
However, he felt his cock twitch inside of her and the next thing he knew, he was roaring as jets of hot dragon cum rocketed into Cynder's ready sex. She screamed as she felt the hot liquid fill her. She let loose her own orgasm at that moment, her juices gushing from her slit and onto Spyro's belly.
After a minute of recovering from the long awaited orgasm, Spyro pulled himself out of Cynder, his member slowly retreating into the protective sheath in which it had come out of.
"Oh... Spyro... that was... good..." Cynder managed to say in between breathes. Spyro smiled and kissed her on the cheek before responding.
"I'm glad you liked it... only for you would I do that..." He responded in a nice and seductive tone. She giggled and returned his kiss.
After a few minutes of basking in their afterglow, Spyro got up and Cynder quickly followed suit.
"Well, let's get cleaned up, I'm sure they are going to need us back right about now." Spyro said disappointingly.
"Right, we should get going..." Cynder said just as sad. They both smiled and Spyro and Cynder both went to the Silver River and cleaned each other's scales. Cynder started to massage Spyro but Spyro turned it down.
"We just did it, do you want another go?"
"Ah come on you horny dragon, can't I just massage you?" She asked jokingly.
"Yeah, but your claws feel so heavenly I can't help but get like that." Spyro replied. Cynder couldn't help but laugh at him. He looked at her as she laughed. They finished cleaning up and ascended back to the temple.
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Lt. Wagner walked over to the balcony and saw Spyro and Cynder fly off into the distance. He didn't know where they were going but he had an idea. He had seen them flying off before and return with a certain scent on them. It was a faint one, but he could still smell the after effects of their time together.
He chuckled as he walked through the halls and to the CP which was set up in the network of tunnels that ran through the base of the temple. Many were natural, made by animals to access warm sleeping areas. Now they would serve as a nice, calm resting place for the Marines and Lakadors.
As Wagner entered the CP, he noted all the survivors. From Task Force 1, he still had Karson, Allison, Henderson, Linburg, Powers, Spears, Prozjowski, Ackmar, Bertan and Prince. Task Force 2, which they recovered from the crash site, consisted of Lt. Buckman, SSgt. Jason, Sgt. Malarkey, Pvt. Tamez, Pvt. Riley, Cpl. Anderson, Pvt. Picante, Pvt. Mclowsky and Pvt. O'Brian. Wagner was really excited about Jackie Mclowsky, she was a Corpsmen. A medic. That was what they really needed and now they had one. The Lakadors had four of them, including Yahade'. Sondohwa, Gardenah, and Mitinie made up the other three Lakadors. He still had trouble pronouncing the names of the Lakadors, but he knew he would get them some time.
They had at least 18 Marines, 4 Lakadors, and 2 dragons on their side. This seemed a bit better in odds with them facing possibly hundreds of apes and Plague. They had a better chance of surviving a "gorilla" war against them. Now their chances were greatly improved with the now recovering Spyro who was with Cynder having, ahem, fun.
Wagner walked over to a wall, sat down, and put his hands behind his head. For the first time in a while, Wagner could sleep with a peace of mind. Sure, they may still be outnumbered, but one who doesn't believe has already lost. They had a chance, and Wagner was going to make sure they made the best of it, for better, or for worse.
With that, Wagner fell asleep.
Spyro and Cynder flew back to the temple, entering the small passageways beneath and entering the caves in which the Marines were hiding in. As they walked in they noticed many of the Marines were either asleep or walking around lazily. Cynder chuckled and Spyro smiled at her.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing, it's just funny that we are hiding down here that's all."
"I still don't see what's so funny..."
Cynder giggled again and Spyro gave her a confused yet funny look. This made her laugh even more as she closed her eyes and lowered her head during a semi-hysterical laughter.
"Alright wha-"a blast knocked Spyro off of his feet as well as Cynder. They both got back up and saw the Marines get up and ready themselves for whatever it was that was attacking them.
"What the hell is going on?" Buckman asked as another blast rocked the caves.
"Shit, the Apes must've chased us back here and are attacking us!" Malarkey bellowed as he placed a clip into his M74. The Lakadors stumbled to gain their footing as they grabbed their own guns.
"We are going to have to get out of here now!" Wagner said.
"But how sir, they probably have us surrounded!" One of the Marines argued.
"The Nighthawk is in an underground hanger, c'mon, this way!" Wagner explained, motioning for them to follow. They got up and stumbled through the caves as blasts rocked the caves and knocked dirt into the air. One marine tripped and fell onto the ground. Cynder quickly helped him back up and they were back on the move through the caves. As they went deeper in they came into a room that was circular in appearance and had been built as part of the temple, for it had the temple's architecture unlike the rock walls they had been in earlier.
As they entered Spyro and Cynder came to a halt while the Marines and Lakadors stumbled into the room.
"Where are we?" Spyro asked as he looked around. The room felt familiar, like at one point he had been in there, but he had never been this deep into the temple's structure before. The room had a pedestal in the center of the room, much like the pool of visions, yet this one seemed different. There was also a throne on the opposite side of the room. It looked like it was built to hold an egg. Whoever's egg was there, it must have been of great importance. Little did Spyro know, but this is where he had been the night of the raid on the temple about 14 years ago. This was the grotto.
"Sgt. Spears, take 1st Platoon and get that ammo from the lockers! 2nd, secure the exit and give them covering fire! Karson, open up the doors!" Wagner yelled to the men as they moved all about the rooms. Sgt. Spears took 1st platoon and went up a special ladder that had been built by the Marines for quick access. Karson went to another door to Spyro's right and he let loose a jet of flames on a pair of torches. The torches ignited and the door in front of them opened up, revealing a cavern that lead even deeper into the cliff.
"3rd Platoon lets move out!" Wagner yelled as he walked into the now open door. The Marines went inside along with the Lakadors and Spyro and Cynder reluctantly followed.
They went into the cavern for a few dozen yards before they came upon a large room with an opening into the cliff face. The Nighthawk was parked in front of it and the APC was next to it as well.
"Bertan, Prince, get that thing warmed up, the rest of you, get weapons and ammo out of the APC and load them on the Nighthawk, let's move!"
The Marines obeyed and grabbed ammo from the APC and loaded it on board the Nighthawk. 1st and 2nd Platoon came into the cavern and scrambled into the room. One of the men carried another on his back, one had been injured.
"Wagner! The Apes are pressing hard; there are also Plague inside of the temple! We have to go, NOW!" Sgt. Spears yelled as they stumbled towards the Nighthawk.
"Psi Company fall in! Spyro! Make sure no-one comes in behind them!" Wagner bellowed. Spyro went behind the retreating Marines and found the cave behind them covered in Apes. Spyro blew fire at them and used his earth to collapse the cave. It didn't work, but it delayed them. Spyro retreated back into the hanger and saw the Marines boarding it along with the Lakadors. Cynder was helping some of the Marines get inside with their gear. She finished and joined Spyro. Karson, Allison, Yahade', and Jason gathered with them as well, all ready for a fight.
"Let none of them through!" Spyro said, it took him a second to realize it, but he had just assumed command of the situation. After all, Rithul did say that Spyro was going to lead the chosen ones to victory, could this be his leadership showing? Whatever it was, it was going to have to help them stall the apes.
They all used their elemental abilities, cutting down the Apes one by one. They howled and swords clattered on the ground. The apes continued to come, only to get hit by several different elemental attacks at once.
"Yahade', Jason, get back to the drop ship; we'll take it from here!" Spyro ordered.
"Are you sure, we could-"
"Yea I'm sure, go, now!" Spyro said, turning his head back to look at Yahade'.
"C'mon, Yahade'! It's time to go!" Jason urged, placing his shoulder on Yahade' who got up and went to the drop ship.
"Spyro, there's too many for us to hold off!" Cynder said to Spyro as they slowly began to back pedal to the Nighthawk.
"Cynder, take Karson and Allison and get back to the ship, I'll hold them!" Spyro said in his usual manner, his 'ready' face on. Cynder looked at him sadly but did as he said. Karson however didn't leave just yet.
"Spyro, I'll fight with you! I won't leave!" Karson said to him. Spyro only nodded to him. They both used their fire attacks on the apes as they advanced.
"Let's go Spyro, we have to go!" Wagner yelled from the Nighthawk troop bay. Spyro and Karson turned and sprinted for the Nighthawk as the jets flared, kicking up massive amounts of dirt.
As Karson and Spyro reached the ship, O'Brian got hit in the left leg by a rifle round. He screamed and fell over on the cave floor. Karson grabbed him and with the help of the Medic and Spyro pushed him into the ship. An explosion blossomed next to the ship and it started to fly out of the cavern from the shock. Karson, who was in the middle of boarding it, fell onto the ground face first. Spyro and Cynder flew overhead, pelting the apes as they tried to get closer.
"Karson!" Allison yelled as she saw him getting up. The Nighthawk was starting to accelerate and was leaving the cave. Karson got into a run as he tried to keep up with the drop ship. It was almost out of the cave and Karson still needed a few more feet before he could get on.
"Karson, JUMP!!" Allison yelled as she, as well as other Marines, held out their hands. Karson reached the edge of the cave and leapt over the edge. His hands caught the edge of the troop bay and he struggled to keep a hold of the fast moving ship. The others grabbed onto his arms but they were moving so fast they couldn't pull him up.
"Just hold on!" Henderson managed to say as he held onto Karson's right arm. They gritted their teeth as the stress from the ships movement worked against them.
Suddenly Karson felt himself being lifted up as he looked down to see Spyro and Cynder nudging him higher. They supported him as Karson let go of the ship and grabbed their hands. They hoisted him aboard and he managed to breathe a sigh of relief. He sat on the troop bay next to Allison and they both smiled at each other. Allison started to laugh as did he.
Spyro and Cynder flew alongside the Nighthawk. They flew out over the mushrooms and to tall plains. As they flew on, large pillars of rocks started to appear in front of them. As they came closer they gained altitude and broke the top of the clouds. A large forest waited at the top of the rocks. It was Tall Plains.
The Nighthawk flew over the forest and towards the temple. From inside of the cockpit, Wagner spotted several Ape weaponry such as turrets and other weapons. Crude as they may be, they were a threat to them landing, so instead of heading inland, they put down on the edge of a Plateau several thousand yards from the objective. As the Marines and Lakadors marched out of the Nighthawk, Spyro and Cynder landed and they set up a small CP.
Spyro looked around; they hadn't been to Tall Plains since they fought the Darkmaster. Now, he wondered what had become of the Atlowa. They may have gotten away from the Apes and Plague but he still wondered.
The place hadn't changed much, most of it was forest with a couple of temples and other structures the Atlowa had built. The tall grass swayed in the wind and the Marines slowly scouted the area. Sgt. Spears took 1st Platoon and scouted the area around the landing site and found a few Ape patrols, a few ape outposts and thankfully, no Plague.
Wagner was troubled though, it had been *too* easy getting up there. They had landed without a hitch and he was wondering why the Darkmaster hadn't paid them a visit yet.
"Wagner? What do you think we should do?" Buckman asked him.
"Well, let's get some sleep, set up a CP, and we will get a better picture of our surroundings tomorrow." Wagner looked up and noted that it was getting darker and darker.
"Right, ill put some of my men on watch."
"Good, secure a nice little area for the Nighthawk too, and find out how fuel and ammo we managed to bring with us."
"Yes sir, on it." Buckman replied before saluting the Officer and doing his appointed tasks. After they had found a nice spot, a small clearing surrounded by rocks and trees, the Marines and Lakadors settled down and started to set up camp. The Nighthawk had been made to look as if it had crashed, and it also was going to serve as a place to camp. Wagner had split up the assault force, 1st Platoon, and then there was 2nd and 3rd. 1st would be camped in the forest near the Nighthawk while 2nd and 3rd would sleep in the Nighthawk and around it. They would protect it and ensure that it didn't get taken by the Apes. 1st was the assault force so they were camped up ahead for Recon and for protection.
Spyro and Cynder slept near the edge of the clearing, they were part of 1st Platoon and were camping with them. The Lakadors were there as well, though they weren't part of 1st; they felt as though they should be there. Wagner didn't argue with them, he thought wiser of it.
As Spyro started to nod off he felt Cynder's warm breathe on his chest and he let out a happy sigh. Now they were together again and he loved every second of it. Her body moved a bit and he adjusted to her movements, giving her more comfort. Spyro opened his eyes for the last time and noted that the Marines were basically all asleep, minus the ones on watch. He too felt tired and was soon drifting into the land of dreams where he and Cynder could be together for the night as well.
Suddenly Spyro was brought back to reality when a shot rang out and something impacted a rock one inch from his own head. The Marines got up and dove into prone positions.
"Sniper!" One of the Marines called out.
"Anybody see it?" Another asked.
"No, keep your eyes peeled!" Another replied. The Marines kept their rifles pointed out as Spyro and Cynder scrambled and got into a position to attack. Obviously that bullet had been intended for Spyro and someone was trying to kill him.
Spyro scanned the tree line but could see nothing. He saw something shimmer and a muzzle flash as another shot was fired. This one impacted his right horn and shattered. The round didn't really do much harm to his horn, it merely scraped it. The round, however, shattered and Spyro felt pain as small pieces of metal peppered his scales and dig into his scalp. He ignored the pain as he looked for where the flash had originated from.
The Marines had seen it and fired on the position. The trees and grass exploded as automatic fire rained down upon it.
"Cease fire!" Wagner yelled, waving his arms in front of his face for the signal to stop firing. The gunfire stopped and the Lakadors promptly charged the position and once they were where the Ape had been, they fired their own rifles, filling the air with sizzling balls of dark energy.
"I said cease fire dammit!" Wagner yelled as he approached the Lakadors who were emerging from the brush. They ignored the human commander and walked to Yahade', who was standing next to Spyro, checking his wound.
"The coward ran, but we can chase if you want..."
"That won't be necessary..." Yahade' replied back to them. They looked at him with what seemed like anger, but it quickly faded. Yahade' turned his attention back to his brother who had a few cuts on his head. It wasn't serious, but he expected much more tissue and scale damage. It seemed as though something was healing Spyro faster, what it was, he didn't know and didn't have the time to ponder it.
"Looks like just a minor flash wound; it'll heal up in no time Spyro." Yahade' finally said to him. He smiled and walked off to his men who were gripping about not being able to chase the sniper down.
Cpl. Henderson emerged from the spot where the sniper had been and walked over to Wagner.
"Defiantly a sniper, used one of our rifles. Found two casings lying next to what looked like a prepared position. This sniper must have been looking to kill Spyro and had a good reason. Someone doesn't want Spyro to help fight." Henderson said while slinging his rifle over his shoulder.
"This seems too complicated for the apes, they must have a new leader or the Darkmaster might have assumed command already. Whoever is controlling the apes now, they defiantly know what they are doing." Wagner said, inspecting the Marines who were alert now.
Well tell the others on watch to take positions in the trees to keep anymore guests at bay; we need to get some sleep to get us ready for tomorrow. Tell the others to be ready at 0400 hours though, we need to take these guys buy surprise." Wagner said to the Marine who nodded and went to go tell the others.
They were going to have to split up, the one thing Wagner didn't want to do. They had to in order to prevent the apes from finding them as quickly and to guard the drop ship and set up and aid station. As Wagner sat down and started to fall asleep he wondered what the next day would have in store for them.
End of Chapter 23
In my opinion, this was a short chapter. But, it was a long awaited one I can tell. There is more on the way and I am hoping to finish this series by June 10th. That's my deadline and I'm hoping to get it done! |
A Nightmare's Passion by Colt | She was sitting alone that night, on a rock, in a clearing in the forest. She was looking up at the last traces of daylight as the dark blue, almost black, star filled blanket of night covered the sky. She was out there alone, because she was waiting for her love. They met at this spot every night, | [
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The silvery moonlight was reflecting off of the mirror like polish of her ruby horn and hooves. Her smooth, velvety fur was shining under the moonlight. She sat there, scanning the tree line like a huntress, till her eyes spotted what she waited for.
He entered the clearing with a definite need in his step. The silver moonlight gleamed off of his bright emerald green scales, and stark white horns. He had two massive green frills, on either side of his head, with three sections to each frill. His scales were soft to the touch, yet afforded him decent protection. His massively long, muscular, spiked tail flowed behind him as if it weighed almost nothing. The muscles almost writhed under his taught, scaley hide as if they were alive.
He strode across the clearing to her, and grabbed her firmly by both wrists, and pulled her up to him in a hard, passionate kiss. She reflexly flapped her wings in surprise, before she melted under the power of his kiss.
After a good long while of the kiss, he pulled her away from him and pushed her down to her knees, and held her face in front of his groin, "lick" he said in a firm tone, long scaley fingers entwined in her firey mane. She looked up at him, her fiery orbs glowing with desire, she liked it like this sometimes and he knew it. He pulled her velvety muzzle closer, grabbing onto her horn. She opened her mouth and began to flick her even more velvety tongue in and around his sheath, rubbing it between the skin, and his swiftly growing shaft. Her hand went up to cup and gently massage his balls while she began a more fervent licking, till she had coaxed his large member from it's hiding place.
She softly began to suckle on his head, dribbling saliva down his thick shaft. His head barely fit in her mouth, as she began to slide him in and out of her warm, moist mouth, her tongue flicking the base and tip as she sucked. After a few moments of this his need could not take it and he pulled her mouth off of him.
He laid her back gently onto the soft ground, and began a slow torturous lick from her neck, along her collar bone, down to her large, firm breasts. He took each nipple in turn, and nipped, bit, sucked and teased them mercilessly. She was writhing on the ground and moaning, her hands clawing the earth. He moved lower still, nipping the inside of each thigh, licking his way around the outer lips, teasing her, driving her mad with need. He plunged his long, forked, reptilian tongue into her very moist pussy and wrapped it around her clit and began a series of short squeezes, like a massage.
She threw her head back and neighed loudly, horn glowing with the intensity of her desire. She came hard, and very wet. She lay there shivering from the excitement, as he kept licking her, tasting her, wanting to get her close again. It did not take long, before she began to tense up, and he pulled away from her. She lay there gasping and in frustration, as he pulled her to him and kissed her. She tasted herself on him, which only drew her her desire for him out more. After a very long, very hot kiss, he flipped her around and pushed her to her hands and knees.
He grabbed her tail and held it out of his way, as he positioned the head of his large cock ate her moist, quivering entrance. He held her firmly, and gently pushed only his head into. She whinnied loudly, and tried pushing herself onto him. He thrust into her with power and force, till his balls slapped her. She whinnied in pleasure and dug into the earth with her hands. He began to pump her hard, and fast, sending her over the edge, causing her to tighten around him. This he liked. He ever so slowly pulled himself all the way out, and so slowly pushed himself back into her. He kept this up till she was begging for it harder.
After she had come again, he slicked some of her juices onto the tight opening to her ass, with the head of his cock. She nickered in surprise, and anticipation, this was what she was wanting. He very gently pushed himself all the way in, giving time fore her very tight ass to relax and get used to the feeling of him, before he began to pump slowly. She whinnied, mane glowing like fire. He then began to ride her as harder and faster, her ass warm, wet, and tight. "more, please, i need it....give me more" she cried. He answered her wish. He began to ride her with a fierceness and need that matched her own internal desire. She orgasmed several times in a row from this, and clenched even tighter around him. His own orgasm built slowly, intensely, then crashed upon him like a massive ocean wave. The twitches and pulses of his hot seed being shot into her tight ass, caused her to have one final orgasm, as they both let out deep, primal growls of satisfaction.
After he was done, he pulled out of her and pulled her into a warm, lover's embrace, at that moment, he asked her the one question, that made her the3 happiest female alive, at that moment. "Will you marry me" he said, looking deep into her eyes. She replied the only way she could , "yes, with all my heart yes". |
tale of 2 foxes by dbj_rab | an old story i wrote - This is my latest and longest story I've written so far. I hope you enjoy it. © DBJ 2,000 A tale of two foxes. Tod sat at the bar, nursing a cola since he wasn't much of a drinker, was looking around hoping to meet someone who might be interested in him. He soon looked down | [
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A tale of two foxes.
Tod sat at the bar, nursing a cola since he wasn't much of a drinker, was looking around hoping to meet someone who might be interested in him. He soon looked down at the bar and saw another fox looking at him. He smiled and gave Tod a wink. Tod soon decided to move on over to where the other fox was.
"Hey. How's it going?" he asked as he approached.
"Oh, pretty good. My name is Tom. What's yours?"
"I'm Tod" they shook hands.
"Nice to meet you. Do you come here often?"
"Not really. I was bored and decided to go out somewhere, and get away from my previous lover. It didn't work out." "I'm sorry to hear that." Tom said, as he sipped his cola.
"So, are you simply looking for a good time?" he asked.
"I'm game if you are." Tod replied.
"Very well, follow me." Tom murmured.
Tom lead Tod to the men's room, and sat down in a stall pulling him in.
"Would you like a blow job?" Tom asked.
"Sure. That's sounds good."
Tod then pulled down hispants, to reveal his 9" dick.
Tom soon started to lick it, and then put it in his mouth til it hit the back of his mouth. While he throated Tod's dick, Tom fondled Tod's balls.
Tom started to bob his head up and down, sucking hard on Tod's dick. Tod soon moaned as he started to feel his climax approaching. He grunted and pulled Tom's head down, pushing his dick in as deep as it would go, as he suddenly cummed down Tom's throat.
As he was doing so, he heard panting from the stall next to them, and saw an eye in a hole watching them. He growled a warning as he got up and opened the stall to find a Rabbit gasping as he cummed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Tod asked.
"Sorry I couldn't help but hear you guys and wanted to see the action," the rabbit replied.
"Well... " looking the rabbit over, "that's okay. Just don't do it again." Tod said.
"Okay. How about if I join you guys next time? My name is Ben."
"How about right now?" Tom asked. "We can go to my place. It's quiet and not far from here."
"That sounds good. Let's go."
They soon left the bar, and followed Tom. As they were walking they talked a little bit about themselves.
"So. How long have you been here?" Ben asked.
"I recently moved here with my lover, but unfortunately it didn't work out. We had too many differences. He was into things that I'm not," Tod said.
"Oh. That's too bad. So are you looking for anyone?"
"Well.... If you must know, yes I am. Why are you interested?" "I could be persuaded, as I'm looking as well."
They reached Tom's house, and entered. As they entered Tom said, "Do you want to make yourselves comfortable, or do you want to get down and dirty now?"
"Let's get down and dirty," Tod said.
They soon stripped each other of their clothes, and started to play with each other.
The foxes soon ganged up on Ben, dominating themselves so that they got the best position to fuck him. Ben gasped as both foxes licked his tail hole, and dick.
They soon started to finger fuck him, making him moan.
Soon both foxes started to put their dicks in Ben's hole. He cried out as both dicks were shoved in his hole, reeling from the temporary pain he felt which turned into pleasure.
"Oh gods yes. That feels so good. Both of you fuck me hard, cmon dominate me."
They complied, pumping away until both lifted Ben up and fucked him like an inflated doll.
Soon they both panted as the feeling of both their dicks rubbing against each other inside Ben's flexing ass muscles pulled them over the edge. They soon both spurted fox spunk into his ass, while Ben was jacking himself off.
As Tom and Tod started to pull out of Ben's ass, he said "Guys, that was the most sexual experience I have ever had. I never had two guys in me before."
Both foxed just grinned at him, and said "Are you ready for round two?"
"You bet, just let me catch my breath."
Tod started to bark orders, lie back, get on all fours on top of him.
Tom was lying on top of Ben, as he was kissing him and rubbing against him, making both of them hard while Tod was licking Tom's tail hole.
Tod soon started to rub his sheath against Tom's hole and his dick came popping out. He then started to thrust it into Tom.
Tom gasped and moaned as he felt Tod's 9" dick go past his anal hole. He grabbed Ben and kissed him hard, as Tod was fucking him slowly enjoying the sensation he was feeling.
Ben soon heard Tod say, "Ben turn around and suck on Tom's dick while he sucks on yours."
Ben sucked on Tom's dick, while his was being sucked on by Tom.
Both soon felt themselves getting hard again, and soon afterwards both spurted into each other's mouths while Tod grunted and spurted into Tom's ass.
The fell together in a heap, cuddling against each in the afterglow.
"That was wonderful. I hope we can do it again," Ben said.
"Sure. Just give us a call, and we'll get together again," Tom said.
Afterwards, Ben soon dressed and left. Tom and Tod talked to each other.
"So, do you want to stay here? I couldn't mind having someone since this is a big house," Tom said.
"Hmmm, well that sounds good, especially since my ex-lover owns the house I used to live in. Sure that sounds good," Tod said.
"When do you want me to move in?"
"When ever you feel like. Just give me a call, and I'll set things up."
"Okay, great."
Tod walked back to his old home, and thought "How did I ever get to meet this great guy? I'll miss Fred, but he should understand."
Tod walked into his house, and saw his lover Fred cuddling with a lion.
"Well, well. Looks like you finally found someone else."
They woke with a start.
"Lover, I didn't hear you come in. I am sorry if this causes you pain, but I found someone who's like me," Fred said.
"Nah, I also found someone else. So, are we still friends?"
"Yeah, definitely. I will miss you, but let's not lose touch, okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that. I just came to get my stuff." "Oh, moving out already?"
"Mmmhmmm. Here's the number where I'll be staying at." Handing Fred a number on paper.
"Sure. Need any help with packing?"
"No. I'll be fine."
"Well, take care and I'm sorry things couldn't work out between us."
"Sigh.. You too. Enjoy your new life."
Tod soon got everything packed into his car, and drove to Tom's house.
"Hi. That was fast. Need any help?"
"No. I didn't have a lot of things. Everything else I have is in storage."
"Okay, well I'm off to work."
"Fine. I'll just put my things in the room, and go off to work."
Tom worked at a computer store as a consultant, while Tod worked at a newspaper as a columnist and a freelancer.
Tod soon came home to find Tom cooking dinner.
"MMm that smells delicious," Tod said.
"Good. I want our first dinner to be great," Tom replied.
Soon sfter dinner, they started to feel yiffie again, and this time Tom took the lead.
"Well, what to do. Why don't you go into the tub, and I'll give you a "sponge" bath?"
"All right. If that's what you want."
They stripped and headed towards the bathroom.
As the water warmed up, the foxes started to kiss and rub against each other.
"I'm so glad I met you. I've been lonely," Tom said.
"So am I. I would have to have put up with my ex-lover for a bit, till I found a new place."
The water was soon heated and both got into the tub. "Okay, this is what you're going to do. You are going to lay back against me while I clean your hair, and then move as I tell you," Tom said.
He soon shampooed Tod's head and scrubbed it hard. Then soon started to work down his back, telling Tod to lift his tail up as he fingered his tail hole.
"Ahhh!" Tod groaned, still feeling the effects of their fucking earlier.
"That's good, now turn around," Tom said.
He then rubbed soap down on Tod's chest, teasing his nipples to hardness. Then he told Tod to lift himself up, as he soaped his dick and balls.
Tod groaned as his dick got hard, and Tom licked it clean.
"Okay that's enough for now. Now do me, as I did you," Tom commanded.
Tod soon did the same thing to Tom, and then they moved out of the bath, drying each other off with towels and their tongues.
"Get on the bed and bet ready for some serious fucking," Tom said.
"Oh boy. What's he up to?" Tod thought.
Tom soon came back with some play toys. He straddled Tod's chest sticking his dick in his mouth, while at the same time placing a dildo in Tod's ass.
"MMMHMMM" Tod moaned as he felt his hormones racing.
Tom soon pushed the dildo faster and faster going in and out of Tod's ass, while at the same time trying to deep throat his dick down Tod's mouth.
Tom soon felt Tod's dick up against his ass, and straddled him, milking his dick. Tod soon groaned and gasped and he felt his nerves on fire from the constant attacks on his holes and dick. He didn't last very long, and cummed in Tom. As soon as Tom felt Tod spilling his seed, he let go and spurted into Tod's mouth.
Both groaned as they climaxed together. "Ohhh. That was unbelievable," Tod said.
"That was just the beginning," Tom replied.
Needless to say this went on far into the night.....
The End? |
Young Love - Chapter 15 by Mirron Tenshi | #15 of Young Love - Young Love Chapter 15: Aftershock By: Mirron Tenshi A month goes by since the incident with Necro. Despite the personal event, Platinum returned to his monotone, borderline emotionless mood once more, which served as a bit of a relief to most, because Platinum's always | [
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Chapter 15: Aftershock
By: Mirron Tenshi
A month goes by since the incident with Necro. Despite the personal event, Platinum returned to his monotone, borderline emotionless mood once more, which served as a bit of a relief to most, because Platinum's always made a point that emotions tend to serve as distractions, so it was good to see him not bothering to lose his edge. Without anyone knowing it, Platinum requested Allen and Max for a picture of Gary. The only reason he had was: By the end of the day, he wants at least one reason to keep fighting and living, to stay out of the void.
Anyway, shifting back to the lovebirds of this story. Mark, Jason, and Gary were given it easy at school, as it was they who escaped getting killed by being rescued by, as rumor has it, a white ninja. Of course, the students were eager to know what happened, but the three boys were reluctant to talk about it. After what happened, Mark and Jason were getting a little less heat for their being gay, not that they were getting bashed on a weekly basis, but just a little sympathy from the haters . . . For now anyway.
The lunch bell rang. Jason surprised Mark with a peck to his cheek. "Hi hun. How was history?" The fox shrugged and nodded. Jason didn't notice at all, but Mark was still lingering on what happened that day at the fair. Mark didn't say anything because he thought he should be over it by now.
"Can't wait for Summer Break . . ."
"Yeah! Just half a month left, babe!"
"Mhm . . ." So they got their lunch from the cafeteria and went outside to eat. The whole time they got their food, Mark was a bit preoccupied. This caught Jason's attention this time.
"You're a little quiet today, Mark. Are you ok?" The fox blinked, and shook a little.
"Y-Yeah . . . I'm fine, Jason." In truth, he was feeling apprehensive, shaky even. Ever since the fair, the fox has been looking over his back, looking for nothing in particular - except something or some one that may do them harm.
Later, the two finished lunch, and where heading outside to hang out with their friends. They caught up with the football team and chatted. As the young furs talked, Mark's eyes darted to his left, and he spotted a student he didn't know, sneaking up on someone else he's never met, with an inflated brown paper bag in one, and the other about to slap into it, and then-
POP!
"Ah! Dammit, don't do that!" The unfamiliar student shouted while the other was laughing. The fox's eyes went wide as his ears dropped down, and his nerves felt cold electricity.
\-o-o-o-
A large paw was gripping Mark's neck, strangling him. As air was deprived from his lungs, his focus began to fade. The world was spinning in his eyes. He couldn't take a single breath. His sight was fading to blackness . . .
BANG!
His throat was released all of a sudden, him falling to the ground. The vulpine coughed and gagged as his sore lungs refilled with oxygen, his eyes recalling their focus again. The evil husky who was choking him was shouting angrily, but he can't focus what he was saying, he needed to help Jason!
\-o-o-o-
Him, Jason, and Gary were surrounded by these furs who were wearing dark clothing with zany eyes wide crazy grins stitched on, each of the surrounding furs wearing half-butchered Halloween masks. His ankle moved, and the fox's ankle was grazed on by heated bite that came a second after a BANG.
Then Necro drew out his gun, and pointed at the huddled boys. Mark was shaking terribly as the weapon was clicked, ready to fire. When their predator had asked which one was first, Gary stepped up. Was he crazy?! Jason tried to stop him, but another POW rang out and whizzed just over his head. The fox's blood ran cold as fear gripped him like an anaconda.
When Gary was taken to the back room, there was a white blur at the far left of the room. The two young pups gasped as the blur turned into the crouching albino lion, his right arm swung like a crack of a whip, a glint of silver flashing before one of the goons gagged when his neck jerked out, and he dropped to the floor, dead.
"What the?! What's-"
"Platinu-" Jason was getting up, and one of the three goons that were there shot him in the leg. The husky yelped as his paws clutched his legs and he collapsed.
"JASON!" Mark went onto his lover. His ear's rotated and he looked as he saw one of the goons aim the gun at them. The fox cringed as he hugged the husky tightly. Before the goon had a chance to fire though, Platinum whirled the air and double-kicked the underling hard, making sure to hit a spot on the spine to immobilize him. As for the third and last goon, in a single movement to stand up, the lion swung his arms as he turned around, sending several spinning blades at him, doing some good internal as well as nerve damage. The lion then stood up. From each sleeve, a katana slipped down, and his paws took the handles before they could hit the ground. In an aloof manner, Platinum whirled on the spot, and appeared right at the door where Necro and Gary were.
The next few minutes were a blur to the fox as he just started at the ajar, watching and hoping that Platinum won't be defeated, for he was the only one at the moment who can save them.
Mark gasped when he saw the lion and hyena stab each other once at the same time. Necro bugged out and drew a hidden gun.
"Why-Won't-You-BLEEEEEEEEEEED!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
His stomach dropped and his senses went numb after the gunshots and seeing Platinum taking the bullets like an inanimate rag doll. All he could do was sit in horror as he broke into a panic meltdown.
\-o-o-o-
"Mark? Mark! What's wrong?" Jason had his paw on his fox's shoulder, shaking him a little. Their friends stood there as well, staring, as the vulpine was pale under his orange fur. Mark was trembling uncontrollably as he broke into an icy cold sweat. His heart was going almost a mile a minute, which would explain his vague panting. "Mark . . . ?"
The fox took a few steps back. The poor boy was bordering on a panic attack. He took another step back.
"Mark, what's the matter?" The fox turned on his heel and sprinted away. "Mark! Wait! Mark!"
Mark ran as fast as he could, leaving Mariner's campus and dashing down the sidewalk. He voiced out his strained panting. He didn't what he was running from, or where he was running to, all he knew was that he needed to get away, before anyone can shoot him!
"MAAARK!" He could barely notice him, but Jason was sprinting after him, calling after him and telling him to stop, but Mark wouldn't listen.
He didn't stop running until his legs felt like molten lava. The fox fell to his knees next to a tree. His paws hit the grass while his backpack swung to the ground. Mark was practically hyperventilating, sweat dripped from his face and dampened his fur, his lungs were sorer than the time Roy tried to kill him.
The husky soon slumped down right next to him, panting and groaning. "Mark . . . What . . . Is going on . . . ?" The fox's attack got the better of him, and he started to cry hardly beyond his control.
"I can't-I can't take that noise! I can't stand it! I keep seeing your dad choking me! I-I-I keep seeing you get shot! I can't stop seeing Platinum get shot at! I keep seeing it all in my sleep! I can't take it any more! But they won't stop! They won't stop!" He cried hysterically as his paws held the back of his neck and he crouched forward. Jason's ears lowered. He had no idea Mark was feeling like this, holding it all back. The husky wrapped his arm around his fox as the quivering vulpine gasped, cried, panted, coughing, hardly able to compose himself at all. Frankly, Jason was able to put that incident out of his own mind; subconsciously, he refused to let an event like that have at him again, not after that whole fiasco with his father. And now Mark is on the ground, terrified and haunted by what had happened a month ago. Jason, Mark, and Gary were given a week off from school to recover from Necro's attempt, but it seems it wasn't enough.
The brown and white husky rubbed the fox's back, him still shaking and rasping from trying to cope with the trauma.
"My my. What a cluster of hyperactive negativity we have here." A dreamy male voice sounded from the young couple. Jason looked to see a black panther in a dark, rather sharp outfit. He looked sympathetically to the two pups.
"Who . . . Who are you?" The husky inquired.
A black Prius drove into the Kenson's driveway. The panther introduced himself as Shadow before he gave them a ride home. He carried Mark as Jason opened the door, who was passed out into a dreamless sleep from the feline's mystic eyes when they met with Mark's green ones. The lock to the knob clicked, and Jason opened the door, stepping back to let the panther in with his boyfriend.
"Up here . . ." The husky said as he closed the door and lead Shadow up the stairs and into their bedroom. The black feline entered, and gently placed the dormant boy onto the bed, where Jason climbed onto afterwards while the feline sat down and gently pet the fox.
"Poor boy . . . It would seem his fears have elected a leader at the most inopportune time." Jason looked to Shadow.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"In our lives, it is usually during when we are young when our inner demons chose a specific form or forms of which we are most afraid of. It must be a strong enough impact on us for it to become our weakness, and therefore hinder us in a way to hold us back. Ultimately, we strive in our lives, risking the gambit of facing our darkest dreads, whether or not we have grown to prepare ourselves for that battle. Unfortunately for this fox, his main phobia was chosen, and was forced into that personal conflict before he could try and prepare himself. It shows he had a happy childhood." The canine looked at the sleeping fox.
"But I don't get it, what was Mark so afraid of? And so much so that he wouldn't tell me?"
"Looking into his eyes to entrance him into sleep, I took a look into this year through his memory. He hardly noticed his fear until a little while, and it wasn't so horrific to be major problem."
". . . Before you found us, he did say something about a noise. But what noise could it be?"
"Think back to when his fear was at its peak before today. What happened during that time that made him drive to the high point of anxiety?" Jason thought for a minute.
"Well . . . The only other time I can think of is when my dad attacked us at the park that one time . . . But I still don't get it."
"That's alright. *That* riddle may be too cryptic for you. I saw that he had almost killed that day. In the height of that moment a sound broke the glacier and became his phobia." The husky thought a moment and looked up.
"When me dad was choking him, his dad shot the gun at my dad's ear."
"Precisely."
"So . . . Mark's afraid of gunshots? That does make sense, there was a point where we were shot at, and there was a good about of guns being shot."
"And something happened today that pulled the trigger to *his* pistol of anxiety."
"Well, what happened at that?"
"That is not important. What is important is that he needs to get away from his routine life until he is relieved from what is hindering him. I wish I may banish his hurt for him, but I cannot, for this is apart of growing up." Jason nodded and wrapped his arm on to his boyfriend. "I'll show myself out. Keep him safe." Shadow had then rose up and exited the room, and then the house.
Several hours later, Bill came home from work. "Jason?" He called out. The young husky came down the stairs in response to the older fox calling for him.
"Hi, Bill." Bill shrugged off his police jacket and set it onto the coat rack before turning back to the pup.
"So how's Mark doing?" He was very concerned for his son; Jason had called him earlier and told him about Mark's episode. A severe panic attack at the age of 16? This is hard to believe and hard to swallow for Bill.
"He's sleeping right now." The older fox sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Jason, I want to ask you something, and please be honest. Have you had any repercussions since that incident?" The husky shook his head.
"No, not at all. It was over and past, and my leg wound healed up. I don't even have any nightmares about it. And Mark hasn't told me a word of it this whole time. Did he say anything to you?"
"Not a word." Bill's ears drooped; he was supposed to be a responsible father, why didn't he see this coming? "I knew one week off might not have been enough, but I went with it anyway. And now my son's having an attack at an early stage of his life."
"Hey hey, Bill. It's not your fault. I'm with him all the time, I should've asked him more if there was anything wrong."
"It doesn't matter now anyway. I can't have Mark go on like this, or he'll rip his fur out." He then indicated the pup to follow him. "C'mon. I'll explain it to you both." Jason nodded and followed the father up the stairs. They carefully entered the room and approached the curled up fox. Bill sat down on the bed and stroked along his son's head and neck. Mark gradually woke up to his parent's soft petting.
"Hi dad . . ." He uttered weakly, mostly out of sleepiness.
"Hi Mark. Rough day, son?"
"Mhm." The little vulpine replied while nodding.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, son. No kid your age should have an episode like that." Mark groaned a little.
"I just don't know how I'm gonna deal with the rest of the school year." Bill chuckled as he stroked his son's cheek.
"Well, you won't have to." Mark looked at Bill when he said that. "I called the school, and told them what Jason told me. Under the circumstances, they are excusing you two from the last 3 weeks of school and starting your Summer Break early." The fox's ears perked up as he lifted his head up, hardly able to believe he was being pardoned from school.
"R-Really, dad?" Bill chuckled a little more as he ruffled his boy's head fur.
"Yes, really. A nervous breakdown is the last thing a teenager needs in this day and age." Mark couldn't help but smile. "Not only that, but we're moving our Miami trip to next week." The younger fox gapped at his dad, getting excited in seconds.
"Wait, Bill, can Scott come too? Please?" The older fox smiled and scratched the backside of the husky's neck.
"Of course he can. I figure it'd be fun." Jason barked happily as his tail started wagging. Bill laughed a little before getting back up. "Now I've got to make arrangements for our flight now, and get Scott's information ready."
"Thanks so much, dad!"
"Thank you, Bill!" The father fox then gave both boys a kiss on their foreheads and left the room to make the arrangements.
Jason murred as he cuddled next to his foxy. He nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear. "Now that you're in a better mood, you want me to get frisky for you?" Mark murred a little, but he was all that up for a bang session at the moment.
"Actually, I'm not sure if I wanna, babe." The husky pouted before giving Mark big lick.
"Ok, then how about something simple?" The fox smiled as his doggie nibbled and gnawed on his shirt.
"Heheheheh, alright, alright, go ahead, puppy." Jason smirked and gave his fox another sloppy lick.
Jason had then put the fox lying on his belly. In a few minutes, the husky pulled down the fox's pants and threw them to the side, and then tugged his boxer shorts off, showing him that cute little fox rump, and not even bothing with his shirt. Mark couldn't help but giggle as he felt the canine's paw grope his naked globes, giving them a light smack. This was starting to make the fox hard.
"Now I'll show you why I've been snacking on oranges lately."
"Wait, what?" Mark the gasped as his fur stood on end. He squirmed a little as his musky anus was licked thoroughly by his husky. "Ahhh . . . ! Ohhh Jason . . ." He moaned out as the dog's tongue became very friendly with Mark's rear. The fox moaned, cooed, and giggled the sensitive crevice and both round cheeks were licked and groomed, while Jason was counting his lucky starts that his boyfriend kept himself extra clean in that area.
"Oh, hoh, hoh, ohh . . ." Mark huffed as his pucker was slurped "Aahhh!" He yelped and moaned out loud as his pink bud was pierced with the husky's saliva coated lance. The fox squirmed and writhed on the bed as he felt that tongue dart in and out of him, invading his perfectly clean innards. "Oh my god, Jason!" Mark moaned loudly and started to yelp as the tongue plunged into him and wriggled each time.
"Oh fuck, Jason!" Mark moaned more and more, and then yipped out when the husky's tongue brushed his young prostate. "Gaahh- JASAAAAAHHHHHHHHN!" Marked moaned out loud as he jerked on the bed, his member unloading all over his underbelly and sheets.
Sensing that his job was done, Jason slurped his tongue out, and crawled up and laid next to his boyfriend. Before anything else, the husky reached over and grabbed his box of mints. "Clean or not, I still want my mouth nice and minty when I kiss you." The fox chuckled and panted as he heard Jason pop a couple of tablets into his mouth and crunched. Then, Jason took off his clothes, except his boxers, and slipped into bed with his half nude boyfriend. In minutes, both pups snuggled close, and fell asleep in each other's loving arms. |
A Story About Spike, The Possessed Emu Who Lives On The Muddy Banks Of The Wishkah by vampish malkin | Spike felt the anger of the ghost inside him start to overflow. "What do you mean you won't marry me?" he yelled at Selene. "What have I done to make you think I'm not worthy?" "You just haven't accomplished anything yet in your life, Spike. That, and you're possessed by an evil spirit." Spike stood | [
"Fantasy",
"No-Yiff",
"Sci-Fi",
"Short",
"Story Series",
"Various Species"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51548-a-story-about-spike-the-possessed-emu-who-lives-on-the-muddy-banks-of-the-wishkah | Spike felt the anger of the ghost inside him start to overflow.
"What do you mean you won't marry me?" he yelled at Selene. "What have I done to make you think I'm not worthy?"
"You just haven't accomplished anything yet in your life, Spike. That, and you're possessed by an evil spirit."
Spike stood up, almost knocking the table and their dinner over. Did she not know there was nothing he could do to get rid of the spirit? Did she not love him for what he was and not what he'd done? He was sick of this. The same thing every time. Spike couldn't stand it any longer. He walked out of the restaurant and left Selene there to pay the bill.
"The consequences of falling in love with an emu that's possessed by an evil spirit" she said to herself as she took out her wallet.
Later that night Spike lay on his bed listening to heavy metal and thinking about Selene. She loved him, and he knew it. They were meant to be, true loves, soul mates, all that crap. So why wouldn't she say yes? "You just haven't accomplished anything yet in your life, Spike" he heard her say. Spike looked over at his desk and at the piles of worthless plans of world domination. A breeze blew in his window from off the Wishkah and a paper was blown off his desk and landed lightly in the trash can.
"It's all this damned evil spirit's fault" he said, "If it wasn't for him, we'd already be married."
Spike tried to remember his life without the demon in it. He couldn't. It was like he was born possessed, and if that was so, he was doomed to die possessed as well. He wondered what he had done to be possessed, and just like the prior thought, could not remember.
Outside his window, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Spike wished upon it that he could accomplish something and his possessor would go away. He rolled on his side facing the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to go to sleep.
Suddenly, the paper lying in the trash can burst into flames. Licks of fire jumped from the can onto the floor. The rug caught on fire, and as if his bedroom had been doused with gasoline, his room was completely on fire within seconds, transformed into a fiery inferno. So this is what I get for trying, thought Spike. He closed his eyes and waited for death. But death didn't come.
After a while, Spike started to wonder why he hadn't burned to death yet. He slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find the demon seat of Hell, the Devil Duckie, standing in the middle of the fire that had engulfed his room. He stared speechless at the unholy duck. He then realized he was no longer on his bed in his room but in the fiery depths of Hell. The Devil Duckie started laughing in a queer sort of voice as he remembered what he had wished for earlier that night.
"Okay" said the Devil Duckie his voice echoing through the cavernous abyss that had moments ago been his home, "let's get on with this. I have an appointment in five minutes. Here's the deal, k? I'll expel the malevolent spirit and give you what you need to achieve your goals, and so on and so forth. But in return, I get your soul and I get to marry Selene."
"Well that sounds like a lousy deal." said Spike," Why would I let you have Selene just so you can help me do something I already can do without your help?"
"Think about it, you find soon enough I get what I want" said the Devil Duckie with an evil grin, and then everything turned dark.
Spike woke up the next morning to find that his room had not burned, and a horrible storm had blown in over night. He must have drank much more than he thought at the time last night. That was one crazy dream. He could have even sworn he still smelled a faint sulfuric smoky smell lingering on the air. Maybe I should call Selene, thought Spike, make sure everything was all right.
"No," said a voice in his head, sounding strangely similar to the voice of the evil Devil he encountered in his dreams the night before, "she probably went home with some guy, stupid emu."
"Whoa. Where did that come from?" he asked himself. That couldn't have been the spirit that possessed him. No matter how evil that spirit was, it never thought badly of Selene. He felt like he had been run over by and eighteen-wheeler.
"What exactly happened last night?" he questioned himself.
Dax, Selene, and the rest of Hell's Emus (their motorcycle gang) met for lunch at the local Hard Rock Café.
"Have you talked to Spike lately?" Dax asked Selene. "I went to his house last night, but no one was there. He's usually home at 2 am."
"Well, I turned him down again last night at dinner, but he got home before 2am. I called him this morning, but no one answered." replied Selene.
"Hey! Let's go over to his house right now!" said Dax. Selene and Dax decided to go over to his house and leave the rest to their lunch.
After parking their Harley's in the driveway, Dax and Selene went up to Spike's front door and rang the doorbell. A few minutes later, Spike came to the door looking like he hadn't slept for weeks.
"Whadaya want?!" he yelled at them.
"Well, we just came by to..." Dax started to say.
"Go away!!" screamed Spike and slammed the door in their faces.
"What was that for?" asked Selene.
Dax shrugged. They left Spike's house together in silence, both wondering what was wrong with their friend.
"What was that for?" Spike asked himself. He had no clue what had been happening to him that day. He first thought it was just a bad day, or an influence of his 'inner demon,' but neither of those really explained it.
He reached for the doorknob to open the door and apologize for his actions, but suddenly he couldn't move his hand. It had a mind of its own.
"What is happening to me!?"
The room suddenly caught on fire.
"Oh, not again" Spike said. He watched his precious guitars catch on fire and burn. Since he knew he was safe, he looked at the smoke curl around his feet and took a strange pleasure in watching his living room transform into Hell. There was an explosion of glowing ashes, and then the Devil Duckie was standing in the middle of the demonic room.
"Have you come to a decision, Spike?" he asked.
"No, I haven't yet" replied Spike.
"Oh good, I came up with a decision for you" A piece of paper suddenly appeared in his left hand and a red pen in his right. He tried to drop the pen and paper but he couldn't.
"Oh my God, you've taken over my body!" exclaimed Spike. "That's why I've been doing and saying those things to my friends!"
"Good job Spike. I'm proud of you. And now you're not gonna have any friends 'cause you made a deal with the Devil."
Spike's hand moved by itself and positioned itself over the paper to sign the deal. Right then, the spirit that possessed Spike overtook him. He ripped up the paper and ate the shredded pieces of paper. He threw down the pen and it burst into flames. Spike looked up and saw an angered grimace on the Devil Duckie's face, and then, like before, everything faded into darkness.
The next thing Spike was aware of is that it was several minutes before the time we entered this story. He picked up his glass and took a drink. He set it down and looked into Selene's beautiful, glittering eyes.
"I love you" he told her. Selene smiled and said.
"I love you too, Spike." He stood up, walked over to her, got down on one knee and said "Selene, will you marry me?"
She looked slightly hurt and answered "I'm sorry Spike, but I told you before, not yet."
Spike felt the anger of the ghost inside him start to overflow.
"What do you mean you won't marry me?" he yelled at Selene... |
Teaching Know-It-All by DelusionsOfGrandeur | Teaching Know-It-All - a yiffy story by DelusionsOfGrandeur 8/07/2009 * * * This story is an adult story and therefore no one under the age 18 or 21, depending on where you live, is allowed to legally view this story. Not that you would listen and leave if you are younger (I know I never did), but | [
"First Time",
"Fox",
"Incest",
"M/F",
"Virgin"
] | https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97651-teaching-know-it-all | Teaching Know-It-All - a yiffy story by DelusionsOfGrandeur 8/07/2009
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This story is an adult story and therefore no one under the age 18 or 21, depending on where you live, is allowed to legally view this story. Not that you would listen and leave if you are younger (I know I never did), but Imma gonna say it to cover my ass anyway.
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Little note: In this story world incest is not looked down upon as it is in the real world. It's not exactly encouraged, but it's not really considered wrong or anything.
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Bam! The sound of the door slamming echoed loudly up the stairs, startling the red-headed twenty-something vixen from her nap. "What the hell?" Sarafina mumbled groggily as she stood up and slowly made her way out of her bedroom. She carefully went downstairs and looked around sleepily until she heard the sound of someone talking to himself in the kitchen. She peeked around the corner and saw her little brother Kaleb angrily making a sandwich while grumbling to himself.
She stood there trying to wake up a bit and hoping she could overhear some of what he was saying so she could figure out what was wrong. "...damn frickin'... to know tha? ... on... hell.... virgin dammit!" she heard him grumble and nodded to herself. "Ah, that again, you worry too much little bro." she thought to herself with a wry smile and stepped around the corner into the kitchen.
"What's up Know-It-All?" she said as she stretched, not noticing how her ample breasts strained against the thin fabric of the pink t-shirt she was wearing. Her brother glanced at her then quickly looked back at his sandwich, "Nothing, just got back from school, hungry." he replied quickly, "How about you big sis?" "Well, I was napping..." she replied, trying to look pissed off, but failing when she noticed how gloomy he looked. "Aw damn sis, did I wake you? I'm sorry." Kaleb said apologetically, finally looking up at his sister with big eyes, just the faintest hints of tears hiding in the corners. "Hey little bro, it's alright, I sleep too much anyway..." Sarafina said quickly. She shook her head and started making herself some tea. "Poor Know-It-All, every virgin goes through the whole ‘How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?!?!?' phase, but it's so much worse for you. You're used to being able to learn and practice things so you know what you're doing very well before you are ever actually required to do it... but you can't really do that in this case." she thought to herself.
Sarafina sat down with her cup of tea at the table across from Kaleb and watched him quietly. He took it well enough for a minute or so, but then began to crack, shifting in his chair and clearing his throat. He never could take his big sister's Tell-Me-What's-Wrong stare for very long. "What is it sis??" he blurted out suddenly, looking across the table at her. "I dunno, you are gonna have to tell me." she said looking him right in the eye. He couldn't meet her eyes and quickly looked away, "There's nothing wrong, nothing at all, the wind just caught the door and slammed it behind me." he said quietly. "Come on Kaleb, were you ever able to hide anything from your big sister?" Sarafina said, still staring at him. Kaleb didn't reply, just sat there slowly chewing on his sandwich, staring at the table.
"Ok, let me guess." she said after a moment's silence, "Your girlfriend, Amelia I think, is wanting to get physical isn't she?" Kaleb stiffened in his chair, "Why would I be upset about that? I'm a seventeen year-old fox boy, getting physical with girls is what I'm supposed to do, right?" he said quickly. "It's no big deal, right?" he added very quietly to himself. "That's right little bro, it is what you are supposed to be doing." Sarafina said, then stood up and walked around the table and sat down in the chair next to him. She leaned over closer to him and said quietly, "And no, it's not a big deal." Kaleb sat still in his chair for a long moment, then suddenly shot up and stormed out of the kitchen.
Sarafina sighed and finished off her tea, listening to her little brother rush upstairs into his bedroom. A few minutes later she was knocking on his door, "Come on Know-It-All, let me in so we can talk." she called. "There is nothing to be talked about Big Tits!." he called back angrily. "Dammit little bro, I told you not to call me that!" Sarafina called louder, "Now let me in before I pick the lock and let myself in!" There was silence for a few moments before the door opened slightly. She quickly stepped inside before he could change his mind. Kaleb walked over to his bed and threw himself onto it, "Close the damned door sis." he mumbled into his blanket. "I always forget that don't I." Sarafina said as she turned back and closed the door. She turned back around and looked sadly at her little brother for a few moments. "Aw Know-It-All, I told ya you couldn't know everything about everything didn't I?" she said comfortingly and walked over and sat down on the bed next to him. "How the hell am I supposed to do it right? I do not want to mess up somehow...." he said quietly, trying not to cry. "Ok Kaleb look, One: It's your first time, your girlfriend knows that, she's gonna give you some leniency. Two: You won't. Screw. Up!" she exclaimed. "I mean, come on, how much have you studied on the subject! I know you've ordered a few books on various things; which means there is probably a lot more I don't know about. I bet you've watched more than a few videos on the subject to ‘eh." "That only goes so far though!" Kaleb said growled and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, "It's like trying to get a feeling of how wide Niagra Falls is from a picture, the height of Mt. Everest, the...... damn it, you know what I mean. Pictures and words, and yes, even videos cannot prepare you completely for the real thing!". "I've never even seen a real set of tits, let alone a pussy, how am I going to know all the intricacies of making a woman feel good?" he said and shook his head.
Kaleb looked over at Sarafina when she started laughing, a confused look on his face. "What the hell is funny about that??" he said with a huff. "Little brother you aren't supposed to know the... intricacies of making a woman feel good your first time. Heck, most guys never figure those out." she said wryly. "Damn it! I do not want to be just ‘some guy'!" Kaleb exclaimed, sitting up quickly, startling Sarafina. "A woman spends the night with me, she is going to damn well remember it as being one of the best nights of her life!" he mumbled under his breath. "Why little brother, I had no idea you wanted to be a Casanova. Know all the moves to make the ladies melt under you, eh!" she said with a big smile. Kaleb looked away, trying not to let her see him blush. "Suppose so." he said quietly.
They both fell silent for a long moment before Sarafina decided to try and lighten the mood. "Ya know though, that bit about you having never seen a real set of tits or a pussy isn't actually true..." she said with a smile, staring at Kaleb. "Really? I think I would remember having seen that." he said quizzically, staring back at her. She just smiled crookedly at him as he stared back at her, wondering what she was talking about. After a long moment of this she rolled her eyes and put her hands at her sides and squeezed her breasts together with her arms. "Gah! No! Bad! I had managed to forget that!" Kaleb yelled and put his head under his blanket, "You need to remember to close your damn door!" "Aww, you telling me you didn't like what ya saw?" Sarafina said, doing a very good job of sounding hurt. Kaleb quickly moved his head out from beneath the blanket and said, "Well, it's not that... I mean, it's just... damn it." He paused and took a deep breath, " No, no of course I liked what I saw, that's the problem isn't it?"
"It's not really a problem.... I've walked in on you a few times and it never bothered me any." Sarafina said with a chuckle. "Well not bothered in a bad way, at least." Kaleb just lay there, mouth wide open for a long moment. "But I'm careful, I always lock the door and everything." he said finally. "Oh come on, you know a simple lock won't stop me if I want in." Sarafina said and rolled her eyes. "Yes but, picking the lock actually takes doing, it's not like you can just... walk in..." Kaleb's voice trailed off as he stared at his sister. "I never said it was accidental, did I?" she said, fighting not to blush, "I get curious sometimes... I mean, you are rather handsome you know, little brother." "But, but... aww what does it matter. I can't deal with this right now." Kaleb said and buried his face in the blanket again. "Come on little bro, you know you find me sexy. I mean you call me Big Tits, for heaven's sake." Sarafina said. "I suppose I do, but again, what's it matter? Makes no difference on the troubles at hand." Kaleb said tiredly after a moment. "Would you leave me alone sis? I think I am going to try and take a nap..." "Alright Know-It-All, I'll leave you alone, just try to lighten up a bit, ok?" Sarafina said sadly as she stood up and left her brother's room, making sure she remembered to close the door behind her. She stood in the hallway for a long moment thinking to herself; she was very worried about her little brother. She knew he would rather not do something at all than do something wrong, and this time it could seriously fuck up his life. After several minutes of serious contemplation her face lit up and she knew what she was going to do.
Kaleb awoke a few hours later and sighed before heaving himself into a sitting position. He sat there for a few moments before standing up and heading towards the door. On the way he passed the full length mirror on the wall and stopped to fix his sand-blonde hair and straighten his t-shirt. "Oh yeah, I am such a catch." he grumbled. He headed downstairs after a quick trip to the bathroom, only to stop short on the last step. He sniffed the air several times and looked around. "What is going on?" he wondered to himself. He looked around the foyer, noting the dim lights and drawn curtains before calling out, "Sara, you got a boyfriend over or something?" "Something like that Know-It-All, something like that!" she called from the sitting room. Her voice sounded strange to Kaleb, but in a good way; something he‘d never heard before. "Uh, all right, I'm just going to grab something from the kitchen and head back upstairs then." he called and took another deep breath. "She does not usually bring her boyfriends over here, must be somebody special. She‘s even got a fire going and... there‘s a scent I can‘t place, perfume maybe? Whatever it is I like it." he thought to himself. "Oh, there's no need for that little brother, I got dinner ready in here." Sarafina called to him in that same tone. "Um, won't your boyfriend mind eating dinner with your little brother?" he called back, his voice wavering slightly.
He heard her say something short, to quiet for him to make out, then footsteps coming towards the entrance to the foyer from the sitting room. His big sister stepped into view and Kaleb froze, his mind trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Sarafina was wearing only a golden cocktail dress that came down to her knees and was split so high up the side he could almost tell what panties she was wearing. The dress clung to her ample bosom tightly, showing off more than hiding. "Just get in here!" she said, grabbing his hand and practically yanking him off his feet. He followed her into the sitting room on auto-pilot, fighting to get his thoughts back in order but that was very hard going as his eyes kept falling to her tight rump swaying as she walked. She finally got him to the table set up in the sitting room and made him sit down.
"Uh, you look delicious sis, that is the dinner you made looks delicious!" Kaleb said and looked at the table as he tried not to blush. "Why thank you bro, I tried my best to make a delicious... dinner for you." Sarafina said as she sat down across from him. Kaleb tried his hardest not to stare at his sister, forcing himself to concentrate on his food. He managed to succeed for the most part, but the few times his sister leaned forward to reach for something on the table he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the vast amount of cleavage trying to bust out of her dress. "So, do you think my... boyfriend will like my dress?" Sarafina asked as she reached across the table for the salt. Kaleb quickly tore his gaze away from her beautiful breasts and looked down at his plate, "Most definitely big sister, most definitely." he replied quickly, sounding just a little out of breath. Kaleb quickly finished eating and stood up, "I'm going to go back upstairs and take a cold shower, a shower. Uh, have... fun with your boyfriend." "Hold on!" Sarafina said, sounding just a little ticked off. "You know, for someone who is supposed to be as smart as you are, you're kinda dumb aintcha?" "What do you mean by that??" Kaleb said, turning around; his brief flash of anger quickly fading as he realized his beautiful sister now stood just inches away from him. "I mean I don't have anyone coming over tonight." she said and waited. "Then what is with the fireplace and the dinner and the... dress?" he said, his voice catching a little as he looked back at her. She rolled her eyes and, with the same move she pulled on him earlier pushed her breasts together with her arms, the dress only just able to contain them. Kaleb's eyes widened and he took a step back, looking like he might bolt but Sarafina quickly stepped forward pressed him into the wall.
Kaleb couldn't think clearly. His mind was a whirl of confusion, the feeling of his sister's breasts pressed against him, the smell of her, the way she was looking at him... he couldn't get his thoughts in order to save his life. "It's quite simple Know-It-All, I am gonna give you an opportunity to learn what you wanna learn." Sarafina said before pressing herself even harder against him and pressing her lips to his. Kaleb froze when he felt his sister kiss him, all he could hear was his heart pounding much too fast and a voice in his head repeating "What do I do, what do I do, what the fucking hell do I do?!?!?!?" That voice fell silent, however, when he realized she wasn't just kissing him, he was kissing her back! His hands had found their way onto her back and were pulling her closer to him as he kissed her passionately.
After a few moments they were forced to come up for air and Sarafina said lustfully, "Well Know-It-All, you sure know how to kiss. Now, before we go any farther, are you certain you wanna lose your virginity to me? Because that‘s where this night will end up." Kaleb just stood there for a moment, shocked and staring at her then closed his eyes and centering himself. "Hey, why fight it?" he thought to himself before opening his eyes and smiling lustfully back her. "I am certain." he said and pulled her closer to him. "I need more practice kissing yet though, I‘m not good enough." he said before kissing her again. This time when they came up for air she put a hand to his chest and pushed herself away from him, looking at him like she had never seen him before. "Something wrong sister?" he said, a little worried. "It's just, you seem different all of a sudden." she said, looking at him searchingly. "Hmm, maybe it's because I feel... at ease for once." he said with a smile. "At ease? Why are you at ease all of a sudden?" she said wonderingly. "Simple. I realized that this is a good thing, a damned good thing. Something I've wanted since I walked in on you... taking care of yourself last week, and I decided not to fight it anymore." Kaleb said and stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
"Are you sure about this though sister? I mean, you can have any guy you like, are you sure you want to spend the night with your know-it-all little brother?" he said,looking her in the eye. Sarafina laughed a little and said, "Have you ever looked at yourself in that mirror in your room little brother? You are one damn handsome fox boy, and aside from that, you're sweet, smart, considerate... heck, if I had found another man like you I might be planning on settling down." Kaleb blushed at this and Sarafina kissed him again. "Now, let's begin the lesson for real." she said after they parted lips.
Sarafina stepped back and turned around, "Can ya help me with this zipper little bro?" Kaleb smiled widely at that and reached forward; sliding his hands from the bottom of her back all the way to her shoulders, making Sarafina jump and smile over her shoulder at him before beginning to slowly pull the nearly invisible zipper down. It took a good thirty seconds for him to get the zipper all the way to the bottom, but he enjoyed every second of it, the slow unveiling of his sister's luxurious red fur only serving to arouse him even more. When she felt him finish unzipping the back of her dress Sarafina turned around to face him and reached for the straps on her shoulders, moving first one, then the other off of her. The cocktail dress resembled a golden waterfall for a moment as it cascaded off her, revealing the luxurious red fur on her shoulders, arms and legs as well as the glorious white of her chest and crotch to her brother's wondering eyes.
Kaleb stared wondrously for a long moment before Sarafina reached forward and took his hands in hers and put them on her breasts. Kaleb's breath caught for a moment, then he began fondling his big sister's breasts, running his hands over every smallest piece he could. He ran his fingers in circles over on of her nipple sand reached down to cup the other whole breast from beneath, kneading it all the while. Sarafina closed her eyes and said, "A little more gently ‘round the nipples there little bro." Kaleb complied, moving his fingers a bit more gentle, but quicker, his fingers fairly danced over her bosom. After several minutes of playing with his sister's breasts Kaleb stopped and stood back, grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and lifting it over his head.
"Ooh, little brother, I knew you looked good, but damn." Sarafina said and ran a hand over his chest and down over his abs, a well defined six-pack visible under the fine white fur. Kaleb chuckled deep in his throat, "Oh? I figured you would have got a good look at me before, what with your voyeuristic spying and all." "Well, I had to be careful you didn't catch me then, so I never was able to get a real good look at you." Sarafina said and undid the clasp of his belt. Kaleb just smiled as his sister tugged his belt loose and unbuttoned his jeans. "I've never got a good look at this neither... I am really looking forward to it. I really liked what I did see." she said as she ran a hand over his crotch, feeling his hard member for the first time. Sarafina finished unzipping his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down in one smooth pull that put her face-to-head with his cock. Kaleb smiled down at his sister who had gone quiet all of a sudden, "Something wrong sis?" he asked. She reached out and stroked one hand along the full seven inches of hot fox meat before her before saying, "Not at all... damn, I wish more guys had cocks like your's little bro."
Sarafina stood up quickly and took a step back, Kaleb looking questioningly at her. "This is supposed to a be a lesson for you, not me, so let's get on with it before I....." she said, seemingly having trouble tearing her eyes off his cock. "Before you... what Big Tits?" Kaleb said with a lustful grin. That got him a quick glare from his big sister that she couldn't keep on her face when she saw his expression.
Sarafina rolled her eyes and took his hand before saying, "Alright, let's move on, shall we?" She led him over to the big couch in front of the closed hearth. She sat down facing her little brother and spread her legs, her hands on the outside of her legs. "This... is a pussy." she said with a silly grin that did nothing to detract from how horny she looked. Kaleb chuckled, "Oh really?" he asked, playing along. "Yes." she said, "Take a good long look." Kaleb was only too happy to oblige. He knelt down on the floor in front of her and drank in the sight of his big sister's pussy. Her fur was shorter and very fine around her crotch, showing off her full pouting lips wondrously. He could just make out the little nub of her clitoris, just peeking from it's hood at the top of her slit. He reached forward and gently ran a thumb over it, eliciting a quick gasp and a shudder from his sister. "Yes, don't be afraid to learn how it feels as well as looks." she said, her breath coming quicker now. Kaleb paid little heed to his sister's voice, he was totally enraptured by the beauty before him. He ran his hands over everything, her clit, the outside of her slit, he even spread her lips open and ran his thumbs along the inside, around the opening of her tunnel. He moved lower and groped her ass suddenly, earning him another gasp from his sister. He turned his attention back to her slit and began to focus his attentions.
Kaleb spread her lips again, only this time he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the inside of her slit, from her opening all the way to her clit. He paused a second after that first lick and nodded thoughtfully to himself, "You taste damn good sis." he said. Sarafina might have tried to respond to that, but Kaleb didn't giver her time. He licked her again, more forcefully this time, and while his left hand kept spreading her lips for his tongue; his right hand went to her clit and began running little circles around it. Sarafina gasped and reached a hand over and rested it on her little brother's head. "Ooh, little stronger there bro." she moaned. Kaleb complied, making his licking more intense. He was soon rewarded by the increased sweetness of her lips as she became increasingly aroused. "Fingers, some fingers in me now." Sarafina gasped, already climbing from her bother's ministrations. Kaleb stopped licking for a moment, and ran two fingers of his left hand along her lips, getting them slick with her juices before slowly easing them into his big sister‘s tunnel. Sarafina bucked at the feeling of her little brother pushing his fingers into her and began to pant, climbing even higher towards her peak. Kaleb began moving his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm and moved his tongue up to circle her clit. "Faster little bro, and deep as you can get." Sarafina panted, sounding almost delirious with arousal now. Kaleb began moving his fingers quicker and deeper, even adding a third one after a few moments, much to his sister's delight. It wasn't long before Sarafina began to climax, her entire body quaking, her legs coming together, squeezing his neck almost painfully between them for a good long number seconds before coming down, her head drooping, body relaxing completely.
"I see what you meant when you said I wanna ‘make the ladies melt under me' sis." Kaleb said with an amazed smile as he stared up at Sarafina, still kneeling between her legs. Sarafina didn't say anything, just made a come-hither motion with one hand. Kaleb stood up and leaned over her as she pulled him into a deep kiss. "Let me rest just a minute, eh little bro?" Sarafina said shakily, "You made me cum really hard just now." Kaleb smiled wide at that, he couldn't think of a better compliment than that at the moment. He sat down on the couch next to her and turned her sideways a little, so she was laying across him, her head on his far shoulder. They sat like that for a few minutes, just watching each other.
"Alright, now how about I test you on stamina, Know-It-All." Sarafina said after she had rested for a little while, and shifted around so her head fell into Kaleb's lap. "I would not mind that in the least, test away." Kaleb said, looking down at his sister nuzzling his hard cock. Sarafina smiled and stood up, moving around in front of her little brother and knelt between his legs. She took his cock in her hands and ran them up and down it's length several times before leaning in and licking a drop of pre off his tip. Kaleb jumped at the feeling of his sister's tongue on his cock, his eyes wide as he watched her. She licked the tip once more before moving her tongue down along the bottom of his entire length, then back up the top. She repeated this for a while, her hands always where-ever her tongue was not. She heard her brother's breathing slowly getting faster and faster. "Try not to cum tooo quick now little bro." Sarafina said just before sucking the tip of his cock into her mouth. Kaleb gasped and bucked his hips at the sudden sensation of suction, but bit his lip and determined he was not going to make it easy on his big sister. Sarafina looked up and saw the resolve on Kaleb's face and smiled, the gauntlet had been thrown.
"Let's just see how tough little bro is." she thought to herself and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She teased the head of his cock with her lips and her tongue while her hands slowly jerked him off. She gradually picked up speed and began making more intense motions with her tongue, licking around the crown of his dick and teasing the tip. She heard her brother's breathing stop suddenly, and prepared herself to swallow his cum, but it never came. She looked up at him and found him with his eyes closed, a look of intense concentration on his face. Kaleb felt his sister stop her work on his cock and opened his eyes. He smiled, showing all his teeth, when he saw her looking up at him confusedly. "No way sis, I am too intelligent to let loose so quick. I know a dozen different tricks to concentrate on something, and a dozen more to ignore something. So bring. It. On." he said and shook his head. Sarafina just raised an eyebrow at him and took her hands off his cock. Kaleb tossed his head back, his hands gripping the couch tight as his sister slowly mover her head down his cock, not stopping until she had nearly six inches of fox meat down her throat. She then started going back up, quickly developing a rhythm that began to wear down Kaleb's resistance extraordinarily quickly. It was only a minute later when he tensed up again and Sarafina quickly took all she could deep in her throat. Kaleb let out a loud bark and came, his seed shooting straight into his big sister's waiting throat. She swallowed every last drop before slowly easing off his cock.
"Ok, I give." Kaleb said tiredly and chuckled, "I don't feel like I lost though." "Heh, you didn't." Sarafina said with a smile as she moved up his body until she was resting her elbows on the couch, staring up at him. Kaleb's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at his big sister, her body shining with sweat and a hungry gleam in her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her and wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up so she was sitting on his lap, her slit resting on top of his still-hard member.. Sarafina broke the kiss and asked, "You ready for the final lesson already little brother?" Kaleb looked at her for a long moment before saying, "Final lesson? No. Another lesson, oh yes." Sarafina cocked her head to the side and looked at him quizzically. "I simply mean I hope this won't be the only time you deem to teach me like this, big sister." he said with a hopeful smile, looking her right in the eye. Sarafina thought for a moment, "I don't see why it should be, you're a lot better than most of the boys I've spent a night with." she said finally, "That is, if you don't mind spending some nights with your big sister." Kaleb laughed loudly and said simply, "I should be so lucky."
"Ooh, ok, enough talk." Sarafina said and reached down, pointing his throbbing cock up towards her waiting tunnel. She eased herself down slowly, feeling every inch of her little brother's cock penetrate her. Kaleb took a deep breath and watched as his cock disappeared into his big sister, he had never thought anything could feel so good. Sarafina finally reached bottom, her brother's cock up to the hilt in her tight tunnel. She sat there for a minute, head resting on his chest before bringing herself back up, all the way up until just the head of his cock was inside her before pushing herself back down, faster than before. Sarafina wasn't certain how long she could last, her little brother's cock felt so much better than any of the guys she had recently. She quickly sped up, moving faster and faster; Kaleb soon matched her movements, moving down as she moved up then ramming deep up into her as she shoved down. In and out, up and down, they both fell into the rhythm as old as time. His cock filling her depths one moment, the next moment an aching emptiness that was quickly filled once more. Sarafina's breath came faster and faster until an especially deep thrust by her brother sent her over the edge. Her back bowed, her head thrust towards the sky and her little brother's cock deep inside her, she came. Kaleb would have thought he never saw anything nearly so beautiful as his sister in the throes of her ecstasy, he wasn't able to think though. The feeling of his big sister's tunnel milking his cock as she climaxed pushed him over the edge as well; spurt after spurt of hot fox seed shooting deep inside her.
They sat together on the couch, her head resting on his chest, his cock still inside her for a long while after that. "Well little brother, you are definitely not just ‘some guy'." Sarafina said without moving. "Hah, well I definitely want you to teach me some more stuff big sister, just to be certain." Kaleb said contentedly. "Oh, I still have much to teach you Know-It-All." Sarafina said and grinned, thinking of all the fun possibilities. |
yp and dropout by dbj_rab | an old story i wrote and dun remember who these guys were lol - This story is not for those who are under the age of 18. This story contains m/m sexual details... Author is not repsonsible for any one who read this story and is not ok with it.. if you don't want to read m/m sexual story then why are | [
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It's a beautiful Saturday morning and as Yiffypuppy comes out of the gym, he accidentally runs into his crush.. Dropout.
"Hey watch where you're going.." Dropout says.
"oh .. I'm sorry droppy. I didn't see you there.." YP says.
"Humph.. just make sure to not do that again.." Dropout says.
"Okay.. say do you want to go with me to watch a new movie I just got at my house later today?" YP asked.
"hmm... " Dropout says as he glances around.. "Okay what the \*&\*\* sure. Beats going home and sitting and staring at the idiot box all by myself til parental units come home.." Dropout said.
"Great !" YP says with a hug. "Let's see..is around 4 pm fine?"
"Yeah that'd work good.." Dropout said.
"Okay well I'll see you there then.." YP says as he walks off towards his next class...
Dropout briefly looks back and glances at YP's swaying ass.. "hmm... he's kinda cute looking.." he thinks as he goes and hangs out in the alley by the gym...
Later after classes .. YP rushed home to make things ready for Dropout's arrival...
"Hmm let's see... " he says softly as he glances around.. making sure everything was in a somewhat presentable manner.."There that should do it.."
A few minutes later Dropout showed up and the door.. "Hey YP I'm here.. " he called.
"Okay be right down.." YP said.. barely containing his excitement at having the dog of his dreams in his house..
"Hi. Come on in.. please excuse the mess.." YP says as he invited Droppy in...
"eh.. " Droppy said as he shrugs and walks in.. "So what's this new movie you kept ranting about.?" He asked as he sat on the couch..
"Oh.. well I'll show you in a few mins.. " YP said. "Can I get you anything?"
"Yes.. your sexy body.." he imagined Droppy saying..
"Nah I'm cool.. " Droppy says as he leans back into the couch...
"Pretty nice looking pad your have here.."
"Thanks.. we try our best.." YP said.
"So where are you parents at?"
"Well at the moment their off on vacation and I decided to stay behind.. this time."
"He.. so got the house all to yourself eh?.. " Droppy says with a smirk..
"Yeah.. guess you could say that.. They'll be back by next Saturday tho.."
"So going ot have any parties?" Droppy asked.
"No.. I'm not really into parties that much.."
"So ready to see the video I have?"
"Ok sure thing.."
They walk up into YP's room..
"well I'll start the video as soon as I change out of these sweaty clothes.." YP says as he headed towards the bathroom leaving the door open.. and then strips down naked.. then getting into a pair of short shorts and t-shirt..
Droppy briefly glanced out the door to look at him.. sorta curious.. as all males are at one another...
He then quickly turns his head as YP enters the room again.
YP notices that Droppy seems tnese.. "what's wrong?"
"oh nohting .." Dropy mumbles..
"you sure?.. I could give you a massage if you wish.."..
Droppy shrugs.. then YP goes behind him to knead his shoulders gently...
Droppy still feels a bit tense as YP kneads his shoulders gently.. removing his shirt to caress the soft
Brown fur....
YP pants a bit as he works his way down Droppy's spine.... Kneading and caressing the small of his back.. working his way lower...while playing the sex vdieo...
Droppy watches it entranced at seeing two males suddenly buck nacked in front of the other as they began to caress themselves...while YP massages his chest and then carefully reaches down into Droppy's back pants......
Droppy began to relax a bit more as YP massaged him more... getting turned on by watching the two huge males beginning to suck and fondle each other... hearing their moans and groans of pleasure as they got harder and bigger.....
YP massaged Droppy's lower back... then caressed his tail a bit....licking his ears as he does so. Droppy moaned a bit in pleasure... seeing the two dogs 69'ing each other.. their head bobbing up and down on eachother's dick...
Droppy turned suddenly to YP... "You set me up for this didn't you?" he asked....
YP tuend and merely said yes.
"Why you dirty.. rotten.. sexy puppy.." Droppy says... leanforward to suddenly kissing YP.
YP mmfff'ed in surprise.. not expecting that...
Droppy smiled.. "I've had my eye on you for some time now... was wondering when you'd make your move.."
"gulps.. oh really?" YP said.
Droppy nods and then turns his attention back to the video. Gives YP a wink and then acts like nohting had happened.
YP stared a bit.. then resumed his caresses.... Reaching down into Droppy's pants to caresses his ass..and tail base..
Droppy moaned and leaned into YP... as the dogs on the video started to fuck earch other's asses....
He pants..and growls softly..mmmmm closing his eyes a bit.....
YP then pushed his pants down a bit... caressing the bulge in Droppy's underwear...
Droppy whined softly as he felt YP's paw on his sheath.. his dick popping out a bit... He shivers and growls softly... beginning to rub YP arm softly.....
YP whimpered and pushed Droppy's underwear down..revealing his hard on as it emerged from his sheath.... YP panted at the site of it... He goes back to massaging Droppy's feet..sucking on the toes a bit... watching as Droppy's bone got bigger..harder...
Droppy groaned and twtiches a bit in pleasure... YP sucking harder on his toes...reaching up to caress Droppy's cock tenderly...
YP drooled and whined as he sucked on Droppy's toes as he watched the tv... seeing the two dogs..fuck and cumm all over.. as YP licked upawrds towards his boner....
Droppy gasped as he felt YP's tongue around his dick head.. and YP's paw fondling his balls....
"mmmm" he moans... leaning back a bit more.. very hard and turned on after seeing the two dogs fuck and cum all over each other....
YP sucked harder... rubbing Droppy's balls more...spreading his thighs apart a bit as he sucked faster..harder... beginning to finger Droppy's tail hole....
Droppy bucked and panted as YP fingered his tight ass... wincing a bit in the pain but moans at the pleasure.... YP sucked harder..rubbing his balls more...Droppy panted..twtiches..whined..growled..as he thrusted..upwards.hard...tensing...and suddenly cumming heavily into YP's mouth....
YP sucked and drank as much as he could as Droppy climaxed for first time in his muzzle... He monaed as he drank it... Droppy panting heavily and twtiching as the pleasure over took him as he came for first time.... He whimpered and groaned... instictivly caressing YP's head as he felt his semen go down his new lover's throat...
YP sucked and smiles.. massagin Droppy's toes a gain... as he finishes his "drink".
YP then goes close and snuggles with Droppy... "So..pants... you more relaxed now?" he asked between breaths...
"Ooohhh yeah... pants..gods that was..mmm unbelievable.. " Droppy maoned... cuddling YP close...
"I think I'm in love.." Droppy says softly.. kissing YP tenderly....
YP moaned and kissed back.... Rubbing Droppy's sides as he does so... Droppy yipping a bit.... Scrtitching YP's back as they kiss...... falling asleep into each other's arms......
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