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Big Blue by Muskwalker	I know people often think of me as the totally passive bottom skunk who takes anything that comes his way, and... well, that's true and I couldn't credibly pretend otherwise. When people are surprised at why my Rumblr profile lists me as hungry--a guy who'll swallow other guys--I remind them of	[ "Chubby", "Diaper", "Diapers", "Digestion", "Gay", "House", "M/M", "Masturbation", "Pig", "Scat", "Skunk", "Stretching", "Vore (soft)" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146805-big-blue	I know people often think of me as the totally passive bottom skunk who takes anything that comes his way, and... well, that's true and I couldn't credibly pretend otherwise. When people are surprised at why my Rumblr profile lists me as hungry--a guy who'll swallow other guys--I remind them of another salient fact about me: I'm a hopelessly fat hognose who needs to keep his belly filled and is occasionally stricken by extreme cravings. Tonight was one of those nights. I scrolled through pages and pages of eager dinners, looking for someone I thought would satiate me. There were a lot of smaller guys; they're not my type and I generally leave them to the less experienced. There were a few guys who were more in my league, but for various reasons didn't think I was in theirs--maybe being over 30 makes me too old, maybe sensitive noses aren't interested in being intimate with a skunk, maybe it's the... variety of other fetishes listed on my profile that scares them off. The usual friends didn't seem to be online. And then I saw a face I hadn't seen before. In a sea of conventional fur colorations, he stood out with a rather deep blue hide. Tapping through to his profile and seeing the whole of him on display... well, I was impressed. The blue pig was thick and flabby, his belly covering his crotch in most of the pictures. He had a broad snout with the most cavernous nostrils--shut up, you like weird stuff too--and he had, in all capital letters across the top of his profile, the warning PLEASE DO NOT OFFER ME APPLES. I sent him a ping--just a simple OINK from one snouter to another. His first response didn't even take five seconds to come in: Hey, I was just looking at your profile and Oh hey, his next line came in. Hungry tonight then? Like you wouldn't believe. --- By the time he showed up at my house, we'd already put together a wishlist for the evening: a fattening meal for him, a load of cum in me, a bottle of barbecue sauce on him... but really, for a random hookup, you don't expect half the things you talk about to happen; most of it's just there to keep your dick hard till you feel open enough to share your address. There was one thing that did seem to be certain though: he mentioned he might show up with a diaper, and based on the bulge at his rear there was no doubt that the pig at my door was wearing one. Okay, 'bulge' was understating it. You can hide a bulge, with loose enough clothing. The blue pig who wouldn't give his name was basically dragging a bean bag behind him as he waddled through the door. And it stank. "Is that--" "Diapers for Hypers," he said. "I don't have a hyper hole myself but... yeah." "You're doing a good job filling it then. How long have you been wearing it?" "Just three days... they're only guaranteed for a week. But I'm not filling it up. You are." "OINK?" He reached a hand under my belly and rubbed my dick through my sweatpants. "Man, that got you hard. You like being made to wear used diapers?" "OINK." The arousal was powerful and involuntary and came with a sense of déjà vu. (My mates weren't even into messy diapers, but I felt like... like maybe they did once, and I'd forgotten?) The pig didn't notice my moment of distraction. "But yeah. I'm filling my new mud pit with my own muck. The muck this belly's going to turn me into." He slapped my gut playfully. "So that's... all you?" "Three times over. Now let's get out of these clothes--you've got a dinner to eat." --- I sprawled out naked in front of the couch as my blue friend carefully worked his way out of his padding and secured it in place around my own hips. My dick was hard as I felt the load of muck against my rump, but the diapers were made to accommodate hyper bulges, so my own dink didn't even get in the way at all. "How's that fit?" he said, rubbing a hand over my crotch. "OINK...!" I squirmed, but with industrial tapes holding the digested weight of three chubby pigs between my legs, mobility was difficult. I wondered, not for the first time, how he managed to drag it around. "That's exactly what I like to hear." He straddled my chest, belly resting on his legs and blotting out my vision as he flopped a fat kielbasa of a cock on my snout. It was remarkably clean given where it'd been all day, but the smell was incredible. Extremely powerful thighs gripped my head as he reached under his gut, hooked two fingers into my nostrils, and pulled my mouth open. "That's right. Open wide." I opened wide. Obviously I couldn't have done otherwise, given how he had me pinned down, but I didn't need to be told anyway: you put a dick in front of a slut's face, he wants to suck on it. Practically a law of physics, that. But the pig in charge wasn't trying to cram a dick in me yet. Two big blue hands pulled my mouth open, letting me taste the warm air rolling off his crotch. "That as wide as it gets? You sure you can handle a whole pig? I couldn't even fit an arm down this, much less this tub." His gut wobbled as he pulled his hands free and scooted back, giving me a bit of daylight as he tucked that belly under my chin. "You're not just here to fantasize, are you?" Hey now. "I've eaten bigger than you before, don't you worry. I get help though, look." I tried to push Big Blue's legs aside to get to the little gold device around my neck that was compensation for not having any magic or my own. "What's that?" he said, as I paged through many abstract icons till I found what I was looking for--a change useful for binging days. "Unlimited capacity." I tapped the icon and tucked the device back under the pig's belly, against my chest. "Is that so," he said, sticking his hands in my mouth to pull it open again. This time I could feel my face give way as he pulled, an intense, exhilarating stretching sensation of the kind most folks can only manage with a monster dildo, a tub of lube, and lots of practice. "Holy fuck," he said. "You ain't kidding." He reached his thick arm down my throat experimentally. "Huyyaheh ahhah ehh..." He pulled out. "What was that?" I tried to get my mouth back into shape. "So do I get to suck you off?" "Fuck no," he said. "I can't wait to climb inside here." "What? But--" He forced my mouth open again. I tried to protest as he climbed off me for a better angle, but with his hands in my mouth I still couldn't manage articulate speech; my limbs flailed uselessly under the weight of the pig at one end and the diaper at the other as he started crawling down my throat. There really was no other way to describe it. The big blue pig got on all fours, streeeeetched my jaw wide enough to pull over his head--if you don't understand why that got my dick so hard, you have to come over and try it sometime--and started pushing forward, his snout sliding my throat open, his heavy chest dragging over my face. I reached down to stroke myself through the padding as the intensity of the sensations escalated--my ribcage creaking with the strain of stretching far enough to admit a person bigger than my whole self, my esophagus being held open by his elbows as my mouth stretched to contain the circumference of that impressive gut of his... I could only imagine how my gut must look, what level of distention--was I stretched out enough that the outline of his features would be visible in my hide, or was I fat enough by now that even with something his size I'd just look intensely round? I jerked myself harder as I pictured what the scene must look like from above. I'll definitely need to set up a camera next time. The pig's thick blue cock thwapped against my snout as he worked his way forward, and I braced myself for what would come next. If you're swallowing a big guy upright, the widest part is generally going to be the gut, or maybe the hips if he's pretty pear-shaped--but a guy crawling on all fours is usually going to be widest around the knees. I couldn't help but shoot my load into the hyper-absorbent padding as he maneuvered his thighs inwards enough to stretch my mouth open further and I felt the full height of him from tail to knee enter my throat. My whole body was trembling from the feeling. And as he moved forward bit by bit, my jaw cleared his enormous rump and started to close back up over those thick hams. It was a relief when the last of him was inside of me and I could feel my stomach tighten up around him, replacing the feeling of being stretched with a feeling of blessed fullness. I basked in that bliss, feeling the big pig in my belly moving around till neither of us could stay conscious any further. I fell asleep. --- I was awakened by a knock at the door. While the heavy lump that had been the pig had given way overnight to a much softer mountain of fat, I was still far too encumbered to get up. "Come in!" I called out. The respawned pig came in, sat down beside me, and rubbed my gut. "Haven't let me out yet?" I blushed deeply, shaking my head. "I'm still... kind of shy about that." He slapped my gut playfully. "You can't be serious, buddy. It's gotta come out one way or another. Why not here and now with a big strong porker to take care of you?" There are some offers you don't turn down, especially when you have a history of jamming toilets and the plumber never can seem to find your house. "All right, all right." The pig held my paw as I bore down, his spare hand stroking over my gut again as the mass inside me pushed my hole open; I half felt like I was giving birth as I forced the digested remains of his body into the borrowed padding, the fresh warm shit mixing with the cooler muck that had been plastered across my rump. "There you go..." The massive diaper swelled visibly with each push, towering over even my newly-expanded gut and filling the room further with its stink. The bowel movement got more difficult as it went on, my tailhole working to push out undigested bone along with the softer scat, and eventually I felt the pig's old skull stretch me out to a worrying degree before it was ejected out with a simultaneous pop and squish. I lay back, recovering my breath when my body decided it had nothing further to contribute. The big blue pig gave me a minute or two to rest before undoing the tapes that held the diaper in place and refastening them around his own hips. "Good job," he said, moving to the door and still apparently ignoring the difficulty that ought to be involved in dragging a half-ton sack of shit behind him. "Maybe I'll invite you over for that blowjob once I finish filling my mud pit." "What? But--" I scrambled to get up in a way that wouldn't smear the carpet, and gave up. "Weren't you going to clean me up?" "Fuck no," he said, maneuvering the diaper through the doorway. "I've got more hungry guys to hunt down." He slammed the door behind him, smirking. I grumbled and made my way to the shower.
Chapter 2 - Exhibitionist Tendencies by Useless_Providence	Part 2, reuploaded. * * * Spear was the first to rise. He woke with the most blissful, warm and content sensation saddling his midriff, running all the way from his loins, up through his ribcage and spreading throughout his chest. The wolf hugged himself tight, content to simply lay there and enjoy	[ "Exhibitionism", "M/F", "MILF", "Oral", "Public", "Vixen", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149227-chapter-2-exhibitionist-tendencies	Part 2, reuploaded. --- Spear was the first to rise. He woke with the most blissful, warm and content sensation saddling his midriff, running all the way from his loins, up through his ribcage and spreading throughout his chest. The wolf hugged himself tight, content to simply lay there and enjoy his euphoria while the world came into focus around him. He had slept well, the most restful night he had experienced in a while; his dreams full of the tantalising, gorgeous vixen he had mated on the kitchen table. Vividly, he recalled what the had done; how he had watched her strip, watched her flaunt her fur and curves in front of him as her clothing fell away, how she had teased him mercilessly, then taken his length in her muzzle for a single, agonising suck. Over and over, he replayed the image of her spreading her legs for him, spreading her pussy, demanding his cock. How he had put his best friend's mother on that dining room table and fucked her senseless. Naturally, Spear had spent a good hour following his tussle with Lexi furiously and shamelessly pawing at himself. It hadn't been the same; nothing could compare to the sensation, the raw, hot feeling of dripping wet vixen cunt lips spreading about rock hard wolfcock. Still, he had cum several times, adding his own musk to Lexi's juices that still so thickly stained the fur about muzzle, still tickling at his nose and causing his member to twitch with need. It was perhaps appropriate, then, that the first thing Spear came to realise upon waking was just how much he reeked. ". . . Crap." Upon removing himself to the bathroom and rinsing his face with a few splashes from the sink, Spear realized that he didn't have a change of clothes. Much less than that, he didn't even have a toothbrush. Figuring that a clean wolf with bad breath was better than a dirty wolf with bad breath, he stepped into the shower and ran the water, keeping the temperature lukewarm. He needed to both wake up and calm his still-raging hormones. It didn't help much. Still, he was at least clean. Spear searched around for some deodorant, musing over whether Lexi would be turned off by him smelling too much like her son. Believing that the deodorant would likely be somewhat overpowering in his thick fur, he dried himself off and stepped from the bathroom, still wearing his school clothes from the previous day. He briefly entertained the notion of heading down the hallway and into Lexi's room, but decided to leave her be. As close as the two had come last night, waking someone up in their own home was incredibly rude. The kitchen, in that case. Digging through the fridge, the wolf pulled out a can of iced tea, popped the top and sat at the table. He sipped at the chilled liquid, staring out into space as a million and one thoughts rushed through his mind. Most were what would be expected of any teenage boy after a night of passionate, wild sex; thoughts of fancy and lust. He ran the events and sensations over and over through his head, and fantasised as to what they could do next. Fuck in her bed? In the car? Maybe he's ask her for a little striptease. . . But above all else, one thought kept coming back to him, something he couldn't shake. He had cum inside her. Spear was hardly an A-grade student when it came to biology, but he knew enough. The thoughts of what might result from his actions were something he wasn't quite willing to face up to yet. If he was honest with himself, he didn't really want to know, at least not yet. His stupor was interrupted by the sound of a pair of feet clambering down the stairs followed by the sight of a fluffy red fox emerging from the hallway. Spear's tail started to wag happily. "Oh, hey there, Ryebread!" A still bleary-eyed Ryan patted his way into the kitchen, fetching himself some milk from the fridge. "Morning, Spear," he yawned, taking a few gulps directly from the carton. "Where's Mom?" "I have no idea, I just woke up a little bit ago." He placed the can down, smiling broadly at his friend. It was perhaps a little uncharacteristic of him to be this perky so early in the morning, even if they had both managed to sleep in a little. Ryan didn't seem to notice. After finishing with the milk, he dug his way through the fridge. Pulling out the few remaining slices of pizza, he deposited them on a plate and placed them in the microwave. As it hummed away, the fox took a seat at the table, waiting for his breakfast to heat up. Ryan couldn't help but notice that his face twitched a few times, and then cast his eyes about the room, as if searching for something. Then, he sniffed at the air a few times. "What's that smell?" Spear took a few whiffs of his own. ". . . Oh, shit." His eyes sank to the surface of the table. There was still a distinctive glaze to it, a stickiness, and a pungent odour. He had done his best to clean up after his late night escapades, but had clearly failed to actually remove the scent of sex from the kitchen. Made aware of it, it now assaulted his own senses; heavy, rich and unquestionably obvious. "Shit. . . shit shit shit!" After laughing for a second, he finally replied. "It's probably me. I. . . uh, hadn't planned on staying for the weekend, or even the night. I'm wearing the same dirty clothes, but I showered. I swear!" Ryan sniffed a few more times before the expression on his face changed from confusion to realization. He had known his friend to make more than a few dirty jokes, and drew an appropriate conclusion. "Hey, Spear?" The fox's voice was but a shy whisper. "Were you jerking off on the couch?" "Um..." Once a moment passed, Spear sighed, and nodded. "Yeah, I did. Sorry." He looked around, keeping an eye out for Lexi. When he was sure she was still asleep in her room, he leaned over towards his friend, splitting a sly grin. "Do you have any lube? Jerking just with a paw dry is fine, but, you know. . . if I'm going to be over for the whole weekend, you need to help a friend out." Now Ryan twisted his face to one of mock-disgust. "Damn, Spear! First you get a boner over my Mom, and now you want lube to jack off with? Maybe this is why you don't have a girlfriend!" "Have you even seen your mom?!" A laugh came from the wolf. "Who would need a girlfriend when they have that to come over and look at?" Ryan dropped his head, staring into his lap for a moment. Sure, maybe Spear didn't have a girlfriend, but that wasn't to say that some of the girls at school weren't interested; he was without doubt an attractive wolf. On the other hand, Ryan was yet to fully develop, and was still considered 'cute' rather than 'hot' by most of his female classmates. Cute got you a hug and maybe a kiss or two, but not much else. "Actually, Spear," he said, lowering his voice a little. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" Spear quickly looked out the window, avoiding eye contact with Ryan as he asked the question. There were some cute girls at school, and some who had even approached him, but he had never felt a particular urge to reciprocate. In light of his recent experience with Lexi, he very much doubted a highschool girl could compare to a full-bodied, sultry vixen. With a shrug, he began. "Really, I'm. . . not too sure. I guess it's hard to take someone seriously if they're crushing over you, or if you're crushing over someone else, and all only because you think they're cute. I'd rather date someone I think is smart and have stuff in common with, so I'm not going to ask a chick in the hallway out just because she has nice boobs or something." He scoffed, and took another sip of his tea. "That's what stupid jocks do." "Spear, you are a little bit of a jock, at least compared to me," replied Ryan, raising his voice a little. "Look at you! Even Mindy is all over you! I. . . " He cut himself short and quickly closed his mouth before returning to his pizza. Spear gave him a quizzical look, tilting his head to the side as he replied. "Mindy? Who's that?" "She's. . ." Ryan pushed a piece about his plate. "You know! That cute mouse girl in my class. I was talking with her for about a week, and I thought I might ask her out. . ." "...Did she say no?" Ryan nodded solemnly. "She said she didn't date predators, but,well, I overheard her talking with some of her friends about how she was only hanging out with me to get closer to you!" "She used you to get to me?" Spear pressed his teeth together, grinding his fangs over themselves. "That's pretty stupid of her, since it wouldn't work. I'm really not looking for anyone, like I said before." He gave the fox a playful punch to the shoulder. "Besides, I've already got someone." Ryan looked up from his pizza. "What! Who?" "Your mom!" Spear jabbed a few more times at his friend as he burst into laughter. Ryan rolled his eyes. "Jeez, Spear, I really don't need to hear about your jerking yourself off to my mom." "But she's soooo hot!" "Yes, she is." Lexi sauntered into the room, clad head-to-toe in a dressing gown, keeping herherself well hidden for the time being. The vixen yawned loudly, flashing her fangs as she opened her maw and stretched upward, rising to the very tops of her toes as she worked all the kinks and knots from her body. "Le-. . . uh, Miss Lee!" Spear sat bolt upright in his chair, his fur standing on end. "Dirty little boys should keep their jokes to themselves!" she growled, playfully waving her finger at Spear. "I. . . um. . . sorry, I was just messing with Ryan," Spear retorted, keeping his gaze averted, not wanting to make eye contact with Lexi just yet. He suddenly felt very awkward, especially with both her son and his friend present. Though they had most certainly had sex on the very table before them, it was almost like a dream. As if it hadn't actually happened, and the whole thing had been some mastubatory fantasy he can concocted while pleasuring himself on the couch. He didn't realise it, but he had kept his head lowered for some time. "Coffee, Spear?" asked Lexi, jolting him from his stupor. "Ryan doesn't like the stuff." Ryan stuck out his tongue to show his disapproval as Spear took the offered mug. "Anyway, seeing as none of us are doing anything, I'd like to treat you boys to a fun day out. Movies, a theme park if you want, or we can go play some paintball. Your choice!." Spear's ears pricked up. Movies? Paintball?! His own parents never took him anywhere! "But first..." Lexi turned to Ryan. "This smelly little fox needs a shower. Off you go! I'll get Spear some of your, erm, father's old clothes he can wear. They should just about fit him, I think." Ryan quickly finished the last few bites of leftover pizza before depositing the plate in the sink, and made for the bathroom. When Lexi was sure the sounds of the shower had drowned out his ability to hear outside the room, she locked her eyes with Spear and grinned. "Well. . . good morning." Spear took a sip from his coffee, briefly flashing his eyes at her. "Um. . . h-hi." "Awww, what happened to my big, strong wolfy?" she asked, errantly stirring some sugar into his coffee. A lot of sugar, in fact. More than he'd normally want. "He was so eager to take me, and now he's hiding behind his cup. Won't even stop me from making it too sweet. . ." Spear lowered the cup to his waist. "Well. . ." "You know, Spear," Lexi began, sliding her way around to his side of the table. "I was fingering myself this morning, thinking about last night. Thinking about your cock." She tickled her paw along the top of his leg before sliding her way into his lap, the gown riding up and pressing panty-covered rump into his crotch. The corner of her mouth curled ever so slightly upward, and her voice softened. "For real this time." Spear finally looked to her, his eyes going wide as he recalled the faces she had made for him during their little game. "Wait, Lexi, you're saying that. . . last night, when I thought you were. . . um . . when you said you were. . . you know?" Lexi giggled and hugged his face to her chest. "Oh, you're so adorable! It was cute to see you all worked up like that!" "Uh. . . um. . ." He coughed, making a show of clearing his throat. "Well, I dreamed of you all night, too. I was jerking off to you. . . before you found me and played cards." She planted a kiss on his cheek. "Dirty wolfy." By now, Spear felt more than a little tingle in his crotch. With Lexi's gorgeous, firm ass pressing into him, the wolf couldn't help but allow his paws to wander. He slid them up and under her gown, moving them around to the small of her back and scratching just above her tail with one, while the other rubbed gently along her thigh. The vixen closed her eyes and hummed softly at the attention, her lips parting ever so slightly when his fingers drifted just a little too far up and briefly came into contact with the warmth between her thighs. "Still feisty, are we?" she whispered, turning to face him with half-lidded eyes as she licked her lips. "How can I not be? You're working me up on purpose, I can tell that much!" His paw suddenly slid underneath her and gave her rump and firm squeeze. "Spear. . ." "Yes, Lexi?" Any further conversation was momentarily silenced by Lexi's muzzle locking with his own. Her lips tickled over his for a split second before she hungrily engulfed his maw, slipping her tongue out and probing past his fangs to curl about inside. Eagerly he returned the kiss, his saliva mixing with hers as their tongues wrapped over each other's, tasting one another. His paw was sliding further and further under her, inching toward her honeypot, when she pulled back from the kiss. "Promise me something." she said. Spear blinked a few times, his heart still pounding after the kiss. "Sure, Lexi, anything," She sighed. "I know Ryan's having a tough time. He used to be so cheerful and happy before his father left." "Oh. . . he did mention that, I've just never really asked him about it." "I was head over heels for that todd, madly in love. Too bad he turned out to be a complete scumbag." She planted another quick kiss on his lips. "Promise me you'll make sure he doesn't turn out like that." Spear flashed her a grin. "I wouldn't be friends with a jerk, so you can count on me!" "Thanks, that makes me happy.' She rested her head on his shoulder. "Ryan's going to be a real heartbreaker in a few years, the girls will be all over him, I mean, just look at his Mom! He's going to need you though; he needs you to be the big brother he never had." Spear could only nod. "Sorry to offload all this onto you, Spear, but. . . " Her grin returned. "If you want to bang a mom, you're going to have to deal with the emotional baggage that comes along with it." Like a switch, Lexi's demeanor went from from concerned mother to horny vixen almost instantly. She traced her finger down his chest, her expression now one of pleading and innocence. "You still want to, don't you? You still want this sexy fox mama, even though she's a bad girl who'd fuck her son's best friend?" Spear gulped. He had been willing to pass the previous night off as a one-time-only affair, but it seemed that Lexi had other ideas. "Oh, h-hell yes I want you!" "Mmmmm." she moaned, gyrating her rear in his lap. "Does little wolfy want to be my boy-toy? If he's good, he'll get all the hot, wet vixen pussy he wants. . ." Hearing those words come from her mouth, so heated, so breathy and dripping with obscene lust; it was almost too much for the wolf to take. The whirlwind of the past twelve hours had sent his mind spinning. He had this absolutely gorgeous fox all but demanding that he make his cock available for her whenever she needed it; a duty he would gladly fulfil. He thought for the briefest moment about his friend. This was his mother, and though Spear knew he would never be the most important male in her life. . . '. . . all the vixen pussy he wants. . .' He opened his mouth to respond, only to be silenced by Lexi pushing a finger to his lips. "Ask nicely." Spear bit his lip as the finger was retracted. It was embarrassing to say; such a shameful, dirty request! The offer, though, was simply too good to pass up. "Can, um. . ." he stammered, finally looking her in the eyes. ". . . Can I be your boy-toy?" "I'd like that!" Lexi squealed in delight. She hadn't honestly expected him to turn her down, but simply hearing the words had given her a rush. A very, very sensual rush. The vixen started to pant. Her sex drive, so long dormant, had been kicked into overdrive. It took a good deal of restraint on her part to not simply throw her gown off, force Spear onto the floor and fuck him senseless. The fingers that had played over her crotch just moments ago now found their mark, stroking lightly through the fabric at her damp folds, just teasing, never pushing hard enough to any real pleasure. Lexi purred softly at the attentions of the younger male, relishing in the opportunity to simply be attended to. To have her own pleasure placed on a pedestal above even his own. "And. . . what might my boy toy want to do to me? What's he going to do to his vixen?" The question was breathily exhaled from her mouth, her hips waving about in his lap, sliding moist fox pussy over strong lupine fingers. "Well. . . I. . ." The wolf's response was cut short. Yelping loudly as Lexi's paw snaked down his back to grasp firmly at his rump, the vixen pricking her claws lightly at the tight muscle underneath. "Yes?" she asked sweetly. "What might I do to you?" he mused, regaining some composure as her paw returned to his back. "I'd do anything you ask, but I'd really like to. . ." "I really want to eat you out and for you to cum in my mouth!" He blushed, and then whispered one more word after he had a moment to calm down. "...Sorry." "Why is my little wolfy sorry?" Lexi cooed, brushing his thick mane. "Any girl would be thrilled to have someone so eager to go down on them!" Spear turned his head, momentarily breaking eye contact with the vixen in his lap. "Oh, well I've only um . . . tasted a girl once before, and, well. . ." He trailed off. "Awww!" Lexi hugged him tight. Though oozing with confidence around his friends, alone as they were, his shyness was overwhelmingly cute. "Well, wolfy," she continued, flicking his nose. "You had a quick taste last night. Want some more?" Spear's ears pricked up at the offer; his response coming quickly and assertively. "Yes!" Pressing his paw more firmly against her panty-clad crotch, his palm mashed against her cunt, rubbing back and forth and giving the vixen something to grind against. Lexy eagerly took advantage of Spear's boldness and thrust her hips forward, desperately gyrating her crotch to meet his motions as her words quickly turned to moans and gasps. After several moments of her needy vocalizations, his finger pulled the fabric aside, finally exposing her sex to him. A digit pressed into her, slipping past her drenched folds and invading her love tunnel. Without pause, Spear pumped it back and forth, stimulating her as best he could, his free paw pressing into her back to hold her body close to his. A second finger joined the first as both the speed and wetness of his ministrations increased. "Oohhhh. . .ohhh. . . wolfy! Do you like it? Do you like having your fingers inside me?" she moaned throatily, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure. "Keep that up. Make your foxy vixen cum!" "C-can I use my mouth?" The wolf started to whimper. "Please?" After a brief moment of humming, Lexi answered. "Ryan usually takes about ten minutes in the shower, sometimes a little longer," she said with a wink, squirming about as Spear's finger's continued to work at her nethers, "That gives you about three minutes to make me feel good with that tongue of yours." The invitation was all he needed. Whatever reservations he may have had, about this friend being awake and so close by, or about the simple fact that he was sexually involved with mother, had all evaporated away. His vixen was asking that he pleasure her. No, she was demanding it. Demanding his tongue go inside her cunt. Growling, he thrust his head forward, clamping his jaws down on her neck and biting. It wasn't strong enough to piercing her flesh, but it nevertheless sent shivers down her body, causing the vixen to whimper slightly. "Spear!" The wolf didn't reply. Pushing Lexi from his lap and to her feet, he jumped from the chair and fell to his knees in front of her. "Three minutes?" he said, licking his lips. "That should be enough time to make you cum." Leaning back against the table, the vixen spread her legs in response. "Oh? then why don't you show me just how great wolves are?" Ever keen to rise to a challenge, Spear wasted no time in grasping at her thighs with his paws and parting her legs further, pulling one up and over his shoulder to run down his back. The aroma of her arousal hit him in the face like a truck, over-stimulating his senses of causing a good deal of saliva to pool in his mouth, drooling out and down the side of his muzzle. Her petals were bare before him, parting slightly to reveal their glistening, moist inner folds. He couldn't resist any longer, not that he had intended to. He needed to taste her, and he needed it now. "Oh fuck. . . Spear. . . Ooh, GOD DAMN!" Her voice rang out as Spear's long, lupine tongue lashed out and found her pussy, dragging across her folds with a wet, hungry lick. Immediately, he growled, the intoxicating taste of her essence flooding his muzzle and driving him to push his maw tighter against her, probe his tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch. Last night had just been a quick little taste, but this was the raw deal. Every inch of her snatch was his to eat, to suck and lick as much as he wanted. His growls became savage and feral as he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue inside her. Writhing it about inside, he lavished the walls of her tunnel, pushing the quivering flesh aside as the flexible, pink muscle found her most sensitive spot. After a few slurps back and forth, he had her gasping and panting madly, all but begging for more. Lexi's paws shot to the table, gripping hard as her knees buckled under her. The sensation rocketing through her loins, coursing through every nerve in her body, was simply too much to bear. She opened her mouth and screamed; howled his name while yelling and howling in wanton, profane bliss. "FUCK! EAT ME. . . EAT ME SPEAR!!!" When her release came, she let out a long, guttural howl, lifting her legs up off the floor and clamping them hard around Spear's head. Crossing them behind his back and pulling his warm, lapping tongue deeper into her snatch, she came. And came hard. Lexi's cunt shuddered and spasmed as she gushed, her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue hanging from her mouth and drooling as she lost all semblance of control, wanting only to feel Spear's tongue eat and lick her, needing nothing else. Caring about nothing else. "OOOOOOHHHHHH. . . GOD!" The final word reverberated in her throat Her fluids flooded his muzzle, coating his face and dribbling down his chin to stain his chestfur with her essence. She humped and bucked wildly, each thrust bring a fresh squirt. The wet sound of their obscene act, as well as the scent and smell of her shameless release, filled the kitchen. The wolf eagerly drank up her cum, relishing the sensation of her steaming hot juices on his face, on his tongue, in his mouth. Almost maddened by the lust overwhelming his every thought, he powered his tongue through her orgasm, continuing to lap at her folds as she screamed. As her orgasm crested, she tightened her thighs, her whole body shuddering and contorting and she spurted one last spray, before relaxing, collapsing down from the table and into Spear's arms. "I. . . I think we've. . . got. . . a-about. . . one minute," she panted. Though they had precious few seconds, if any at all, before Ryan would emerge from the bathroom, Lexi was content to rest in Spear's arms, and the wolf content to simply cradle her, practically feeling her warm, post-orgasmic glow as she smiled into his chest. "Mmmmm, Lexi that was- shit, one minute!" He had wanted to savour the moment, but unless he cared to have an exceptionally awkward conversation with his best friend, such romantic gestures would have to wait. Beyond this, however, there was a far more pressing concern. Spear was soaked, the floor was soaked, and the room reeked of sex. The wolf scrambled to his feet, depositing Lexi onto her rump as he scrambled for the kitchen counter. Throwing the door open to the cupboard underneath the sink, Spear frantically pawed about inside, searching for anything that might be used to cover the scent and conceal their act. "Uh, Spear?" chimed in Lexi, pulling herself to her feet. "All our cleaning stuff is. . . in the bathroom." He froze. There was absolutely no way that Ryan could mistake what had been going on, inexperienced as he may be. The juices coating the floor, his own raging hardon barely concealed beneath his clothing, it was almost as clear evidence as one would need! "Um. . . .uh. . ." Out of options and time, he did the only thing that came to mind. Throwing himself to the floor, he rolled over in the pooled feminine cum, soaking the still-warm liquid into his fur and smearing the rest across the tiled floor. There was little he could do about the smell, but at least it would look as if someone had simply spilled something, then wiped it up. It wasn't too far from the truth, really. However, the fact that he now reeked of Lexi's cunt did very little to settle his erection. "Um, everything okay out here, I thought I heard shouting?" Spear sprinted back to the table, flinging himself back into his chair seconds before Ryan patted his way into the kitchen, his fur nicely washed and steaming. He preferred to let it dry naturally, often lamenting that use of the fur dryer made him look like a puffball. Rubbing his head with the towel, and with a second wrapped about his waist, he walked over to the table, eyes darting about as if in search of something. His nose twitched a few times as he sniffed at an unknown scent. In a slight panic, Spear patted the seat next to him. "C-come 'n sit, Ryan!" At this point, he knew distraction was his best bet. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound as normal as he could manage. "We were just laughing about stuff. Did you have any ideas about what we could watch; did you get a second to check those movie lists?" Without hesitation, the kit deposited himself into the offered chair, still rubbing at his headfur with the towel. He sniffed the air a few more times. The smell had changed. "Fast and Furious 9!" he shouted, eyes lighting up at the prospect of the movie. He turned to face his mother, her cheeks still a little flushed. "Is that okay with you?" Lexi smiled at her son. "Fine by me. That's if Spear is okay with it, too. Can't let him miss out on the fun, can we?" She gave him a subtle wink as she spoke the last few words. "So, is that what you boys want? Movie in the morning, then maybe paintballing after lunch?" Lexi leaned in to the two boys, grabbing them both with her arms. But she leaned her weight into Spear, smothering her breasts into him. Only with a great effort, along with his friend next to him, did Spear's typical, casual demeanour return. His trademark grin was once again spread across his muzzle, and he wrapped an arm around the smaller fox, pulling him close. "Well, if that's what you want to see, cool with me. To be honest, I don't get the chance to go to the movies much, so I'm always happy to see anything." Of course, Lexi's tiny little tease had given him a tiny little rush. "W-well," he coughed, trying to shake the awkwardness off in order to fool Ryan. "What's this about paintball?" Despite the situation, he seemed genuinely curious. "I've only ever with my sister a couple times at paintballing. It's fun, but damn, it can hurt!" Ryan's nose pricked up as Spear pulled him closer. "Yeah, paintballing is heaps of fun, I really. . . damn, Spear, your breath! You need to brush your teeth or something!" "Oh, heh. . . guess I do!" Ryan put the mysterious odour down to some strange wolf-smell. It wasn't something he was familiar with, and he wasn't about to start questioning his friend about every little scent he gave off. Though it might be a little, strange, he had to admit. . . he liked the aroma. "But yeah," continued the fox. "It can hurt a bit, that's why the trick is not to get hit!" "Easy for you to say, you're a small target!" With a cheeky grin, Ryan pushed back from the table and rose to his feet. "I'll get changed then. Mom, do we have anything Spear can wear paintballing?" "You can rummage through that if you want," she replied, motioning towards a cupboard in the hallway. "You should find some of my ex-husband's stuff in there to wear, should fit you. Don't really care if you get it dirty or ripped, so no need to worry about it. . ." Watching her son make his way from the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, Lexi was strangely quiet for a few moments, content to simply sip from her yet-unfinished coffee. "Um. . . Miss Lee?" "I'm going to have a shower myself," she said, suddenly perking up. "You're going to need one too, unless you want every canine within a few hundred feet of you knowing exactly what you've been up to." With another wink and swish of her tail, she too disappeared from the kitchen. The bathroom door clicked closed a few seconds later, leaving Spear alone in the kitchen. ". . .Wow." --- The fox and the wolf clambered into the back of the van, Spear's tail wagging back and forth and smacking against the door as he took his seat. Ryan followed soon after, securing himself next to his friend before yapping at his mother. "Hurry, Mom, I wanna watch the trailers!" Ryan protested. He was typically excitable when going out, as it was not something he got to do often. Spare time for he and his mother was at a premium, and the chance to spend a day out of the house was something he was going to make the most of. Lexi smiled at her son through the rear-view mirror. "All aboard?" They two boys nodded eagerly. "Alright then!" Lexi keyed the ignition and started the engine, pulling the family car out of the driveway and onto the quiet street. It was a fairly standard minivan and though old, it had been well maintained. Certainly, it was far too large for the two of them, and Lexi had considered selling it on more than one occasion. She and her ex-husband had originally purchased it with the intention of raising a family. That had never happened; they had got to one child and then. . . stopped. Today, however, wasn't the occasion to be thinking such thoughts. Even though Lexi was on her way to see some cheesy action movie, something she certainly would not take the time or spend the money to see on her own, she couldn't help but smile. The morning and previous night's adventures aside, simply getting out of the house with her son and someone else, anyone else, was more than she had been able to enjoy in a while. It was something she'd have to hang on to as best she could. "Spear," she started, "I know this might be a little sudden, but how would you and Ryan like to make this a regular thing? Say once every two weeks? Just a movie and maybe lunch, at least when money isn't tight." She had to suppress her smile turning into a giggle at the sight of Spear's rapidly widening eyes. The offer had been rather direct, and had come so soon after she and the wolf had shared not one, but two intimate moments. Of course, there was more to it than simply allowing her son and his friend to enjoy a fun day out every once in awhile, though that did play into it. Ryan probably wouldn't catch on, but Lexi was confident enough in Spear's ability to read between the lines to know that this was a convenient excuse to be able to spend time with him on a regular basis. "Oh, I. . . I mean, yeah, that sounds great!" he replied. "Really?!" Interjected Ryan, "You mean it?" "Sure do!" he nodded, holding his fists to his waist in a seemingly confident manner. "Thanks Mom! Spear, we should decide what movie we want to see next time right now! Let's watch a few trailers!" He shook his friend excitedly by the shoulder. "Heh, sure thing, Ryebread. Do you have a phone or tablet we can watch a few on? I think I saw Le. . . uh. . . Miss Lee using an iPad." Spear gulped, still a little self-conscious about using the vixen's first name in front of his friend, even if she had asked him to. "Yeah, Mom keeps it in here," replied Ryan, reaching over to the center console and retrieving the device. A few swipes and he brought up a media player, resting it and his arm on Spear's leg as he loaded up a video. "This one is really cool!" --- The drive to the cinema hadn't taken that long. Pulling into the parking lot of the multiplex, Lexi quickly found a parking space close to the main entrance of the cinema, and swung the minivan in. Even before the vehicle had squealed to a halt, its door was flung open, and two exceptionally eager young furs bounced out, practically scampering over each other in their rush to reach the ticketing booth. "There's no use running!" Lexi called after them, killing the engine and gathering her bag, "I've got all the money!" "Yeah, you're loaded!" Spear cried out, taking the opportunity to be brazen, his eyes locking in on her chest for just long enough for the female to notice. As enthusiastic as they may have been, Ryan and Spear could do little except hop up and down on the spot as the vixen slowly sauntered her way toward them, grinning broadly. "Mom!" Ryan puffed his tail up. She rolled her eyes at him, but caved in the end. The little guy was just too cute to let down, she thought with a smile. "Oh, alright, sweetie. Here, go and get Spear and yourself some snacks. I'll get the tickets." Lexi handed her son a twenty dollar note and watched the him spin about and run off towards the snack bar. Before Spear could follow him, she delivered a crisp smack to his buttocks with her paw, catching his surprised expression with a wink. "Heh. . . our little secret, okay?" It was highly probable that someone had seen the lewd display, a fact not lost on the wolf. With a whimper, he covered his rear and trotted off after his friend, leaving a giggled vixen in his wake. What was she thinking? He could feel himself warm up, and his sheath stirred in his pants. Was Lexi really want to take such risks? Would she try something in the cinema? A small part of Spear almost dreaded sitting next to her; the thought of what was currently a little fling between the two of them being discovered, either by Ryan or a member of the public, was more than a little nerve wracking. He would be lying, however, if he said the prospect didn't excite him just a little bit. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he caught up with the young fox. "Whatcha gunna get, Rye?" he asked, eagerly eyeing the selection of items. "I think I want some buttery-as-fuck popcorn." "Buttery-as-fuck popcorn to go with your buttery-as-fuck ass?" Ryan joked. "How can you eat that stuff? I'm just going to get a bag of chips and some water, you get what you want." "You know the water's a scam, right?" The fox shrugged, and grabbed some water and chips, along with Spear's popcorn and a diet soda. As the wolf had warned, the water was the biggest ripoff, though between them they managed to get everything they wanted. Despite his age, Ryan made a point of eating relatively healthily. One of the few things his father had impressed upon him was the need to take care of one's body, a habit which had stuck with both he and his mother, and which probably explained why they were both so trim. As such, he rarely drank soda, and typically stuck to water, or occasionally juice. "Alright boys," said Lexi, appearing suddenly behind the two males, "I have the tickets. Looks like the cinema will be pretty empty, turns out no-one else wants to watch this garbage." "Hey, it's entertainment!" quipped Ryan, barely able to contain his excitement. "You ready, Spear? This is going to be so cool!" "Yeah, it'll be awesome," the wolf chimed in. "Well. . . I hope." He clearly had other things on his mind. Just as Lexi had said, the theatre was near empty, with only a few scattered furs sitting about. Several couples were cuddled up together in the outermost seats, with a few solitary moviegoers closer to the middle. "Aw, sweet!" Ryan ran down the aisle. "We can sit anywhere we want. Here!" "Hold up there," chided Lexi, coming to a stop a few rows behind the young fox. "Not everyone wants to burn their eyes out sitting so close to the screen." Spear's frown went unnoticed as Lexi shuffled her way along the row of seats with Ryan in tow. Of course, it was to be expected that the young fox would follow his mother, and that the vixen would want her son close by; this was very likely the first time they had been out with a guest in a number of years. Still, he couldn't help but feel ever so slightly miffed. His friend would now be sitting between him and Lexi, a position he had hoped to be in himself! With a slight huff, he dropped into the seat next to the fox, settling back and placing his drink in the cup holder. "Sure you don't want any, Ryebread?" he asked, holding the tub closer to him while sipping on his drink. "No thanks, I'll stick with what I've got!" Ryan threw a few of the chips into his mouth, crunching away as the trailers rolled. He was fairly engaged; laughing a few times at the comedic ones and excitedly commenting at the more action-packed offerings. "I'll have a some of your popcorn, Spear." Lexi reached behind Ryan and held her paw out expectantly. Spear was more than willing to oblige, and hurriedly scooped up a small pawful of the buttery snack, shuffling a little awkwardly in his seat as he stretched his arm out behind his friend. Rather than take the popcorn from him, Lexi's paw shot to the wolf's wrist, and pulling him across with a forceful tug. Just as he felt his side collide with Ryan's head, a sudden warmth engulfed his fingers as the vixen chomped her jaws down on the outstretched paw. Rather sensually and slowly, she pulled the popcorn from him, though took a few moments longer to run her tongue across his pads, licking in between his fingers, wetting his fur with her spit. With a barely audible pop, she pulled his fingers from her mouth. "Hmmm, delicious. I'd have got some myself if the stuff didn't go straight to my thighs!" Spear was aghast. By now, with that little display, along with the teasing he had endured since the morning, he was getting more than a little pent up. His legs shuffled back and forth in his seat as he tried desperately to hide his rapidly growing erection. And he wasn't the only one. Lexi squirmed, mashing her thighs together. The very thought of what she had just done, not only in public, but in such close proximity to Ryan; it all turned her on immensely. Teasing the wolfboy was something she simply couldn't get out of her mind; a dirty little fantasy she just had to pursue! An idea formed in her head. "Oh, shoot, dropped my phone\~." Bending over, she made a bit of a show feeling around on the floor in front of her. "Hmmm, how did it get back there?" Turning about in her seat, she leaned over into the row behind, arching her back up and over the seatback, pressing her buttocks tightly against her jeans. She hadn't worn a belt, and the stretching motion pushed them down ever so slightly, revealing the top of the underwear she had chosen for the day. A rather skimpy and sexy thong. "Gotcha!" She swished her tail a few times, covering both Spear and her son. Ryan simply swatted it away, still watching the movie. But for the wolf, her scent was an unmistakable signal. His sexual frustration was now nearing intolerable levels. What was this torture for? He watched her bend over, and upon in seeing her choice of underwear, bit sharply into his bottom lip. The scent was intoxicating. A vixen in heat; a vixen offering herself to him, right here, in front of everyone. He needed only to reach out and take it. He was a wolf, damn it! Strong and assertive! The whimper that escaped his mouth, however, was anything but. "Uh, would you like some more popcorn, Miss Lee?" She looked a little surprised at his offer, before forming a broad smirk across her muzzle. "Hmm, that popcorn isn't too bad, but it's a bit stale, I think I prefer something fresh," she winked at him, "You know, from the source?" Ryan heard the quip, and though not fully understanding the remark, looked up at his mother. "You want me to go and get you some, Mom?" \*Oh!" Lexi was a little surprised at the offer.. "That would be lovely! Just a small one, please. Here keep the change for yourself." Ryan happily hopped down for the seat, taking the ten dollar note offered by his mother. The trailers were almost over, but there would still be a few minutes before the movie would begin. Tail swishing behind him, he pushed his way past Spear and quickly hurried up the aisle. "Don't trip, fuzz-ball!" Spear watched as his friend made his way towards the exit. The very instant he was sure the fox was out of sight,he scrambled across into the vacant seat, leaning over the armrest and locking his mouth with Lexi's. The kiss was deep and passionate, oblivious to whoever may be watching. As their tongues danced and wrestled, the wolf's paws set to work, one squeezing her thigh and the other groping at her chest. "Mmmm, Lexi." After a brief pause for air, his tongue again mashed into her muzzle, pushing past her lips and licking over her own. It had been less than twenty four hours, but he relished her flavour as if he had been left wanting for years. He knew they'd at best a few minutes. Unreservedly, the paw on her thigh snaked upward, pushing down into the warmth of her crotch and groping her heated sex firmly. "Oh, Spear!" she giggled, her joyous sounds causing a nearby couple to turn their heads, "What's that for?" "That's for teasing me all day. I. . ." he whispered, an excited tremble apparent in his voice, "I wanna fuck again!" "Horny little wolf!" A sharp pair of claws slapped his cheeks, leaving the wolf shocked before the grinning mother. Lexi's paw slowly extended towards his crotch, delicately tracing at first across his thigh before firmly grasping his hardness. Her eyes locked with his, a seductive grin spreading across her muzzle as she squeezed him through his pants. "Sorry, but no fucking. At least not here." If Spear thought that this was simply another tease, that she would leave him wanting yet again, he couldn't have been more wrong. Rather than pull back, she leaned over forward, both of her paws pushing their way into his pants and roughly tugging them down, leaving him with only his boxers to cover his shame. "I know that must be disappointing." In the darkened cinema, she pulled his cock out, pumping it up and down in her paw a few times. "But I think perhaps I can give you something that you had a tiny taste of last night." Without waiting for agreement or protest, Lexi plunged her head down, engulfing his wolfhood in her hot, wet maw and sucking all the way to the base. Where the little oral attention he had given him last night had been a mere tease, this was the raw deal; unrestrained and completely overwhelming. Her throat shuddered with a guttural moan as his tip pressed its way down, sliding over the wet walls of her gullet, pushing further and further in. She sucked deeply and powerfully, her growling shooting tantalising vibrations through his cock. "F-fuck! L-lexi!" A brief respite followed, with Lexi pulling her head back, flicking her tongue over his tip before speaking in the most sultry and heated tone. "Come on, wolfy, I'm not one of your high school bitches, you're not going to break me! Make me take this delicious wolf cock in my mouth, make me suck you!" As if challenging him, she again forced her muzzle over his length, sucking and slurping with her tongue, curling it around his head and pumping it in the opposite direction to her head bobbing, giving him the most wondrous, erotic and thrilling sensation. "G-goddamn, Lexi. . . where. . . where did you learn that?" he whimpered, leaning back into his seat and enjoying every second of the attention being lavished upon him. Any attempts to remain quiet and composed were futile in the face of the experience tongue working him over. The canine growled, grabbing her by her head and rocked his hips, wantonly fucking her muzzle. Such had been the teasing he had received earlier, that his release was building at an alarming rate. His growls increased in volume. "You... want that, foxy bitch?" he huffed, hardly believing what he was saying. She was much older than him, but in their current predicament, he was just too horny to care, "You want to taste the seed that knocked you up?" A desperate moan about his cock was all the response he got. With a hot, needy vixen going wild over his member, there was simply no hope for the wolf, not a chance in hell that he could hold back for. No chance at all. Spear had to bite his own tongue to avoid howling in savage, unrelenting pleasure as he came. Hot wolf seed rushed from his tip, splashing over Lexi's tongue and coating her mouth from lips to gullet. She greedily drank him down, gulping each spurt of cum as it came, the combined action of her tongue and sucking driving Spear's pleasure beyond his ability to contain. He barked. Loudly. Lexi continued to suck for a few moments more, milking the last few drops of his essence from his sensitive shaft before a sudden light passed over the two of them. Immediately, she withdrew her muzzle from his crotch, a few drops of semen dripping from her lips as she looked up, coming face to face with a wide-eyed usher. A scrawny but well-presented racoon boy. "Something the matter?" she asked innocently, licking her muzzle clean in the most obscene fashion imaginable as she spoke. A combined look of horror and crushing embarrassment spread across his face. Seizing the moment, Lexi lowered her head back towards Spear's still-hard cock, her tongue snaking out and slowly running from base to tip, all the while maintaining unblinking eye contact with the youth who had interrupted them. Already, there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. "Oh. . . ma'am. . . I. . .I. . ." he stammered, glancing nervously about, "I thought I heard s-something, so. . ." "Want to join in?" The flashlight clattered to the floor, bouncing across the carpet and rolling under the row of seats immediately in front of them. His flushed face almost completely red. "Y, ye-..." Unable to say it, the racoon dashed back towards the aisle, quickly removing himself from the incalculably awkward situation. "Aww, pity," she teased, giving his cock another few laps, "He looked about your age, wolfy. Would have been fun to have both of you. . ." Again, Spear felt her searing hot muzzle engulf him, her head bobbing back and forth a few times before again releasing him. "Think he's going to jerk off tonight, thinking about this? He'll probably do if fifty times." "L-lexi!" he whimpered. He simply couldn't take any more. The sucking, the licking, all the attention his hypersensitive cock was receiving, it was just too much. And Lexi was far from done. Pushing her head further down over his cock, she wrapped her lips directly over his knot and pressed down with them, rolling them from side to side and massaging the still swollen organ, her teeth pricking ever so lightly at the surface. All the while, her tongue continued to lap and slid up and down his shaft, rolling and teasing over his tip. Spear broke. Without even the strength left in him to make any sound, he came a second time, again filling the vixen's muzzle with his seed. "Yes, Spear! Give it to me!" Lexi growled with fury, her hot breath washing over his cock as he continued to cum. The bobbing of her head and the tenacity of her sucking was almost too painful to bear, yet brought the most electric waves of pleasure, crashing through his nervous system as the wolf's orgasm overtook him completely. It was a near certainty that the rest of the theatre had clued into what was happening, if not the noise, then the smell of seed and sex had surely given it away. After muzzle-fucking the spent wolf boy for all he was worth, she slowly, agonisingly drew her mouth back, sucking as hard as she could, all the way to the top, before finally giving his tip one last flick and returning to her seat, acting as if nothing had happened. "Hmmm, wasn't that fun!" she giggled, wiping a few errant drops of cum from her muzzle. Finally, Spear regained something resembling the ability to speak. "L. . . Lexi. . . I. . ." A quick slap to his forearm silenced whatever he was about to say and jolted him back to his sense. "Hush! He's coming back!" Ryan padded his way back down the aisle and took his seat in between Spear and his mother, gingerly handing her the popcorn before returning to his own snacks. He looked a little dejected and downtrodden, and upon closer inspection, it was apparent that his fur had been rather roughly ruffled, especially around the face. He sat in silence, his enthusiasm for the picture dulled as he continued to crunch away at his chips. "Ryan," started Spear, a hint of concern in his voice, "What happened? Why is your fur all messed up?" "Oh, it's um. . . I ran into some of the kids from school out there, they. . . roughed me up a bit. I'm ok though!" "Uh. . . I think they were just waiting to go in, they should be in the lobby....but please, don't go and cause a scene!" He tugged at Spear's shirt a little. The fox kit was clearly still upset, and was shying away from the prospect of more conflict. "I don't want you to get in trouble. . ." Upon seeing the despondent look in Ryan's eyes, Spear gave his friend a warm smile while hugging him close. "Hey, don't worry. It's not like I'm not going to fight them." He picked himself up from the cinema seat. "Do you have your smart phone on you, Ryebread?" he continued, taking it from the fox's outstretched paw as it was offered. "After this they won't bother you anymore, I promise. And I won't hurt them." Flicking his pads across the touchscreen, the wolf did his best to familiarise himself with the phone. He didn't have one of his own; he was just about the only fur he knew of who didn't, but it wasn't long before he had brought up the camera application. He shot Lexi a slightly worried look. "Maybe you should come. . . just to make sure." The vixen grumbled as she too stood up from her seat, stretching herself out again. "Just don't get us kicked out, Spear. . . you don't want an angry fox on your case, trust me." "Um. . ." chimed Ryan, still seated, "What should I do?" Spear grinned. "You'll want to watch this one, fox fuzz." He walked quickly out into the lobby, his yellow eyes scanning about until he located the two offending youths. Instantly, he recognised them. 'Jerks.' With a slight tremble brought about by the thought of what he was about to do, Spear clasped the smartphone tightly in his paw and marched across the lobby, his gazed fixed upon the two felines. The smaller one, the leopard, would be the easier target, just the right height and not so big as to beat Spear down the second he made his move. "Hey, you guys!" he called out, rapidly closing the last few feet between them. They wheeled about in unison, the taller lion looking directly in Spear's eyes while the leopard had to crane his neck ever so slightly. "Yo, Dogbreath, what are you. . ." He never had the chance to complete the sentence. Spear leaned in, and kissed him deeply, tongue and all. Simultaneously, he raised the phone, the shutter sound clicking as he took a photo. For a few moments me maintained the kiss, pushing his tongue into the the other male's mouth and making wet contact with his own. With a shove, he broke the kiss and pushed the leopard away, staggered backward several feet himself with the phone held out in his paws. The picture was as clear as day. "Fuck with Ryan again, and everyone sees it." For a few, drawn-out seconds, the lobby was in near total silence, the small crowd having their eyes fixated on the spectacle. "HOLY FUCK, YOU FAG!!!" The leopard spluttered and coughed, wiping his tongue on his paws in an attempt to remove the wolf-spittle from his mouth. Both Spear and Ryan knew the two felines; indeed the same two who had troubled them the previous day. In any other situation, a fight would be a near certainty now. But not this time. With such a direct and bizarre confrontation, there was little they could do except flee. Flee and hope that the picture never saw the light of day. "Fuck you, dogbreath! FUCK YOU!" Lexi couldn't help but laugh wildly, almost bending over in hysterics as she watched their reaction. "Wow, Spear!" she gasped, trying to control herself. "That was really bold of you!" Pretending to steady herself on his shoulder, she leaned in nice and close, whispering so that only he could hear, ". . .and kinda hot." Spear blushed. Ryan giggled a little as he phone was thrown back to him. He had this picture on his phone. . . of his best friend making out with another guy. He blushed a little at the thought, looking up at Spear, his slightly flustered appearance all the more evident now. With a pat on the little kit's head, Spear smiled down at him. "You probably want to make a backup of it on your PC when you're home. You know, to make sure you don't lose it." He was being serious, but there was more than a slight tease in his tone. With Lexi still laughing, and his friend's mood improved remarkably, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. But something else was on his mind, too. The wolf licked his lips, thinking about it. The leopard was a punk, but the kiss itself. . . It wasn't really that bad. "Well, anyways," he cleared his throat, and held up a paw to brush his cheek to hide the redness behind his fur. "Let's get back to the movie. I don't want to miss too much!" --- Spear groaned a little as he shifted his weight in the back seat of the minivan, alternative from cheek to cheek in an attempt to escape the throbbing ache that coursed through his posterior. Paintballing had been more fun than he remembered, and the time had simply flown past. Still, despite how much he had enjoyed himself, his rump was in agony! Both Ryan and Lexi seemed to have taken it upon themselves to put as many paintballs into his buttocks as possible. The younger fox had been about as skilled as Spear had suspected; quick and shrewd, though perhaps a little overly eager and times, liable to cop a pasting. Lexi, however, she was good. Far more cool and calculating than her son, yet with that same vulpine cunning. Spear could still hear hear raucous laughter as he was shot time and time again. Ryan flopped into the seat next to him and the minivan pulled out of the parking lot and made for the Lee family home. "Well," started Spear, pushing the pain from his mind, "I want to pull an all-nighter. Stay up with you, play around. If you want. You know, double-up on my score over you." "Ha, you wish, dog-breath!" The lupine chuckled in response. Then, he leaned in, whispering in the fox's ear. "Uh, you mentioned briefly having a bit of a porn collection, I think?" Ryan's face flushed a little, yet he maintained composure. "Uh. . . yeah, I do. . . maybe." "Think you can make some copy of the stash and email it to me?" The slight red tint to his face turned to a full on blush. "Um. . . okay. . ." He had never mentioned his collection directly, though he had talked about a few videos and pictures he had seen online. Spear had obviously guessed that this wasn't just something he had stumbled upon. Any red-blooded male of his age would no doubt be indulging in such things, though without any real outlet for his kinks, Ryan simply wasn't sure how others might respond. "I kinda have. . . different tastes. I really like. . ." He blushed a little more, turning away to hide his embarrassment. ". . . you know, like deer and squirrels and stuff, prey furs. I'll send you some if. . . that's what you're into. They're just so. . . cute." Lexi looked in the rear view mirror, her ears pricking up at her son's voice. "Hmmm, you say something, Sweetie?" "Uh. . . no, Mom." Spear waited until the vixen's eyes were again fixed to the road before wrapping his arm around the kit and pulling him close. He leaned in close, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he spoke. "That sounds pretty hot, you know. Want to watch it together sometime?" "S-sure. . ." --- "Aw yeah, what a day!" Spear was the first in the house, running eagerly up the front steps and unlocking the front door with the keys Lexi had thrown to him. He all but kicked it off it's hinges in his mad rush to get inside, racing through the short entranceway and towards the kitchen. Almost slipping up on the linoleum floor, his shoes squeaked as he dashed for the fridge. "C'mon, Ryebread!" he called, collecting two cans of iced tea, "We've got all evening to play, I want to see you in action again!" Catching the drink as it was tossed to him, Ryan quickly followed his friend up the stairs and to the landing, leaving his mother standing somewhat bemused in the entranceway. After fumbling for a moment with excitement, he finally selected a game to shove into the console's disk drive as it booted up, and threw a controller at his friend before flopping back into the bean bag. "Hope you're ready for another tail-whipping!" he said, popping the can of tea and taking a sip. "I'm all amped up for this!" "Ha, not this time!" As the game logos popped up on the television, the various loading screens flashing back and forth, Ryan couldn't help but squirm a little. In saying that he was amped up, the young kit hadn't just meant for games. His heart was still racing; simply having Spear next to him was causing all manner of feelings to rush through him, feelings he'd never felt before. Before the main menu had even appeared, he stood himself up, tossing his controller to his friend. "Here you go, I'm just going to. . .um. . . get changed, these clothes are a little uncomfortable! You play for a bit, I'll be back in five." Spear raised an eyebrow. Gingerly, the fox closed the door behind him and padded over to his desk. All the talk of his porn had got him a little worked up, as well as. . . well, seeing Spear make out with that other boy. It was a strange sensation that he felt; a slight tightness in the chest; jealousy perhaps. He knew that he shouldn't be feeling such things, but every time he pictured it in his head, it made his heart beat a little faster. Time, in that case, for a brief bit of self-indulgence, flush out those thoughts with some hot pussy! He pulled his laptop out from his desk and flicked it open. After a few clicks, his well-hidden porn folder flickered across the screen in all its smutty glory. Gunfire and explosions sounded in the adjacent room. Spear was clearly absorbed in the current round of gameplay, giving him a good five or so minutes before his friend would come looking for him. Five or so minutes was all he would need. . . 'Okay then.' The video he selected was an old favourite, a lesbian three-way between a cute little deer girl and two cheetahs. The deer girl was tied up, lying on her back as the two felines ravished her from each end, one eating her out and the other forcing her to do the same to her own dripping pussy. Wide-eyed and eager, Ryan grasped his already hard cock and started to stroke. But something was off. Yes, he was aroused, and while usually came within seconds of watching this video, there was something ever so slightly different this time. An urge, in the very back of his mind, telling him that the sight of a trio of girls embroiled in passion wasn't quite what he was after today. His paws went to his pocket, pulling out his phone and flicking through the photos. He came to that photo that Spear had taken, the photo of him kissing the leopard boy full on the lips. In public. In full view of him and his mother. His cock twitched a little. Not really knowing by, but more turned on than he had been in some time, Ryan paused the video and continued to stroke, a little faster and a little harder than he had before, with tiny, foxy yips escaping his mouth as he did so. "Spear. . . why?" Immersed in the moment, and with few thoughts beyond a quick and dirty jerk, Ryan's otherwise sensitive ears failed to pick up the sudden lack of noise coming from the TV. Or the slow creaking of his door. Or the series of footsteps thudding their way across the floorboards of his room. This time, he moaned aloud. "Speeaar!" The wolf's jaw dropped open. He was flabbergasted. Confused. At a complete loss. Had he heard correctly? At first, he had planned to simply surprise his friend, give him a rather embarrassing scare; caught mid-act as he would have been. That one word, the sound of the fox uttering that one name, changed everything. Naturally, he did the first and most stupid thing that came to mind. Leaning over, he whispered in his friend's ear. "Hey." "Gah!" Ryan yelped in surprise, his tail puffing up and the young fox jumping almost two feet into the air. "S-Spear!" Flushed with the most extreme embarrassment, he quickly tucked his cock away, fumbling awkwardly as he strained to get it back inside his underwear. In his hurry, he knocked the phone from his bed, and it landed face up on the floor, directly between the two furs. It was painfully obvious what he had been masturbating to. "S-s-s-pear. . . I. . . I. . ." he stammered several times, his eyes darting about the room and his paws clutching to his chest in panic. He still hadn't managed to pull his shorts up, and the bulging tent of his boxers was still on full display. "I. . . . FUCK. . . I'm sorry!" Spear, if at all possible, looked even more panicked than the fox. "No no, look, Ryan. . . I. . . I should be saying. . . sorry, I. . ." Shutting his eyes, the wolf wheeled about and stumbled the few feet out of the room, hurriedly slamming the door closed behind him. His own heart was now pounding, thundering in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he struggled to make sense of the past ten seconds. It had been him on the phone, for sure, that very same picture he had taken earlier. Intended as a bit of a joke, along with a bit of blackmail to keep those bullies off his friend's back, it had apparently served as fantasy fuel. A fantasy with him as its object. Spear clutched at his chest, still breathing heavily. 'Shit.' Whatever would come, would come. For now, and with a great sense of trepidation about what he would tell his friend the next time they spoke, he made his way back downstairs for another can of tea.
Last-Ditch Attempt by Dark Violet	Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October_Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.Here is the darkest of the bounty, the deepest in the pit, where only the most salacious works are stored...Welcome to the Kinky Anthology. A second commission for FA:	[ "Death", "Digestion", "Hybrid", "Pokemon", "Quilava", "Short", "Short Story", "Vore (soft)", "buizel" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149325-last-ditch-attempt	Last-Ditch Attempt \- For Kingy His fur was covered in saliva. It clung to him, a thick, wet mess from head to toe. All over, surrounding him, pressing down were those hot, smooth insides, pushing him deeper and deeper. He could hear nothing but the sound of them sliding against each other, sliding against\_him\_, moving him further along - and that incessant, loud drumming of the creature's heartbeat. He saw nothing, but he felt everything. Oh, god... he'd been eaten... Kingy let out a squeak of terror, his eyes wide. He could barely hear it over the wet sounds of the gullet that squeezed him so tightly. The little hybrid of Buizel and Quilava gave a grunt of surprise as suddenly he dropped, feeling himself slide into a slightly larger area, where the walls no longer pressed onto his short orange fur as heavily as before. He stopped moving, coming to a rest. Around him, gurgling juices were heard in terrible clarity. The realisation dawned on him - he was in the stomach now. The last place he'd ever be... "Oh, god..." He tried to say, but the sound was cut off my more gurgling. He coughed, his mouth filling with saliva and juices, and he rolled over to try and get to his feet - but the stomach's insides were wet and slippery. He couldn't get a grasp of anything! He lay on his back, his eyes wide. No... no, please, not like this! There had to be some way out. There had... to be... He blinked. Then he did it again. He leaned up, staring forwards, , waving his head. Yes... he could see! The light came from his head. Normally, like with Quilava, he had flames burning between his ears. That mouth, that saliva, had extinguished them easily - but his fur still smouldered with dim orange light. It wasn't much - but it was a start, right? Kingy leaned forwards, his paws slipping through the puddle of juices he was sitting in. He could just make out the contours of the walls, a dim, washed-out pink. Each fold in the stomach's lining, each little ridge glinted with wetness, thousands of tiny reflections of the smouldering fur on his head. He blinked again, turning this way and that. Okay... find the way I came in. It's the only way... He looked up. It was there, right above him - almost pressed against his head. A small little collection of ridges showing a hole up into the rest of the gullet. Right. He can do this. He can \_do\_this. Slowly, Kingy reached down, pushing himself over. He moved slowly, arms shaking, but with slow enough movements he could just manage it... He eventually fell onto his front with a wet plop, his front covered in the juices now. He bit his lip, ignoring the taste of that liquid, as he stared back up at the gullet's entrance. Around him, the stomach walls moved, pressing down on him, spurting fresh juices over his rear. Don't think about it. Just reach up... He stepped forwards, his paws shaking. As he put his feet down, the stomach pushed back, folding in around his paws and surrounding them with both flesh and liquid. He whimpered loudly - this sound he could just hear over the body continuing along with its functions. He would not be a part of that! He wouldn't be food! He reached up, and just managed to get a paw against the entrance. He pressed it through, forcing the flesh apart. He gasped, breathing in the thin, warm air, a smile across his muzzle as he managed to push his paw through. He could do this! He stood up further, reaching up with his other paw - and then the stomach shifted. His feet lost balance and he slipped, landing face-down in the juices once more. His paws scrabbled for purchase again, and he pulled his head from the liquid to stare back at the ring. It was centimetres away, but oh how far that seemed! He whined once more, lifting himself up to try again. The air was getting thinner by the moment, fetid and hot. That's when he began to feel it. The tingling. It was on his feet mainly, but his short tail had it too, and his rear, his back, his pudgy belly... Hell, he could even feel it at the back of his throat. Tingling? What was that? Was he...? Stomach juices. Stomach acids. He was being digested. Kingy whimpered loudly, staring down. He lifted his paws, but the dim light wasn't enough to see anything happen, but he could feel it. Feel his body being eaten away... Oh, god! No! He scrabbled again, launching himself up at the gullet. He stared at it, keeping it in his vision as his heart began to race, gulping in the precious air he'd been allowed. It seemed hotter than ever now, but that was nothing compared to the tingling which was consuming his body. His feet were numb - it was like pins and needles, but slowly consuming his legs and body. He wailed again, trying to kick. He reached up, and his paws just grazed the outside of the gullet entrance before he fell again, splashing down into the liquids. The stomach gurgled, and he felt the walls close in on him. The smouldering fur on his head hissed as juices landed on it, and the light flickered and dimmed. No, no, please no! Kingy was rolled onto his back by the stomach's motions, half curled up as it began to press down on him, squeeze him. He whimpered again, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. The heartbeat of the creature surrounded him as he panted, quick, shallow breaths which seemed to serve little more but have more juices pour into his mouth. Wait - juices, mouth... that was it! He was half Buizel. He was a water type! Of course, how could he forget!? He knew water gun! He swallowed, trying to ignore the burning down his throat. All he had to do was summon up a decent water gun, and that would push him right out of the stomach. At the very least, it may fill it up enough to dilute the acid, or push him to the gullet's entrance or something... whatever would happen, it would be better than just sitting here and being food! Kingy sat up, pressing his head against the stomach's linings, hearing that sizzling of his fur again. He close his eyes, breathing out, trying to remember how to do it... Remember... just like when you were learning, when you were young, by the river... just breathe in, let yourself feel the water inside you... gather it up... let it swirl and swell... feel it grow and grow until you're at breaking point - and then open your mouth... and...! Kingy opened his eyes, his mouth open. He reared back, and... A small jet of water spat from his mouth. He heard it splash against the stomach wall inches from his face. It had barely been a trickle. His eyes widened. He did it again, breathing in, and then tried to expel it - come on! A good, proper water gun! You can do it! The stomach gurgled. His head was suddenly splashed with a fresh spurt of stomach juices, which poured over his face and down his back. With a final, pitiful hiss, the fur on his head was fully extinguished. Kingy was plunged into darkness. The lining closed in again, wrapping around his head. He could barely move. His lower half was completely numb now, but he could feel pressure at his shoulders. His paws swam in the liquid, and he could feel the tingling become greater and greater there. Slowly, horribly, the realisation dawned. This was it. The big it, italics and all. The final moment of his life. He was doomed to be... to be food, digested here in this creature's stomach. All he was, all he could ever be, gone - his body nothing now but nutrition for this hateful creature that had so casually swallowed him. His head tingled now. Every bit of him. He could barely breathe - it felt like there was no more oxygen left in the air. His body was surrounded by these heavy, crushing stomach walls which kept him still... He couldn't stop it. He couldn't change it. He was trapped, and he couldn't get out. This stomach would be the last thing he'd see, last thing he felt, and... And... He breathed out slowly. His mind was working slower, as if what was happening was a dream. Oh, he wasn't asleep - maybe it was the stomach juices finally getting to him, maybe this was him fainting before the final act, but... He shifts his head. It was all he could feel now. His body was nothing but an ocean of soft tingling, and his head was massaged by those warm, soft walls... It was odd, but... in a way, it was almost... soothing. Kingy stretched his head back, pressing it against the creature's belly. He could feel it working, taking over. It was crazy. It was totally insane and nonsensical, but... There were no more responsibilities. No more worries. No more demons with glowing eyes in the shadows. No more world to be scared of. He wasn't part of any of that. He was food. All he was, all he had been, culminated in being this tiny little morsel of a meal. Nothing else but that - plain, simple, food. And with his last breath, Kingy gave himself to his predator.
The Weekend at Zack's by Alex Foxxy	This is a story I wrote as a Valentines Day/Birthday Present for my best friend. Hope you like it Zacky! Happy Valentines Day and Birthday sweetheart! Zack's profile: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zack-fox/ Give his page a look he has lots of amazing art! - Friday, the coveted day of teenagers and	[ "Anal", "Blowjob", "Cum", "Fox", "Foxes", "Gay", "M/M", "Male", "Oral", "Super nintendo", "retro", "snes", "weekend" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145315-the-weekend-at-zack-s	Friday, the coveted day of teenagers and adults alike. It's the signal that the weekend has finally arrived and I was excited for this weekend. My best friend Zack had invited me over to play some retro video games and hang out. I hadn't seen him in a long time and was very happy when he invited me. I arrived at the bus station at around 4pm Friday afternoon and called Zack to let him know I was in town. He said he'd come by to pick me up in a few minutes so I decided to get something to eat. I found a Taco Bell close to the bus station and ordered a beef and potato burrito knowing that the decision to eat anything from Taco Bell would eventually come back to haunt me. Taking my meal back to the station I waited for Zack. He arrived shortly after I'd finished my burrito. He blew his car horn at to get my attention. Oh be got it alright and just about gave me a heart attack in the process. Zack rolled down his passenger side window and greeted me. "Alex! Hop in." He said with a smile obviously having enjoyed my scare. "Hi Zack! Holy shit man you about gave me a heart attack." "Yeah sorry about that." He giggled "Sure you are." I giggled back "So what do you want to do first?" "I don't know. I was thinking once we got home we could play some old SNES games." "That sounds like a great plan to me. I love the old games. Super Mario World was my favorite as a kid." I replied with a smile and a hint of nostalgia. "Lucky I've got it then." Zack smiled and put the car into gear. We made a couple of stops to get snacks and drinks before heading to his house. After arriving at the house and unloading the car we went inside, I tripped nearly dropping everything I'd been carrying but Zack caught me before I fell. I suspected it was so I didn't smash the snacks but I was thankful for it and giggled out a thank you to him. After we were in his house he led me to his game room. "Zack your house is beautiful! You did an amazing job on the décor!" I said as sat down in a chair near his TV. "Thank you I'm so glad you like my home!" Zack replied blushing. He handed a paddle, and for you younger furs out there that's what the controller for an SNES is called, and showed me his collection of games. "What do you want to play first?" "There's so many good choices!" I replied astounded, he just giggled at me. Finally I decided on one "How about this one?" "Super Mario Kart is a good choice indeed." Zack smiled taking the cartridge from my paw. Now for the younger furs who don't k ow what that is a cartridge is what game disks used to be before they were disks. "I used to play this game a lot as a kid." I replied. "Me too." He replied as he turned the system on and booted up the game. We played Super Mario Kart for hours. He'd win a few races and I'd win a few. Eventually we got hungry and decided to order a pizza. The snacks could wait I was going to be there all weekend after all. "Want to watch a movie?" Zack asked. "Sure! What do you have?" He showed me his collection and we decided to watch Black Sheep first. Since we both loved to laugh why not start off with a comedy, right? The pizza arrived when the movie ended. We ended up getting the pizza for free since it took more than thirty minutes to get delivered. Which was awesome! Next we watched the scariest movie I'd seen in a long time, Annabelle. Zack and I was sitting on the couch eating our pizza and watching the movie. At one particularly scary part of the movie the demon scared me really bad and I ended up hugging Zack without realizing what I was doing. "Oof!" He choked out shocked as I hugged him. "Why hello there hun." He giggled. "Huh?" I asked. "Oh shit I'm sorry Zack!" "Don't worry about it I jumped a bit too." He giggled. His paw resting on my thigh made its presence known as Zack gave it a light squeeze forcing a pleasured murrr out of me. To my surprise, or maybe pleasure, Zack squeezes again and again gets another murr from me. "Sounds like someone likes that." He teased. I blushed a bright shade if red and noticed how aroused I was getting from the unexpected attention. Feeling embarrassed I sat back on my side of the couch and drank some soda. "Sorry about that." I apologized "Don't worry about it I liked it myself." He giggled "And from the look of your face so did you." "Hehe." I chuckled blushing brighter trying my best not to look embarrassed. "So..uh..how about we play some Super Mario World?" "Sure hun I'll go ahead and set it up. Why don't you go grab us some more snacks?" Zack stated as he got up to get the game. I couldn't help but stare at his ass while he was putting the game in. "Sure." I let out a quiet "Murr" as I looked. "See something you like?" he giggled having not only heard me but caught me looking at his ass. "I...uh...I'll be right back." I was blushing so bright that even Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer would be envious of my glow. I quickly left for the kitchen to retrieve the snacks. Thoughts of Zack bouncing up and down on my cock or bent over as we had sex in doggy style raced through my mind. Once or twice I imagined doing him in the sloppy seconds position. "Come on, Alex. Get your mind on the game and off of your best friends ass!" I shouted inwardly. I grabbed some bags of chips and some soda then went back into the game room. As I walked in I tripped and fell into Zack's arms as he ran to catch me. Where he was running from I did not know nor did I care I was just grateful he'd caught me before I smashed our chips. Later I'd come to find out he was in his bedroom slipping his underwear off and putting his pants back on when he rushed out to catch a clumsy red fox. "Thanks, Zack." "You're welcome, hun." He handed me a paddle and we played for a while. The longer we played the closer Zack got to me only I didn't notice that be was doing that. It was my turn to try and beat Larry Koopa's level and I succeeded. "Yes! Fuck you Larry!" I shouted and tossed my paws up in victory. My hand fell on Zack's lap and slid close to his crotch. I blushed bright and jerked my paw back quickly. "I..I'm so sorry!" Zack did something then I didn't expect him to do he leaned in and kissed me "It's alright" he giggled and stood up in front of me. He turned around and slipped out of his pants and then he started to dance. I couldn't believe my eyes. My best friend was now naked and dancing very sexually in front of me. If he was trying to seduce me it worked but I was still in disbelief. "Z..Zack? What are you doing?" "Relax, honey." He giggled as he turned around and kneeled in front of me. "Let's see what you're hiding in here." He pulled the front of my pants down revealing my fully erect cock. "My you're a big boy and a tasty looking one too!" He licked my tip. I moaned and gasped a little. His unforeseen actions made me blush bright. Hearing my reaction he took my full length into his mouth and slowly started to suck my cock. We both moaned as he did. He moaned from sucking my dick and I because it felt amazing. His mouth felt so warm and moist I could barely keep from climaxing. My cock throbbed harder and harder with each ecstasy filled bob of his head. My breathing and panting became heavy and rapid. After what seemed like a pleasure filled eternity I howled loud and came hard in his mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot seed shot out of my cock and down his throat. I could here him swallow my cum and that kept me rock hard. He looked up at me and licked his lips clean. "Mmm what a tasty treat that was. And I see you're still up for another round too." He giggled as he rubbed my tip causing me to moan. Zack stood up and turned back around lifting his tail up. He lowered himself slowly to my tip. "Are you ready for more?" He said teasing me. I couldn't speak yet so I just nodded yes and slapped his ass. I hit him on the black paw print on his right butt cheek. He yelped in pleasure and I thruster up into him slowly. I placed my paws on his hips and held him in place as he rode my cock. We made slow passionate love for what seemed like hours. Each time he'd press down I would push up forcing my swollen knot against his tight ass hole. "F..fuck Zack! Your ass feels so good!" I moaned out as I reached around and grabbed his cock. I began to jerk him off at the same speed we were having sex causing him to moan loud and throb hard in my paw. I knew that neither of us would last much longer. The combination of his cute whines of pleasure and the tightness of his ass was to much for me to handle. With one more hard shove I forced my knot inside Zack's ass and came hard filling him up to the brim with cum. Never once did I stop jerking him off even as I howled in pleasure and climaxed. As if we were in tune with each other he came almost as soon as I did. Howling so cute as jet after jet of cum erupted from his cock. Both of us now completely spent and exhausted we collapsed on the couch covered in sweat and cum still tied to each other. I kissed him passionately and smiled. "That was amazing! Thank you!" I said as I kissed him deeply again. "The pleasure was mine, dear." Zack giggled and returned the kiss. This was just on Friday night and if that was an omen of any kind then the next two days would be just as fun This was going to be an amazing weekend.
The Mayor’s Relief by SkyWing	#15 of The Mischievous Exploits of Axel And another chapter, this one showing that Axel isn't the only really mischievous individual in the city with some level of official or political power. - The Mayor's Relief For Necross By Draconicon City Hall, the home of one of his biggest 'clients' and one	[ "Age Difference", "Anal", "Bat", "Character Development", "Cock", "Deep Thrust", "Domination/Submission", "Family", "Father", "Foot Fetish", "Gay", "Hypnosis", "Incest", "Lust", "M/M", "M/M/M", "Male", "Mammal", "Master/Pet", "Master/Slave", "Mind Control", "Mustelid", "Office", "Otter", "Paws", "Plot Development", "Police", "Son", "Story Series", "Threesome", "Uniform", "mayor" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153025-the-mayor-s-relief	The Mayor's Relief For Necross By Draconicon City Hall, the home of one of his biggest 'clients' and one of his best achievements, was also one of the places that he most seldom got to go to. Axel often had a lot of business to talk through with the Mayor, but he never had the chance to actually have a meeting unless his father had something scheduled. It was supposed to be that way, admittedly, and it kept people from asking questions, but it still annoyed the bat. He walked behind his father, the police chief Beau Verndal, as they made their way towards the back of City Hall. Various secretaries and other, minor politicians walked around, sometimes talking to reporters, sometimes muttering to themselves, but Axel put them all out of his mind. They didn't matter, at least, not at the moment. Could do, if I started getting appointments with them, though... Sadly, his plans on getting the entire city government mind-zonked hadn't worked out yet, but he had hopes for it. "So, what's on the agenda with the Mayor today, dad?" "Just gotta talk with him about the police budget. You know how it goes." "Heh, worried that Liam's shortchanging you again?" "Not just us. You know how he is. Keeping campaign promises to his people while leaving us all in the lurch." Not really, of course. Axel knew that the finances towards the police department were better than ever, due in no small part to him. He'd met with the otter much earlier in the Mayor's career, and he'd seen to that, as well as a few other things. Still, it made for a convenient excuse for a regular meeting to happen, so it was better than what it could be the case. He'd wondered what his father's subconscious had pulled together for the reason for the meeting more than anything else, considering that his father was under a special trance then and there. They finally reached the office they were looking for, and the vixen secretary smiled at him. She was a bit young, maybe 18 at most, and he could tell that she was trying to flirt. Trying being the operative word. He shook his head as his father spoke up. "Tell Mayor Liam that the police chief is here to see him." "O-oh, yes, right away sir." She pressed a button on the desk, and a few muttered conversations later, the door to the office opened up. His father darted in quickly, and Axel followed before he needed to deal with any more awkward flirting. As soon as they walked in, the Mayor - an otter that was just barely formal-looking enough for the job - grinned widely. Axel closed the door behind him as the otter talked into his own intercom. "Shelly, make sure that we aren't interrupted for the next few hours. Me and Chief Verndal are going to be hammering a lot of details out." "Yes, sir." As soon as the otter's finger was off of the intercom, his grin got even bigger, and he stood up, pulling at his zipper and dragging his pants down. "And I was thinking you'd never get here. On your knees, Beau." The older bat only stared ahead, and the otter sighed, gesturing at Axel. The bat chuckled a bit, patting his father on the arm a couple of times and whispering a few things in his ear. As the police chief started stripping down, the half-naked Mayor walked around the desk. Axel took the hug he offered with a smile, patting him on the back before pulling away, giving his father the space to lay on the ground. He patted his dad on the chest as the older man got naked, and then turned back to the otter. "So, how've you been? No more budget slashing, right?" "Oh, no, no, nothing like that. You've been doing too good to actually merit that sort of stuff. But it makes for a good excuse to get him to come in, doesn't it?" "Yeah, heh, it does." "So, do you mind if I -" "No, no, have at it. We'll talk budget while you go." Liam chuckled, and Axel pulled up a chair as the mayor lowered himself to the floor. It didn't take long for the otter to sheath himself in the bat's hole, and he watched with a smile as his dad got fucked, hard. It was always fun to watch someone else take charge of his father like this, particularly Liam. The otter always had so much pent-up need; something about being married and not getting a chance to indulge all of his urges with his wife, from what he remembered. As a result, he was always eager for these meetings, even more eager than Axel was, when it came down to that sort of thing. He leaned back, unzipping his pants as he enjoyed the show. His cock slipped into his hand as the otter leaned forward, pushing the older bat's legs into the air before nuzzling one of the chief's feet. Axel chuckled. "Still enjoying that sort of thing, huh?" "What can I say? They're lovely soles." "Yeah, they're also sweaty." "Thus, lovely." He rolled his eyes. He swore that the otter was too pent-up to care about most things, but it was still rather amusing to watch. The fact that his father was moaning at getting his feet licked, though...well, perhaps that was something that he could incorporate in the future. Perhaps a foot licker that he could put under the chief's desk for some sort of relief for him, so that he wasn't so stressed on the job. The fucking went on for a good five minutes, with the sound of wet smacks and soft grunts filling the office, before Axel cleared his throat. The Mayor stopped in place, buried balls deep in the older bat's ass. "Hmm? What's the matter?" "Budget stuff?" "Oh, right. Yeah, that." Liam nodded, getting back to thrusting, but slower than he had been doing before. "Yeah, you see...I have a lot of budget concerns at the moment. There's the whole thing with the Education Board demanding more money for the schools, and the Department of Transportation wanting more money for the roads, and everything else like that. Usually there's someone that's done something bad that I can use to justify taking some of the funds away, but - fuck, your dad has a good ass." "Yeah, I know. He's learned how to use it well." "No - mmmph - kidding." The otter was already quite close to orgasm, Axel could see that much. It wouldn't take long before he was blowing his load deep in that fuzzy rump, but perhaps... He scooted his chair forward, pushing his feet against the otter's face to keep his attention. Almost immediately he felt a tongue flicking around on his soles, and he smiled to himself. It was a rather nice feeling to have them worshipped, he had to admit; it was still a bit strange, but it was a nice feeling. But there was another reason for that. He squeezed with his soles, keeping the otter looking at him, keeping his attention close. "So, what do you need from me?" "Mmmph...I was thinking, maybe - nnng...getting close..." "Ah, ah. Look at me. Look at me." He waved his tail a bit, getting the otter to look at him again. A little swaying, a little twitching of his tail, and he saw the familiar, dazed look that had slipped across Liam's face the first time that they'd talked, the first time that he'd helped the Mayor get past some of the issues that he'd been having. You've always been a good subject, Liam. Time to be one again, he thought as he slowly dragged the otter towards a nice, tranced state again. It didn't stop him from thrusting, but it did slow the Mayor down a little bit, making his thrusts take longer to bottom out, make him take longer to pull back. "You want me to help you, don't you, Mayor?" "Yes...mmm..." "I can help you. You want me to help you, want me to talk to the people in charge of the other departments?" "Talk...Why..." "You and I know I can\_talk\_ people into things. Don't worry about it. You don't have to worry. After all, you have such a hot ass around your cock, such a lovely pair of feet in your face, you don't want to worry." "Don't...worry..." "Just set up the meetings, and I'll take care of it. Now...hump, hump away, Mayor, and cum in that hot hole." The otter nodded, starting to thrust forward harder and faster than he had before, making the older bat slide along the floor until his shoulders clicked against Axel's chair. It was rather amusing to watch, now that they were both zonked; they were nothing more than his toys, at this point. His hand slid along his cock faster and faster, matching the pace of the Mayor's thrusts and the licking of his feet, both getting more and more frantic. This was just what he'd been waiting for, the chance to exert some of his hypnotic power on more of the city officials, more of the people at the top of the food chain. The more he did here, the more power he'd have in the future...and the more he could do to expand his own influence. He grinned as he felt his orgasm coming, and let it go a bit early. There was time to celebrate, now...plenty of time...Slumping back in his chair, he watched the cum-covered officials keep on humping and grunting, shaking his head as they were locked in a rutting cycle, and would be until he released them. Good boys... The End
The Blizzard by Niniju	#2 of Short Stories Would you brave a blizzard in search of a lost love? - The snow crunched underneath my paws, and the whistled through my ears. I felt my gift keeping me warm, but I still hugged my arms around my chest by some kind of instinct. I couldn't see my breath as I exhaled, but I knew	[ "Blizzard", "Cabin", "Cave", "Horror", "Niniju", "Snow", "Winter", "cold" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146811-the-blizzard	The snow crunched underneath my paws, and the whistled through my ears. I felt my gift keeping me warm, but I still hugged my arms around my chest by some kind of instinct. I couldn't see my breath as I exhaled, but I knew that it was easily below freezing and then some. I took one last longing look back at the cabin I was about to abandon. How cozy I could be at this moment. How easy it would be to just curl up in front of the fireplace and listen to the howls of the muffled wind beyond the boards. But I wasn't supposed to be alone, and the other one that was with me has disappeared. Quietly cursing to myself, I jerked my eyes away from the cabin and trudged through the antagonizing wind, following the trail of paw prints in the snow as my eyes began to sting. After a while, I had lost track of the passage of time completely. It was around the time that the cabin's light ceased to be a beacon to find my way back, but the trail continued, and I needed to keep going if I didn't want the storm to hide her prints. --- She awoke in a cave, the only noise being the far off echoes of the still howling wind snaking its way through the tunnels. The cave looked old, and stalactites taller than her gazed down from above. The occasional stalagmite reached up to kiss the former, which might have been romantic if she wasn't alone and scared. She had no memory of this place. Was she still on the mountain? The evidence seemed to confirm that she was. If memory served, she remembered caves and mountains having a high correlation. She also noted that the wind meant she was still in the same area; given that she was still within the storm's embrace. She moved to stand, and realized that her head hurt. She must have hit it on something. Or maybe something hit it. She preferred not to think of the latter. Back on her paws, she noticed that she was fully dressed for the cold. Maybe this was her doing, and she had somehow sleep-walked through a storm to get here. It was unlikely, but she felt that it might explain the unusual location, the lack of memories, and the headache. It gave her comfort, so she embraced the notion. She then decided that sitting still would not yield any information on her current situation, and so she elected to begin walking in the direction of the wind. She raised a paw and flexed a muscle. Light pierced the darkness. --- The wind was not a friendly phenomenon on this night. It bit me. Pushed me around. I tried my best to ignore the bullying spirits that rode this harsh breeze. It took more time to ignore the judgmental glares of the trees, those sentinels of this place. The snow nipped at my ankles and clawed at my legs. The snow reached my knees, and my chest began to glow with my gift's effort. I don't recall the snow ever reaching this high here. As I continued to push through this white blanket, I felt a shiver work its way up my spine. I felt the glow in my chest heat up further, when suddenly a stray spark arced off into the night. It must be getting colder than my gift can safely handle. I force myself to spread out my arms, and I tense up my muscles ever so slightly, and the glow begins to travel from my chest, spreading outward like a blossom of fire. I felt my arms and legs begin to warm, and the snow around me began to melt. --- She missed the cabin, from where she had come so far. Every step she made through the darkness echoed beyond the radius of light granted to her. She missed the sitting area in front of the hearth, with the clock above the mantle that never ticked. She missed the quiet evenings alone, reading a murder mystery in the warm embrace of the ever roaring fire. She wanted to get back. To be safe again. From others, and herself. She was terrified of the things she could do. She stared at the star born in her paw, glowing brightly against the darkness around her. Her demons couldn't get her here. They dared not step into the light. Her flower of light licked at the walls of the cave as the tunnels narrowed. The wind continued to increase in volume, and she could actually feel the breeze. It caressed her pointed ears, and she felt her tail begin to sway in the current. She was almost out. She rounded another bend in cave's throat and saw the mouth ahead of her. --- I saw the wall of stone appear through the fog, and a wolf greeted me with a lotus of brilliance shining in her left paw. Her fur was as white as the snow that melted all around me. But she didn't see me. I called out to her, but she didn't hear me. I tried to hold her hand, but it passed right through. What she did see, however, was the shadow that stalked toward her.
Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 111: Taking Responsibility For Others' Sins (Revival Part Two) by Worlds Apart	#112 of Counter Earth Chronicles Last Chapter Alex and Lady Ursa started their counseling sessions with Lea. Little by little Alex's mistress started to remember what happened to her after she and Alex were separated after being taken aboard the sky ship. That afternoon the two reconnected with	[ "Aardvark", "Adventure Series", "Aliens", "Avian", "Bear", "Buffalo Calves", "Counseling", "Cuddling", "Curfew", "Doppelganger", "Dream", "Epic Adventure", "Humans", "Hyena", "Lioness", "Mole", "Plot Development", "Protests", "Shock", "Skunk", "Story Series", "Tiger", "Trance", "Very Long", "terror" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151145-counter-earth-chronicles-chapter-111-taking-responsibility-for-others-sins-revival-part-two	Counter Earth Chronicles \Chapter 111: Taking Responsibility For Others Sins (Revival Part Two) \ Day 930 (evening) "Alexander when did you get out?" Neil Winter asked me again. "And how?!" I looked at Lady Ursa and then back at my doppelgänger's younger brother. "That is my name, but I am not your brother." I said as the six other members of the consortium looked on. "You look just like him!" Neil Winter said eyeing me carefully. "Well they say everyone has a double. Oh and I go by Alex, not Alexander and I may look like it but I am not your Alex Winter." "I guess not you speak with a slight accent- which sounds familiar." "Well, English is not my first language." I said to Neil. "I guess you are right. My brother is being punished by the empire; I have not seen him in some time nor will they let me see him." "There is a reason for that." Niko said looking at Neil. "I know, I know." The brown haired human said. "The knights claim that he did some horrid, despicable things in the name of the rebellion." The white ermine(?) said. "I know." Neil responded. "Neil is that why you decided to join the consortium?" I asked him as Dongo, Bess, Tess, Doria and Cinder looked on. "I made a choice not to be consumed by the same thing that consumed my brother." "Even after the Beastial Beauties scandal?" I said to him. "So you know about that huh?" Neil asked. "Yeah, I heard about it." I responded candidly. (And I was there right with you.) "Neil joined in late December of 031 YOE." Tess said to me. "That was some months after Alexander was judged and punished by the High Evolutionary." Neil said sorrowfully. "My parents and I started looking into what he had done while with the rebellion and who he had become." "Suffice it to say, you and/or your guardians were not happy with what you found out." The young Aardvark said in a determined tone. "No." Neil said tearing up. "Something destroyed my brother inside, changing him, it caused him to do some horrifying things in the name of the rebellion and I vowed not to let the same happen to me. That was why I joined all of you." "So you don't hold any animosity toward beastials?" I asked. "No. I come to think of Dongo, Bess, Tess, Cinder and Niko as my extended family." "Well Neil we are glad to have you with us." Dongo said gently. "If this world is consumed by hate, then love dies." Doria said. "Our group is a small representation of how this world should be humans and beastials living, working, and striving for a better tomorrow- together." Everyone nodded. "Some could also say loving together for a better tomorrow hey Dongo?" Niko said winking at the consortium's leader who was blushing again at the insinuation. "Ok with introductions aside- we can now move on to other pressing issues." The hyena said. "Like where have you been for the past nineteen months Alex?" "Were you helping the knights with some top secret mission?" Tess asked me. While the new members looked on. "Alex and I were on vacation. An extended vacation." My she beast said standing from the high table near the kitchen. "Where?" Bess asked. "Oblivion." I said staring at my mistress. She nodded giving her consent. I just wondered how much of the story she would allow me to tell my consortium colleagues. "You guys are my friends so, I am going to trust you with this. At any rate the word needs to get out." So I spent the next twenty minutes or so giving the consortium a condensed version of our vacation from hell.... "No, no it can't be!" The hyena screamed examining his arm pit. "I have been marked! They are coming for me too!" "Let me see." Doria said. "Honey, that is just one of your spots, not an alien marker." "And what about that this one?" The leader of the consortium asked his human companion." "Dongo, that is a pimple." Doria said examining the he beast's other arm pit. "You have not been marked by the creatures." "Are you two ok?" Niko asked my bear warrior and myself. "It will be some time before we are ourselves again. But thank you for your concern Niko." My she beast said. "Anything sis?" Bess asked as Tess examined her brother for odd alien markings. "No you are clean." Tess commented. "As are you." Bess commented. "Niko? Cinder?" Neal asked. "No." "No." The white ermine(?) and aardvark said one after the other. "Hmm... one of my cousins believes he has been abducted and/or studied by those alien beings." The young aardvark commented. "Really?" I asked. "My family thinks he is just seeking attention, but he is adamant that it happened to him and is still happening to him." "How does he know?" Niko asked the little aardvark. "He has blackouts and/or experiences where he loses track of time and then can't remember what he did or where he has been." Cinder said to us. "How long has it been happening?" Neil asked. "Since he was adolescent. Ember always felt like he was different..." "Wait, wait Cinder- your cousin's name is Ember?" I asked the little boy. "Distant cousin actually." He responded. (DAMN. SMALL WORLD.) I looked at Lady Ursa and she at me. "What is it?" Cinder asked. "I met him." I admitted. (He saved my life.) At the time, I wondered how much I should have said to Cinder about his cousin. I can imagine that conversation- oh yeah and by the way Cinder, he is the alien's liaison and he has a peculiar healing ability! I decided to leave those parts out. "He was present when the alien creatures sent us back to the planet." "So those who are marked by the creatures they are subjected to being re- abducted and studied again and again?" Doria asked my fierce ursine warrior. Lady Ursa nodded. "What's worse is there isn't anything I can do to prevent it." I said to my consortium colleagues; when they deem it is time, they will come and get you whether you want to go or not." "That is truly horrifying." Bess said. "So was being stranded in that prison with all those convicts." The white ermine(?) exclaimed. "That was truly at the far end of the planet and it took a long time before anyone realized we were there." I said. I left out the part about the eccentric warden or the fact that we had to give our bodies to others in order to please him. "Well, Alex we are so glad to have you back." Dongo said still embarrassed from his outburst. "I am glad to be back too. But it is going to be awhile before I am up to speed." "That is not hard." Bess said. "The last nineteen months were just plain awful- bad for the empire." "It lead to conflict between first and second class citizens and citizens against the High Evolutionary." Tess said. "It got so bad that a curfew was established; no one is allowed outside between 7 PM and 7 AM." Niko added. "If you are, you will be punished- severely." "Wow." I said. "The High Evolutionary is using this time to extinguish pockets of unrest and/or lawlessness." Cinder added. "The empire is in disarray. It started when Rick Rivers challenged the High Evolutionary and worsened from there. The protests, riots and natural disasters didn't help." Dongo said. "All of us helped out where we could." Doria said hugging her hyena. "We helped those who were affected by the tornado that hit World Three." "That put our group on the map." Neil said. "Then we also helped motorists who were stranded during that snow storm earlier this year." Bess added. "And then there was the movie theater we helped open in World One which is promoting socialization between the classes." Tess added. "Yes, yes we were there for it all. But there is still more to do, and/or a long way to go." The young aardvark added. "It looks like the boy genius has spoken." Neil teased. "So that brings us to today's meeting." The hyena said redirecting the conversation. "And what is bothering me now." "It's that new program airing on the hub isn't it?" The white ermine(?) asked. "That is exactly it." The leader of the Consortium for Mutual Coexistence said. "What show?" I asked. "Why Are You Poor?" Tess answered. "It is a documentary program that interviews a member of the human population every week." "It claims to be some sort of self help program that helps its subjects analyze points in their life where they went off track and tries to get them back on track." Bess added. (That doesn't sound so bad.) "But in reality it ridicules, derides and embarrasses the less fortunate for being less fortunate and exacerbates humans and beastial relations in the process." Dongo said. "That is the last thing we need right now is more reasons for the rebels to recruit." Neil Winter added. "I see you aren't familiar with the program." Cinder said to myself and Lady Ursa. "Let me see. Here is the latest promotion." The little aardvark played a 20 second promo for the program. It consisted of a human female seated at a desk being berated by a brown plumed avian. *"WHY ARE YOU POOR?!"* The avian beastial shouted at the woman. *"I, I."* The woman stammered. *"Don't you know there is more than a enough prosperity for all of us?!"* The brown avian shouted at her. *"SO WHY ARE YOU POOR?!"* *"I don't know!"* The woman shouted as she burst into tears. *"Tune in each week as we find out the answer."* The bird said with a snide smile. *"Watch us live or on your own time."* "Wow, so what do you plan to do?" I asked as Lady Ursa looked on. "We are trying our best to get that disgrace for entertainment shut down." Doria said. "Niko has been researching who created it and where it originates." The hyena added. "The program is produced here at the hub studios in World Five." The white ermine(?) said. "I have been trying to contact the show's originators, but they won't respond." "So we can't even set up a meeting." Dongo said. "Actually there is another way." Cinder interjected. As we looked on. "We should have Neil try out for the program. His history would be quite interesting to them." "You mean go undercover?" The brother of the convicted rebel asked. "It makes sense." The white ermine(?) said. "He fits their profile." "And our boy genius strikes again." Doria said. "That is a brilliant idea Cinder." "I would liked to be involved in that." I volunteered. "As would we." The buffalo calves admitted. "I appreciate everyone's enthusiasm. But I think it would be much better if we don't all show up on their doorstep; I think we should keep this operation small." The hyena said. "How small?" Cinder asked. "Hmm... myself, Neil, Niko and Alex." "Just as well though we are still working on helping those affected by the tornado in World Three." Bess said. "How is that going?" Doria asked. "Difficult." Tess added. "We could use some assistance and/or help." The female buffalo calf said imitating the aardvark. "Um sure." Cinder said. "With our boy genius on it we should have it resolved quickly." Bess concluded. "It's settled. Neil and Niko will set up a meeting with the originators at the hub studios. Tell then you have found a subject for their program." Dongo said. "And you?" Niko asked. "I will be representing Neil Winter and Alex can play his relative who is not sure he should be on the program." (Dongo that is devious.) In the meantime, Alex you should familiar yourself with that program; I want you to watch as many episodes as you can tolerate." The hyena added. "Good idea." I said. "We can help you with that." The buffalo calves said. "We can send you a list of the episodes that have aired." "Even better." I said. "Niko World Five signing off." "Cinder World Four signing off." "Neil World Three signing off." "Wow, guys you have done quite well in my absence." I said to the three beastials and human female. "Our little group is growing." Bess said. "Yeah it is quite amazing when you think about it." Tess added. "Well goodnight everyone." Doria said giving us a devilish look. "My wild dog and I have some personal time scheduled." "Um, I will contact you when we have set up a date and time for appointment." Dongo said blushing. "It looks like you and your consortium friends have a mission." My she beast said. "It looks like that mistress." I said as my warrior bear eyed me up and down. "Let me guess, you want to come too?" She nodded. (Man, she really hates being idle.) "Well then I am going to need your assistance then." "With what pet?" "Research." With that Lady Ursa and I sat down on the sectional and started researching the hub program that had tied Dongo's tail in a knot: My lady bear called up the hub virtual menu. We found the program under series. "Wow it looks like ten episodes have been made so far." I commented looking at the list. "Which one should we view?" "The ones Bess and Tess recommended." My she beast said making her way through the list. "Just one more thing." "What is that pet?" \SNUGGLE\ We made ourselves comfortable as the documentary started. *"On this episode we profile Marvin Marble."* A brown avian with a yellow beak and red eyes said. *"Another of the second class citizens of this world who is suffering. In an island of prosperity, why is it that he is struggling? Join us for this episode of Why Are You Poor?"* "Well that didn't take long." I said looking at my she beast. "Pet?" "It has only been thirty seconds and already I am offended." I said as we continued to watch the broadcast. The show opened from within the hub studios where a we saw the show's featured guest Marvin Marble a disheveled thirty year old adult male black hair, jeans, green jacket, black hat and a frumpy brown shirt seated at a table next to the show's host who looked like a robin, only he had brown plumage. He was the same one from the promo. *"Welcome to another episode of Why Are You Poor? I am Yama Kite and seated next to me is my guest Marvin Marble. Thank you for coming."* *"Well, I guess...."* The disheveled human said looking around nervously. *"So Mr. Marble WHY ARE YOU POOR?!"* The avian asked assuming a confrontational tone. *"I- I just can't make my ends meet. I can't afford my rent, my hover car or my other expenses."* The black haired human said. *"And why is that?"* The avian asked. *"Because I can't find a job."* *"Why is that? There are many businesses looking for help."* The brown bird said. *"None will hire humans, only beastials."* The man said tearing up. *"My staff along with help from the knight core looked into your history to find out if there are any other reasons..."* The brown bird said. *"Roll the package."* \_"Marvin Marble is the second of three siblings born to Jake and Cynthia Marble in 001 YOE in what is now World Four. Your family owned Marble Quarry Incorporated which mined components used in construction cement which was in high demand following the end of the 90 year war and the High Evolutionary's accession to power." \_ \_"Your family was successful financially until the rise of us beastials. In just four short years after the master took over, the Marbles' success tumbled as they were put out of business by new competitors- beastial competitors who provided a better, faster and cheaper product than the Marble Quarry ever could. Your family fell into bankruptcy and lost everything. The Marbles burned through their savings and saw their quality of life evaporate. Your parents were forced to move to more common areas that humans inhabit in World Four- by that we mean the basement." \_ *"Despite that Marvin's parents instilled that education was paramount in order to survive in this new world they and other humans found themselves in. Marvin attended the World Four School. Upon graduation, he went to college where he studied geology, mineralogy in hope to work at one of the competing businesses that destroyed your parent's business."* " *Yes."* Mr. Marble said. *"But there were complications."* The avian said. *"No one wanted to hire a human. Each time I applied, I was turned down in favor of beastials."* " *You suspect that you were more qualified than those candidates that were hired."* The brown bird said. *"Yes. They won't hire second class citizens."* *"Riiiight."* The bird said judgmentally. *"We studied the employee roster at the five quarries you interviewed at and discovered that none of them employ humans any humans. In fact there is a requirement that candidates applying for vacancies, must have either, fur, scales, plumage, paws, claws, fangs or tails."* *"That is discrimination."* Mr. Marble said\_.\_ *"That is a reality of being a human on Counter Earth."* The avian said\_.\_ *"So in summation you are poor Mr. Marble not because you don't come from a fine family or that you didn't have a adequate education or numerous opportunities."* *"That is a relief."* Marvin Marble said. *"So why do you think I am poor?"* *"Because society, this beastial society is against you as we are the majority and you second class citizens are the minority."* The brown bird said grinning. *"So you are going to help me right?"* The man pleaded. *"Um, no but thank you for coming. And that is it for this week's episode. Please join us again next time for Why Are You Poor?! Until then this is Yama Kite saying you only have one life go out there and make it a happy one!"* After the broadcast there was an epilogue; Mr. Marble had been evicted from his apartment for nonpayment. He was then living out of his hover-vehicle until it was repossessed. His whereabouts are unknown. "Mistress this has to be one of the most offensive programs ever! The host practically made fun of his guest's misfortune and didn't even try to help him!" We decided right then and there to view a few more episodes. The next one was about a homeless teen who was thrown out by father, who couldn't provide for him. The teen robbed and stole to survive. He was captured by the knights after broadcast. I made it through one more episode and half of another before I was extremely cross. "I agree with Dongo there has to be some way to get this shut down!" "That is going to be very difficult pet, it is quite popular." "Isn't there anything the knights can do?" I grumbled. "No Alex. No laws were broken. Although it does nothing to encourage beastial human relations though." My she beast said solemnly. I was still fuming as we viewed a portion of the fourth episode, it was about a woman who was working at a beasitals only restaurant in disguise and was fired on the spot when a customer discovered that she was, you guessed it human. "What we seen adds validity to the consortium's mission pet." "It certainly does." I huffed. "It is getting late, we better head to bed in case Dongo and Niko succeed in getting Neil on that show." It was around 10:30 in the evening when my mistress carried me to her chambers. She gently removed my clothing placing everything I was wearing into the laundry pile before laying me down on her bed. I then watched her do the same. "Trying something different to chase away bad dreams mistress?" "For tonight." My fierce ursine warrior said. "I am going to sleep on you." For that night I stretched out on her pillow, making myself comfortable before my she beast laid down on top of me placing her head onto my chest and her chest onto my groin. It wasn't long after that sleep soon found the both of us. \POOF\ "This way madam ursine." One of the greys said as we were levitated through a circular room containing orange walls, orange floors and orange ceilings. We were aboard another sky craft once again taken against our will. "Do I have a choice?" My warrior bear trembled. "No." The alien creature said turning to face us the black elongated eyes staring right through us. "But we have allowed you to bring your companion this time." We entered through a circular door in the center of the ship and were shown a large table. "There we are, right here." The being said as it laid my she beast down. I was then placed right next to her. "We had to really put in an effort to find you madam ursine." The being said. "That is because I didn't want to be found." Lady Ursa said still trembling. "Now, now." The creature said as she produced a crystal and ran it across my mistress' foot paws. "There is no escape from us- when the time comes we will do what we need to do." "There is something different this time." I said looking around the room. "We are by ourselves. Not studying any others today?" "The liaison suggested that our beside manner needed to be revised as to less terrify our subjects." The being who I slowly realized was female said to us. "Ember also said we needed to communicate verbally with our subjects." "Wow talk about feedback." "Now madam ursine, I need for you to raise your arms above your head. Yes just like that." The alien creature said. She then ran the crystal on the markings of Lady Ursa's armpits and looked at it like it was thermometer. "Hmm... still haven't decided to bear young yet. No suitable male ursines around?" "None that I would care to breed with." My mistress responded. "I see. Well let's begin." The creature said. "I will be conducting the usual examination- follow up focusing on all your biological systems. It shouldn't take too long." "How long is that?" I asked the creature. "About two of your days and it shouldn't be as painful." The being said smiling with that small slit of a mouth. "Let's start with your digestive system." Once again the being gave my she beast something peach colored to drink. I watched as my mistress drank it all. From there the walls of the room displayed her esophagus as the material made its way to her stomach and the rest of her body. I comforted my bear as the alien being conducted test after test of all her bodily systems. She had gotten through the circulatory, endocrine and respiratory when she suddenly stopped. "We are finished for now. But I need a big urine sample." The creature said placing a flask at my warrior bear's urethra. My she beast gave me a look that was a mix of concern and embarrassment. "No is alright madam ursine, I have watched many beastials relieve themselves while being studied. You are no different." She said as she placed her appendage on my she beast's head. "Besides, your companion likes to watch." "I do not!" I protested. "You think she is quite beautiful when she urinates. You are thinking it now." "So that is how you maintain control over us you are mind readers!" I said quite indignantly. The alien creature said nothing but smiled again at us as Lady Ursa started empty the contents of her bladder. "Ah very good. I will let you rest a while before we resume again." "What is next?" My warrior bear asked nervously. "I will need to physically examine your internal organs." The creature said collecting the flask. "How will you do that?" I asked. "We will need to turn her inside out. It shouldn't be too painful." The alien creature said smiling as she exited the room." My she bear screamed. \POOF\ (Damn, another dream.) Day 931 As I awoke Lady Ursa was making some distressed bear sounds- very distressed. "NO! NO! GO AWAY!" (Did she interrupt my dream?) "Mistress it is alright." I said petting her on her head. "Bad dream?" "The worst pet. I dreamed that the beings came back for me and there wasn't anything I could do. I was studied for days and days. They gave me many painful tests and examinations and then more tests. There was nothing left of me when they had finished." (Wow, our dreams were virtually the same thing.) "It is alright mistress you are safe. They said they wouldn't be back for a few years." "Um thanks pet. That was rather comforting." She said as her communicator went off. It was Lord Tiger checking up on my warrior bear. My she beast again mentioned that she was ready to return to work. But the commander asked if she was still suffering from any after affects of her trauma. She reluctantly admitted that it was true. He ordered her to continue her counseling sessions with Lea. Having been shot down by the commander again. We proceeded with our normal routine that Monday morning. Like yesterday we met Lea on the roof of the castle- the start of another beautiful sunny day for our second session. The sexy lioness was dressed in tan slacks and a yellow top from what I could see under her lab coat. "Now my lady I want you to lay down and completely relax." The lioness said. "We made significant progress during your last session." Lady Ursa complied. "Now hold out your paws, slow your breathing." Lea ordered as she grabbed my bear knight's paws. "You are back on the sky ship in that room with the puffin family just after they sent Alex away. What happened next?" "They made me lie on the floor of the room." My warrior bear said. "How many of them are there?" Lea asked. "There are three beings. They are wearing black clothing. They are discussing something amongst themselves. It is a heated debate." "Do you know what about?" I asked anxiously. "Alex!" Lea chastised me. "You are going to break the trance." "Sorry." "Dear what are they saying?" Lea asked my fierce ursine warrior. "One of them wants to perform an intelligence test." "How?" The lioness asked. "They want to remove my brain!" Lady Ursa said in tone I have never heard her make. "I am pleading with them not to do it. They are telling me that it won't hurt at all." "What happened next?" Lea asked. "The the section of the floor I was lying on turned into a table. An elevated table. One of the beings approached me, he started marking my head where they were going to remove my brain." (OMG!!!) "I started screaming and roaring trying to will my body to move. It wouldn't. That was when they decided to coat me with the same goo that was on the puffin family. It drained my strength and I passed out." "What happened when you woke up?" The sexy lioness asked. "There was a aardvark holding my paw trying to calm me and then, then.... I don't remember." Lady Ursa said breaking the trance. "I think I can fill in the rest." I said to the two females. "During that time, I managed to reboard the craft and was placed in one of their holding pens. When Ember failed to calm you, they brought me to you to do the same. That was when the started those battery of tests and exams." Lea then put me into another trance to see if I could recall any forgotten details. Like before, I was able to remember my experiences aboard the sky ship and didn't have anything else to contribute. Before we ended the session my she beast told our healer about her reoccurring dreams and the disturbing one she had had this morning. Lea listened carefully. "Hopefully, the knights and the master will have a way to thwart the greys before they return to re-examine you." The sexy she beast said reassuringly. "And if they don't?" My lady bear said quite concerned. "Plead with them, you were able to convince the one that wanted to examine your brain not to do so. If that fails you know from past experience that they won't kill you only studying you- intensely. They can't do that if you are dead." What the sexy lioness said was not all that reassuring. Lea soon departed telling us to enjoy the late summer day. "So what should we do with our free time mistress?" I asked as I followed her to the lair. "How about the Aurora Spa, maybe check out the new movie theater, go to the park or maybe some museums?" "Neither. You have a video message pet." Dongo had contacted us during our meeting with Lea. Neil had received an appointment for an interview as a potential candidate for that heinous program. Dongo said that he was going to pick up Neil and Niko and to meet him at the hub studios at 12:00. "It is 10 AM now mistress we better get going- it is going to take us some time to get to World Five." Lady Ursa and managed to arrive at the hub studios in World Five just shy of noon. "Look mistress a protest." I said as my she beast landed her hover bike in the studio's parking lot. "If you can call it that pet. It is rather small." We said observing about five humans protesting across the street just beyond the main entrance. My curiosity got the better of me. I decided to observe them for a bit. "Pet?" My warrior bear said as Dongo, Niko and Neil watched me walk to the end of the parking lot to talk to the protestors. As I made my way toward them, I noticed that the five were carrying a bunch of signs: \\_We Are Not Second Class Citizens We Are Humans!\ \_ \_\The High Evolutionary Doesn't Care About Us!\ \_ \_\Not My Dictator!\ \_ \Down With Our Animal Overlords!\** \_\No Unfair Treatment!\ \_ The group of five- two males three females, looked to be in their early twenties. Some were in shorts and tee-shirts others wore frumpy clothing. "Excuse me." I called out to the group. "But what are you protesting?" "Unfair treatment! The animal people like portraying us in a bad light." One of the females said. "It is like we are something less than insects. Have you ever noticed that the majority of programming on the hub is for beastials only?" Another female said. "And when ever a human is portrayed we are rebels, criminals and thugs!" A man said. "That is because the animals are in control of what we see, hear and view." Another female protestor said. "Have you seen their latest abomination?" The second male protestor asked. "You mean the show Why Are You Poor?" I asked. "That show is an offense to everyone who is struggling under the current order!" The five said in unison. "It needs to be shut down. No all of this needs to be burned down!" The first female protester said. "No more bias!" "No more bias!" "No more bias!" The group chanted. "I see. Rest assured it is being looked into." I said. With that I decided to join consortium at the security shack at the entrance to the hub studios. The front building housing the offices of the hub studios was a rather small brown brick building consisting of two floors with offices, conference rooms, and sets. "You really do look like my brother." Neil Winter observed. "Thinking about joining that pocket of lawlessness?" "Alex it isn't too wise to engage protestors like that." Dongo observed. "Sorry my curiosity got the better of me." I said rejoining the others in the parking lot. "Who is the bear?" Neil asked. "This is my guardian." I said introducing my she beast. "You may call me Ursa. Mr. Winter." My warrior bear said extending her paw. "Nice to see you again Dongo." "You two my lady." The hyena said. "Decided to come along today?" Lady Ursa nodded. "Hi Alex, Ursa." The white ermine(?) said. "I am Niko." "And a pretty one at that." I said shaking the paw of the young adult. "You better watch yourself around her." My doppelgänger's brother warned. "Don't startle her." "Why is that?" "She shoots first and asks questions later." Neil warned. (Shoots first?) "Hey, I made it up to you." The she beast protested. "Three hours of washing me in a tomato baths hmph." Neil said. "Niko you aren't a ermine are you?" I asked. "She is skunk- a white one. Believe me you don't want to experience her inner strength." The brown haired human teased. "Alright you three, it's time." Dongo said as he spoke to the guard- a short mole. "You are here to see Yama Kite?" The guard asked. "Yes." Dongo responded. "All of you?" The guard said looking us over carefully. "This is Neil Winter, his um cousin Alex Winter and their body guard." The hyena said to the guard. "And you are?" "I am Dongo Dingo his representative and that is my assistant Niko." "Interesting that he should have such an entourage for someone of his stature." The mole commented. "It is just for today." Dongo shot back. "Head to studio C." The guard said. With that we entered the small building. "How are you?" The brown avian said greeting us. "I am Yama Kite." "Wow, this building is rather small I commented." "It is just for meetings, news sets and a little production. The magic happens in the lots behind the building. Shall we get down to business?" The brown avian asked. Neil and Dongo were taken to a small studio where Yama who turned out to be the originator of the program started interviewing Neil Winter in detail as Lady Ursa stood watch from the door, and Niko and I observed from the control room. The studio looked like a mock up of the set the documentary was filmed on. "So Mr. Winter you were born ten years after the High Evolutionary came to power?" Yama said starting the interview. "Yes." "So you don't remember a time when our kind weren't around?" The brown avian with the yellow beak and red eyes asked. "That is true. I went to school with beastials graduated and was unable to find work." "Why do you think that is?" Yama asked. "Um, no one wants to hire humans." "My staff has performed some research as well. You have an infamous brother who was in the rebellion." "Yes." Neil said. "Why do you think he joined?" The avian asked intently. "It was probably due to humans treatment on this world by beastials like you!" Neil said assuming a accusatory tone. "Mr. Kite we are not exactly whom we claim to be." Dongo said redirecting the conversation. "Who are you then?" The brown bird said asking the hyena. "We are from the Consortium For Mutual Coexistence and we want to talk to you about your program." Dongo said locking eyes on the avian. "Looks like this is going to be a long conversation." My she beast said studying the scene. "Want to take a break Alex?" The white skunk asked me. "Sure, I wouldn't mind checking out this place. I think I saw the cafeteria somewhere." "You two go ahead. I will watch things from here." My lady bear said. I followed Niko around the building we were in watching the various productions taking place. "It is amazing what takes place here." I said to her. We found the cafeteria on the second floor and sat down for lunch. It was in a small northwest corning of the building. The tables and chairs were surrounded by monitors showcasing videos, productions and events in progress including a news programs. "This is your first time here?" The white skunk asked me. "I was on the grounds about a year and half ago when I was visiting the amusement park next door, but I never went inside." "So what do you think?" "Amaz....." I started to say as I turned my attention to one of the monitors. "Niko is that real?" She turned around to see what I was starring at. One of the news programs had been interrupted its own programming and was focusing on a pocket of protestors. It was the same ones that I had seen across the street. Only their numbers had swollen beyond the five I had spoken with. It was now a mob, an angry mob that had crossed the street, trashed the parking lot, beaten the guard and was now making their way to the front entrance of the building smashing, trashing everything in its path. To Be Continued....
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (2) by Patcher	#2 of A Stranger in Suburbia An important choice awaits you... - [PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) \| [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) \| [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145603) **Cautiously prod the unaddressed box with the	[ "Interactive story", "Prologue", "Strangeness" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145331-a-stranger-in-suburbia-an-interactive-story-prologue-2	[PREVIOUS PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) \| [START AT THE BEGINNING](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145263) \| [NEXT PAGE](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1145603) Cautiously prod the unaddressed box with the hatstand. Common sense tells you that it might be wiser to identify yourself. Common sense is a rare commodity which you do not possess yet. You advance to the\*alcove (ENTRANCE HALLWAY!)\and examine the hatstand. It is made of wood, but otherwise it is unremarkable. You gently prod the box* with the hatstand. The box responds as an inanimate object would when prodded: it slides along the floor a single inch. You note that this spatial ability might be useful in the future. \_Spatial Awareness skill increased to 1. \_ Find the nearest bathroom mirror and check to see just how bad the damage is under the bandages. You examine the two doors. Quick investigation reveals that behind one door is the bathroom! The room is illuminated by a light above the mirror, which stands above the sink. There is a shower curtain in the corner, and a toilet by the sink. You stand in front of the mirror and see your own enormously bandaged head. You start unravelling the bandages and reveal... An important choice must be made. What race is our unknown protagonist? --- HOW TO PLAY Comment below with suggested actions for our hitherto unknown protagonist. I will then advance the story with said suggestions.
Wildtouched Species Data by ArrowQuivershaft	An attempt at writing a semi-scientific synopsis of the Wildtouched custom species I use. Hat tip to Ringtail for inspiration, all those years ago. - Species: Wildtouched ("Natural Shifters") Species home: Earth Average height: Human norm Average weight: Human norm Sexual dimorphism: Slightly male	[ "Wildtouched", "shapeshifters" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153099-wildtouched-species-data	Species: Wildtouched ("Natural Shifters") Species home: Earth Average height: Human norm Average weight: Human norm Sexual dimorphism: Slightly male Reproduction: Human norm Maturation: Human norm Lifespan: Maximum 120yrs(approximate) Sensory Summary: Human Norm Description: Appearing human normally, Wildtouched are in fact a genetically distinct species from humans. Capable of interbreeding with humans or even through unknown circumstances being born from two humans, each Wildtouched possesses the ability, once Awakened, to change form into a single non-human form. This form can never be changed, and is that of a nondomestic vertebrate animal species. (No aquatic examples have been observed, although whether this is evidence of anything is under debate.) Geographic and hereditary factors have been observed to partially, but not wholly, influence this alternate species. Appearance: While as varied as the humans they normally appear as, a Wildtouched cannot specify fine details about their forms. Coloration of skin, fur, scales, feathers, markings and scars will always be the same each time they shift. (But see "Healing", below) Genetics: Genetically distinct from humans, Wildtouched are still capable of interbreeding with humans. However, they can easily be picked out by genetic scans. While Wildtouched are immune to many human diseases because of this, speculation is that they may have their own diseases to cope with. Culture: As Wildtouched are very rare, with estimated fewer than 1 million individuals worldwide, there is no coherent culture, with most adopting the local human culture due to lack of other options. Paranormal abilities: No Wildtouched has been observed exhibiting any paranormal abilities aside from shapeshifting. Argument persists as to whether shifting itself is their paranormal ability, or if something prevents them from developing such powers. Psychology: Wildtouched are naturally drawn to more natural environments, such as forests, plains, woods, undeveloped land, etc., especially if that is what their animal would prefer. This "Call", as it has been described, increases in intensity as the moon becomes fuller, and weakens as it wanes. What data has been collected indicates a feeling of greater inner peace and relaxation in such surroundings. Awakening: A Wildtouched will not start shifting until "Awakened", a poorly-understood event which is triggered by one or more of many factors. A nonexhaustive list of possible influencing factors is as follows: Exposure to other Wildtouched, the full moon, exposure to animals of their alternate form, severe physical, mental, or emotional trauma. Before Awakening, a Wildtouched does not shapeshift at all, and the allergies are less noticable. Shifting: The most notable feature of Wildtouched, each individual has the ability to shapeshift to an animal form that, as noted above, can never be changed. At first, shifting is involuntary. With experience, shifting can happen voluntarily, or be held back, as the individual desires. Further experience yields an "Anthro" form that can also be shifted to. All Wildtouched may shift involuntarily under significant physical, emotional, or mental stress or trauma. All Wildtouched MUST shift to a nonhuman form during the full moon. Healing: Wildtouched healing, while no faster than human norm, has no observed limits. Flesh mends, scars fade, follicles regrow. Even wounds that should normally not heal have been observed beginning healing. Due to the fact that no crippled Wildtouched has ever been found, it is speculated that they may be capable of even greater feats of healing over long periods of time. Allergies: Wildtouched have a contact allergy to sufficiently pure copper(in large quantities), silver, and gold, each being more harmful than the last. Initial contact is similar in appearance to a chemical or electrical burn, with effects getting worse as exposure persists. This effect can be fatal with sufficient time, for reasons unknown. Other Notes: While no coherent culture exists, Wildtouched often seek out others of their type, forming(knowingly or not) small enclaves of secrecy where the population is higher than statistically expected. August Falls, Maine, United States is one such location. There are rumors of Wildtouched being somehow connected to the "Philosopher's Stone". Normally such notations would merit only sneering dismissal, but the fact that it appears in nearly all of what little scholarly documentation of Wildtouched exists, makes this rumor persistent.
Baby Bear's Ice Cream by BunnyBoy	I scream, You scream, We all scream for Ice Cream But to make that cream sometimes the Ice cream man has to make the little girls scream and scream and cream LOL sorry folks I think this might be one of my first ever hetro works. Honestly I don't get anything from this one myself Its mainly written	[ "Anal", "Ass", "Bondage", "Breasts", "Bunny", "Cock", "Cub", "Deep Throat", "Forced Sex", "Fucking", "Kidnapping", "M/F", "Male/Female", "Milking", "Moose", "N/C", "NC", "Non-Consensual", "Oral", "Ownership", "Polar Bear", "Rape", "Restrain", "Vagina", "Vaginal" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149329-baby-bear-s-ice-cream	Baby Bear's Ice Cream By BunnyBoy This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy... Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounters between an adult males and a female cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy It was coming up on the end of his rounds and he was having a hard time waiting. There were three kids in line, the little jingle was playing, but the older polar bear was having trouble focusing on there orders rather then the end of his shift. Maybe it was a sign, maybe he should stop going out on the trucks. It's odd enough that the ceo of the company makes time every week to go out at least twice on one of the trucks. He hands down the double scoop of fudge ripple to the kitten who smiles up at him. But if he stayed in the office he'd miss out on this. He rolls the window down and moves over to the chair. The truck starts up with a rumble and he cuts off the jingle from the external speakers. Once he clears out of the neighborhoods the big old bear pulls out his cell and taps the push to talk icon to the dispatcher. "Red you there?" "Papa that you?" The bear rolls his eyes and swears. Baby Bear's Ice Cream was a family run business but some family was just stupid. "Yes Red it's me Papa. I just finished route 16 with a special. Have the other trucks called in yet?" "Yes Pops, all trucks have called in. Everyone's headed back to the creamery. 2 more specials in addition to yours though." "3 specials in one day seems high,". Growls Papa bear. "Well Martin's was planned, Mikey says his just fell into his lap. What about yours sir? No specials scheduled for your route." The growl dies on papa's throat and he coughs. "Spontaneous situation too good to pass up." He can just hear his dumbass cousin his laughter. "We'll check the a schedule, any specials planned push them back two weeks at least while we get the new equipment installed. And contact Jerry we might as well get this out of the way." Papa sighs as he pulls into the factory garage. It's home sweet home, the slightly chubby polar bear pulls into a spot as a couple of nephews in overalls run up ready to offload the unsold ice cream and get it stacked in the freezer. "Hey Ralph, hey Dibny work quick back here we are gonna need you over at the dairy later. ". He scoops up a gym bag as the pair shouts their excitement. In most businesses the employees wouldn't be that happy to pull some unpaid over time but Baby Bears ice cream is a labor of love and the whole family lends a hand. The buildings are cold, and that's not just cause it's an ice cream factory. It was cause it was an ice cream factory run by polar bears. Whistling to himself Papa marches up the metal stairs onto the catwalk that leads to the walkway from the garage into the next building. The catwalk leads out over the ice cream factory and Papa smiles looking at the vast work floor with its tanks of cream, mixers and vats. He really made him proud to see all that hard work. With a sigh he shifted the awkward load in his bag and headed up another flight of stairs. While the bottom was the Ice creamery the top was the secret to Baby Bear's success. He opens to door on the sound of machines, hydraulic pumps, as well as whimpers and moans as he gazes out on the family dairy. It was a little dairy comprised of a girl snatched here and there. With time the stable had grown. He had no delusions that he could run the whole creamery on their output but they had added they extra special ingredient that made Baby Bear's so addictive. With Cubs of most every mammal known ranging from 6 to 16 his pumps were working non stop. He circles round the outer ring looking for an empty slot, as his right hand trails along pinching a taught backside, or a wet dripping slit. In front oh an empty stall he lays the bag on the ground, he crouches down unzipping it slowly. He sighs at the form in there the brown furred little moose girl still under from the seditives in her strawberry cone. He straightens her out on the metal grate flooring looking her over from top to bottom as his pants get tighter. He pulls off the Cubs shoes and socks letting her bear hooves hit the floor. He pulls a pair of scissors from the bag and starts to cut the Cubs cute little skirt and blouse from her. The bear growls softly to him self, it was an epic force of will not go mount her in the van, to take her then and there but he knew the waiting would make it better. He tosses all the Cubs now useless clothes into the bag before he opens up the chest in the room with her new working clothes Molly started to moan softly, her mouth tasted funny and she wasn't sure where she was. Every thing was all blurry and her body felt heavy and in responsive. And it was cold in here colder then it should have been. She tried to look around as her eyes adjusted but before she could take it in she was shoved hard forward bent over a padded bench and held down as something was clicked into place behind her. The pressure was released as she started to complain. "Hey what's the big idea?" She tries to stand but she can't pull back far enough, something at her shoulders is holding her back. She shakes trying to wiggle free but her ankles are fastened to the ground and her hands are stuck in the small of her back bound wrist to wrist. "What's going on here?" She whimpers her eyes focusing enough to see around her. The sight of so many other girls all hanging from chains, with pumps on there chests gives her a chill that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Papa bear circles around in front of the little red haired moose. "Hi Molly remember me?" The big bear starts to in buckle his pants. "Did you like the ice cream Molly? I hope you did because from now on your gonna help make it." The big white bears pants hit the floor, his plump sheath full and his black thing dripping with a whitish goo. He leans forward fondling the moose's flat chest one paw pinching a nipple between thumb and finger. "Granted you won't be producing much with these just yet but we have ways to fix that." He steps away for a moment to the bunny bound to the next bench. The little bunny might be Molly's age or younger but her tits were enormous. The bear leans into the bunny, paw gripping the base of her ears and pulling the head up till her lips rest against his sheath. "Look at Genny here, she's your age and we had her pumping out milk in record time. We'll get you a nice set of jugs on you little lady no worries". Molly just whimpers as Papa releases the bunny and disappears from sight. "Please mister no I don't wanna be here." "Well that's just to bad little missy." She can't see the man but she can hear his voice coming up behind her. "See what you want don't matter no more, you ain't a person your cattle and we can and will do what we want with our dairy cattle." She jumps as she feels him swat her ass. "Now this his gonna hurt a new girl like you needs her shots. Your gonna feel a little prick, then a bigger prick, and then a few more little pricks." Molly whines "What are you talking..." But she's cut off as she feels the hypodermic jabbed into her right butt cheek. Papa hears her voice catch at the first hint of pain as the hormone injection makes its way into her blood stream. He pulls out the spent syringe and looks down to the two others that need to go into that ass tonight. With a sigh he grips her hips holding her tight as he steps up. He doesn't even have to think but from long practices he head of his big black cock finds its way to nestle against the sweet folds of that little Moose's pussy. He grabs the girls bound wrists and with a jerk pulls her back impaling that virgin passage on the massive girth of his member. Papa moans in pleasure savoring the sudden warmth while the girl squeels like a stuck pig. He pauses his cock flexing inside her as he thinks, exactly like a stuck pig that's what Sandra three rows over sounded like when he rode her bacon. He sighs as he pulls back before slamming his hips home hard again, such sweet memories. His hands shift down from the girls wrist do her hips holding her impaling her as the big bear Pistons his cock in to once virgin pussy. Papa is quick and merciless as he pounds into her cunt. The dairy girls need to know there place and it's no use dragging it out. He grunts loudly his own sounds of wet pleasure drowning out the sobs and snuffles of the crying moose beneath him. With a deep drown growling howl he thrusts hard taking almost as much pleasure from the fact that he's the first to defile her as from the climax it self. He stops just holding himself there as his balls pump out what feels like gallons of baby batter. In that quite moment Papa reaches down and pets the slumping girls head. "Aww don't cry, you'll get used to it. It's an important part of the process to get you to make milk your body needs to think babies are coming. So we use the hormones..." He pauses here to grab the next needle and jab it into her ass. The cub squeals again and he feels her squeeze him intimately from the shock. "And we need to help the hormones do there job with a constant hard stream of fucking to help trick your body. It's nothing personal just business." He strokes Molly's red head fur once more as he pulls out of her completely. The sobbing little 6 year old's breath hitchs to feel herself now emptied. Spent seed spills from her and dribbles down int the protein troth. The soiled cub looks around seeing she's not the only one enduring this she sees other bears now sprinkled around the room, each one doing something to violate one of the helpless girls in there charge. Molly whimpers to herself, "this is never gonna end is it..." She feels the papa bears hands on her ass now thumbs spreading apart her cheeks. She wonders what shame is next when she feels him pressing against her tight pucker. Papa doesn't hesitate once he feels himself in position he drives forward. He disregards the Cubs scream of pain and discomfort since well it isn't the first more last to be heard here and the echoes of its abandoned sisters are raising from a few of the newer girls being used by the boys. He groans softly as he pumps himself into this way to tight little passage, sweet Jesus nothing is quit like there first time. Despite just emptying his balls into her cunt this moose's sweet ass is bringing him back he can already feel the building pressure waiting for release. He pushes in deep and hard leaning forward covering her with his body as he pumps in and out. It's fast hard and brutal and as papa climaxes again flooding the young lady's bowels with his hot seed he bites down leaving teeth marks in her shoulder. The little moose cub hasn't been placid this whole time, she has been kicking and bucking but the padded restraints on her ankles stop most of that and the chains supporting her shoulders keep her from moving to much. In fact most of her attempts to get away just rock her back onto the man molesting her. Her cries and sobs haven't don't much either, the piercing shrieks of the initial penetrations did draw stares from a few girls but the quickly turned away as papa started to grunt above her. The bear moans softly feeling good. He loves breaking in new cattle, maybe he should take one of the other new girls coming in tonight as well. No that wouldn't be right driver always gets the option it's not fair other wise. With a sigh he leans back a bit gripping the girls bound wrists to support him self as he pulls his still spurting dick from her ass, a spray of seed splatters across those brown furred cheeks as he slams it back home in the moose's well used sex. He slows his pace a bit now having blown two loads in the girl already he's in no hurry now. He jabs the last needle int her butt cheek betting it's nice and sore in so many ways. This further pain pulls out a sharp squeak from the crying girl but she's stopped shouting. She shudders with so be and the old man wonders if she's given up or just ran out of breath. He starts to rock a bit when his secretary eventually finds him. The younger bear sidles up to the ceo not even blinking at the sight of his boss balls deep in a six year old. "Ahh sir I've been looking for you, is this tonight's desk." The older bear looks surprised for a moment almost like he forgot there was actual work todo. "Oh yes Charles I forgot about that." He looks down at the girl. "Yeah might as well proceed, I think this ones' all out of fight for the night. It would be a waste of time switching to one of the placid ones." Charles smiles and nods before laying a padded table across the girls back. He sets a small stack of papers to one side and a small networked laptop. "Okay sir mostly standard stuff here. Payroll stubs, shipment sign offs the usual." The big bear sighs at the tedium of it all but even as he works his way through the paper work carefully reviewing the documents and signing where needs be his hips never stopped pumping. Driving in and out again and again almost as an after thought while he tickled the keyboard keys and shuffled around papers. It wasn't till thirty minutes later when he heard a tutting coming from the other side of the walkway did Papa even remember the girl he was still slowly fucking. The big bear looks up to see one of his middle sons Randal looking over the girls bite mark. "Damn it dad, it's your own damn rule too!" He pulls a brown bottle of peroxide off the cart and starts to treat the bite. The girl squeals at the new stinging pain and starts to shake. He then applies a clean bandage. "Just cause you own the place it doesn't mean you get to break the rules. No biting Pops." The older bear does look a bit sheepish. "Yeah yeah I know, but I get carried away on the new girls." He picks up the pace a bit realizing if Randal is here it's running a bit late. He thrusts home harder steadying the desk as he brings his simmering nuts to a boil. "Feeding time already boy? What's on the menu tonight?" Randal chuckles at his father the old man is incorrigible. He looks over the moose cub wondering how much to give her. He uses rather large syringe to suck up about a pint of the thick off white goop in the bucket on the tray. "Ohhh same thing we feed them every night a reconstituted protein mix, enriched with our own special blend of vitamins and hormones." That reminded him he had to make sure the troth under the new girls stall was on the system it would be a shame to waste all that protein that was leaking back out. He kneeled down caressing the crying Cubs face. "Aww there there girl it's not so bad, it's dinner time." As the little moose opens her mouth to plead for mercy, her body shuddering from the renewed pounding, the younger bear slips a bite guard into her muzzle. "I still say we should get there teeth taken care of, it would save on hassle and work place injury." The girl goes ridged with fury as what seemed like a small mercy was kicked out from under her. The bear shoves the soft rubberized tube into her gaping mouth and works it down her throat. "I mean its not like they need them on the liquid diet we worked out". Randal depresses the plunger on the syringe slowly forcing the gloop down the girls throat. "Ahhhh the occasional tooth mark builds character boy." Grunts the old man the slow burn of his orgasm coming to a head. With the syringe empty the bear pulls it free with a wet slurp leaving the girl to gag. "Hey pop since she's new mind if I give her a treat. She probably could use some fresh hot tube steak to keep the rest of her meal down." He doesn't wait for permission gripping the crying moose by the ears and guiding his throbbing cock up the her mouth. He sinks it in deep, grinding his groin into her muzzle as he fucks that sad little face. He won't last long, he's a bit pent up since he'd been watching his brothers and cousins getting there rocks off while he made the rounds with the feed cart. That's a good thing for the girl as she's bounced back between father and son. Since she's having trouble breathing the sooner he cums the less likely she is to pass out. It's the father that comes first flooding the much abused pussy with his heat, filling up her womb with his brand of nut juices. She wants to scream but the sons cock in her muzzle won't let that happen it's only a minute or two though be for his fists knot in her hair and he lets go a deep moan pouring his load of hot thick slime directly down her throat and into her full belly. When he steps back Molly starts to cough and gag. Taking in deep racking breaths. Papa pulls free with a wet splort and steps around the moose. He circles around to the front of Genny watching her tits sway as Charlie pounds her ass but good. The old bear grips her ears by the base in one paw and tugs her head up to cock height. "Clean it!" He orders no need for a bite gaurd on this one as her lips wrap round his member to suckle. Papa looks up at Charlie as the bunny slurps up spent cum and vaginal fluids. "I finished tonight's paper work and the pressing orders make sure it's put away when your finished here." He lets go of the bunny and pulls free heading for the exit. Red stumbles by buckling up his pants. "Oh hey Pops just an update Martin's special is in place, she's a corgi mix bit small even for her age but she's fitting in fine. Sadly though Mikey's special is a no go." Papa stopped and glared at the dispatcher, "why what's wrong?" Red flinches at the glare he already knows he's not high in Papa's graces. "Well sir Mikey brought in a bat, and well it's a boy" The older bear relaxes a bit, "Oh is that all. With two fresh girls the dairy isn't hurting for cattle so this isn't really a loss. Send the boy to marketing in the morning. Russell has been begging for a new model for a while so this should keep him happy and out of my office."
The Master's Link within Me by Aphrodite Fingers	#1 of Furry Yiff Folder A small yiff short story written for practice. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Structural feedback preferred. - [Author's Note: Art does not belong to me. Art belongs to DoomxWolf, DoomtheWolf or on here [DoOM\_Wolf](https://doom-wolf.sofurry.com/). All credit goes to	[ "Anthro", "Pokephilia", "Pussy", "Story", "Yiff" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146819-the-master-s-link-within-me	[Author's Note: Art does not belong to me. Art belongs to DoomxWolf, DoomtheWolf or on here [DoOM\_Wolf](https://doom-wolf.sofurry.com/). All credit goes to him. This short story is written for exercise. As with all my works, I seek to improve so if I could get feedback in the comments. It would be much appreciated.] "B-Braixen, you don't have to do this for me. I mean I know we've won a good battle, but that doesn't mean I should.. you know." Braixen ignored what you have said and used her tail to loosen your belt and pull down your jeans. You wanted to avoid the situation, but her pussy was too wet and ready not to get in some pounding. You hesitated to even touch at first. However, once you grabbed her booty, your shaft became fully erect and throbbed, waiting to meet your battle servant's pleasure hole. You immediately drove it in, which caused her to cry aloud in pleasure. You clenched her butt cheeks tight as you rammed up against her soaking pussyhole. She turned back to you, tearing as she moaned and her tongue was dripping down much saliva. As the evening heat increased, her booty became moist and sweaty and your balls started to slap against her pussy. Your link between her was too deep to stop. At this moment, stopping would've just been plain rude. However, Braixen had her tail around your waist, so that option became more of a back burner. Huge amounts of your pre cum was seeping down from her pussy before Braixen released her tail from around her. You pulled out and squirted some of your pre cum on to her booty before inserting it into her anus.
Chapter 3 - Best Friend's Sister by Useless_Providence	This part has been a long time coming, a good number of months, but it's finally here! As with the other two, a huge thanks to Spear - this story is as much his as it is mine, and he deserves a full half the credit. This wouldn't exist without him. Check out his stuff!	[ "Domination/Submission", "Fox", "Incest", "Leopard", "M/F", "M/M", "Masturbation", "Oral", "Public", "Wolf", "Wolfess" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149231-chapter-3-best-friend-s-sister	This part has been a long time coming, a good number of months, but it's finally here! As with the other two, a huge thanks to Spear - this story is as much his as it is mine, and he deserves a full half the credit. This wouldn't exist without him. Check out his stuff! [https://spear.sofurry.com/](https://spear.sofurry.com/) I intend to continue this series, and am hoping to produce a few more chapters. Enjoy! --- "Spear, what gives?" Ryan hurried along behind his friend, his shorter legs moving noticeably quicker to keep up with the large wolf. For reasons unknown to the fox, Spear had been acting rather chirpy and affectionate over the past few weeks, dishing out hugs and head-rubs far more willingly than he had done so before. Ryan wasn't complaining, although there had been one or two awkward moments at school where they had nearly been caught. To top off this sudden bout of tenderness, Spear had told him immediately after their first class that he had a surprise of sorts. Well, maybe not a surprise, but he had nevertheless asked Ryan to follow him immediately upon exiting the classroom, quickly shoving his way through the students exiting their morning classes. "Mom's working late again, the house is free if you want to come over!" Ryan bounced up beside his friend, happily walking along beside him as they made their way through the school corridors. The wolf shot his friend a grin. "Just hurry, or she'll stop waiting." Spear didn't bother to explain who 'she' was as he bounded forward, holding the fox's hand as they walked. For some reason, he just felt so... perfect lately. Maybe fucking a vixen did something for his self-esteem, maybe it helping out his friend. His confidence was through the roof - which was saying something, considering its natural abundance. Walking around and behind the science block, the two furs came upon a third. Leaning against the wall in the shade of the three-story building stood another black wolf; a little shorter than Spear. Her bust decent in size, though her figure was perfect: not scrawny, yet thin and slender with a slight athletic build. Spotting them both, she turned about, fixing her yellow eyes upon Spear. They matched. It was obvious enough who it was. "Hey, sis!" Spear waved, and then shoved his small friend forward a bit. "This is Ryan!" Ryan resisted just a little. "Spear, what the he-" "Don't worry!" he said, leaning down to whisper in his friend's ear, "I told her about you! How you two liked a lot of the same games. So, uh, have fun!" He turned and ran, his snickering disappearing into the general rabble of the schoolyard. The she-wolf looked down at the fox, blinking for a moment. "Hi." His friend had turned tail and ran! He had abandoned him, leaving him with this she-wolf! Spear had mentioned his sister once or twice, but Ryan had never actually met her. Despite being in his grade, she was taller than him by an inch or two, noticeably more slender, and certainly a little more intimidating. It was obvious she was of the same stock as Spear; her body near-perfect, with long, slender legs and a nice, flowing tail, though not as full and luxurious as Ryan's. "Um. . . h-hi!" He didn't know what to say! She was dressed like she was in a band, a rather tight pair of jeans tightly hugging her hips and buttocks and a black t-shirt constraining her nicely sized breasts. Pushing the limits of the dress code, certainly, but not enough to have her sent home. ". . .so. . ." But it wasn't the clothing, it was her eyes. Bright yellow orbs, piercing and severe. But where Spear's were always so full of mirth and kindness, these were. . . a little cold.The fox shuffled a little on the spot, his eyes darting about, refusing to lock with hers for anything more than a fraction of a second. Having her look down on him, inspecting him, judging him, it was off-putting, to say the least. He didn't have much to offer girls; he was small, weedy and shy. Swallowing a lump in this through, his eyes quickly scanned her body. desperately seeking for something to compliment her on. Girls liked that, right? Finally, he settled on a number of band pins stuck to the waistband of her jeans. "Uh . . . nice pins." The wolf girl didn't seem to pay the complement any notice. "Ryan, right?" she huffed. "I don't suppose my dolt brother told you my name. Pepper. And don't. I know what my last name is, I hear enough of it from other idiots here." Her eyes danced over the fox, flashing up and down and taking in every detail of his body. In part, it was only because she could sense his insecurity. Like any good predator, sensing weakness only stirred her primal instincts, her gaze intensifying. Something about it gave her a kick. "Nice tail." she said, breaking the increasingly awkward silence as she paced around the fox. "Don't overbrush it, though; you'll split the fur." "Um, thanks. . ." he replied. He tried to give her a cute smile, but just ended up looking a little awkward, as if he was still trying to hide something. Why did Spear have to leave? He always felt more secure with the wolf around, and didn't much fancy his chances trying to talk up a girl without him. Spear seemed to have no problem with it. Anything he said would have the girls hanging off his every word. Must be that excessive, easygoing confidence. "No problem." Pepper's thoughts turned to the compliment he had paid her earlier. Most of her pins, of which she had loads, were from bands far too obscure for the typical students of their high school to know of. Still, it seemed he was at least making an effort. "So you like MD.45, too?" She smirked and took a step closer to the fox, resting her gloved hand on a hip. "What's your favorite song?" "Oh. . .um, MD.45?" Ryan had absolutely no idea who they were. He listened to a little music, though very few actual bands. He had to say something! "Pepper. . . that's a nice name." he squeaked, his voice higher than he had anticipated. "Well, I don't really listen to many bands, I just thought the pins, you know. . . looked nice." Not exactly smooth, although he had at least managed to force out two compliments so far. "Oh!" He suddenly lit up, ears pricking and standing upright atop his head. "I really like Frank Klepacki, he did all the soundtracks for the Command and Conquer series! Joel Eriksson too, he did the music for Battlefield!" 'Shit.' he couldn't have come up with a lamer thing to say. Pepper's smirk broadened. She knew the fox was just trying to act cute and make empty smalltalk, though her expression became suddenly dour at the mention of artists of whom she knew nothing. It was almost surprising, and it seemed Spear hadn't totally talked out of his ass about the kit. "Huh. Well, you know some music then." Pepper's smile returned. "Truthfully, I don't really know most names from games like that, but I do like the music from those ones. Favorite's Red Alert 2 and Battlefield 2142. Good music, yeah." She leaned in really, really close, bending down slightly to the fox. The scent of peppermint shampoo overwhelmed the fox's nose. Those yellow, judging eyes peered into his on the level, and the smile was still carved across her muzzle. It was rather fun embarrassing him, she'd have to thank Spear for that later. Perhaps the kit wasn't totally boring. "Well, you pretty good? You can at least bear Spear, right?" She rolled her eyes at the thought. "He brags all the time, but he sucks." Ryan cocked his head to the side. She suddenly seemed very interested in games. Spear had mentioned that she played, but the fox had assumed that meant games like The Sims, or maybe The Legend of Zelda. Girly games, or so he liked to call them. But here she was, talking about games that he played! "Oh. . . heh. . . yeah, he does a bit, doesn't he?" His voice continued to crackle and waver. With the she-wolf leaning in so close,the smell was . . wonderful. Overwhelming. A soft, feminine scent mixed in with the sweet odour of her shampoo. Ryan felt his heart beat a little faster. Did he dare? Spear had been talking a lot more about the girls Ryan might have liked over the past few weeks, perhaps he had tried to hook him up. But, with his sister?! He wouldn't admit to anyone, except perhaps Spear, but Ryan had a bit of a fetish for cute, submissive girls. Still, he'd never had a chance to be with one, so he honestly didn't know. Pepper was most certainly not acting submissive, but despite being rather overbearing, he found her to be remarkably alluring. Playful, even. "Hey, Pepper?" he said, trying to force a bit of confidence into his voice. "I know Spear might have gone a bit far with trying to set this up, but would you like to come over and play games this afternoon?" "I would say more than 'a bit'. He doesn't know when to shut up." Her eyes were still fixated upon him, her expression mosty one of curiosity, though with a slight titillating hint. The way the fox breathed, the way his eyes looked, how his facial muscles flexed. 'So, doing this gets you. . .' Not finishing the thought, she leaned back, and shrugged. "Hmm, I don't know," she said, turning her head with her eyes closed. One eyelid cracked open, and she looked at him, watching the fox's hope drain from his face. Spear certainly had told her about his friend, spending the better part of the last week talking him up, and had pushed on the two meeting together. It had gotten to the point that it rather annoyed her, and in part she was only here to get him off her case. He had been only described as a shy little fox who liked games. She thought he'd be some little pushover who would be annoying and needy. Now that she was here, however, she had to admit he was rather. . . cute. Knowing Spear would be upset if she said no, she sighed. "Oh, sure." She crossed her arms again, and leaned back against the building, and stared off to her right. "But if I get bored after kicking your ass too much, I'm goin' home." Again, she turned to face him. "Okay?" Excitement surged through his body. She had said yes! It was a small victory, though one he had never experienced before. Most girls wouldn't even look twice at him, let alone actually agree to spend some time with him. He very much doubted that it would go anywhere, but he could at least say he had tried. Still, she seemed a bit hesitant, maybe even slightly annoyed. Ryan took what he could get, and was simply glad someone had agreed to what was, in a very loose sense, a date. "Oh! That's cool, you don't mind getting the bus, do you? Bus number four, meet me after school. Just tell the old crow you're supposed to be on it, he never bothers to check the student list." He flashed her a genuine smile this time before jogging his way back towards the school. He was late for class, but for once, he didn't care. "I'll see you there, Pepper!" he yipped. Ryan was overflowing with happiness, far removed from his usual timid self. Still, why not? He finally had a reason to be so, and as Spear had seemed so excessively cheerful lately, he wanted a reason to be so as well! "Yeah, got it," she said, and put a stick of gum in her mouth to chew. "Bus four." After a final nod, she watched the fox disappear across the schoolyard. His fluffy tail wagged back and forth vigorously, maintaining her attention for as long as she could see it, She gazed down at her own. 'Ugly.' --- Spear exhaled loudly as he opened his locker and dropped his backpack inside. Lazily, he kicked the dented metal door shut with his foot, and he turned to walk down the mostly-empty hallway. Now that it was his free period, he intended to go the library and hunt about for something interesting to read. Most students would go to a study room or the campus yard, but the wolf never did that; he wasn't behind on anything, and preferred privacy over inane conversation. He tried not to think too much about his friend and sister. Whatever would happen, it was out of his control at this point. Pepper could be a bit cold, even bitchy, and Ryan wasn't exactly the type to stand up for himself in such situations. Still, that was, in a way, an advantage. Pepper wouldn't look upon him as just another guy - she'd give him a real chance. As long as he could get past the initial meeting. The black wolf pushed the thoughts from his mind and made for the library. For a public school, it was pretty big, with thousands upon thousands of books lining up in tall shelves against the walls. Unless someone was large enough, it wasn't possible to reach them without asking the elderly dalmatian behind the front desk for help. And you didn't want to ask her for help. "Morning. . ." A little bit of politeness, however, went a long way. Spear walked straight to the action/adventure section, slowly viewing each title. Generic titles, mostly, but upon reaching the very corner of the library, a particular cover caught his attention. Interesting artwork, and a little thicker than most of the volumes on offer. "Collected Works of Calcelmo, huh?" he mumbled to himself, and pulled the book from the shelf. It was heavy, and he nearly dropped it before he laid it on one arm and flipped through a few pages, reading part of the first story. "Huh, pretty good, I guess. . ." --- Where was he? Where was that damned wolf!? The leopard had spent the better part of the past half hour skulking about the school corridors, occasionally ducking into empty classrooms in search of his target. He had a bone to pick, a rather pressing matter that demanded his attention, going so far as to miss his morning class to make his point. "You!" he grabbed a freshman, a small otter boy, by his collar and yanked him sideways. "Wolf, thick black mane. Have you seen him?" "W-who? Uh, you mean. . . Spear?" "Just tell me where he is!" The otter didn't respond, trembling as he was. Instead, he gingerly raised a paw and pointed in the direction of the school library. "Yeah, thanks!" The leopard violently shoved the kid back against a row of lockers before marching in the indicated direction. 'Library? Fucking nerd.' --- "Hey! Fag!" Having selected a book, Spear had set out to find a quiet table at which to read. He hadn't taken more than a few steps when the fuming feline had come up hard against him, pushing him back against the shelves. With an exasperated sigh, the wolf looked down at the leopard. "Yeah?" This really was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. Ty wasn't just an ass, he was a persistent ass. Usually, the cat didn't bother him so much, preferring to target the more vulnerable Ryan for his entertainment. "I really don't want trouble. I just want to read, alright?" Ty's heart was pounding a little, though the only outward sign that Spear could see were the few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This wasn't some usual confrontation; Seb wasn't around to back him up. Of course, he had intended it that way; this wasn't something he wanted other people seeing. Spear made a motion to push past. "Dog!" he spat, blocking the wolf from leaving. "You've got some real nerve, pulling something like you did at the cinema! What do you think Seb thinks of me now? Do you think he still respects me?! FUCK YOU!" Ty raised his arms, flashing his claws out and took a step forward. The slightest hint of worry spread across Spear's face. Would the leopard seriously lash out at him in a library? This was unusual, to be sure, but the circumstances were rather extreme as well. The wolf took a big step back, holding both his paws up defensively, and narrowed his eyes at Ty. "A lot of people don't respect you, Seb. Me kissing you isn't really the problem." Ty's eyes remained unblinking, darting about in a frantic, savage dance.. "Now, if that's all you have to say to me, I'm going to go read." Spear could see that a few furs had their heads turned towards them, though none bothered more than a cursory glance. Students yelling and swearing at each other was commonplace, and despite their surroundings, it simply wasn't notable enough to warrant any further attention. "You're a twisted fucker, you know that, Spear?" Ty continued rapidly closing the distance between himself at the wolf. "Who the fuck does that sort of thing?" Ty's feet feel silently on the carpeted floor. His voice was surprisingly low and, despite his obvious anger, there was the slightest hint of a tremble. What was the most surprisingly, however, was the fact that he had not once made eye contact. He keep his gaze averted, looking instead to the floor, out windows or at books; anywhere but at Spear. "Ty, what-" With a final leap, Ty bounded up to the wolf, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him close, a vicious sneer spread across his muzzle. With a surprising amount of strength, he pulled the taller wolf down to his level, leaning forward to whisper something. . . ". . . k-kiss me again." Spear barely contained the urge to yank a book from the shelves and smack it across the leopard's face. He didn't want to be the one to strike the first blow, even if he were being physically assaulted. Zero tolerance policies and all. Compromising between that and simply submitting, he bared his lupine fangs and growled, making it clear he was willing to at least try to fight if Ty hurt him. But then, that request. That demand. A blank look dissolved the angry face before confusion slowly took its place. "What?" There was nothing wrong with his hearing; he had heard Ty perfectly. The leopard need not repeat himself, but the wolf was completely dumbfounded nevertheless ". . why?" Confusion very abruptly gave way to anger. Intense, burning anger. Every instance of Ty and Seb chasing Ryan and calling him a fag came to mind. Every time his friend had been bullied, put down, or had vicious rumours spread about him. "Is this some kind of joke?" Spear slapped the hands away from his neck. "Is this some weird plan you and Seb came up with to get back at me?" Ty hissed, again slamming the wolf backwards against the shelving. With the canine now pinned, the leopard ran one of his paws across Spear's chest, sliding it up and about his neck, pricking him with his claws. "D-don't make me say it again!" his voice was huffy and intense, yet there was a very obvious uncertainty to it. "Fucking kiss me." He was now pressed fully against the wolf, his machine-gun heartbeat easily detectable through his chest. Spear would be feeling it, pounding and throbbing against him. "S-seb isn't here. It's. . . just us." "You really. . " It wasn't a joke. The pounding heartbeat, the slight bulge rubbing against him through his pants, and the look in the cat's eyes. The realization that Ty had been looking around to make sure they were alone for this reason caused a stir in Spear's sheath; a sudden rush of blood and sensation. His own breath quickened. If he were to ever admit it - which he wouldn't - the leopard was kind of hot. A bit of a jock-type, with a good build. And this close, he could smell the nervousness from the cat, the sweat making the other male a little musky. Spear grinned, and then leaned in to the curious boy. Their muzzles touched, and this time, Ty didn't pull back. The bully didn't deserve gentleness. Spear crammed his tongue past Ty's lips, eagerly lapping at the sandpapery tongue. A paw shot to the back of the cat's head, claws digging in and pushing their faces more tightly together. Saliva dribbled down their chins as the kiss became intense and sloppy, Spear loudly sucking on the cat's lips while another hand scratched down his back, eventually resting just above the tail. A tiny moan came from the wolf as the passion rapidly increased. Thrusting his hips forward, he started to grind his crotch against Ty's. "So, you kind of liked it before, huh?" Spear growled, silencing any reply with another heavy kiss. "You went home and jacked off to it, didn't you? Who's the fag now?" Ty growled in response and bit down on Spear's lip. It was as good as he remembered it. Better, even. He hated himself for enjoying it, but he simply couldn't resist that tongue. The wolf's scent flowed over him, and he breathed it in sharply, blasting a few sharp breath's out of his nostrils and directly over Spear's face. He felt the wolf's paws come to rest just above his rump. Almost automatically, he thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against the larger canine, mashing their crotches together as his excitement continued to build. He had really done it, he had really fucking done this! The leopard was so immensely turned on, though he didn't want to be. He desperately wished that he didn't want this as badly as he did. He had never felt so disgusted with himself. But he just couldn't stop. The kiss broke, and his claws immediately flashed out, stopping just under the wolf's chin. "You tell anyone about this, and I'll cut you from ear to ear, got it?" Without waiting for a reply, he again locked lips with the wolf and madly made out. There was more than just a kiss, though. A hand snaking it's way down his front, claws running roughly over his surprisingly toned belly before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Ty felt the wolf grip over his hard flesh. A few half-hearted strokes followed, with Spear's thumb circling his tip in a rather uncomfortable fashion, pricking at the exceptionally sensitive flesh. "Yeah, your secret's safe with me, fag," he growled. While the wolf's intention had been to put this punky leopard in his place, he found himself enjoying the exchange a little too much. The bite he had received, the texture of the cat's veiny length beneath his paw; Spear had to admit he was getting into this. A lot. He started to pump his fist a little harder. Ty groaned, and his own paws found their way up and under the canine's shirt, his smaller, sharper claws scraping through the thick, black fur. "Do it," Spear whispered, nuzzling at the cat's fangs to bait him into biting him again before sucking down over the rough tongue, pulling it into his muzzle. "Scratch me. Hard. Under my shirt, so no-one can see." If this was really happening, if both he and the feline were really getting into this, then Spear would make it the best Ty had ever been given.Ever. By anyone. The bastard wouldn't look at women the same way again! "Ah. . . ah!" Ty shut his eyes tight, trying his utmost to ignore the fact that a male's paw was now wrapped firmly about his cathood, pumping furiously and bringing him to a level of arousal he had never experienced before. He whimpered at the sensation, gyrating his hips and pressing himself harder into the wolf, thrusting his cock upwards, wanting more of this new homoerotc sensation. "Fuck. . . you better not stop!" As per the wolf's request, his claws were raking their way across his chest, the razor sharp points digging into the flesh. Sore red scratch marks appeared, but would be hidden by the thick fur and shirt. "S-squeeze me hard when I cum. . . fag. . ." he panted, his release building ever closer. Spear grinned, and sped up his paw. "What would Seb think? What would he say if he was here? Seeing you get jerked off like this, and loving it!" "F-fuck you!" "Oh, I bet you'd. . . love to. . . you-" Spear cut himself short, grinding his fangs together to stop a yelp as the cat's claw lashed at this chest. Rather than respond with aggression of his own, he pulled his shirt up, keeping the fabric out of the way so that he could aim Ty's dick at his slashed body. "Cum over me, mark your prey," he whispered, jerking the cat off as hard as he could; squeezing the shaft harder. He could tell the feline was close and about to pop. It was a shame the favour wasn't being returned, but being able to jack off a 'straight' male was good enough all by itself. Ty's eyes rolled back in his head. "F-fag!" Any further commentary from the leopard was made impossible as he felt himself crash over the edge, his cock spurting thick ropes of white seed. Spear's belly and chest fur were painted; his paw continuing to pump back and forth along the pulsating organ, coaxing more of Ty's cum out. The jerking continued well past the point by which Ty's balls had emptied their load, bringing the cat to the point of collapse. Spear didn't let up. He mashed his lips against Ty's once more, the sudden assault combined with a final few tugs of his paw drawing out a second orgasm. Still kissing, still furiously masturbating the cat, Spear growled and bit down. And then broke the fanged kiss with a broad, wolfish smile. "Well, I better get to my reading. Break won't last much longer, you know. That was nice, and I think you needed it." He walked a few paces before digging his paw into his pocket and flipping out his phone, the green record icon showing several minutes of audio. ". . . and if you want a third reason to leave Ryan alone, just hit me up." --- "One, two, three. . ." Four. The doors snapped shut when the she-wolf was a half-dozen yards from stepping onto the bus, the aging driver paying little attention to her until she slammed her fist against the yellow aluminium panel. "Thinking of leaving without me?" Pepper took a step on, dismissing the crow's outstretched wing. "This is my bus." Whether through apathy or a simple desire to avoid the complaints of some overprotective parents, the avian simply shrugged, waving her towards the back of the bus. "Just spit that gum out, missy," the grumpy bird huffed out. She sneered a little, making a show of sticking the offending gum to inside of the door before picking her way along the rows of tattered seats towards the back of the bus. Ryan had found his usual seat, and was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Judging by his obvious bouncing and inadvertent yapping, he was perhaps a little too eager. "Hey," she said blandly, taking a seat beside him and casting her gaze out the window, "Do you always have to put up with that old bas-" "MISTER, PEPPER DOESN'T BELONG ON THIS BUS, SHE'S JUST FOLLOWING HER NEW BOYFRIEND HOME!" She turned to flip off the yelling giraffe girl, jaw clenched and the white of her fangs clearly showing. Laura was the prissiest cunt Pepper knew, always on her case, always looking for the slightest reason to drop some snide or underhanded comment. The crow rolled his eyes and reached for the radio, switching it on and buzzing in a station. Country music. The fox's eyes fell to his lap. Ryan was used to enduring such insults himself, and had copped more than his fair share from the school's female students. Laura was no exception. The best response he had been able to come up with was that her long neck was only good for ramming cock down. She had calmly responded by saying that she was at least getting some action, while he wasn't. She had been correct, of course, and he hadn't bothered to defend himself against her abuse since. But this was a little different. He could handle it himself, sure, but seeing someone else take it, it wasn't something he wanted to put up with. Certainly not when that someone was his best friend's sister! "What's wrong, Laura?" he snarled. "You want her for yourself, you fucking dyke!?" He immediately regretted it. All eyes in the bus turned to him, a silence falling over the furs. Ryan had never shouted out like that before, especially not in the presence of a girl he was technically supposed to be taking on a date, even if it just was to play some games. "Um . . . sorry." Pepper turned her head to face Ryan, the corner of her mouth curling up ever so slightly in a near-undetectable grin. "Hey, calm down. It's not big deal, just ignore them," she whispered. Though the fox's outburst was admirable, he didn't much look like he could handle a fight. Laura was definitely going to pick on him later. The bitch. Pepper craned her neck across the rows of seat and shot a long, icy glare at Laura. Slowly, her invisible grin turned into a very noticeable smirk. She grabbed the fox and held him close, mashing him against her chest and whispering in his ear, "Just play along, okay?" Laura furrowed her brow, her eyes shooting daggers at the black she-wolf as she all but pulled the male fox into her lap. Assured of her attention, and without hesitation, Pepper grabbed a fistful of Ryan's headfur and pulled his lips to hers, abruptly kissing the kit and biting down ever so slightly on his lips. It wasn't deep, though she did use a little more muzzle than intended to silence the yap that would almost certainly have come from the surprised fox's maw. Good enough. Adding a flash of fangs to the smirk, she released Ryan and relaxed back in the seat, her attention now completely turned away from the fuming giraffe girl, paying no heed to anyone or anything but the fox seated beside her. Were it not for the revving of the bus engine, you could have heard a pin drop. Maws hung open and phones were out, clicking away, recording the event that had just taken place. No doubt this news would make the rounds before either Ryan or Pepper returned to the school the following day. Still, not the worst rumour to have spread. Though it was clear from Ryan's fidgeting and constantly darting eyes that the potential fallout was making him anxious. He couldn't really be blamed. "I told you," Pepper continued, her voice calm to the point of sounding bored, "just ignore them. Here." Her paw thrust out, offering the kit one of the earbuds she had produced from her jacket pocket. The high-pitched sound of guitar and clash of drums could be faintly heard coming from them. "Rammstein. I know, I know; kind of overplayed, but it's not bad anyways." Ryan accepted the single earbud and pressed it into his triangular ear. He found himself shuffling a little closer to Pepper to avoid stretching the cable. The wolf girl didn't seem to mind, and gently rocked her head back and forth, seemingly paying no attention to the occasional contact. The eyes of his fellow students were still upon him, though he tried to concentrate on the music as much as possible. It was like she had said - not bad. At the very least, the distraction lasted until his stop. "Come on." Much to Ryan's surprise, it was Pepper who led him off the bus, taking his paw in her own and tugging him down the aisle. The gazes continued to follow the pair for furs until they had stepped out and onto the gravelly road that led up towards the fox's house. Ryan just stood there for a moment, watching as the bus disappeared down the deserted road, kicking up a cloud of dust as it departed. His eyes were fixated on his paws. Without the distractions of the music, or the worry of the other students on the bus, he now had time to take stock of what had happened, to recall every little details. Pepper's soft fur pressing against him as her arms had wrapped around him, and how he had wanted to return the embrace. The scent of her shampoo, and of course, the taste of her lips. "Um. . . Pepper, what. . . was all that for?" "THE CUNT!!!" Pepper's scream caught him even more off-guard than the kiss had. Whirling around, her backpack landed at his feet with a thud having been punted through the air by the she-wolf. Pepper herself was visible shaking, her paws balled into fists. "WOAH! P-Pepper?!" He picked up the discarded bag, brushing some of the dirt and leaves from it before walking over to her and handing it back. As before, he tried to smile, managing something a little better this time as he spoke softly. "Didn't you say to ignore it? What's got you so worked up?" Pepper just stood in place, panting like a wild animal, ignoring the fox as her fierce gaze practically burnt a hole in the ground in front of her. Several moments passed before the accepted the backpack held out to her, slinging it over her shoulder and starting the trek up the dusty road. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" After a deep breath, she felt calmed enough to reply. "She hates me. We've fought a lot. Let's ignore it for now." Her voice was dismissive and obviously a little pained, but Ryan had the good sense to avoid pushing the matter. He led her up the road, occasionally turning around to see her gazing out across the large, spacious properties. It was a far cry from her and Spear's inner-city apartment, with ample space and freedom to run about. "Do you usually fight back?" she asked, her eyes still wandering, "Or do you try to avoid trouble? Run away?" "I. . . uh. . ." Ryan mused over her question for a while. Fighting back wasn't really his style; the few times he had had ended badly for him. He didn't want to seem weak or soft in front of Pepper, but he'd feel bad if he lied to her. "No." he stated, casting his eyes to the ground. "Or, not really. I just kinda, well, I let them do it, and eventually they lose interest and go away. Laura doesn't bother me that often, she's usually too busy deepthroating Seb to care about much else, but yeah. . ." He looked up at her, flashing another smile. ". . . she's a total bitch." A tiny chuckle came out of the female, and she nodded. "Yeah." Ryan continued to walk up the street towards his house, Pepper trailing lazily behind him. The car was gone, indicating that his mother was still at work; something he had counted on so that he and Spear could be loud and play games, but would now serve nicely to give him and Pepper a little alone time. The prospect of which had his heart thumping in his chest. He hadn't even kissed a girl before today, and was about to invite one into his home! He climbed the steps towards his front door, fishing his keys from his pocket and opening it with a click. "So, um, here we are, Pepper." "Wow, nice!" There was genuine surprise in her voice. The home was far cleaner and bigger than she thought, though admittedly she didn't have particularly high standards with which to compare it to. "This all looks pretty good. Must've cost you guys a fortune." She took a step inside. "About what I thought." She paced her way into the kitchen, giving the air a few errant sniffs before grasping the handle of the fridge door. "Got anything to drink? Bit dusty outside, my throat's a bit dry." She threw open the door, giving him a coy wink in the process. "Ah, yeah!" His response came short and sudden. "Mum keeps a few cans of tea in there, help yourself." Catching a can as Pepper threw one his way, the fox flopped down in one of the chairs, cracking the can and taking a sip, his eyes fixed on Pepper as she opened her own. "What's it like, Ryan?" she asked, taking a drink of her own, "Having no sibling or father around? All this space?" Ryan gulped down a few more mouthfuls. His throat was rather dry, courtesy of his nervousness. He felt a little better, though, being in his own home, in familiar surroundings. "Oh, I thought it was kinda lonely before." he replied. "But Spear has been spending a lot of time over here the past week. My mom seems much more eager to have him around! She's always asking when I'm going to invite him over next. It's a bit better with an extra fur around, and it's nice to share some of the space." "Still, it must be nice to have all that room." "Yeah, I guess." Rather obviously, he had ignored the mention of his father. He guessed Spear must have said something to her - most furs would assume him to be working. It was something he didn't really like talking about, as well as a something his mother had kept details of from him. 'I'll tell you when you're an adult' was the standard response to his questions, though he seldom asked anymore. In part, he had simply stopped caring. "Hey!" he squeaked, perking up after an increasingly awkward silence. "Wanna fire up the PlayStation?" "Sure. Up there?" She cast her eyes out of the kitchen and up the stairs, spying the TV and console setup. Ryan nodded eagerly. "Come on then!" He took off at a run, Pepper following behind as they climbed the stairs. The fox's overly-fluffy tail bounced in front of the she-wolf, slapping her in the face as he wagged excitedly. "Watch your ass, kit!" "Who are you calling kit!?" "The kit who's about to get his tail handed to him." Grinning smugly, Ryan busied himself in pulling out game cases from the TV cabinet, bundling up a pile in his paws and thrusting them towards Pepper. "What do you want to play, your choice!" "Let me see. . ." Taking the cases offered to her, Pepper flicked through the games. "Well, you certainly have a very complete collection. I'm guessing my brother first played CoD with you here; it's probably the way he'd roll." Without giving it too much thought, she picked it out from the pile, tossing the others aside and setting the disk in the tray. Watching the loading screen tick over, she fished a few sticks of gum out of her pocket, unwrapping one and throwing into her maw. Ryan caught a glimpse of the label. . . Spearmint. 'Heh.' "Well?" asked Pepper in between chews, "We playing or not?" Ryan's eyes flashed back to the screen. The game had loaded; the menu now flashing in front of them and prompting to two furs to hit the matchmaking button. He grinned cheesily at Pepper. "Game on!" Pepper simply raised an eyebrow. The first round hardly went as planned. Ryan had decided to go easy, just to test her and not drive her away if she was terrible. A mistake. A huge mistake. Pepper was good, very good, and after comfortably topping the server, making both he and the other players look like children, it was obvious that this was going to be more than just a casual gaming romp. Even against Spear, he had held back a little, not wanting his friend to get so worked up that he would leave. He couldn't afford to do that now. He had to bring his A-game! "Hey, nice round, Pepper. You're pretty good!" he said, shuffling a little. Pepper glanced over the end-of-round scoreboard, her eyes occasionally flicking back to the fox without any motion of her head. "Thanks." Her paws gripped the controller just a little tighter. The second round was a different affair. Pepper hadn't repeated her performance from the first round, and Ryan had comfortably won, yipping happily as his killstreak decimated the final few opponents and handed him victory. "Oh. . . so you do know how to play, kit?" True enough, Pepper had held back, at least at first, though she had her reasons. She would shoot at Ryan and purposefully miss to test his response. She would let him kill her to see his generally-preferred method. But she could tell: the fox was generally inconsistent, sometimes racking up an impressive streak, at other times dying over and over. And then there was the occasional sideways glance he shot at her. Was this all part of his play? Minor distractions, annoying tactics and a seemingly random approach to the competition? Pepper had thought he might have been doing it on purpose, keeping a few tricks up his sleeve, but the damn fox wasn't holding back anymore. Quite simply, she didn't know the game well enough to predict his actions - he was always one step ahead. Every time she uncovered his plans, deduced his tactic, he did something different! It was a game of intuition versus cunning. Raw skill versus chaos. For a while they played, though neither gain the upper hand. Pepper was definitely the more skillful player; a better shot, faster reactions and much, much more aggressive. Ryan, though, had a better understanding of the game mechanics and the nuances of each map, and was certainly more cunning; able to lure her into traps or get her with annoying-placed claymores and killstreaks. "Come on!" Two dozen rounds later, and things were starting to heat up. Ryan was gritting his teeth and snarling as he played, his fingers madly hammering over the controls, desperately clambering for any advantage that he could get. And yet, evenly matched. Pepper sigh happily, a contented grin spreading across her muzzle. After so much effort, so much wrestling back and forth, she finally set the controller down. Twelve apiece. There was no frustration in her voice or body language, just a mild, warm satisfaction. It was challenge she hadn't enjoyed in quite some time.Pepper turned to the fox, laughing, and pulling him into a one-armed hug. "Sly fox! That was a lot more fun than playing with Spear." She pulled out another stick of gum, thrusting it into his paws. He deserved a treat. "You must practice a lot, hmm?" Ryan hummed softly into Pepper's embrace. She smelled so sweet! It was only a single arm, but he couldn't help but allow his paw to drift onto her back, rubbing her gently. Daring a slightly bolder move, he snuck a little lower thought he fully expected her to slap it away if it settled anywhere inappropriate. "I guess I do practice a bit, not much else to do when I'm by myself, except for chores. Mom's not home all that much, so I sometimes have the place all to myself for a whole day.. . " He dragged the last two words out. "Uh, she's not home until later, you know. . . " It was his inexperience more than anything that endeared Pepper towards the fox at that particular moment. She made now outward change in her mannerisms as the paw slid down her back, very nearly touching her rump. Slowly, though, she widened her eyes, looking down at the smaller kit, testing his courage. "Ryan?" "Yes?" A few moments of silence. With a sudden yap, the fox sprung to his feet, both his paws retreated back towards his body, his cheeks and ears flushed a little red. Urgently, he scrambled about for another game. "Here!" he said, throwing it in the console and loading it up. \*Bad Company 2. There are still a few servers up, even if it is an old game, thought we might like something a little more mature than CoD." "Alright." She hid a toothy grin behind her paw. The round was a little quieter than the last, with a good deal less shouting and yelling. The game was by nature, slower, but there was nonetheless a definite tension in the air now. For a while the two furs simply played, occasionally commenting or barking instructions at each other. The softer mood continued for some time, and it was Pepper who finally broke the monotony. "Hey, where's the bathroom?" Ryan waved his paw in the general direction, his eyes remaining glued to the screen. His ears flicked at the sound of the door clicking shut behind him, though quickly returned their focus to the game. For several moments he sat in silence, until the door creaked open again. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah." came the nonchalant reply. "You're out of soap." "I'll tell Mom." "Ryan?" Something warm and soft pressed to the back of his neck, and a slender pair of arms snaked their way over his shoulders and around his chest. Ears pricking and tail instantly puffing up, he twisted about in the embrace to face. "Hey Pepper, what's with the-owwooaahh!" His eyes widened. Staring him directly in the face were the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen. Not too big, not too small. Firm and pert, covered in the most delicate layer of smooth, black fur. A perfect fit for a paw. . . "P-Pepper?" His heart pounded. Was this normal? His best friend's sister had just taken her shirt off, baring herself for him to see. He could scarcely believe it was real as he eyed the she-wolf up, unashamedly taking in her bust, her bare neck and shoulders, fighting the urge to reach out and touch. It wasn't just her breasts. The overly tight jeans she wore deliciously framed her hips and accentuated her flat, tight midriff, the fur a slightly lighter shade than the rest of her. His eyes shot back to the screen, face flushed with embarrassment. "Uh. . . uh. . . P-pepper, the. . . um, next round is a-about to start. . ." He could barely hold his controller, let alone play the game. What was he supposed to do now?! "Oh? Is it?" Mild surprise spread across her face. Pepper had half expected him to jump away from her, though she supposed him being frozen in shock was equally likely in retrospect. With a brief pet on his head and a slight smirk, she removed her arms from his body and flopped to the side, still giving the young kit a incredible eyeful of her assets. "Alright, if that's what you're really into, fox." Casually flicking her shirt and bra to the side, Pepper took up her controller, stretching out and shuffling closer to Ryan. "Don't hold back just because I'm a girl!" The words came out with a flutter of her eyes. Her garments remained discarded - it seemed she was going to play without putting her shirt back on! "Sure, hope you're ready!" Ryan responded. There was an obvious waver in his voice. Pepper stole a glance upward at the kit. Ryan was blushing so much that he was putting the 'red' back into red fox. Through the first few minutes of play, her goal was to get ahead, perhaps get him a little flustered and worked up, if not via her blatant display, then at the very least by posting a better score than him in-game. "Hey, you seem to really be slacking off this time. What's wrong, pup?" As if there was any question as to the distraction! It was painfully obvious that his eyes were flicking between the screen and her chest every few seconds. "Oh, sorry, I. . ." Just as a critical capture point was about to be lost, Pepper again saw Ryan's head tilt, feeling his gaze upon her fur. Ensured of his attention in that moment, she slowly and obviously lowered the controller to her crotch, tucking it between her thighs and pressing it up against her nethers. Eyelids closing, she depressed the trigger, holding it down and allowing her in-game weapon to empty itself. The gamepad rumbled and vibrated against her, a soft moan escaping her lips for the few seconds in which the pleasure shot through her body. Magazine empty, she pulled it free and tapped the reload button. "Um, excuse me, Ryan. You're causing us to lose right now." How could he focus on the game with a topless girl sitting next to him? It just wasn't fair! His eyes kept darting back and forth, taking in her curves, eating her up, scanning over her nipples and down her belly to her crotch. "Oh. . . I, um . . . shit!" He was doing terribly, letting his team down and looking like a complete amateur in front of the she-wolf. When she had dropped the controller to her nethers, moaning with half-lidded eyes as the vibrations coursed through her, Ryan had all but completely lost his composure. The gamepad hung limp in his paws, and he simple stared with his jaw hanging slack and open, allowing the enemy team to completely overrun the final point and win the game. "Shit! Damn! Sorry, P-Pepper." She merely shrugged, completely unconcerned with the outcome of the game. Ryan took a few deep breaths as the next round loaded up, trying in earnest to force the image of those perfect, round tits from his mind. Tits he so badly wanted to touch, to feel, to suckle on and smother his face in. Finally loading in, he set out with renewed focus. He had been matched onto the opposing team, and wasn't about to let a pair of breasts distract him again. He had to show this she-wolf that he had some guts, that he wouldn't just fold because she had teased him a little. Even if his foxhood was throbbing, painful and rock-hard, in his pants. "Yeah!" He managed to take the first point relatively quickly, setting up with a rifle and overwatching. He saw Pepper's screen-name pop up and fill his sights. With a grin, he fired, scoring himself a headshot on the female from a good distance away. "Yeah, eat it!" He quickly relocated, securing a new location and repeating the process when she respawned. "EAT IT!" He was getting excited, the thought of her breasts almost gone from his head as he lined up for the third shot, his third kill in a row against her. Bingo! "HA!" he practically shouted. "EAT IT, BITCH!" Pepper couldn't help but grit her fangs. Three times in a row, that was it! This called for something more, something a little special. If a bare chest wasn't going to cut it, she'd have to step up her game. Her paws snaked their way up her belly, her fingers curling about one of her supple breasts and flicking over the nipple. Making a rather obvious show of moaning and arching her back, she shoved the controller between her two mounds, and as she had done with her crotch, pressed down on the trigger. It wasn't simply the vibrations and jiggling that it caused, it was the sheer sight of an object lodged between them. If the moaning and slow, sensual licking of her lips fell short, then Ryan's imagination would take care of the rest. "Oooh, yes, I'll eat it alright!" The controller fell from Ryan's paws, clattering across the floor. That had done it. With a toothy grin, she slowly stood up, gingerly removing the controller from her breasts and tucking it again in between her thighs. Her hips swayed from side to side and her tail swished, wafting her needy, feminine scent over Ryan. Strangely familiar. . . His thoughts as such were immediately driven from his mind as she sat down in his lap, keeping her legs pressed together, the controller now lodged tightly between her thighs. Pepper's arms settled either side of his head and she leaned forward, placing her breasts within a few inches of the fox's face. The rocking and waving of her hips continued, prodding at his chest with the exposed portion of the controller. "Push the button. . . Ryan." Any resistance to her advances shattered in that instant. He pressed the button. He had to. How could he not? With it held down, Pepper again moaned, squeezing her thighs more tightly about the vibrations, slightly scissoring them together. Her warm breath flowed over his face, and a slight damp patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans. When the clip finally ran out and the rumbling stopped, she slid down his torso, pressing her breasts to his chest and whispering heavily in his ear. "Now it's three to one, fox." Removing her body from his revealed her ploy. Not only had she found him, camping away in a corner of the map, she'd lined him up in her crosshairs then made the fox fire the shot into his head. Ryan, however, was far, far too engrossed in other matters to pay much attention to what had happened on the screen. As he had pressed the button, the wild, tangy scent of her arousal pieced his senses. This wasn't just a game anymore, not just a flirt, this was something decidedly sexual. He had thought that they had just come up here to play games, and that he might get himself a kiss at the end of the night if he played his cards right and impressed her. But here and now, Ryan was getting much more than that. His hormones were raging, demanding that he take this opportunity, take this wolf bitch and make her his own. He whimpered a little as she sat back down, almost on the verge of pleading with her to let him sniff at her for just a moment longer. Wrenching his eyes away from the she-wolf, he returned his attention to the game. "Ah, fuck!" He was dead again. His team had lost. Again. He threw the controller down in frustration. He had to win the next one, his pride depended on it! He scrambled through his game library, searching for something, anything that might give him the edge. "Ah-ha!" He pulled out Gran Turismo, holding it gleefully in front of himself before ramming it into the console. There wouldn't be any online play this time, it would just be the fox and the wolf. He liked his chances; no girl he had ever met or heard of liked racing games; they were so definitively a masculine thing. With his heart pumping as it was, he was probably acting a little too boldly despite being as nervous as he could ever recall. More nervous than he had ever been before. Gulping down the lump in his throat, he did his utmost to hide the quiver in his voice. "Ready to go down, b-bitch?" The sound of his voice; a little nervous, but very, very eager, sent a shiver down Pepper's spine. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding the still-present wetness into her panties. What would he do, pounce her next? She loved teasing him, and wondered when he might break. All the fox had to do was ask, but if he wanted to keep letting himself go through this, she wasn't stopping him. Pepper picked her vehicle. Though somewhat lacking in top speed, the numbers on the screen suggested it had excellent handling and acceleration. Good enough to win, right? Of course. The race started, and true to her nature, Pepper dashed ahead, screaming to the front of the pack well before the first turn. Still, her vehicle topped out quickly, and before she was able to respond, Ryan's car flashed past, putting a few hundred feet on her before suddenly breaking for the bend. The advantage didn't last. Pepper had assumed he would have some trick like this prepare, and had anticipated his move. Throwing caution to the wind, she waited until the very last minute to break, rebounding off a few of the AI vehicles before mashing her finger on the gas and opening up a substantial lead. "Hah! Eat that, fox!" Ryan growled. It had to be an error, a glitch in the game or something. How could she had taken that corner so quickly? It didn't matter; Pepper's car wasn't fast enough to stay ahead for long. Soon, the fox again found himself in the lead. As before, however, she rocketed through the upcoming corner. And the next. And the one after that. For each of the three laps she would dance ahead of him, bouncing and skidding across the track surface, making a mockery of the supposed simulationist nature of the the game. "Eat. . . THAT!" The race ended with Pepper as the clear winner. Dropping the controller down beside her with a contented sigh, she again shuffled up against Ryan, tracing her finger up and down his arm. "Hey!" he protested. "You cheated!" He jerked his arm back, folding it across his chest and turning his head away from Pepper. ". . . girls are always making fun of me." "Fox, you really need to learn about map glitches and shortcuts. . ." She rose back up, and took a few steps towards him. "Don't feel bad, we don't have to play games aaaaaaaall afternoon." However bad he might have felt, those feelings lasted all of three seconds as Pepper straddled his lap. This wasn't the cute, teasing sit she had given him last time, even though a quick wiggle of her rump has suggested something a little more. Spreading her thighs out, she placed her legs either side of his and sunk down, thrusting her own crotch against his. Unrestrained, the scent of her excitement freely assaulting his nose. That alluring, sensuous essence. "What time was your mom coming back again?" A single bead of drool fell from his maw. He. . . wanted it. Needed it. He had to taste it, to bury his muzzle into it and scoop it from its very source. "Uh. . .Pepper, what. . ." He was cut off by a sudden, shuddering moan from the she-wolf. She ground and mashed her crotch against him, gyrating and bucking, pressing her sensitive regions into his. Her warm thighs pressed into him, rubbing along his own, sending shivers through his entire body. How he wished they weren't covered by jeans! Her bare breasts were now directly in front of him, almost touching his face, simply waiting for him to snake his tongue out for a lick, a simple taste of what was on offer. Was it for him? There was no way that Pepper wouldn't be able to feel his erection through his own pants; his loins were on fire! He throbbed painfully, his shaft and sack aching as this gorgeous female lavished her stunning body over him. With a tremble, he allowed his paws to sneak around behind her, holding her by the waist and pulling her a little closer. Again, they sunk lower, though this time, he didn't stop. They came to rest upon her rump, not squeezing, just feeling her, revelling in the taboo knowledge that he was groping his best friend's half-naked sister. He gulped, starting her in her wild, yellow eyes. ". . . did you want to play next?" "You." One word. A paw was placed on the back of Ryan's head, pushing him forward and into her chest. This late in the day, the peppermint scent had long since faded, with only her raw, feral, feminine allure remaining. A combination of sweat, arousal and her own, natural aroma. "Lick and suck," she ordered with a heavy pant. Unable to talk, and scarcely able to breath, Ryan flicked his tongue out, lapping directly over her nipples, willing and eager to oblige her. "Hmmmm. . . yes." Her breathing rapidly sped up, as too did her grinding. Feeling the fox's hardness under her, she pushed herself further against him, bringing even more of her bare fur into contact with him. Slipping the tent in his pants between her thighs, she pressed down hard. Very hard. What was grinding and humping only moments ago was now all but outright fucking, save only for the pants that they both still wore. "Cum, kit!" Pepper gave another hard grind, willing him over the edge. "MHMMMHHMPPPHHFF!" His efforts rose to a crazed level of tongue action as he came in his pants. Pepper's thigh's had just been too much for him, the situation simply too erotic for the virgin kit to survive; all that separated his foxhood from her dripping sex was a few thin layers of increasingly damp cloth. He blasted himself, coating the inside of his underwear with his seed as he whimpered into her chest. "Awww, poor little kit. I was hoping we might be able to do a little more. . ." Pushing herself back, she stood before him, her fur slightly slick and matted from the sweat they had both produced. Her paws hooked into the waistband of her jeans and slid them down, the tight fit taking her panties with them in a single motion. "Strip." Ryan had never sprang into action quicker. His paws tore at his shirt, practically tearing the garment from his chest as he rather awkwardly wiggled his way out of his pants, kicking them aside and sitting in nothing but his boxer shorts. "All of it, kit." The underwear, too, were tossed. "Better." Pepper placed her foot on his chest, gently pushing him over and onto his back, the comfortable bean-bag fluffing out under him. Sliding down, she sat her damp pussy upon his thighs, slowly sliding up and down and smearing her juices into his fur. Her paws scratched across his chest before settling on his own nethers, gently grasping at his semi-hard length. "Oh, come on, only one shot in this?" She shuffled forward into a cowgirl position and kissed the side of his cock with her cunt, grinding against him, hotdogging him between the warm outer folds. Ryan almost screamed as he felt something glorious, wet and warm touch his cock. He didn't need to look down, he knew what it was. He knew that this she-wolf was rubbing her cunt along his length, smearing it with her juices. He wasn't monstrous in that department, but he was workable. Enough for what he hoped was about to come. "You feel that?" she hummed, sensing the tension in his shaft and sack, "Don't you want that? Don't you want your friend's sister?" "Y. . .yes!" he gasped, finally finding his voice. "I want. . . you, Pepper!" "Me? Or. . . this?" She reached down, dipping two of her fingers into her snatch and pumping back and forth. Wet, sodden sounds filled Ryan's ears and the scent, already beyond what he thought he could handle, intensified even more. "Mmm, you're a decent size, bet you'd feel a lot better than these fingers." Her fingers jammed into her cunt, she masturbated openly for him, moaning and twisting her body, before pulling out the slick, damp digits and running them across the fox's nose. And then his lips. With a flash of her fangs, she forced them inside his muzzle, purposefully pressing them down into his tongue, giving him an all out oral experience of her flavour, a flavour that Ryan eagerly engulfed. He curled his tongue up and around the intruding digits, sucking her essence from them, tasting her unbearably, mind-blowingly intoxicating flavour. His cock was rock hard. Young and virile, he was more than ready to go again. "How's that?" she cooed. You like the taste and smell of a pussy?" He wanted those juices directly from the source. "I do! Oh god, please Pepper, I love the taste of pussy! I need it! I need wolf pussy!" He was going overboard, he knew it, completely losing all control and self-restraint. It was his first time,and he was completely lost in it, mindless with lust. "Well, well, I can't let a fox who needs a fresh cunt go without, can I? Alright, get up." Pepper laid down in his place, sliding her thighs past each other a few times before spreading her legs, knees almost touching the floor. Her wetness glistened before him, the silky fur lining her inner thighs already damp and slick with her juices, and the smell overpowering. Seizing her by the knees, Ryan lowered his head, dipping his muzzle closer and closer to the treat before him. Only for his forehead to run into Pepper's outstretched paw. She waved a finger in his face with her free paw, giving his nose a flick before suddenly grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. Panting needily, she held him just out of reach, his tongue snaking out, lashing towards her sex, craving her taste. "Lick!" Ryan craned his neck, straining against her grip, forcing his tongue the last few inches, lapping across her folds with a few tastebuds. Instantly, Pepper gasped and gnashed her fangs together. It was exactly what she needed, but it wasn't enough. Her cunt burned with eagerness, quivering and pulsing. But just a bit more, just some more teasing. For both of them. "That enough for you?" she growled, tightening the grip on his neck. "That all the bitch wolf you need?!" "MORE!" She let go of his neck, and let him dig in. Ryan mashed his muzzle and tongue into the first pussy he had ever tasted, let alone seen. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, whipping his tongue about inside her, splattering his muzzle with her juices and drinking up her incredible taste. He sucked hard on her clit, flicking his tongue over it, rolling back the hood and attacking it directly, sending lightning bolts of pleasure surging through her body. Pepper tossed her head back, screaming her lungs out. They were lucky no one was one, but there'd be no way to bullshit out of it. She had fox muzzle savaging her cunt, driving her mad with crazed eating, licking and sucking. No two ways about it. "Fuck! Yes! Devour me, Ryan!" "PEPPER!" His tongue may not have had the width of a wolf's, or the rough texture of a cats, but he did have one thing going for him, something that made getting eaten out by a fox all the better. His tongue was slender, but long, strong, and very, very flexible. Ryan dove between her folds, licking directly at her raw, pink flesh, tasting and touching her in ways she had never felt before. He plunged into her tunnel, rubbing the tip of his pink organ over a rough he found inside. Pepper's screams practically burst his eardrums. Her thighs trembled, paws and claws tearing and his headfur and forcing his invading muzzle further into her searing sex. Whatever he was doing, this reaction told him all he needed. He had to keep going, his own sex drive, and the sound of the moaning, screaming wolf bitch he was currently tasting, demanded it. The flow of slick, musky fluids increased. "God! You dirty fox! You eat better than Spear!" She could feel it coming. Ryan wouldn't know what it meant, what was about to happen, as her pink inside began quivering over his tongue. Convulsing and contorting, she held his head firmly in place, smearing her cunt over his mouth and giving him no chance at all to breath anything other than her own erotic scent. "You heard that, kit?!" she moaned, grinning and biting at her own lip. "Spear ate this. That's why he's so confident!" She screamed it, yelled it at the top of his lungs. Without an ounce of remorse, she admitted that her own brother had eaten her out. And that she had loved it. "Pep-mmmhmppff!" It was beyond arousing for Ryan, beyond anything he could have possibly fantasied about. He wanted to talk, to say something, but he couldn't. Every fibre of his being demanded that he keep his muzzle sealing tightly over his best friend's sister's Cunt. Images filled his head, images of Pepper offering herself to Spear, letting his tongue bring her to squirting orgasm after squirting orgasm. Ryan's cock twitched with every lick her gave her, harder than it had ever been before, so hard that Pepper could see every single pulse of his heart, every single throb of every single vein. Furiously he continued to consume her, continue to eat her out as if he was starved. And he had been. Starved of pussy, he simply couldn't stop, and the wolfess was feeling every single ounce of his desire as her cunt was vicariously pleasured and lavished. "That's it, fox! He was good, you know. . ." Confronting her taboo, admitting her sin in the open like that, something she had never before done, sent her cascading over the edge.. A faucet of the biggest orgasm she could recall, save for the one she had just confessed to, jetted into his mouth. She howled, wild and raw, loud enough for even the distant neighbours to hear. Waves of femmy cum filled the fox's muzzle, spilling over his lips and dribbling down his chin. Her grip became vice-like in its strength, and Ryan found himself pressed harder still into her canine cunt. Each spurt came with a gasp, each buck of her hips spreading more of her scent over the fox's face. Finally, after a half minute of pure, mindless bliss, she relaxed, allowing Ryan his first gulps of fresh air. "W-wow." "You mean. . ." he said, pulling his head from between her legs.. "You. . . you and Spear?" Ignoring the question, Pepper grabbed Ryan forcefully by the shoulders and pushed him down, pinning him. "What a lovely little toy you have in that mouth of yours. Let me taste it." Locking her lips to his for the second time that day, she forced her tongue past the fox's teeth and into his maw. She lapped eagerly into the tainted muzzle, her own flavor seeped into every inch of his mouth. As she swallowed over the musky sponge, she reached down, gripping the dripping, pulsating cock. His heartbeat was racing, easily felt through his fox flesh, pulsating in her paw. He didn't have long to go; even the light touch she had just given him had him close to the edge. It didn't matter if it was Ryan's first time, that he wouldn't last more than half a minute, she wanted to make every second count. Squeezing the fox's length, she ran the tip up and down her cunt, pausing to press her clit down into the throbbing hardness. Pausing for the briefest moment, she locked her savage, yellow eyes with Ryan's before suddenly biting down on his neck "Yes, you heard me! I said, Spear ate my pussy! A sudden, intense sensation flooded over Ryan. With a growl, Pepper slammed her hips down, taking the fox completely inside herself in a single instant. Without pausing, without thinking about the lack of protection or just how quickly it had all happened, she pulled herself up and slammed down a second time, sending the fox yelping and yapping under her. Bouncing madly, tongue hanging listlessly from her maw, she slurred the words out, her own world becoming overwhelmed by pleasure. "Mmm, He came in when I was masturbating, all shy like you. I told him not to leave, and we stained my bed! He asked to keep my panites!" "Fuck!" he screamed "That's. . . so fucking hot! What. . . did you do. . . ohhhhh. . . did you give him your panties?" He couldn't believe what he had heard. Why hadn't Spear told him about this? It was. . . so incredibly arousing. While his foxhood may still have had an extra inch or two to grow, he was as hard as granite, as hard as it was possible to get. Painfully throbbing and pulsating, he relished every inch of her cunt, moaning as it slid over his length again and again, her tight walls clamping down on him, bringing him to the very edge. "I did." Ryan desperately wanted to cum inside her, to fill her with his seed. He had never felt an urge so strong. Half an hour ago, and he had been a virgin. Now, his foxhood was slamming in and out of a heated, dripping wolf cunt. He did his best, bucking his hips a little like he had seen in his porno videos. It didn't really matter, not at this point; both furs were so mad and crazed with lust that release was seconds away. "P-please. . . I want. . . I want. . ." Pepper was panting hard, her head thrown back as her hips pistoned her pussy up and down his shaft. Another orgasm was rushing in. "Ooh, I can feel you wanting to tie? You want to cum in me?" "Please. . . can I. . . cum inside you, Pepper? I REALLY WANT TO!" With an evil grin, the bouncing and fucking stopped, and she slid her soaked, dripping cunt from his shaft. "Sorry, I don't fuck first date." "B-but wasn't that-" "Doesn't count. Don't worry, kit, I'll get you there.' Pepper dove her face down, burying him into her muzzle up to the hilt, swallowing hard over his shaft as her tongue set to work lapping and curling, licking and slathering over his foxhood. As she devoured the masculine organ, her own fingers found her aching snatch, plunging inside and fucking herself as hard as the muscles in her arm would allow. A guttural growl escaped her throat as the pressure in her pussy heightened. She was almost worried about cumming first, embarrassing herself in front of the inexperienced kit and reducing herself to a quivering, orgasmic mess. Almost. Ryan blew just before she did. What was supposed to take thirty seconds took closer to ten. A snarl escaped from between his gritted teeth as he burst, flooding Pepper's mouth with ropes of his cum. The wolfess gulped down, sucking every last bit of his seed from his spurting tip, not wasting a single drop. Her own shattering climax hit as she was swallowing the last of his essence, spraying her own fingers with her juices and growling about his still-hard cock. Her paw sped up. Unable to focus on anything but riding out her own orgasm, Ryan's foxhood slipped from her maw with a wet pop, and she collapse atop him, still wildly fingering herself. A final crest and a long, drawn out, shuddering moan and the final few spurts of her cum dripped from her cunt, staining the bean bag beneath them with her scent. "Hmmmm. . . " For a few moment, she returned her muzzle and tongue to his cock, licking gently with the occasional suckle over the tip as Ryan came down from his own heights. His breathing was deep and laboured, the licks still causing rippled of pleasure to shoot through his overstimulated nervous system, teasing almost painfully at his ever so sensitive shaft. "Can I. . . oh, FUCK PEPPER, c-can I. . . watch you masturbate. . . sometime?" A cum-stained finger pressed to his lips. Pepper rose up, giving his tip a final lashing with her tongue, and walked to where her clothing lay crumpled. Bending down and flagging her tail up, she gave Ryan another eyeful before flicking her panties over towards him. "There, now you both have a pair." "Uh. . ." "And, sure. You just want to watch me cum over my fingers? Pervert." The expression of mock disgust quickly faded. "Sure, why not." "Pepper, you're so hot. . . I want to watch you." The panties found their way to his nose, and he inhaled deeply, glowing in post-orgasmic bliss. The fox had never cum so hard in his life; blowing his load into the muzzle of a lusty she-wolf had been one hundred times better than using his own paw. One thousand times. He could only dream of what cumming inside her would feel like. "C-can you. . " he trailed away, his embarrassment plain to see. ". . . cum on my f-face when you do it?" His cock started to stiffen again, ever so slightly, readying itself for another round. ". . . please?" Pepper could feel the exhaustion coming to her. The horny, and up until very recently virgin, fox was on a sex craze. Far from the lethargy that overcame her, he was raring for more, aching to go again and again. True to his species reputation, without a doubt. In the future, the little fox is going to be a handful. "Not right now, foxboy. Just jack off into my panties or something." she yawned. She laid down, pulling him near herself and cuddling him, her eyes half-closed now. The world was dimming, and she could feel herself fade, though her tail wagged slowly, contentedly. "I hope you don't mind if I take a nap, kit. I'm so tired. . ." Though they were messy, wet, and the upstairs area reeked of sex, she was simply too tired. Exhausted. Curling up beside him, the wolfess' eyes closed, her breathing slowed and she slipped into sleep. ". . . stupid giraffe bitch."
Jamie's Appointment by WhimsicalSquirrel	Just a cute little story I wrote to introduce, well, MYSELF to these characters. - Air escaped through a black nose, a point of sunlight which trickled in from the window reflecting off of Tim's sense of smell. Golden sights gleamed through his eyelids as they eased open to see the conscious world	[ "Fox", "Licking", "Love", "Male", "Mouse", "Predator/Prey", "Romance" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151173-jamie-s-appointment	Air escaped through a black nose, a point of sunlight which trickled in from the window reflecting off of Tim's sense of smell. Golden sights gleamed through his eyelids as they eased open to see the conscious world again, which...was still a bit blurry. A stretch. A yawn. The fox's orange arm emerged from the quilt which covered him from the chest down, his dark-furred paw running over his face before going to work straightening out his whiskers on the left side after a number of hours of being flattened between his muzzle and the pillow. From there he'd bury his muzzle into his bicep, nipping away at an itch there, bad form according to etiquette experts, irrelevant here in a warm bed. Now he'd allow his arm to rest upon the soft little mound beside him, the appearance of a balled up blanket which would shift at the touch. Tim could feel the familiar warm sensation among his chest and couldn't help but smile just a little. He took a hold of the quilt, lifting it so he could peak underneath. There was a mouse under here, somewhere. Right there, in fact, the grey-furred rodent's face buried well into the forest of white fur which sprouted of Tim's chest. From here, the fox couldn't see Jamie's closed eyes or his little nose, both of which nestled deep into the fur, and hidden beneath the fragile creature's paws for added security, but he could see those pink ears of his, twitching and flicking before going still again, sensing no danger, allowing the mouse to remain at rest. Of course, Tim hated that he'd have to wake him, but Jamie would be awoken as soon as the larger fox attempted to move from the bed, and startling a mouse awake with sudden movement was never a good idea. Not if, like Tim, you rather enjoyed when they slept buried into your fur and hoped for that kind of thing to continue into the following night. Tim would do as he did many mornings, lean down toward the rodent, that pink tongue slipping past those black lips and lapping over the top of Jamie's grey-furred head. This was generally all it would take, the poor little creatures usually had such a tenuous grasp on their sleep. The rodent stirred, easing himself way from Tim's chest, before suddenly snapping his view up to the fox's face. Yes...this was the same fox. Not some new predator taking on admittedly innovative methods in an attempt to "get him." And of course, this is why Tim wouldn't just jump out of bed. Because, really, mice pretty much always woke up with a start, especially when sleeping next to somebody significantly larger. After years of trial and error when it came to mouse-loving, Tim had considered that he could probably write a comprehensive manual on the subject. "How to Love Your Mouse in 12,000 Easy Steps," he'd call it. Even Jamie himself had admitted that the title was apt. First order of business was to outstretch those arms and perform that lovely little stretch he did every morning, before hiking further up the bed, just a few inches, to better meet Tim. If a mouse needed to wake up and jump right out of bed, their "start up" time definitely faster than most. But for now...he'd stumbled upon a place of perfect comfort, that troublesome series of factors that made getting out of bed needlessly difficult, often leading to marathon napping. Even now, he'd removed his face from Tim's chest fur only to immediately bury it again into the fur of the fox's neck, nestling his head under Tim's fuzzy chin. The orange-furred male would respond with a few more licks before whispering into the mouse's ear. "You should take your pill." Jamie blew out a squeaky breath, reluctantly turning over in the bed. "Yeah...." A fleshy paw reached out to the table beside the bed, fiddling around the items here until setting onto that blue, round pill case. It was cheap, cost like a buck. He hated to think he was old enough to need such a thing in the house, although thirty-one years old was easily considered middle aged for a mouse, a fact that didn't bother him as much as it did Tim. At times, the devoted fox would vow to lead a lifestyle unhealthy enough to ensure he himself wouldn't live long into his 60's, but Jamie insisted it was silly. Either way...at least these weren't old-mouse pills. Just something to take for those days when even that sweet fox behind them wasn't quite enough to keep a smile on his face. As hard to believe as that was. "Are these Monday?" the rodent asked in a squeaky, morning whisper as he held the pill case up to Tim. "Mm...yeah, that's them," confirmed the fox. "Thanks." Jamie hadn't gotten up to put in his contacts yet so it was good to get a second opinion. He snapped open the specified section of the case, dumping the pink tablet inside onto his paw. He reached down to the floor...it's down there...somewhere...there it is, that water bottle. It was good to keep these things close to the bed, and get that reminder from Tim, otherwise he was prone to forgetting this small but important step of his day. In went the pills, a quick swallow of water, and the deed was done. After putting away the items, the mouse would curl up tightly with Tim again, his back to the fire-furred male this time, the ultimate compliment a mouse could offer to his larger partner, the willingness to be held without having to keep his eyes on you. It had taken quite some time for Tim to earn this, and he did covet it, so. And while the mouse was here, it was time to move on to the rest of the morning rituals. Jamie's tail flicked a bit as he once again felt the warmth of Tim's licks against the back of his neck. These weren't quite the same as the one which had welcomed the rodent back into consciousness, these were grooming licks. It was the same process they'd repeat nearly every morning, the red fox would slip his arms around Jamie, crossing them at the mouse's front, keeping in him "place" while he groomed the grey-furred male. Admittedly, Jamie didn't quite see the practical need for it, he was certain to shower later as he did most days, but it seemed to be a kind of comfort for Tim, so Jamie could live with getting his fur a little damp. It was a rhythmic, methodical thing, Tim lapping the fur up with his tongue, then smoothing it back down with his nose, tongue, then nose, tongue, then nose. A bit like a little massage, Jamie would figure. One couldn't deny its tranquilizing effects, his blue eyes squinting a bit more toward a close. Then would come that sound. Tim loved that sound, "mouse purrs" he called them, not knowing how else to describe them. This kind of...shaky, squeaky sound which came from Jamie with every exhale, letting whoever was privileged enough to hear it know that the rodent was completely relaxed. Tim recalled the first time he'd heard that sound as Jamie lay beside him like this. He would ask Jamie why he was making such a sound, was he upset? In pain? The fox remembered that profound warming feeling he'd experience when the mouse would tell him, "it means that I'm happy." The "bath" would conclude after a few moments, Tim still keeping his black nose nestled into the mouse's fur, enjoying his scent. "How many times were you up last night?" The fox asked, his speech muffled by Jamie's coat. "Um...twice, I guess." Mice weren't wired to sleep through the night, often having to get up to expend some energy. Jamie's family even had activities they would do together in the middle of the night, a puzzle the family would work on, maybe a little card game, something to do before attempting to go back to sleep for a few hours. "What'd you do?" Jamie rose up off the bed just a bit, licking at his fingers and using them to straighten out his own whiskers. "I um...I made some pudding, actually." "Pudding?" snickered Tim. "Yeah, I...couldn't think of something to do so I made pudding." "Chocolate?" "Yeah." "Awesome." Jamie took in a squeaky yawn. "I thought it'd make you happy." "Chocolate always makes me happy," proclaimed the fox, rubbing through the mouse's fur. "It's Monday, right? You've got an appointment today." "Yeah." "One o'clock?" "Uh-huh." "Should I just hang out in the waiting room, or should I go do something while you're in there...do we need anything at the store?" "Yeah, we need more pudding," Jamie snickered. The two would lie together for several more moments, exchanging small gestures of affection before Jamie would rise out of bed, looking for some pajama pants to slip on. The entirety of his furred body was exposed now and Tim, still comfortably flopped onto his side in the bed, couldn't help but steal a glance or three or ten at the bare-bodied mouse. This wouldn't go unnoticed by the rodent whose tail flicked with slight embarrassment. "Do you have to stare?" chirped the mouse, tentatively grasping the pajama bottoms he'd recovered from near the closet. The fox lifted his upper body further from the bed, tilting his head like those foxes do. "I've seen it before, Jamie. Like, you know, last night? Saw a whole lot of mouse last night." A blush. "Yeah, well...it was dark...and you were distracted...with things." "Fine, I'll just turrrrrrn around," offered the fox, rolling over in the bed before pulling the quilt over his head. "And now nobody can see you. You are free to do whatever it is you do while naked." Jamie smiled a little, flicking his ears a bit as he did but wasted no time in slipping into those plaid-patterned bottoms. As pulled them up, he found himself fumbling around with the tail-snap in the back, struggling to fasten the damn thing around the furrier base of his snaking tail. "Need some help?" the voice of Tim would ask, prompting Jamie to turn around and see the fox partially rolled back over, peeking an eye out from under the blanket. "Hush, I've got it," insisted the mouse, continuing the fight. Why did they make it so hard on these pants...they're pants, not a brain teaser. As he began to feel as if he was closing in on the victory, the mouse could feel his pink-skinned fingers joined by the furry ones on the hands of Tim. Standing there only in his fur, the red fox's tail swayed playfully as he fastened the button, happy to help as always. "There you go, 'tato-chip" quipped the red-furred male, adding one of his favorite pet names for the mouse. Jamie turned to face the bare fox. "I could have done it...." "We did it together," insisted Tim. "We're a team." A twitch of the whiskers. "I'm not as helpless as I probably look." "You don't look helpless, you look like the world's cutest mouse." Jamie shrugged. "It's not really a lot different, in a societal sense." The dark paws of Tim settled themselves just under the grey-furred rodent's arms, sliding down affectionately toward his waist. Something about mice...something about rodents in general really, there was something so nice about holding them in this exact spot. "Can I pick you up?" asked the fox into one of Jamie's pink ears. It was always important to ask, first. Jamie's blue eyes shifted from side to side as he weighed the proposition. They had been together for almost a decade now, so.... "Well...maybe for a second or two." The mouse prepped himself by planting his paws onto the shoulders of Tim as the fox's own paws slipped back underneath the rodent's arms. Just a tiny little chirp escaped the throat of Jamie at the point of "lift off," Tim sliding his arms down closer to Jamie's waist once their faces met. He held him tight here in this position but knew from experience that the mouse would only tolerate being bound to such a confining grip for a short while. Already those ears were flattening, that tail was whipping this way and that, those dangling, pink-fleshed feet of his, kicking just a little, searching for the solid ground they adamantly preferred. Even so, the mouse with allow that fox to lick his small nose, lick over his face, down the side of his neck a bit, and he'd return the affection with a few nuzzles of his own. Still, by the time the larger mammal had begun those sniff-sniffy-sniffs at the mouse's scent.... "Okay, that's enough," Jamie chirped, his twitching body clearly indicating that he'd been in the fox's tight grasp for as long as his instincts would allow. The fox, of course, would respect this and set his lover down, the rodent's feet happily touching back down to the ground. Jamie looked up to meet Tim's golden eyes, offering a little smile. No hard feelings. "I should go make you some breakfast," suggested Tim. "You should put some clothes on, first." With a glance down at himself, Tim's tail swayed thoughtfully at the view. "Well...I guess I'm pretty fat. Probably not great to look at." Jamie responded by reaching a paw up and planting it on the bridge of the fox's muzzle, pushing it downward. No, Tim. NO. "You're not fat." "Then what do you call this," Tim countered, pinching at his somewhat pudgy belly. "I call that a body that happens in real life and not in any silly magazine. Magazines with bodies and foxes that you don't even like." A shrug. "They're hotter though." "They're fake. I like real foxes." "Nobody likes foxes," insisted Tim, quietly. "Actually, most people do. I certainly must. I've been with two." "Yeah, but..." the fox looked down and way. "Well...anyway." The mouse's eyes darted a bit, his paws rubbing nervously together. Yes, he knew what Tim meant, what he wanted to say, but...it was different now. He was different. A shrug from Tim. "I'm gonna put some clothes on. And then make you breakfast." "So how was the week. Jamie," asked the ringtail, Jan, as she led the mouse into the room with her. She took a seat behind the desk as Jamie would claim one of the two chairs on the other side. "Um...it was mostly good, yeah. No like...disasters or anything." "That's good," the therapist nodded, with a flick of her striped tail. She noted how he and most other mice were so cute in their button up shirts. He also wore dressy looking pants for the occasion as he often did. Jan herself wore much more casual clothing. "Mondays are usually good," continued Jamie with his hands clasped between his legs, which bounced up and down repeatedly. "Tim and I both don't work Mondays so, you know...we get to wake up together, and...you know, just...go at our own pace." The mouse said this as his eyes darted around toward the floor. "Jamie - eye contact," reminded the ringtail, pointing too fingers at her own eyes and then to his. The mouse looked up at her although his eyes still shifted left and right. "Yeah, sorry...." "It's okay, just remember, we've been working on that...so from what I can tell, getting to wake up with Tim really has a positive impact on your day." "Oh yeah, absolutely," nodded the mouse, looking...a little bit to the right. "So I want to follow up on what we talked about last week," declared Jan, as she leaned back in the office chair, propping up her feet on the desk. She'd always had this kind of casual presence about her. "Yeah sure," nodded Jamie, making sure to look right at her. "You remember what we talked about?" "Yeah, I...had mentioned that I feel guilty because he works so hard at his job, and I feel like I don't do enough on my end." "Right," nodded the ringtail. "Tell me more about that." "Um...well...I mean, you know it's like I said...he works so hard doing his deliveries, every time he comes home and he's so sore, and I'm fine. Every time he comes in, he sits down on the couch, or you know, on the bed, and I just...I dunno, I give him a massage. Like, every day." "Why's that?" "I...guess I just feel like I owe it to him? I want to feel...less useless, I guess, by trying to make him feel a little better after working all day." "So you don't think the work that you do is as...serious, as his? Not as hard?" The mouse shook his head, flicking his pink-skinned ears a bit. "I definitely don't think it is. He delivers heavy packages all day, he's on this hectic schedule, his feet are killing him...I just put food on tables. Or tell others to do it." His eyes slipped back down to the floor. "Jamie." The mouse looked back up, meeting the large, round eyes of the ringtail. "Thank you," she said with a smile. "Sorry...." "It's okay." The pudding boxes rattled the shopping cart, bounced into the bottom as Tim snickered at the site of them. Mostly chocolate of course. And a tapioca just for the sake of variety. The grocery store was relatively close to the clinic so the fox figured he could grab a few things and be back in time to pick up the mouse. He was moving the cart toward the cereal aisle (couldn't live without his Coco-Crunchers after all) when he felt the sensation of his phone vibrating in his pocket. His dark-furred paw disappeared inside, pulling out the device to see a new message from his best friend Zachary. The message contained a photo of Zachary winking at the camera and giving a thumbs-up while fiancee in the back was bent over on all fours, apparently looking for something in the closet. The tail-button of her jeans had apparently come undone, or she neglected to fasten it, either way the end result was her pants dipping...a bit past the point of modesty. Included with the photo was a text message which simply read "Classy." Tim snorted and shook his head. Zach was crazy. He also seemed to enjoy the benefits of having a best friend with a boyfriend, which he seemed to think allowed for the sharing of embarrassing photos and information about his fiancee which might otherwise get him kicked out of the house. Instead, it just got him beaten up a little. Audrey was a scary girl. The selection of the cereal aisle was tempting indeed, few foods on this planet were better than the stuff. Budget though, budget was important, money sucks, until you have it, just like the popular kids in school. Just stick with the Coco-Crunchers, don't mess with success. The perceptive fox heard a sound down the aisle, the sound of what appeared to be a very old lady, shaky in the knees, dropping a box of her own to the floor. He wasted no time, trotting up to the struggling, female beaver. "Let me get that for you, ma'am," he called out as he approached. Before she could react the orange-furred male was knelt to the floor, picking up the item for her and placing it into her cart. "Oh...thank you, you're such a nice boy." "Just doing what I was taught, ma'am." A smile. "Your wife must feel very lucky to have you around." Tim smiled back with a shake of his head. "No wife, ma'am. A boyfriend, named Jamie. Best mouse ever, or at least, I think he is." "Oh," the old rodent said with a bit of a bewildered look in her eye before quickly hobbling her way further down the aisle. The red fox turned back for his cart, shrugging to himself. Can't win over everyone. "So Tim's always been very cautious with you?" Jamie nodded, still bobbing his leg up and down. "Yeah. I guess, um...he's always...he grew up around...mice, and rodents. He said that's why he kind of has a crush on them, mice especially. Almost all of his friends are rodents, so he knows, like...not to come on too strong." Jan leaned forward, the female ringtail crossing her arms on the desk in front of her. "And that was very different from your last boyfriend?" Another nod. "Derek was okay at first...I think I just wanted to be with somebody, but...yeah, pretty soon he wasn't...gentle at all." "So you said it took you a while to trust Tim because, like Derek, he was also a fox. Did Tim ever do anything that reminded you of Derek?" Jamie thought for a moment, his pink ears fidgeting around a bit as he did. "No, not really. Other than being a red fox...Tim's entirely different. Like I said, he's always been very careful, very...cautious, slow...affectionate?" "And you like that?" "I, um...well, yeah." The therapist raised a brow. "I sense a 'but' in that statement." "You...you do?" A smile. "Do you like it...all the time?" Jamie looked down and away, which Jan decided to let go, this time. He mouse was clearly searching for his words. "Well...I mean...I like...to take things slow. But...sometimes, I guess, I feel like, you know...like I feel too...fragile. Like he's always acting like I have to be taken care of, and like I'm made of glass...you know, either emotionally or physically." "So you think that maybe he's...babying you?" A shrug. "Well...yeah, maybe...I don't know if I'd say THAT but...I guess I don't know what else to call it. I don't know, he's...Tim's naturally a very nice guy. Like...super nice, I've told you before." A nod. "Yep, I remember." "Like he goes really far out of his way to help people, and I really think it's like...some kind of compulsion of his own." Jamie smiled a bit, thinking about his boyfriend's almost hysterical need to do good deeds. "It could be," Jan agreed, nodding her head to the side. "Anyway...so I mean, obviously he's going to be that way anyway but...I mean...I don't know. I guess he doesn't have to...ALWAYS do it. I mean I don't want him to just start being...mean. But...I'm an adult, you know? I know it's hard to remember sometimes, none of us mice ever seem very 'grown up' I guess, but...sometimes I just think he doesn't have to be so...soft with me." "How would you like him to treat you?" "Well...." "Eyes." "Right, sorry...um...I mean honestly, how he treats me now is...great, really. He's really sweet, and you know...I love him, I really do, he's so good to me. I guess I don't want him to completely change, just...sometimes he could...he doesn't have to be so cautious." A nod. "Like, at night, if we're in bed, and we're...we're...you know, we're together and we...." the bashful mouse gestured heavily with his paws as he spoke, unable to come out with it until Jan would rescue him. "Yeah, I get you," she said with a grin. "Yeah, um...when we're...doing that, he's always so...slow and...like I said, cautious. And that was good, at first, I...needed that. But I mean...I've been with him for a while now, I know him, I trust him, I know he won't hurt me...so I mean...I know, I...like...bigger...guys." Jamie had to pause to blush a bit before continuing. "I mean, I'm also terrified of bigger guys because, you know, mouse...but I always end up with guys who are bigger than me, I've never been like...with another mouse, you know? I guess I never really thought about it but...it's true, I think, I like bigger guys and...." more gesturing, another loss of words. "It's okay, take your time." "So...yeah, I mean. It's nice that he's careful but I also kind of feel like...if you've got a bigger guy, if you're...with a bigger guy...in...bed...you know, you want to...take advantage of that? If you're going to...enjoy the benefits, he shouldn't be so...careful with you all the time." There. There it was. Now he could melt into a pile into that chair. The mouse covered his muzzle with his paws. His pink-fleshed tail snaked nervously across the floor. "I'm sorry...." The ringtail offered a playful smile. "No, not at all, it's fine, Jamie. That's, you know, that's real." "I, um...it's um...I mean, it's not just that, you know. He also asks if I'm okay a lot, and I mean...of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" "Do you think he has any reason to be worried about you?" A shrug. "I...I guess he knows I come here, and take meds so...but I mean...I don't know...being asked if I'm 'okay' all the time, it just...makes me feel more...broken." Jan tilted her head a bit. "Talk to me a little about that." "Hey mom," greeted Tim into the phone, from the checkout. "Oh hi Timmy. What's up?" Nobody but the mother fox could call him 'Timmy.' "Nothing I'm just checking in - here you go," the fox answered, before handing over the cash. "Huh?" "I'm in line at the store." "Ah...is Jamie there too?" "No, he's at an appointment so I figured I'd do some shopping while he was in there." "Gotcha." "So, how's everything over there?" "Fine, fine...your brother's still been around." A grin. "Is he driving you insane?" The fox briefly covered the phone, glancing at the cashier. "Thank you." "Well, I love him to death, which is just going to make it even harder when I have to kill him." Tim snickered as he gathered up his bags. "You want me to come kick his ass?" "Eh...he probably wouldn't even be awake for it." "Yeah, probably not," agreed the fox as he walked through the automatic doors. "Hey, how's the house, anything you need me to swing by and take a look at?" "Tim, you live like, forty miles away, remember? You can't just 'swing by' anymore." The fox shrugged even though his mother couldn't see it. "I'm always happy to see you of course but, you know, you don't have to worry so much, we can take care of things around here." "I know, I know," Tim sighed, as he opened up the back door, placing his bags inside. "I just, you know, wanna help." "That's because you're a nice boy." "That's just what I was taught," insisted Tim, slamming the door of the black sedan shut. "Well like I said, I just figured I'd check in. I'm about to go pick up Jamie and I don't want to talk and drive so I guess I'll let you go." "Okay, Timmy, thanks for calling. Tell Jamie I said hi!' "I will, mom." The mother fox would make a kissing noise into the phone, which was returned by her son before the call would end, as Tim hopped into the driver's seat. Seat belt on, engine fired up. Let's go get our mouse. In the rear-view mirror, the fox would see a raccoon's bag tear open from the bottom. Groceries everywhere. Such an annoyed face. Engine off, seat belt undone. Better get over there. "...and everyone else seems basically normal, so...yeah, I mean...by always checking up on my, it's nice, but it like...reminds me that I have to be checked on, I guess." "Have you ever told him this?" asked Jan, her feet back up on the desk. "Not...really, no. I mean he's just trying to be nice, I don't want to, like...yell at him for it." "You don't think he'll take it well?" A shrug. "I mean...I know that he'd probably be fine but...I just can't...bring myself to tell people things. None of us mice can." Jan nodded, taking her feet down and leaning forward once more. "I know that...being assertive can get challenging for a lot of mice." "We're pretty much trained not to. Everyone expects us to just be...cute and sweet and nice and we just...do it. Maybe it's in our nature." "Mice are not especially aggressive, it's true...but as you might have heard, it's thought that the plague deaths, and you know, all the disproportionate blame that was put into the mice and rats...mice made the conscious decision to be as likable as possible after that, to once again be accepted by society. So while mice were already a bit timid, it was a cultural change that stuck." A nod. "I've heard some things about that. I guess rats kind of went the other way...I mean not all rats are...I'm not trying to say...you know what I mean, right? Yeah...but I kind of envy that rats just kind of...do whatever they're gonna do, instead of acting all nice all the time." The therapist nodded with a glance to her watch. "Well...I'm gonna have you leave it there and we'll continue this next time, as we are just about out of time." Jamie glanced over at the clock on the wall. About 1:55 in the afternoon. These always seemed like the quickest hours of his life. "So, for the next two weeks I want you to continue with what we've been talking about. You need to keep challenging yourself, Jamie. It's too easy to fall into those holes where you think that, you know, just knowing that you have to do something is the same as actually doing it." The mouse nodded. Indeed, he was familiar with those holes. "A good step in that direction would be to be more honest with Tim. After all, he deserves the honesty I think." "Yeah, he does," agreed Jamie. "And it sounds to me like he really cares deeply for you, so I'm pretty confident that he'll take it well and be very willing to listen and respect what you tell him." More nods. "Yeah. Yeah." "'Kay?" concluded Jan with a smile. Jamie returned the smile, in that buck-toothed way that only rodents could. "Mm-hm!" "Great," Jan said, grinning as she rose from her chair. He really was a cutie. She moved for the door, opening it for the mouse as she prepared to walk him back out to the waiting room. "Do anything over the weekend?" she asked as he scurried by. "Not really...Tim had a wrestling thing on Sunday so I watched that with him." "Have you been able to, you know, get more into it?" probed the therapist as they began their walk down the hall. A shrug. A twitch of the ears. "I know some of the guys on there now, at least. Sometimes I kinda, you know...root for the cuter ones." Jan offered a snicker in response. "I guess that's one way." "Honestly, I didn't used to get it...and I still kind of don't, but now that I'm at least used to it, it's kind of well...cute to watch how excited he gets for it sometimes. Like when he hangs his mouth open at what I assume to be some kind of shocking result." "Does he still think it's real?" "No...he said it's called...'marking out,' or something like that, when you know wrestling's fake...or scripted, as he calls it...but you kind of forget it's not real for moment when something...big happens." "Interesting," smirked Jan as they reached the door to the waiting room. "I'm learning something new." "Yeah," snickered Jamie. "Anyway, um...thanks." "No no, thank you, Jamie," insisted the female as he walked through the door. The small rodent let out a cathartic breath as the door closed behind him. He smoothed out his whiskers and shook his head, glancing around. He didn't see Tim. Perhaps the fox had gotten caught up in something, it wouldn't be...unusual. No, he didn't see Tim but he did see Martin. Martin was...a regular here. He had his appointments at 2:00 P.M., just as Jamie was usually leaving. The immensely-sized wolverine was known to be unpredictable. Not...violent, so far, but when you made direct contact with his eyes hidden beyond those thick frames, as Jamie had inadvertently done now, you couldn't be sure what to expect. Martin's sharp-clawed fingers intertwined within each other in front of his chest as he began his approach, silently hobbling over toward the mouse who had essentially invited him. Jamie's head snapped in all directions. Does...does anybody see him? Is somebody...gonna come get Martin? It seemed rude to call out for help, but as Martin drew closer, those small, fearful squeaks escaped his throat. Boxed in between the larger mammal and the door from which he had just exited, there was nowhere for the grey-furred rodent to go. Martin stared straight into the eyes of Jamie, whose ears would flatten nervously as he was overtaken by the Wolverine's shadow. "Oh - Martin! C'mere, Martin!" shouted a female voice. The big wolverine turned where he was met by a female of the same species, older in appearance. She pulled the male away from the mouse before turning briefly toward Jamie, herself. "Sorry about that." Jamie smiled politely and wasted no time heading for those glass doors, and...kind of running straight into them. Pull, don't push. He made it through the obstacle and hurried down the hallway, going...wherever Martin couldn't see him anymore. The hall always seemed so stark, no furniture, practically nothing on the walls, just some waste receptacles off to the side...he'd made it about halfway down the length when he caught sight of that familiar read fox trotting around the corner in his blue t-shirt and similarly colored jeans. He smiled at the moment his golden eyes met Jamie's sapphire sights, running up to meet the mouse. He sounded a bit out of breath. He'd been running for a while. "Hi baby," greeted the winded fox, slowing down to a stop in front of Jamie. "How was it?" "Good, it was good," chirped the mouse, allowing the fox to take a hold of his pink-fleshed paws. "Um...guess you're running a little late? Heh." "Uh, yeah...yeah, yeah. Sorry, I was at the store, and this guy dropped his groceries and he had oranges and they kind of got everywhere and under some cars and...yeah, sorry. Just got kinda crazy, I guess." The two fellows shuffled on down the hall, back toward the parking ramp. Tim rested his arm around the petite shoulders of the mouse while Jamie balanced his admiration for the fox's lack of social fear with the guilt he felt about his own. "So...did that guy mind you chasing his oranges around?" Tim grinned a bit sheepishly. "Um...well he said not to worry about it but...I could tell, I think he wanted 'em back. It was...it was fine." An uncertain smile came over Jamie's face, his eyes darting around in thought as the males disappeared through the door into the parking ramp. Can't help but make that noise, that mousey sound, those weak-sounding chirps when he lays you down onto your back, blanketed in the tranquil familiarity of your bedroom's darkness, running the warmth of his tongue through the fur on your belly. Jamie's paws pressed lightly and cutely against the top of Tim's head as he did this, tasting the mouse from his waist all the way past his collar bone, up to his shoulders. When he came face-to-face with the smaller creature, Jamie's paws would search all around Tim's body, looking for...something, something to hold onto, some kind of leverage, an anchor...that secure feeling. Yes, Jamie loved him, yes, Jamie trusted him. But Jamie was, after all, a mouse. And to have such a larger mammal lay atop his bare, vulnerable body, even in that gentle, non-imposing way that Tim had perfected over many, many nights...well, it was just nice to get a grip of his fiery coat and hold on tight. "Tim," he said, just above a whisper. "Mhm?" The rodent's ears flicked, he blinked, his whiskers twitched, how to say it.... "This time, you should...just...do whatever it is you want to do." A tilt of the head. Canids were so cute when they did that. "What do you mean?" Jamie situated himself underneath the fox a little better, preparing for the moments to come. "I just mean...whatever you're going to do, just go ahead and do." The red fox didn't seem to understand. "Well...don't I always?" Abort, Jamie...abort. "Yeah...I guess you do." The bare-bodied rose further from the mouse, his paws planted on either side of Jamie's body, gently straddling the small creature. Another head tilt. "Are you okay?" Jamie couldn't help but smile at himself, a breath escaping his pink little nose. "Yeah." "You sure?" "Mmhm, yeah." Would he be nodding so much if he weren't? "I hope so," murmured Tim, easing himself back down, closer to Jamie. The mouse's eyes squinted closer to a close as he felt the licks over his muzzle and neck, preparing himself to once again entrust his body to the fox. Nobody said it would be easy...they could try again some other time. Right? Right. Besides, there was nothing wrong with slow affection. Nothing wrong with being checked up on. He cared, it could have been worse. It HAD been worse. So much worse. And now everything was good. Or at least better. A squeak. Then a little chirp. Everything was sure to get better.
Ashen Echoes by TheMadmanwithaScarf	#4 of Journey of the Shadow Archive - The Darkness howled in echoing shade. It crept and slithered down spines with its icy touch. Its hands trace down the warm with its frosted fingers, Like winter snakes trying to find their way of salvation. The Darkness woefully washed in the wells into waste.	[ "Ashen", "Echoes" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153105-ashen-echoes	The Darkness howled in echoing shade. It crept and slithered down spines with its icy touch. Its hands trace down the warm with its frosted fingers, Like winter snakes trying to find their way of salvation. The Darkness woefully washed in the wells into waste. The cries of children wailed for their parents. Their parents trekked away to find water away from the wasted wells. The madness screamed and cried in the minds of the children, It prattled and it rattled, It danced in their fragile glass minds, In glass minds of the children of those whom called themselves humanity. Four flared phoenixes burnt into cinder as they watched the children. They flapped their fingers, then they passed to sorrowful ash. The crucified Christ covered the cross on the valley of ashes. The glistening ashes of the phoenixes. Crucified in hopes to bring back the wells from woefulness. A sacrifice to possibly appease the heavenly gods above, But, this only brought tears of madness that seeped through reality. More madness and sorrow to the mortals bellow. The mortal tears that sparked enmity. Enmity that made the children of humanity snarl and bite. To act primitive over the woeful wells their parents had sought. Their disparity and dissimilarities that caused them to hurl blame at one another. Then the blame became stones, then stones to swords, then swords to guns. They raged war on the ashes. Through the chattering of guns they will fade, Like an ill wind of death, They laid waste to each other. Then, once the skies were streak with ash and blood, And the bitter snow blanketed the dead. The dead over the ashes of the phoenixes. The only thing that stayed standing was the cross. The crucified cross that held the Christ. Then, the parents returned. And they cried. They cried and cried. They cried in anguish and in woe to see that they had left their children to die. There were broken hearts, and woeful tears, Dead bodies that had been laid to waste on ashes. Children claimed by death, Like trophies among a collector. Their souls in death's arms, Their bodies laid on ashen soil.
Legacy Chapter Twenty Six by twilightiger	#26 of Legacy If you feel like if you feel like supporting Legacy or any of the future projects I have in store then check out my Patreon page, the link can be found here: http://patreon.com/user?u=3705901 - Secrets. At first glance they may seem to be essential to our very survival. But give them	[ "Bathing", "Crime Drama", "Female", "Male", "Novel", "Panther", "Psychological", "Science Fiction", "Thriller", "Tiger", "biopunk" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145409-legacy-chapter-twenty-six	Secrets. At first glance they may seem to be essential to our very survival. But give them enough time, and they will begin to separate us from the world, the people around us, and finally from ourselves. It is a paradox of sorts. That by wishing to keep a part of our selves hidden from others, we will only make it more difficult to create the essential connections so necessary to life. And then there is the fact that the more secrets that we accumulate, the harder it becomes to keep others from discovering them. Chapter Twenty Six : Beyond the breaking point Complete with its own indoor waterfall, and boasting no less than seventeen stone lions standing guard at the entrance, the bathhouse at the Velvet Room looked to Kato as if had been transplanted directly from the pages of the Kama Sutra. From the way the carefully constructed stone lanterns were set into the walls, to the lotus blossoms that were drifting across the surface of the water, to the very air itself, everything seemed artfully calculated to inspire forbidden love affairs. "You know what the nice thing about having fur is." Said Midnight as she watched Kato strip off all of his clothes. Flicking his tail absentmindedly, he said. "It makes clothing completely unnecessary?" "Hmmm," Said Midnight as, pouring herself something to drink, she let her gaze linger admiringly on some of the soft contours of Kato's body. The thick stripes that covered his arms and chest were especially enticing. "You were able to answer just a little too quickly in my opinion. But I think that I can forgive you, that is, if you come over here and let me pet you." Sipping the liqueur, she let its smooth warmth flow throughout her entire body before adding. "Because I've always wanted to try my hand at teaching a savage tiger like you how to play nice." Ignoring the teasing tone in Midnight's voice as he lowered himself into the water, Kato began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. And it wasn't the fact that he was essentially naked in front of a strange woman that was bothering him. If anything, it was the seemingly impossible sensation of having just washed some of the wariness from his skin. The feeling of always being on guard, of being ready to counter any kind of attack. It settled in around me, giving me an edge. And now that I've stripped myself of that armor, a part of me feels as if I'll never be able to get it back. Damn, will it always be like this? Kato's train of thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a small wicker boat. The inside of which contained a small shot glass, a bottle of whatever it was that Midnight was drinking, and a tiny bowl that was filled with ice. "You looked tense." Said Midnight by way of explanation. "So I thought, why not give him something to drink, and maybe he'll relax a little." She smiled coyly as she sipped her own drink. "Who knows, he might even start to have a little fun." Taking hold of the boat before it could drift away Kato said. "I know how to have fun." Raising her own empty cup in toast, the look on Midnight's face said it all. Prove it. Not one to back down from a challenge, Kato grabbed the open bottle and began to pour himself a drink. Filling his cup to the brim with a liqueur that was a shade of brown somewhere between dark chocolate and coffee that had been laced with with cream, Kato experienced a slight twinge of fear twisting in his gut as he brought the cup to his lips. Should I trust it, can I trust it? What if . . . "Its not poisonous, if that's what you're worried about." Her gold eyes alight with mischief, Midnight's words had the profound effect of bringing him back to reality. "Sorry, its just, nothing." Kato just looked at the drink he held and said. "Its nothing." Downing the muddy concoction in one long swallow, Kato began to feel an unfamiliar warmth spreading throughout his entire body. Followed by a rush of energy and a sudden urge to bury his face in Midnight's fur, the effect that it had on him was somewhat electric. "Chyaah!" Struggling to keep the entire room from attempting to turn itself sideways, he stared into his empty cup and said. "What in the seven bloody hells is in this stuff!" "Catnip, cream and a whole lot of coffee liqueur." Said Midnight as she started to purr. His reaction alone had been worth the expense. "I make it myself, like it?" "I don't know." Said Kato. "Why don't you ask me again when the room decides to stop spinning." "Mmm, that sounds to me like you've never experienced the benefits of alcohol before." "Um, ya think?" Regretting it the instant he said it, Kato was quick to realize that he was now sitting across from a beautiful woman who was at once, naked and struggling not to laugh. Blushing beneath his fur Kato said. "I'd heard from my Sensei that chimeras lacked the necessary genes to resist alcohol properly, so, in the end we always ended up drinking tea. I guess, I guess I never really imagined that it would be able to hit me so badly." "No one ever does," Said Midnight, "That's why drinking is such an acquired taste." Staring into the depths of the bottle, Kato attempted to analyze the drink in his mind by breaking it down into its three main elements. The caffeine produces a rush of energy, the high alcohol content loosens the inhibitions, and the nepetalactone in the catnip induces a pleasant state of euphoria, by the gods what an unholy drink this is. Pouring himself a second shot Kato took the time to savor the flavor of the alcohol before actually swallowing. "Hmm. The taste is very smooth, unusually sweet. But it seems to me like you've put just a little too much catnip in it. It makes the second shot taste like crap. If you wanted to market this as a drink for chimeras, I'd recommend steaming the catnip first. As a tea it would blend better with the cream, and would help to remove some of the bitter aftertaste." Midnight blinked. He's right. Steam distillation would prevent impurities in the catnip from building up inside the bottle and help to improve the overall product. "Impressive." She said. "So tell me, who teaches a straight laced chimera like you how to mix drinks?" "Not drinks." Said Kato correcting her. "Poisons. The powders of inheritance. How to detect them, how to create them. Everything from their characteristics to their aftereffects. He had me learn them all. So that if I ever encountered them, I would be able to survive." Enjoying the look of mild discomfort on Midnight's face he added. "I told you that I was dangerous." What am I saying? What am I doing? Fighting to bring his thoughts back into line, he struggled to strike a balance between being on guard and being able to relax, a task that wasn't made any easier with the massive amount of stimulants that were having a field day messing with his brain. Hormones, instincts, and way too many strange desires that I don't know what to do with. Thought Kato with a sigh. I need to learn how to drink. Pointing to the bottle Kato still held Midnight said. "You might want to go a little easier on that stuff, that is, until you're confident that you can handle it properly. It tends to go to your head a lot faster than you think it does." "It does, doesn't it?" Putting the bottle back into the wicker boat and pushing it away he said. "Midnight, I'm sorry that I've been acting like such a je--" "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Blown away by the sheer unexpectedness of the question, Kato had wanted to shout the words. What the hell does that have to do with anything? Only to remind himself that he still had to close his mouth, He said instead. "Is something like that really that obvious?" "Not as much as you might think. Although, since both of us are chimeras, it does begin to explain why you've been so reluctant to touch me." Turning around so that he couldn't see her face, Midnight held her tail above the water and stretched. "What a fool I've been, thinking that we'd already be making love to each other by now." She seemed sad, almost forlorn. Her tone alone seemed to make it sound as if she had been the one who had done something wrong. Unwilling or unable to look away from her lithe feline form, Kato could only stare at her and say. "What?" "I said I thought we'd be making love by now. You know how it goes don't you? After we shared a romantic toast, we would sprawl out on the floor, and start off by exploring each other's bodies. Touching, holding," Midnight looked at him over her shoulder. "Tasting. Of course, we could have even skipped all of that, and simply made love to each other while still in the water." As if Midnight had just imagined doing exactly that she started to shiver almost imperceptibly. "I've heard it said that tigers are the best kind of lover you can have, if you want to do something like that." "Something like that?" Kato couldn't help but repeat the words as something deep inside of him suddenly snapped. "I told you before. I didn't come here just to have sex!" "But even so, it was still offered to you." Becoming more and more defensive, Midnight added. "And rather than simply decline such an obviously generous and tempting offer," She flicked her tail at him. "And risk being seen as rude; you, in your infinite capacity for male wisdom, decided to simply go through the motions, all the while hoping you would be able to cover up your own inexperience, and get on with the real reason that you came here for." Slipping back into the water, she crossed her arms underneath her chest. "Hardly what I would call fair, to you or to me." Sending half a dozen lotus blossoms and one small wicker boat flying across the room as he slapped the surface of the water with his hand, Kato cursed himself for being nine times a fool. Midnight's posturing had been nothing more than an elaborate trap, and just like an amateur, he had walked straight into it. "You know, it's extremely disturbing that your able to do that. Laying my soul bare as if it were no trouble to you at all. You must not get a lot of repeat business with a bad habit like that." "Touched a nerve did I? Well, you should know that my 'habit' is part of the reason why Zane decided purchasing my contract was worth it in the first place." His tail lashing back and forth, Kato growled low in his throat. "It was a stress test wasn't it." He made it a statement and not a question. "Zane likes to know how his customers will react if provoked, so he uses you to get inside their heads before he does any business with them. Smart." Midnight nodded and said. "It does keep him from getting into a great deal of trouble." Sitting back down, Kato waited for the waves to settle before he said. "So, have I passed his little test?" "Maybe," Said Midnight. "But you still haven't passed mine." Finding herself interested in him despite every instinct she had telling her to run, she began to wonder if somewhere deep inside that carefully constructed mass of contradictions and artful deceptions, there was even a real person, or just another mask. "Kato. Why did you accept Zane's offer? No one would have thought any less of you if you hadn't." "I don't know," Staring at his own reflection in the water Kato said. "Its just, all my life I've always been told by others what to do. Stand here, stand there, do this, do that. Being a bodyguard and following orders. Its all that I've ever really known." "So, when Zane told you to sample the wares, you decided to take that for an order and just went along it." "Maybe." Surprised to find that Midnight was that much closer to him than she had been a moment ago, Kato said. "I mean it would certainly make things easy for me to think so." "But its not really the truth is it? There must have been dozens, if not hundreds of times when you had to make up your own mind." Without ever making a single wave, Midnight managed to seat herself next to him. "Tell me, haven't you ever wanted to do anything, be anything, other than what others have told you to be?" Reaching out to stroke his face she was surprised when he flinched away from being touched. "What does this have to do with gaining an audience with Zane?" "Maybe nothing, maybe everything." Even without touching him Midnight could feel the fury he was struggling to contain. "Is it going to kill you to answer the question?" I don't know, Thought Kato. I haven't answered it yet. Sighing he said. "Once, I wanted to be a scientist. More than anything I wanted . . . I wanted to create things that the world had never seen before, things that would be able to make peoples lives better. Sometimes . . . I would even think to myself, I wonder how that works, or how can I make something old into something new and better. After that, it was always a matter of trying to figure things out until it worked." "And now?" She asked him. "Now I know that it was just a childish dream. That the only ones who allow themselves to indulge in such fantasies, are the ones who don't know any better." Slapping him as hard as she could Midnight shouted the words. "Don't you ever say that again! Don't you ever look down on those who would dare to dream! Dreams are the only thing we have, the only thing that they can't take away from us." Pain, sharp and sudden shook him to his very core. "And what would a prostitute such as you know of dreams?" His own anger rising in response to hers, Kato's voice became little more than an indrawn hiss. "Tell me, how could a woman whose only reason for existence is to satisfy a man's desires possibly know how I feel!" All of it happened faster than she could blink. Using his superior strength and size, Kato positioned himself on top of her, so that even if she did start to struggle, anyone watching through the security cameras would only see two people having a bit of fun. "I was forced to watch," He said, "As a woman, an innocent woman, who was chosen only because she a prostitute, was raped in front of my very eyes." "So because I'm a prostitute, you're going to rape me as well. Just so you can see how it feels?" "No!" Shouted Kato. "No you don't understand! I wanted to save her! I tried, I tried and I failed. Even though I was able to help her escape. In the end, I wasn't able to stop them." Midnight's heart skipped a beat as something cold and wet slowly slid down her face. A . . . a tear? He's . . . crying? Her eyes darting quickly around the room she understood what he had attempted to do. It wasn't to pin me at all. He's simply shielding his face from the cameras! "Every night when I close my eyes I watch as history repeats itself." Kato shivered as the darkness that surrounded him loomed ever closer. "Because in my dreams, I watch myself fail over and over and over again. And because of that, I've begun to feel as if I'll never be able to forgive myself." So that's why he's been so antagonistic towards me. Thought Midnight as she reached out to stroke his face. Not because he hates what I am, but because when all you've seen in life is the twisted side, without even knowing it, you can become twisted as well. And he's been fighting so hard against becoming like that, that its tearing his heart in two. Kato went on, oblivious to everything else. "For the last two years I've spent every day in a simulator, training endlessly to fight against an enemy I know next to nothing about. An enemy who doesn't only want me dead, they want everyone I've ever known dead." Bereft of the only family he had ever known, betrayed by the brother he never knew he had, and now lost in a world he had barely begun to understand, Kato felt as if he were desperately trying to piece together the shattered fragments of his soul, only to find that every time he turned around, he had to start all over again. "And it was all so I could become stronger, so I would be able to protect myself if it should ever happen again." "Kato . . ." Said Midnight. Reaching out to offer comfort to a child who had lost his way. "I--" "Because that's the kind of world that I live in." He said with a kind of detached finality. "A world where you wake up everyday wondering; is today the day I'm going to die?"
A Destroyer's Heart: Prologue by Latin Dragon	#1 of A Destroyer's Heart This is the beginning of a new series I am writing starring the Dragon Ball Super character Beerus the Destroyer God, an original character called Nene, and their misadventures and budding relationship. I hope it is a pleasure for readers to read as it will be for me to	[ "M/M", "Romance" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146823-a-destroyer-s-heart-prologue	The universe flew by him in all directions as far as his vision could see. He flew through nebulas, stars, planets teeming with life, and even entire galaxies filled with so many celestial bodies. So much light that filled up what was the black void of space was a wonder to behold. Was this truly real?! No...it couldn't be. He had never once gone into space. He had only heard stories about it from Goku and his friends who had witnessed such wonders...such tragedies in the cosmos. This was most certainly a vision. While he became more self-aware of his dream, he decided against rousing from it to see where it would take him. He was coming to regret it when everything around him became a blurry tunnel of light and darkness as he felt his spirit be pulled towards an unkown destination. Along the way he received visions of Goku and his gathered friends and family facing off against some cat-like being. There were even more visions of Goku achieving immense power, a battle for the fate of the Earth, and a painful sorrow beyond belief as Earth disappeared into nothingness. Finally, the visions stopped as his dream brought him to a strange structure floating in space surrounded by planetoids. It looked like an upside down pyramid with a massive tree on top. As he tried getting a better look at the alien structure, he felt his spirit be pulled forward in a blinding rush into the structure by an indescribable source of power until he stopped to come face-to-face with the very same cat-like alien he saw Goku face off against in one of the earlier visions. Those piercing yellow eyes looked surprised about as much as how he himself felt being in front of him now. The only thing he could think of doing was slowly reaching out to cup a hand on the purple cheek on the alien cat's face to see how real it felt. The alien being in front of him seemed startled by this before his face turned to a look of malice as he then reached out to grab at the Earthling who dared touch him! "...Lord..." "...Ne..." "...Bee..." "...ne..." "...rus..." ... ... "Lord Beerus!" "Nene!" And now both of them were pulled away from each other to be called back to their respective, waking lives. Not knowing that their fates were now intertwined with each other from then on by forces maybe not even a god or the universe could hope to understand.
More Then Just a Partner by Noxious Photon	#3 of Zootopia Series The Night Howler case is momentarily laid to rest thanks to the actions of Nick and his former partner Judy, but Now Nick seems to be facing some very familiar internal issues with himself as Jack soon begins to replace his old partners Life. - You know you could say that me	[ "Alcohol", "Drama", "Fox", "Jack Savage", "Judy Hopps", "Kissing", "Nick Wilde", "Rabbit", "Romance", "Zootopia" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149239-more-then-just-a-partner	You know you could say that me and this little ol' rabbit are pretty much inseparable at this point. Of course I don't mean Judy, well at least anymore; she may not be with us but a small part of her spirit is I think, both with me and even a little bit of Jack. Yes that Jack, one of the most renown un-renown spies that everybody's never heard of, really his popularity is only from the fact he's the first ever bunny spy, but being part of the M16 doesn't exactly get your name out there even with that fact. Well that's perhaps not the case anymore considering this bunny is far from unknown now days, being part of a publicly open "secret branch" that the new mayor sure seems to enjoy talking about constantly with its many successes. Well at least he's smart enough not to make Jack or me openly go out in public and accept medals, even if perhaps they'd be a nice adornment and show off piece. Ah but I digress. As I was saying before me and this bunny basically do everything together ever since what happened at the end of our first big case. When I felt like I had almost nobody he was there supporting me, going to the bar with me and listening to my drunk ramblings, and even one night sleeping next to me after we had a few drinks to many... well, I usually try to omit that last part from my memory, once you're sober the morning after is always a bit.. awkward. But even so almost every day we get together in our nice snazzy outfits, get some coffee or snacks from a few local food places, to which Jack always seems to know the best ones around town, and just hang out. After that one of us drives the other to the ZPD and we both head straight to our little secluded branch, only ever really getting a chance to say a few hello's to other officers on the way or chats with them in the cafeteria if we want. It got to the point that some of the other officers started calling us Jack Wilde or Nick Savage sense we were always together. I didn't really bother retorting their teasing after a certain point though, not like I could really argue the fact we were with each other constantly. But well sense I can't do anything with Judy anymore I just do everything with Jack now, maybe even more than I did with carrots considering our free time. At times though it can be really odd how similar that bunny is to her, but I still of course know he isn't her. There's no such thing as a replacement for Judy, nor anyone else in the world for that matter, you make do with what you get and I got lucky enough to be given another equally fantastic bunny, don't know what I'd do without the guy. Oh and despite the previous case being "closed", to which I still question if you can call it that, the mayor decided to keep the branch open due to the insane amount of popularity our little escapades have created. All this time I thought our branch really was only a publicity stunt but who knew I'd actually do a lot of good, crime rates around the city have actually momentarily gone down due to us , not to mention the free time we get sense there isn't always need for an undercover mission. At the moment the majority of our work is just showing up or writing a few reports here and there, even then we get way too much down time or just general break time. "Uh Nick?" Most of the time if it's later in the day we usually just head to that local bar by ourselves, and considering our checks it's hard not to- "Nick!". Nick suddenly jolted up a little bit completely caught off guard, he turned his head over to his right to see Jack in the passenger seat looking at him, Nick sitting in the driver's side of the car stopped at a red light. "Jeez you weren't even paying attention, what were you day dreaming about this time?" Nick relaxed a little bit back into his seat and put back on his usual somewhat smug grin. "Oh you know the usual, , memories of past missions, thinking of saving cute vixens with my patented spy skills, crashing the car into the side walk while day dreaming." "Yeah well let's not make that last day dream a reality huh? If we don't hurry were not going to make it to the ceremony in time, and you're the one carrying the ring." Jack quickly retorted as Nick's sly grin disappeared from his response. Nick quickly looked at the clock in their car, 5:40, still time to get to the ceremony at 6:00 but Nick was hoping to give himself more leeway. "Don't worry bunny I got this." Nick put on his sunglasses as he clutched the steering wheel tightly. The minute the light turned green he started to almost floor it down the road with a small grin appearing on his face, Jack seeming somewhat unfazed by his course of action. "This may not be a chase but don't get to relaxed, if you screw up not only will we not make it but we'll be paying for a replacement vehicle." Nick did a very quick swerve and drift to the right easily avoiding the other few cars around them while keeping his foot on the gas. "You should know better than to doubt me bunny, especially after the last mission we were on." Jack crossed his arms giving Nick a somewhat cocky smooth grin of his own. "You mean the part where our target was supposed to be interested in you but ended up going over to me instead because you were too busy talking to a vixen?" "Well for your information bunny the vixen was hitting on mywa and it would have been very rude of me to say no to her drink. If anything it just shows that you're clearly more fit for missions involving other males." Jack over exaggeratingly put a paw to his chin. "Hmmmm not so sure about that one slick, you did look awfully good in that dress last time. Maybe now that we both got a chance at seducing someone we'll get to seduce a guy together as a team?" Nick pointed out his finger for a quick second in the air near Jack, keeping his other hand tightly on the wheel. "See that's another complaint I have by the way, we've gotten two cases of having to seduce a guy but where are all the cases were we get to seduce women? Surely there must be a few underground female dealers with wide hips and good looks, not just gay weaselss and Deer." Jack adjusted his tie slightly and put on a smug grin. "Well I don't know about you but I have gotten to do that on multiple occasions actually, perhaps the chief just doesn't want to give you the satisfaction?" The car quickly halted as they parked at their destination spot, Nick ignoring Jack's comment and looking at the clock. "Alright just in time..." Nick said out loud before relaxing a bit more and stretching his arms upward as Jack started to get out of the car. "Come on now don't take too long, you'll have plenty of time to relax when waiting for groom." The Church was almost dead silent as everyone in their seats watched the priest in front of them almost enchantingly; this type of atmosphere had been going on for quite some time and a bit of eagerness lingered in the room as the priest neared the end of his speech. The left side of the church was filled with a disparity of different Raccoon's and even few variations within its own species, while the right side of the church was filled with a smaller amount of tigers; both teams watching the ceremony with baited eyes. Nick with his always confident smile stood to quite a few people's surprise as Fangmeyer's best man with his hands behind lying gently behind his back, seeming to have all the patience in the world. Meanwhile Jack stood somewhat adjacent to Nick on the Raccoon's side among one of his closer friends, though not as his best man. Fangmeyer himself was looking dapper in a very expensive suit that fit him well enough, A little on the tight side considering his physique but also not to loose fitting. And on the other side looking quite a bit shorter stood Axel, An equally as happy Raccoon also sporting an equally as nice suit with a wide smile across his face. The priest finishing up his speech closed his book and looked happily at the two animals. "You may now kiss the groom." The two animals gazed at each other's eyes for a brief moment before they both leaned forward and engaged in a passionate kiss, causing both sides of the church to clap and even a few small cheers being heard among them. Pop! The sound of a cork echoed throughout the dining hall as the father on the Raccoon's side of the family popped a bottle of champagne and spilled some of the drink across the floor with almost reckless abandon, both the grooms and their family's only laughed and cheered around the table in response. Jack and Nick from a small distance were back together smiling happily for the couple and occasionally glancing around the room filled with other tables and family members chatting with one another. "I really can't believe it." Nick said shaking his head as he looked at the two. "I really didn't think I'd be alive today to see one of the first ever inter-species marriages, you can question some of what the new Mayor of Zootopia has done for the city but you can't deny he's done some good by legalizing this." Jack let a happy and content smile show his face as he continued looking at the two happily clinking their glasses and downing champagne together, a sudden slightly cocky yet suave smile starting to creep on his as he looked over at Nick. "You know I'm more surprised that you of all people became Fangmeyer's best mate for the wedding. I knew you two talked more than some of the other's but you weren't ever truly that close right? I mean there's no way that you've chatted with Fangmeyer more then you've talked to Clawhauser. I only got to be up here with Axel due to our past friendship when I was younger and in Zootopia, so I'm thinking there's more a reason for you as well." Nick only smugly smiled at Jack's always quick wit and thinking. "Well if you must know it was because I was actually the one that convinced him to go with the marriage." Jack looked over at Nick with a shocked expression, almost not believing him. "No way, he went to you!?" Nick chuckled in response shaking his head as if he almost didn't believe it himself. "I know right, ludicrous, going to me of all people. But apparently I was the only friend in that day so early and he actually pulled me aside while walking to the bathroom. He told me he had spent most of the day before and the entire morning stressing over this idea. He hit me with an information bomb in the time span of 6 minutes, really you should have heard how fast he was talking. He talked all about falling for this raccoon fellow, loving him, being with him, the legalization of marriage, thoughts on wanting to actually do it, all this doubt and concern he had. He basically said he wanted to marry the guy but was super stressed about what other people would think, if his family would be ok with the idea, about this and that and well you know the deal." Jack only stared at nick inquisitively as he took a drink off the table taking a small sip. "So.. what did you tell him?" Nick did the same as Jack before responding. "Well simple, I told him it doesn't matter. Not to put down how important this legalization thing really is but at the end of the day marriage isn't going to change your love for someone right? If anything I always saw it not really as a next step, but a bit of an excuse to celebrate. Some people feel better about it if they have papers backing up their relationship but at the end of the day a marriage should be something fun and exciting I think. He was worrying so much about the public's view, about peoples thought's on the matter, and all this other stuff he had practically forgotten why he wanted to do it, to show Axel that he loved him. So I told him if he truly wanted to do it simply for himself and his partner, and not for any other excuse or reason, that he should stop worrying and just do it. And now well here we are." Nick put back on his smug smile as he looked over at the married couple already on their second glass of champagne. Jack gave a warm smile to the couple at the same time as Nick, turning his head back over to the fox. "You know you really did to a fantastic thing for them, I think Fangmeyer's not only lucky to have you as a friend, but I think I'm quiet lucky to have someone as caring as you as my partner." Nick almost as an automatic response looked away from Jack rubbing his neck and feeling a bit of embarrassment, Jack like Nick tended to usually be a bit sarcastic with most of the stuff he said, and unlike him also tended to be very to the point when talking about something, not much on always fluffing up words; but either way it goes Jack always had a friendly air to his tone of voice if it wasn't something to serious. And it wasn't often, but occasionally he would say something genuinely nice or encouraging to the fox like he is now, and it always got him just a little bit unexpectedly. "Hey come on don't be saying stuff like that at a wedding, my old fox heart can only take so many emotions at once." Nick said in a joking manner back. And just as Jack was going to respond, Fangmeyer and Axel surprised them by coming up to them from behind as the tiger casually put an arm around Nick with a smile. "Wachu fellows talking about over here? Hope I didn't interrupt something romantic\~" The tiger teased to the two but specifically Nick, it certainly wasn't a secret in the ZPD building that the two practically did almost everything together. Nick only looked back at the tiger with a smile. "No but you did interrupt us trying to give you cheers for a healthy and long lasting relationship, so I guess that won't be happening anytime soon." Fangmeyer only laughed as he took another huge sip from his champagne glass as a little posy of other officers from the ZPD behind him showed up with drinks. "Well come on you two, Axel here will be joining us for a little rare occasion of police debauchery at the fancy little bar you both can afford to go to way too often, not that anyone here will have to worry about buying anything." Fangmeyer looked back at the crew as they all did a little cheer for him. Jack looked over at the two and back around to some of the other guests. "But what about both of your families?" The Racoon was the one to respond this time. "Eh you know my folks, they aren't exactly big into partying anyways, besides it's our wedding and I think drinking with some police officers sounds fun to me\~" The Raccoon said leaning slightly into Fangmeyer as the tiger wrapped one of his arms around him. "And my own folks didn't seem to mind when I told them what we wanted to do, we'll have a bit more champagne here then head on off to the bar!" He said with a roar as the officers cheered again and a few family members around them laughed. Nick had his usual cocky and smug grin as the two partners both looked at each other for a brief moment. "Well as they say bunny, live and let live right?" Jack caving in let out a small sigh with a smug grin of his own afterward. "Alright but let's try not to get too pissed drunk this time ok?" Nick only rolled his eyes in response giving him a light smile. "Whatever you say bunny." The door creaked open to Jack's apartment as the mildly drunken bunny and fox giggled near the entrance way walking up into the room, Nick turning the lights on already knowing where the switch it. "Wow.. I can't believe how much that Raccoon can party, he even gives Clawhauser a run for his money after a few mixed drinks." Jack laughed a bit more thinking about it as he slumped down on his big couch. "What I can't believe is that we actually ended up not getting completely wasted tonight. Everyone but us was already downing champagne at the party so while we were just getting buzzed everyone at that bar was already getting crazy, I hope those others guys didn't pass out on the way home after that many long islands." Nick lazily sat next to the bunny with a somewhat drunken smile on his face. "Well I think that's a first for us, going to a party, with the officers no less, and being the least two drunk of the group. Although maybe I should say that's even more an accomplishment for you." Nick said poking a finger on the bunny's chest. "Oh come on I may be well.. a little bit worse then you, but I wouldn't say you're always so great yourself slick." Jack retorted as Nick looked smugly away from the rabbit and titled his head towards the celling while resting his elbows around the back of the couch. "Don't know what you're talking about bunny, wither its being incredibly handsome or drinking I'm always great." Jack laughed at his comeback as even Nick chuckled to himself for a bit before silence broke the room. Unexpectedly Nick started to speak with a bit of a serious tone to the rabbit. "Hey Jack, I just wanted to say uhm.. thanks." Jack giggled a bit at his response not taking him too seriously at first. "For what, convincing Axel to take that second shot straight away?" Nick shook his head. "No just.. for everything really. I've been thinking about how great today has been and so many days before it and it feels almost unreal after what happened so many months ago. As we were both drunkenly walking through the streets I remember feeling an inkling of familiarity to the situation. Partying with the officers then walking home with a drunken stumble, I started to remember even before you how many times I did that with Judy. Her smile and giggle when she got drunk were both one of the funniest and most genuinely cutest things I had ever seen." Nick paused for a brief moment with a light smile on his face and hands cusped together leaning forward a bit, contemplating his thoughts as Jack looked over at him with a more serious look as well. "But Just as quickly as I felt that nostalgia I felt a sharp pain in my chest, immediately I would remember that she was gone. I'd never see or hear from her again, and even the memories I do have of her feel almost like distant dreams at times rather than reality. But in that moment of pain I felt as we kept walking, just as a feeling of sadness started to ripple through me I suddenly felt a small little tug from you. You had kept your arm around me and occasionally tugged at it to prevent yourself from being too clumsy, and at that moment I looked down at you and remembered that even though Judy was gone, you were still with me. And In that exact instant the pain and sorrow that was creeping through me immediately disappeared, almost like it was barley real in the first place. I than remembered that Judy being gone wasn't the end all be all of my life, and that the reason I was able to move on from what happened to her and be where I am today, still getting drunk and still able to keep a smile on my face, is thanks to you." Nick looked down at Jack with a small but loving smirk on his face as Jack returned the favor. The rabbit quickly scooted closer to Nick and gave one of his arms a tight hug while putting his head onto it. "Come on you dumb sentimental fox, you should know you don't have to thank me for that." Nick laughed with a happy tone in his voice as he put a hand softly on Jack's back. "I know bunny, you can partially blame it on the alcohol if it makes this feel any less heavy." Jack's ears suddenly perked up at the fox's words as he looked up at him, this time with a more mischievous grin on his face. "You know speaking of alcohol.. considering everyone at the party got off tomorrow and we got home earlier than we anticipated, we could still get pissed.. if you know what I mean." Nick raised an eyebrow to Jack with a sly smile of his own. "Oh? Wada got in mind rabbit?" Jack let go of Nick and momentarily scooted to the other edge of the couch and opened up a nearby cabinet, taking out of it a bottle of red wine and slyly grinning back at the fox. "We still got a few more bad romance cop flicks to watch you know." Nick only let out a few small giggles in response. "Now you're speaking my language." "Nicholas... I love you, forever, don't ever leave me again." A very masculine lion bruised up with scratches and dust all over his body was holding a lioness with one arm as he leaned down closer to her. "A long time ago, do you remember when you asked me if I was gonna take it or leave it. Well I've already made up my mind... I'm taking it, all of it..." The Lion entered into a dramatic kiss with the lioness as cheesy trumpets started playing in the background and the screen faded to black with the credits rolling. Jack and Nick having downed almost all the wine were officially wasted by this point in the movie, with perhaps Jack being the worst of the two, both laughing as well as groaning a little at that ending. "Maannn what an awful call back with that line.." Jack said shaking his head as Nick responded. "And that ending didn't even fix anything, what happened to the guy that escaped; didn't he destroy the entire police station?" Jack then let out a drunken sigh and leaned into Nick closing his eyes. "Aaaahh who cares.." The bunny almost slurred out as Nick looked down at him, he knew after a certain point Jack couldn't handle any more booze and would pass out if he wasn't careful. "Getting tired there bunny? Want me to help you to your room." Though even as he said that the fox himself wasn't sure if he'd be fully capable of doing so given his state as well. "Mmmm only if you sleep with me this time." Jack practically blurted out as Nick chuckled a little at the bunny's words. "Hey now let's not go down that road again, it's fun and cute when were drunk like this but it's always a little awkward the next morning, for both of us." Jack Buried his face into Nick's groaning a bit more. "I don't care about that, I want to do it anyways." Jack sometimes becomes a little demanding if he gets really wasted. Nick only sighed and helped the sleepy bunny on his feet even though he was only doing marginally better then him right now. "Come on bunny lets hit the hay." As the two wondered off to the bed and Jack somewhat collapsed on it Nick helped get some blankets on him. "Now try to get some good sleep bunny, we got a whole day ahead of us." Nick said as he looked briefly at the tired bunny and began to turn around, awkwardly trying not to fall himself only to have his shirt strained from Jack's grip. Nick looked back at Jack to see the bunny holding a very drunken but somewhat mischievous smile as he held on tightly to his shirt. "Fine but only if you give me goodnight kiss." Jack said somewhat teasingly as Nick gave him a bit more of a serious look. "Jack come on let go of my shirt." Jack shook his head feverishly. "Come on foxy, either you sleep in my bed with me or give me a little kiss." Jack giggled drunkenly to himself at his own words. Nick started to feel a little nervous, Jack's grip wasn't letting loose and the fox was too drunk as well as frankly too tired to be thinking of a witty response or clever way out of this. He looked down briefly at the almost equally drunk bunny on the bed who was in turn looking up at Nick with a somewhat innocent yet cute smile on his face, the kind of smile that was starting to remind Nick of a certain someone... Nick paused for a brief moment not saying anything to the smiling bunny as he suddenly let all of his inhibitions go and gave Jack a small kiss. It was a little sloppy and maybe lasted a second longer than it should have but it was brief; Nick quickly pulled back to see the face of a completely flabbergasted bunny below him holding showing off a blush on his cheeks. Nick also couldn''t help but have a small blush on his face but still kept his expression somewhat serious. Noticing Jack had already let go of him Nick quickly looked away from the bunny and tucked him in further. "Now be a good bunny and go to sleep... I'll see you tomorrow." After his statement the fox rather swiftly left the room and closed the door behind him without even a glance back at him, staying in position on the other side of the door and letting out a sigh. "Did I really just do that..." Nick said to himself as Jack back in the bed was having similar thoughts as he covered his mouth. "Did he really..." Nick quickly plopped himself down on the guest bed and looked up at the celling a bit groggily. "No point thinking much about it now Nick.. just head to bed and face the awkwardness tomorrow morning.." He groaned at the thought of tomorrow even happening but never the less closed his eyes and due to his drunken state was luckily able to fall asleep very easily, just as Jack did the same. The sun started to shine throw the window near Nick as the rays touched against his eyelids. Very soon after the fox started opening them realizing it must be somewhere in early afternoon. However when his eyes opened his face immediately contorted to a somewhat groggy and upset expression with his eyelids half shut. "....Shit" Was all the fox said to himself as he got up and stretched off of the bed. He was surprised he didn't get any hangover that day but was glad considering the other head ache he was having from the events yesterday; unfortunately he didn't forget any of them. His ears also twitched lightly as he heard the sounds of running water in the background and a few pans, Jack was already up and awake before him. A part of Nick just wanted to go back lying face down in the bed forever but he wasn't the type to dodge stuff like this, he got up and went out to face the music. "Oh good morning" was all he heard from the kitchen as Jack seemed to be busy cooking something, presumably for the two of them. Nick slowly walked over in the direction of the kitchen peaking to see what he was making. "And uhm.. morning to you too...." He paused for a small moment not wanting to continue before looking away from the kitchen area. "Sooooo about last night." He said trying to play it off a little and exaggeratingly looking in the air. "Oh yeah last nice was pretty crazy huh, I actually remember the whole party but I barley remember what happened when we got home." Jack said to Nick's surprise as he flipped an egg over. "Well maybe not completely, really all I forgot was the latter half of that dumb movie we watched and getting to bed, I hope I wasn't too much a hassle getting to my room." Jack let out a light laugh as Nick soaked in what Jack was saying. Jack looked back a little surprised to not immediately hear something from Nick after that statement. "Something wrong? I didn't actually do anything to dumb last night right?" Nick sat down casually at the dining table waiting for the food and keeping his face away from the kitchen, wearing a somewhat neutral expression on his face and in his tone as he rested his head against his paw. "No.. nothing unusual, just a little clumsy on the way to bed like usual." Jack let out a sigh of relief. "Ah thank goodness, I know I'm pretty fun drunk but when I go too far I also know I can be a bit of a hassle. Now then, how would you like your eggs cooked?" The drive for the two was filled with a very strange silence that afternoon. Their day off this time around was already off to a bit of a bumpy start. Nick was a little more quiet then usual during their breakfast and simply brushed it off as drinking too much last night. Jack accepted the answer at first but when they drove to get tea at the café and started people watching and making up stories for others like always, Nick seemed to be a little out of it. They would be laughing it up like usual for a few hours but every once and awhile something would catch him off guard and he'd start looking a little distant or just act strange. "After her third husband left her she then had to once again change which finger she wanted to put her ring on, and the only finger left for a fourth marriage would be the pinky or in this case.. that fat thumb right there." Nick said smugly pointing at the ring on the female leopard's finger as she was laughing it up very loudly with a goat. Jack giggled a little bit at Nick's theory then thought about it for a second. "That is an interesting theory, I'm in fact inclined to believe it but I have something to add to it." Nick only kept his smug grin before pointing his finger at his partner. "Shoot buddy." Jack looked back at the couple for a brief moment as Nick joined him in the view, seeing the two stare into each other's eyes. "I think the flings she had before were mostly when she was young and taking things too far. Probably married a guy after less than a year of getting to know them, maybe broke up with them almost just as soon when it didn't work. So after a while maybe she learned to hold back a bit, not go so crazy on all this marriage stuff or rushing a relationship. Now obviously we know this has to be a new marriage, pred prey and all, but the way they talk to each other and look at one another.. It's really subtle, but I get this small inkling that they've actually been together a very long time, and only recently got this opportunity.. Perhaps taking this marriage a bit more seriously." Nick looked more carefully at the couple and could see his point, the doughy eye's they had for each other wasn't a simple attraction, something about it felt much... deeper, and they seemed incredibly used to one another. Nick giggled a little bit thinking about it and looking back at the Jack. "Perhaps your right bunny, maybe this is the first actual genuine relationship that's ever been in this café." Jack smiled and looked back over at Nick with a somewhat teasing but cutesy tone. "Well we we're here first right? So what does that make us?" Nick looked down at the bunny staring right back at him as Jack wore a much more genuinely happier smile than his usual suave one, this kind of joke didn't happen often but Nick knew it was only really half serious. Normally he could always play off of it fairly cleverly, in the past he didn't even think much of it, he may be felt a few inklings of happiness from his statements knowing there was always a little truth to them, but not much else from his memory. But now when he said things like this and gave him that look, he felt his stomach tighten up ever so slightly, and feeling unable to face these emotions he instead ended up blushing lightly and turning his gaze away from him. "erhm yeah I suppose so.." A bit of a silence broke between them as Jack's expression turned into a little bit of a frown as he turned his own head away from the fox and sipped on his tea. Throughout most of the day Nick continued to act like this on and off to the very confused and somewhat concerned Jack. It wasn't always the same thing but it was too consistent to be a fling, it happened again during a conversation to the movie theatres they went to later in the day and even right after it was over. It was around 5:00pm and Jack was doing the driving sense yesterday it was Nick's turn to do it for the day, sense the two did so much together they specifically shared a vehicle for going out due to how awful the parking in the city was. "Uhh.. Nick." Jack looked over at the fox who was blankly staring at the window. Jeez day dreaming again? I've never seen him do it so intensely before.. "NICK!" Jack suddenly shouted out as the fox almost freaked out and sprang to life looking around. "What who where!?.." Eventually his gaze met Jack's as he looked at the fox confusingly. "You uh.. doing all right there pal." Nick sank back into his seat as he realized what he had been doing. "Yeah I'm fine, just been doing a lot of thinking is all." Nick said dryly to his partner who wasn't too convinced. "You sure nothing weird happened last night?" Jack said questioning Nick once again. "Yes Jack... its fine." Nick said almost somewhat upset at having to get that memory re jogged into his system. Jack stared at him for a moment and let out a sigh. "Well.. whatever you say mr. grumpy, if you don't want to talk about it we can maybe chat tomorrow during work." Jack seemed to stop trying to engage in conversation on the ride home as Nick continued to prolong the silence, going back into his thinking state. Shit.. I'm making it so obvious something is on my mind; I thought I was smoother than this. I kept telling myself to just act natural, that nothing happened and it's just another day out with my friend, chilling out and having a good time. Heck it's not even as if every time I stare at him I think of that night or anything either, yet... Nick looked over at Jack through the corner of his eye's briefly, The bunny had a very neutral expression on as he was staring in front of him driving the car. Yet at want point did it become so hard to look at him. I know it's partially to blame for that dumb kiss, the timing is obvious but... Nick thought back to the moment he was staring at the bunny at the café with that innocent smile of his, while other moments in the past few months of that occasionally happening flowed through his brain. But that feeling I had at the cafe.. It didn't just appear overnight, on rare moments when I'm with him, I've had that same sort of feeling before, but much more.. sutble. And the more I think about that feeling, about what it is..\_Images of Nick's previous partner Judy then started to pop into his head. \_It reminds me of being with Judy, that feeling of such a strong happiness in being with a person that calling it simply liking them isn't sufficient to describe it. But when the hell did it start? When did I start having this feeling in the back of my mind, or my sub-consciousness? Nick almost strained himself as he tried his best to recollect the earliest memory of this phenomenon. \_ I... I don't know.. just like with Judy it snuck up on me. But with her the feeling wasn't exactly the same as what's happening, now, it's a little different.\_ Images specifically of last night's events started to invade his thoughts again, the short and awkward drunken kiss they had and the blushed shocked face of the bunny after doing it.Even with Judy I had never once kissed her, we've hugged plenty, cuddles sometimes, and it once even got a little close to a kiss before but, it never really happened. Is that it? Am I having trouble controlling my feelings now after that kiss, like what I've been hiding so deeply has started to come to the fore front of my mind because of it. Am I really.. falling for him? Suddenly Nick felt the car stop and the engine shut off as he suddenly sat up in his seat and looked confusingly at his surroundings and then to Jack, who was already staring right at him. "Well were here." Nick blinked and didn't respond right away, he quickly looked out the window of the car to see his apartments. "But.. I live almost 30 minutes away from the theatre." Jack nodded his head at the fox. "Yep, you were just sitting there in silence for basically most of those 30 minutes. I started to figure after a while that perhaps you just wanted to head home early instead of hanging out." Nick's ears dropped down as he immediately felt bad for the way he's been acting. "I'm sorry Jack... I didn't mean to be like this I just.." Nick paused not wanting to say it as Jack sighed again giving him a soft but sad smile. "It's alright Nick, I understand. You just need a little time to yourself to I guess.. think. I don't know what's going on but, we can talk about it later." Nick could tell Jack was trying to be supportive of Nick as always despite the fact he clearly was feeling down himself from the whole situation and today. "..Jack, I-" Suddenly a faint beeping sound interrupted their conversation. The looks on both of their faces turned deadly serious as they both took out a very small receiver in their pockets, a little red dot was popping in and out at specific intervals on the device with a small sound emitting from it. The both looked at each other for a brief moment before Jack instantly started up the car again and started flooring it to the ZPD.
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Alternatively, you can join my [Patreon](https://www.patreon.com/Tayu) to get other things! \~\~\~ The beach was comparatively empty for for a Sunday morning. A few touristy families were up and playing near the shore, building castles and having a good time. A couple people were surfing, others giving or taking lessons. An older couple walked along with a metal detector, and a pair of joggers left tracks through the sand. A breeze blew in from across the ocean that kept the beach cool even as the sun shone down. A salty, sweet scent mingled with the flowers along the promenade, wafting up from the water and across the gold sand. Despite the cool breeze, Ethan's palms were sweating from anxiety and he kept testing his his claws against the wooden rail of the promenade. It was a beautiful, wooden walkway made from some red, tropical wood that had stood the test of time, and weather, for nearly half a century. Magnolias were carved along the walkway and recently been touched up with fresh paint in lovely pinks and reds. A red, clay roof covered the promenade, providing shade and shelter from the near-daily rain that would come by in a few hours. Ethan's paws squeaked as he twisted them against the polished rail. He was nervous. Excited, but nervous. The wolf had been talking with a close friend about some of his more lucrative fantasies, and after a heated talk, had decided to act upon some of them. At first Ethan had dismissed the notions as too risky, dangerous and expressed concern about the possibility of getting caught, or arrested. But as the discussion deepened, the wolf couldn't help but get more worked up at the thought, and found himself agreeing to his friend's terms. Not one to welch on a deal, or disappoint, the wolf found himself standing on the promenade in little more than a tight, blue speedo. The covered walkway was a good hundred yards or so from the beach and from this distance the wolf couldn't make out many of the current beach-goers. All the same, he still felt exposed. Ethan was a couple inches below average height, and had lighter than normal fur for a grey wolf. Very soft, cloud-colored fur with a shock of jet-black hair that didn't go past his jawline. He had amber eyes, and though not obvious, a physique that lent itself well to running. He kept his gaze forward to the ocean, watching as waves broke against the shore and the occasional surfer wiped out in the sand. The nearest family was still a good distance off and their laughter was only just audible above the waves. A sudden thunk on the wooden walkway alerted him to the presence of another person, but he didn't turn to look. Footsteps resounded off the promenade's canopy, growing louder and vibrating the wooden floor boards. The cloudy wolf broke out into a nervous sweat, breath catching in his throat as the person drew near. His sheath swelled beneath the lycra speedo in anticipation; he'd been waiting for this. The boards shook beneath his feet until the person came to a stop directly behind him. Ethan's fur stood on end and he shuddered in excitement, heart pounding in his chest. His plump sheath was pulling back as his shaft emerged into the slick material. A deep rumble stirred in the person's chest followed by a soft whicker typical of an equine. Ethan felt a hot puff of breath against the back of his neck accompanied by a snort from the horse who was leaning in close behind him. Ethan's eyes closed and he sucked in a breath, body visibly shivering in the cool air. The front of his speedo was obscenely tented in the front and a drop of pre ran down the outside of the fabric. The wolf's fur and skin prickled as if someone had ran a current of electricity through him. The horse behind him exhaled again, the hot steam rolling out against the back of his neck and over his shoulders. Ethan's mouth parted and let out a soft groan of pleasure, squeezing the railing tight, claws marring the polished surface. He didn't dare turn around, but he could picture the tall, muscled horse with chestnut colored fur. He'd known Manuel for the better part of a year now, and the horse's towered over him, and most people, by nearly a foot. Manuel was built for strength, not speed, and when those hands gripped his sides, the wolf fought back a pleasured whine. Another dribble of pre rolled down the wolf's speedo as his cock throbbed in the swimsuit. His breath came out in hurried gasps as if he'd been one of the joggers on the beach, and he was certain that he had more in them for now. The horse's strong hands traced fingertips up over Ethan's sides, brushing through the fur before smoothing it down. Manuel's hot breath poured out over the wolf's ears, each of them twitching impatiently, and he took one in his teeth, giving it a gentle tug that made the wolf's body jerk in sudden delight. Ethan's toes curled against the red wood, but other than that he stood perfectly still, chest rising and falling in a hurried pace. There were no words, and the only sound was their breath, the soft whickers from the horse, and the gentle, restrained whimpers from the wolf. Manuel's hands explored the wolf's sides, digging in lightly and rubbing into the soft fur. He pressed his blunt muzzle between the wolf's ears and inhaled slowly. Ethan's legs wobbled and he redoubled his grip on the rail, eyes darting over the beach to make sure no one was nearby. They were in plain sight of everyone, but a good ten off the ground on the walkway, and hidden in the shade, backlit by the sun. It'd be hard to make out what was going on underneath the canopy. Ethan felt those fingers slip down to the hem of his speedo, teasing just inside the edge of the fabric and running around his waist. The wolf bit his lip and and took a few quick, measured breaths through his nose, blinking away a couple beads of sweat that ran down over his eyebrow. The speedo was a design that rode low on his hips, no need for a clasp above the tail, and when the horse's fingers came to either side of the bushy limb, they tugged downwards, exposing the wolf's furry rump. The boards creaked as the horse sunk to his knees, pressing his square muzzle up under the wolf's tail to take in the heady scent. Ethan's jaw dropped open and a moan escaped his lips before he could fight it off. The horse's broad tongue pressed up against his taint, warm and wet, and traced up between the mounds of his cheeks before swiping up across the exposed pink flesh. Teeth ground together as the wolf fought to keep his composure. His sheath ached from being stretched taut over his growing knot. Pre was dribbling in a constant stream across the inside, and outside, of his speedo. Another swipe from taint to tailbase drew a soft grunt from his lips. The horse's tongue was applying pressure to his hole with each pass, dipping in harder and harder until one pass sunk the slippery appendage into his passage. Ethan's eyes watered as he squeezed them shut, teeth grinding down on his lip in concentration. Manuel's tongue twisted and swirled around his insides, thrusting in and out in gentle motions. It pressed in all the right places, milking the canine's prostate of more cloudy pre. The wolf's heart felt like a bass drum on max volume. It pounded and thumped in his chest, blood boiling with excitement. A few minutes later, but all too soon, the tongue slipped from his hole and the horse stood back up. Ethan could hear the wet noise of lips sucking at fingers, wetting them, and then two pressed against his slick entrance before pushing in, parting the way. Ethan's muzzle parted and he cried out at the intrusion. Despite the slick stretching from the horse's tongue, those fingers were thick, and two of them were wider than some people he'd taken before. Manuel let out a soft grumble of dominance and leaned against the wolf's back, biting one of the wolf's twitching ears. The horse's chest felt like fire on his cool back. His muscles tensed and his passage squeezed those thick fingers as they pressed into him, pushing on his prostate and scissoring open to stretch the wolf's passage. Ethan tried to control his breathing, staring off at the beach as his passage was invaded by the horse's probing digits. Sweat trickled down his back, chest, and brow from the intense emotions welling inside him. He nearly came when the horse's second paw ran across his hips and over the front of his wet speedo. Manuel chuckled and pressed his lips to one of the wolf's ears, a basso voice rolling out sensuously. "I thought you said you were going to be too nervous about being in public to be worked up. You feel like you could shoot your load any moment... and with everyone watching" Ethan's throat felt dry and his eyes crossed for a moment when the horse's paw squeezed on the swell of his knot that was still trapped by sheath and lycra. "I.. there, uh, there's... no one is watching," he whispered quietly, coming out scratchy and full of desire. Manuel's fingers thrust in and out of the wolf's passage and he pushed a third in with the others, earning a whimper from the canine. "How do you know? You can't keep an eye on them all, and your concentration is limited to keeping yourself under control," he growled, blunt teeth nipping at the wolf's neck. "What would evolution say? The predator getting manhandled by a prey animal in plain view for everyone to see," the horse said, squeezing down over the wolf's trapped passage, pre rolling over his fingers on the outside of the skimpy trunks. Ethan whimpered and his knees knocked together before he caught himself, locking himself in a standing position to keep himself upright. "N-no, I'm just-" "Just what?" "Just," the wolf swallowed, taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. It was difficult to focus on anything with those thick digits prodding inside him. "Just... uh," Manuel laughed quietly, pulling his fingers back from Ethan's tailhole, giving his rump a firm swat. "You don't even know. You can't even think straight right now." There was a light rustling of clothing from behind the wolf, and Ethan's ears pricked up, wondering what his friend's current state of dress was; if he was in an equally shameful speedo on the beach. That mattered little in the next moment as the broad head of the horse's shaft pressed against the wolf's hole, teasing against it until it parted to allow access. With no lube, the horse's shaft relied on the sloppy rimjob and the horse's pre. It was enough that the accommodation was only momentarily painful. Ethan's jaw parted in an inaudible gasp and then gnashed back together, jaw set in a grimace. Manuel was bigger than all but a few of his toys and that knob of a head pushed into him, inch after inch stretching his muscled ring. His cock didn't faltered one bit, still hard and drooling profusely in the open. The horse moved one paw to grip Ethan's shoulder, holding him steady, while the other tugged up on the fluffy, light grey tail. Ethan could feel the horse's gaze watching as inches of horse meat pushed inside his full hole. The medial ring past the halfway point snagged at Ethan's ring before it, too, pushed inside. Ethan's body was alight with a range of emotions, chief among them desire. When Manuel's arms wrapped around his chest, squeezing him close, the wolf nearly collapsed in those arms. The base of the horse's sheath pressed up against the back of his tailhole and speedo, lodged deep inside while everyone played and exercised on on the sand and in the water. Manuel's strong, chestnut-colored arms reached down, hands gripping onto the railing next to the wolf's paws. He had to bend his knees to make up for the difference in height as he pulled back from the wolf's passage. The first thrust made Ethan gasp and whine, claws digging at the rail. Manuel always took some warming up to. The horse's hips churned like the piston of a powerful engine, pulling back before rocking forward to dive that shaft back inside. A few of these thrusts came after the first, and the last forced the wolf up onto his tiptoes as it pressed deep within him. Ethan's eyes watered from a swirling sensation of pain and pleasure, though his cock was the deciding vote in the matter. A heavy throb between his legs and then the sound of something heavy and wet hitting wood. Ethan's cock bounced and spat rope after rope of sticky cum through the thin fabric, leaving a substantial mess on the floor of the promenade. Cum drooled messily into the speedo as each successive burst came weaker and weaker. Tears ran down the wolf's cheeks in an overwhelming sense of emotion, all positive, and his passage squeezed and milked at the large horse's shaft. Manuel's chest rumbled approvingly and he bucked upwards over and over, forcing the wolf on his toes, the occasional thrust strong enough to lift the wolf clear off his feet. With his insides squeezing and quivering around the horse's meat, the equine felt even larger than before. That thick shaft did its best to rearrange his insides, dripping pre along the way to keep things in lubed. Ethan whined as the overstimulation started to get to him. His prostate was constantly mashed down by the horse's cock and his own was still oozing the last dregs of seed to matt down the fur around his crotch. Manuel's chest rumbled approvingly and a couple whickers caught Ethan's ear. He could feel the horse's shaft flaring beneath his tail, stretching his passage wider as it dragged back and forth. A hard thrust forced the wolf's body against the rail and the horse snarled in fierce pleasure, cock throbbing hard beneath the wolf's upturned tail. Ethan could feel liquid fire spreading through his insides, coating him liberally and dribbling back out from around the thick member. Manuel's hips gave a few weaker humps, displacing more of his seed as he did so. Ethan could feel the small rivers running down from his passage and down the inside of his thighs. He moaned in wanton need, clenching down on the pulsing shaft, feeling it expand as loads of thick cream traveled up through it. Ethan's body fell the rail and he panted openly against his arms, chest heaving from exertion, even if he wasn't the one doing the work. Manuel snorted hotly against the wolf's ears, holding himself deep within the wolf's walls before he pulled back, thick flare tugging at the wolf's insides before popping free. Cum slopped out of Ethan's passage, running down the inside of his thighs and matting down his fur. He squeezed himself shut and shuddered, picturing the horse's virulent load soaking the back of his speedo as Ethan tugged the fabric back in place. The horse gripped one of Ethan's shoulders and pulled him down, to the ground. Ethan felt like he had no strength left to him and his knees hit the splattered wood, slowly turning around to face the beast of a horse. Manuel's cock was half hard and a thick strand of cum dangled from his flared head. The wolf's eyes watched it swing back and forth before one of the horse's hands grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him in close. Cum smeared into the wolf's muzzle as Manuel forced him to nuzzle against his wet shaft. Ethan moaned and his tongue darted out to tease at the thick shaft that was inside him, cheeks red from embarrassment. "Mmm, always love how tight you are," the horse grumbled, scritching over the back of the horse's head as his cock softened and began to shrink. The massive length pulled back up until it disappeared into the horse's sheath, and Ethan's muzzle continued nuzzling and licking at the heavy, leathery pouch. "Come on, let's head down to the beach," Manuel said, tugging his red speedo up into place and taking a step back from the wolf. Ethan's head swam and he blinked up at the horse, cheeks still red. "Wh-what? Down there? I'm a mess!" Manuel gripped hard on the wolf's arm and pulled him to his feet with little effort. "It wasn't a suggestion. Now come on," the horse said, turning and shoving the wolf towards where one of the stairs down was. Ethan whimpered submissively, tail darting back and forth as he began walking; cum was still dripping from his sore hole and a glance down showed quite the mess down the front of his speedo and along his legs. Manuel wasn't cruel enough to walk him towards any of the families enjoying their morning beach fun, but there was a spot a bit down the shore where a large umbrella had been set up and towel laid out along the sand. Ethan had seen the large umbrella in the distance from where he'd been standing, but didn't realize it was something the horse had set up an hour or so earlier. The horse lay on his back in the sun, umbrella shielding them from view from anyone behind, and most people at their sides. Other than that, they were in plain view of anyone who walked down close to the shore, or anyone in the water. Ethan glanced back at the water, then to the towel. "I'm kind of a mess... should I rinse off real qu-" "Lay down," the horse growled, patting the towel at his side. Ethan ducked under the towel and lay down on his back, head rolled to the side to look up at the horse. Already his sheath had plumped up at the thought of what else they might do. Manuel's eyes watched a jogger run close to the shore, maybe ten yards in front of where they lay. The woman hadn't even looked their way, and the horse grinned, watching her pass by until she was out of their immediate sight. The horse wrapped an arm around the wolf's shoulders and pulled him to a hug at his side. "Mmm, see? We're practically all alone," he said, nipping at one of the wolf's grew ears. Ethan's eyes closed for a few seconds, taking a few calming breaths. His paw rest on the horse's chest, rubbing in small circles down to his stomach and back up. Manuel's chest rumbled in appreciation and he propped his head up on his arms, letting the wolf explore. Even as empty as the beach was, though, they couldn't afford to spend too much time out in the open like this. Ethan's blush returned in full force from earlier as one of the horse's hands grabbed his paw, guiding it down until it was pressed against the front of the horse's speedo. The wolf's eyes were locked on the red fabric as his fingers moved on their own accord. He traced the heavy pouch that held that monster shaft inside. Fingers explored down and over the round orbs that had just unloaded deep inside him and he could feel his own shaft pulse in the blue fabric of his speedo, ready for attention once more. The horse's sheath thickened and his mottled shaft began to spill out against the red fabric, giving the wolf more to play with. "What if someone walks by?" he asked, glancing back up at the horse. Manuel just shrugged, head laying back on his arms without a care in the world. "Not like they'd really take time out of their day to go tell on us," he said. "The quicker you get me off, too, the sooner we get out of danger," he teased. Ethan's cheeks heated at those words and he looked back at the horse's speedo. The flaccid cock was visible through the ever-stretching fabric and the wolf's paw squeezed along the trapped length, feeling it pulse and stiffen under his pads. It was time for him to make a move, though. The wolf squeezed the horse's trapped member once more, watching as it throbbed and lifted the speedo up away from his body. Ethan hooked a finger on the edge and tugged down, breath catching in his chest as the girthy shaft flopped out against Manuel's chest. The horse's chest rumbled approvingly and he lifted his hips to help the wolf tug those speedos halfway down his thighs for better access. Blood pumped into the length and it stiffed atop Manuel's chest, pre beading at the tip. Ethan leaned in and swiped his tongue across the horse's slit, getting that rich, slightly bitter taste of what would come. His paw stroked up along the spire of flesh, barely able to touch fingers around it at the base. It angled perfectly towards his muzzle and he held the mushroomed head to his lips, tongue flicking out and tracing over the ridge that would flare near the end. Manuel watched with an seemingly unamused expression as the wolf made out with the head of his cock. Pre welled at the tip, but was swept away by an eager tongue the moment it was visible. The wolf parted his lips to start sliding his muzzle down the thick length, not even able to reach the medial ring as it began to press at the back of his throat. Laying on his side was making it difficult, so he turned his body until he came up in a kneeling position next to the horse's body. His canine cock drooled into his speedo, adding to the matted fur and musky load that was still wet. One of Manuel's paws snaked from behind his head to between the wolf's legs, and tugged the edge of his speedo aside, freeing the wolf's cock to the open for the first time since they'd been out. Cum slopped free and onto the towel and the dog's cock bobbed in the open air, knot beginning to stretch his grey sheath once more. The horse's fingers gripped the furry holder and gave a sharp tug down, freeing the swelling bulb and squeezing around it. Ethan had been lowering his muzzle further along Manuel's cock when he'd been freed from the confines of his speedo. He couldn't hold back the gasp of surprise as his knot was suddenly squeezed. Manuel took advantage of the situation and bucked his hips up into the wolf's muzzle, his medial ring pushing just past the wolf's lips. Ethan gagged and his hips jerked at the sudden tactile attention to his shaft, but he didn't pull back from the cock wedged between his lips. The horse's paw stroked over the wolf's shaft, pinching the tapered tip and chuckling as pre soaked his fingers. "Made quite the mess back there... both of us," he muttered, tracing his fingers down the wolf's shaft, knot, and then slid a finger up behind the wolf's balls to sink into the stretched pucker. Cum oozed from Ethan's passage and he moaned around the horse cock he was bobbing on. Pre sprinkled down onto the towel from his shaft and the horse's seed set his taste buds on fire. Every Time the horse's chest rumbled he could feel the vibrations through the meat between his lips, shortly accompanied by a needy pulse. Manuel was huge, quick to reload, but the wolf had been with him enough times to know just how to set the large beast off. There was something alluring about the public setting that helped in his favor and as he bobbed back and forth, fingers tugging at the thick ring, he could feel the mushroom head flaring in his maw. His knot engorged to the size of a small fist and the horse's paw, though large, barely fit around it. Manuel tugged and jerked at the wolf's shaft, whickering and snorting as his orgasm reached its peak. The sounds Manuel was making put the wolf on edge and his paws falter as they jerked the thick cock. He felt his orgasm approaching like a speeding bullet and then smashed into a steel wall. His balls had drawn up, cock throbbed needily, but the horse's paw had squeezed down like a vice behind his knot and around the base of his balls preventing him from cumming. The wolf pulled off of the horse's cock with a pained cry of denied relief, the flared head flaring in front of his face, forgotten. Ethan's hips jerked to try and find some sort of release at the hands of the horse, but already he could feel the sensation ebbing away. There was no time to complain or speak out as a thick blast of horse seed splattered over the bridge of his muzzle, soaking into his fur. Manuel groaned and arched his hips, humping up into the air as he came hard. Ropes of pearly white seed spider-webbed over the wolf's face and chest where he knelt over the horse. Thick and white as glue, it made quite the mess of the wolf's face who just whined pitifully, accepting his fate. Ethan's cock bobbed uselessly in the horse's grip and he twitched and humped against Manuel's paw before the horse pulled his paw free, sighing happily. The dog's member pulsed and dribbled a small drop of cum, but his orgasm had backed off. "Mmf, the sounds you make when denied," the horse said, body shuddering as he let out a low chuckle. "Damn, I could get off to that every time," Ethan carefully sat up in a kneeling position, cum rolling down his face and neck. Wiping uselessly at his face he managed to smear enough of it against his face and muzzle to be able to safely open his eyes. He looked down to his knotted, angry cock and huffed. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked, unable to keep a whine from the sentence. Manuel grinned and used the towel to clean up a few drops of his own seed that had landed on his chest and stomach. "Oh, I have just the thing for ya," Ten minutes later the wolf's shaft hadn't shrunk at all. It bulged obscenely at his blue speedo as they walked back along the promenade. Manuel hadn't let him wash off in the ocean, so his face was still a mess of sticky semen and matted fur that would be obvious if anyone looked closely. More people were arriving at the beach since they'd come down from the walkway and Ethan's anxiety was creeping back up. The horse didn't take any notice of it and walked with an air of confidence that couldn't be faked by the wolf if he'd tried. The dunes that ran along in front of the promenade had scattered beach chairs for relaxing and a few women in bikinis were laying down to get some sun before it got too crowded or the rain came. The rest of the wolf's body that wasn't already jutting up from his crotch stiffened and he shied away to the horse's side as they walked directly past the oblivious women. Both had headphones in, sunglasses on, and probably wouldn't have noticed if a gun went off. Only two chairs over from the women the horse carefully eased the wolf down onto his stomach on one of the low chairs. Ethan's face hung off the end of the chair and his cock strained against the flexible, plastic slats. "What are we doing here?" Ethan asked, rolling his head to look at the horse, frowning in concern. Manuel knelt at his side, both paws pushing the wolf firm against the chair, fingers kneading into his back and sides. "Oh, just... going to give you a massage," he said, grinning and winking back at the wolf. Ethan let out a soft moan as those fingers worked a spot on his lower back, cheeks turning red. "Here? But... we're way way more out in the open," he hissed, glancing up and around. Aside from the two women a couple chairs over, they were near the stairs where people were starting to come up and down from the walkway. "Then I guess you better keep quiet and let me work," the horse said, hooking fingers on the wolf's speedo and tugging it down low enough to free the desperate shaft, and his used hole. Ethan's face heated up and he shifted around to look beneath the chair. There was just enough sand piled up on the side opposite of Manuel that it would be very difficult to see his canine member hanging down between the straps and dripping onto the sand. From this vantage point, too, he could see that Manuel had tugged his own speedo down beneath his heavy sac. The wolf was about to protest that they were still too exposed, but the horse's rubbing paws ran down over the small of his back, the curve of his ass, and a finger slid beneath his tail, pressing in deep. Ethan had to bite down on one of his wrists to hold back the moan that traveled up his throat. His cock bobbed in the open, a clear line of pre connecting the tip of his tapered shaft to the gold sand below. He could see the horse's cock dropping free of his sheath and the horse made sure to keep his hips against the slats so he'd remain hidden beneath the beach chair. "Get one of your hands down here," the horse said, looking around at the nearby beach-goers. Ethan didn't have much say in the matter as one of his arms was pulled to his side, and his paw was pushed through the plastic slats. Through the chair he was able to wrap a paw around the horse's cock as it stiffened in the imagined privacy under the chair. The wolf wasn't able to do much more than rotate his wrist and jerk lightly at the horse's cock while his own dribbled helplessly. Manuel rocked his hips lightly, thrusting into the wolf's grip as one of his paws kept up appearances by stroking over the wolf's back and shoulders. The other paw made small circles near the wolf's ass, finger dipping deep into the wolf's passage, pressing against his tender spots, before drawing back out. Ethan's passage barely had time to close up before the horse's fingers spread him open again and his tail was the only thing keeping the mess of runny cum from being seen by anyone who might walk by. The horse's cock occasionally bumped his own and Ethan could only watch as the thick length slid back and forth between his fingers. His own cock strained to hump into something, for any kind of attention, but even trying to rock his hips did nothing except make it bob and sway. Manuel's paws were starting to pick up speed. Even he had some reservations about the openness of their play with people starting to arrive at the beach, but he was determined to get the wolf off before they left. Two fingers pressed into the wolf's hole, pressing on those sensitive areas to milk another muffled whimper from the wolf's lips. Ethan squeezed at the horse's shaft, passage clamping down on the fingers whenever they'd dig into him. The rush was building again and his balls ached from their previously held-off load. Tears ran from his cheeks, eyes watering as the pleasure stacked higher. Those fingers weren't leaving his passage now and his tail had started flick back and forth in anticipation, hips rocking against the chair, humping fruitlessly at the air for relief. The light breeze that went beneath the chair tingled and tortured him. He wouldn't be denied this impending release. Manuel's chest heaved with excitement as he continued finger fucking his friend in plain view of anyone who decided to pay attention. The head of his cock was flaring once more, tail flagging to signal his rising need. They had to remain quiet, though, otherwise someone might see. The equine's thrusts had gained a bit of momentum and he was thrusting into the wolf's paw beneath the chair in long, deliberate motions. All the while, his fingers pushed in and out of the wolf's ass, hand now covered in his own seed that had been leaking out. Ethan's teeth nearly broke the skin on his arm as he finally came. He released his arm and cried out into the air, cock throbbing beneath the chair and slinging strands of cum against the sand and up along the underside of the plastic slats. His body shook, paw squeezed down, and he managed to bite back down on his arm as he rode out the rest of his much-needed climax, whimpering and crying out the whole way. Manuel's choked back a low whinny as he came for the third time that morning, a much less potent load splashing into the soft sand under the chair. His fingers slid from the wolf's ass and tugged that speedo back up in the back, head whipping side to side to see if anyone had noticed the wolf's cry. The horse saw one of the women behind them leaning up from her chair and looking over with a suspicious look on her face. Her face was impossible to read from behind the sunglasses. Ethan, unaware of the woman's prying eyes, chose that moment to lean up and pull his cock back through the plastic slats of the chair. His engorged knock tugged at the strips before pulling through, a weak spurt of cum dripping onto the white plastic before the wolf stuffed himself hastily back into his speedo. Ethan looked up to the horse, heart racing from his orgasm and the thrill of where they were, and he followed Manuel's gaze to the tigress lying two chairs over. Her muzzle was parted open in disbelief, and the wolf began to panic. Ethan wasn't entirely certain how they'd gotten back to the other side of promenade so quickly. He'd practically jumped off from the chair and bolted to the stairs, Manuel on his heels. Running had been the worst thing to do to detract from the attention, but if anyone else had seen the bulges in either speedo, or the cum covering most of the wolf's front, they didn't say anything. Ethan kept running until they were a quarter mile down the walkway near one of the parking lots. His chest was thumping, though mostly from the sprint instead of the panic that made him flee. Manuel clapped him on a shoulder, shaking his head and laughing between pants. "I don't think she was going to say anything... but damn. The look of shock on her face," "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," the wolf said, punching the horse in the arm. "Hey, if you had kept quiet," the horse teased, ruffling the wolf's hair. "And come on, admit it, when was the last time you came that hard," he asked. Ethan glowered at the horse but couldn't find an argument against him. "That's not the point," he said, trying to find an argument. "Yeah yeah, how about we go wash off in the ocean? It'll be kind of private down there, too, maybe a bit more fun...?" he suggested, a grin turning his lips up at the edges to touch his eyes. The wolf was about to snap back a resolute no, but his knotted cock pulsed in his speedo. He set his jaw in a defiant look, teeth bared. "Maybe," he allowed. There was no use in trying to hold back the smile that took over as the horse clapped his shoulder and started leading him back down the promenade to the ocean.
Commission: Hyperization by teroyugi	Commission for kardukk on furaffinity If you are interested in getting a story of your on Note for details on a commission. Comments are appreciated. - A kobold was running for his life as pursuers hidden behind black uniforms and masks chased after him with their guns drawn. One of them fired but	[ "Adventure", "Gay", "Muscle Growth", "Muscles", "Reptile", "Sci-Fi", "Sex" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151189-commission-hyperization	A kobold was running for his life as pursuers hidden behind black uniforms and masks chased after him with their guns drawn. One of them fired but the shot landed on Kardukk's right shoulder armor. He contemplated fighting them but a pair of shoulder armor, vambraces and greaves made out of iron wasn't going to win him any fights. Not to mention the small reptile was only three feet tall. The corridor he ran seemed endless and mad as it was bathed in an eerie red glow. With fatigue setting in his speed began to falter. Beads of sweat trailed down his grey scales from his head to his back. But then his blue eyes sparkled as a door was just in sight. Kardukk beat his white scaled chest to empower himself to run faster, yet it was all for naught. Something hit him on the back of his neck, rendering him almost paralyzed. There was just enough energy left in him to turn and note the dart. Kardukk collapsed, unconscious. The lighting in the room then returned to normal as the guards aimed their weapons at the creature. A menacing dragon wearing a gas mask and a pair of camouflage pants then cut through the group and approached the now unconscious prey. He was enormous in stature, towering over all the guards at seven tall. His bare front white chest drew the attention of every fur present. He bent down and examined the captured target, the golden scales that ran down his wide, muscular back and his bulging arms glistened under the florescent lights. He pointed to one of the guards behind him, "Take him to the cell, and prep him for the professor," the dragon said in his muffled voice. The one guard saluted, "Right away Commander Soamur." As the hulking dragon walked off, the unconscious prisoner slipped into a dream. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Deep underground behind five layers of steel doors locked with a complex encryption was a massive laboratory that doubled as the private quarters of the base's researcher, Lowius. The room was divided into two sections; one side held the laboratory where all of Lowius's research was conducted, the other was his bedroom with shelves of books for him to pass the time. As the commotion a few floors up was going on the olive green alien was enjoying his many books. He was dressed in his usual white lab coat with holes for his protruding white and smaller yellow spikes along his back and a pair of long blue pants. His broad muscular pectorals were exposed to the world to see since he never wore anything under his coat. In his right hand he had Mysterious Worlds and How to Get There, on his left he was rereading Magical Doodads all while his second pair of hands below were busy piping a concentrated acid onto a piece of golden scale. Thanks to his four eyes splitting his concentration between jobs was a simple task. The sound of the doors behind him opening pulled his attention away from his work. Setting the books down on his table Lowius turned to face his guest. "Soamur..." Lowius had to fight his urge to let out a tsk. "Professor," the dragon looked down at the shorter alien, "I have your next assignment. You are to proceed with the next phase of the DNA mutation program." Up close the differences in their power was obvious, Lowius though physically fit with some muscularity was still smaller compared to the commander. "What? The next phase involves real living beings. The theoretical analysis is still under way; I can't ethically allow you to accelerate the process. We don't know what will happen," Lowius angrily protested. The commander's nostrils flared, "Might I remind you that the one funding your little tests is the Republic. And the reason you live to breathe another day is because I so graciously as one of the greatest commanders of the Republic will it." Each sentence was punctuated with the commander stepping closer and closer to the professor until the smaller creature was backed up against his desk. "I...I can't. This is wrong," Lowius said softly. Soamur's face darkened. With a snap of his fingers the professor was brought to his knees, his body shaking in pain as the invisible collar on his neck blasted him with a powerful electric shock. A menacing smile grew on the dragon's face as he watched the professor suffer. "I trust you will do your best then. Your little guinea pig is on the way." Squirming on the floor, rage filled Lowius's mind as the commander walked off. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Five days passed since that painful meeting. The test subject that was brought in was identified as a kobold. Tubes filled with life sustaining chemicals were attached to the subject's arms and thighs while he remained bound and unconscious on the operating table. To the right of the table was Lowius still racking his brain over the serum he was working on. He had been cursing at his computer every time the simulation failed. There was just no way to make the super soldier serum work. Slouching over his notes Lowius was just about to give up when Soamur entered. "What do you want?" Lowius asked without turning his back. "I see our little trespasser is still in one piece after the serum," Soamur said. "He hasn't been administered the serum. I ran some tests, and there is no way it will work." Soamur scoffed at the professor's reluctance to do as he was told. "Now how can you be so sure of that if you didn't really test it?" The commander placed his scaly hands on the professor's shoulders. Lowius's pupils dilated, a sense of dread gripped his heart. That was what Soamur was known for, the ability to inject fear into anyone with just his words. "N-no need. I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to let him die for no reason." The dragon's fingers dug deep into Lowius's shoulders causing the alien to flinch. "Your words are hollow professor. You know your curious nature begs you to do it. All you need is a little push in the right direction," Soamur whispered into the alien's right ear. Everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Lowius watched petrified as the commander's right arm reached for his keyboard and entered the instructions to pump the serum into the subject. His computer screen began flashing red. Back at the dissecting table the pumps that fed the kobold was pumping a mysterious orange liquid. Lowius quickly ran out of his chair to tend to the patient spasming out of control all while the wicked dragon laughed maniacally at the professor's suffering. Turning to leave, Soamur left with one message, "I expect a report soon professor. Have... fun." \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The situation was dire. Lowius was frantically looking left and right for some tool to help him save the tortured kobold. His test subject was twisting and turning his body, trying to break free from the restraints holding his hands and feet down. It looked like it was doing more harm than good. What made it worse was listening to the harrowing screams and spine tingling growls coming from the tortured soul. Only one solution came to mind, the healing tube. Lowius pressed the red button hidden underneath the dissecting table the table rose and flipped itself until the kobold was upright. A huge oval shaped contraption held by two metal poles descended from the ceiling. The dark blue tubes surrounding the contraption began to glow and hum as a glass barrier extended from behind the table and encircled the subject. His restraints and the life sustaining tubes retracted back behind the chair. Both the glass and table then combined to form a chamber. Mysterious light green liquid quickly poured from the contraption and in seconds the chamber was filled to the brim with the solution. Miraculously, the wounds left from the tubes healed in a blink of an eye. Seeing the subject's body calm down filled Lowius with relief, he slumped backwards into his chair. In just ten minutes he felt himself lose ten years of his life. Just as he thought it was all over the corner of his eyes caught sight of a flickering shadow from the tube. Lowius's eyes widened when he realized the serum he administered triggered the transformation. He watched the kobold's head inching towards to the top of the tube as he grew taller by the minute abandoning his dwarfish form. His limbs grew longer and ballooned with muscle. The subject's arms expanded gradually. First a noticeable bulge in his bicep formed, no bigger than one or two tennis balls. Slowly the peak of his bicep rose with several veins snaking across them. His triceps and deltoids followed suit, doubling in size, making the kobold's whole arm look like someone stuffed a bowling ball inside it. After five minutes Kardukk's arms were touching the base of the tube and were still growing in width. His flat chest then began to extend outwards and curve into two small hills of muscle. As his pecs grew denser deep striations began to form across his chest. Simultaneously his shoulders widened apart and his traps began to thicken. It looked like his head was about to be swallowed whole by his own traps as his pecs pushed his chin upwards, but then the growth began to even out as his form grew taller until his head bumped on the roof of the seven foot tall tube. A sharp screech then emanated from the back of the kobold as a white four sided white mace which grew on the tip of his curly tail was now rubbing against the glass. Inside the tube, Kardukk was aware of every change happening to him. Every fiber of muscle in the kobold's body pulsated with energy. Slowly, his mind was overtaken by the growth, he wanted more and he needed to be bigger! As if powered by his very will the warm glow of the growth intensified in heat. There were two things the professor could have done: he could have run out to call for help or he could have programmed the tube to terminate the specimen, but he did neither and just watched from his seat - powerless. All the while a very noticeable bulge began to form inside the alien's pants. Next, the bottom half of the kobold started twitching as the growth continued. His once soft belly was replaced by an eight pack wall of abs. Still the most jaw dropping sight was the kobold's widening thighs and calves, thighs that looked like they could crush a metal cube between them with one squeeze, and beefy calves large enough to balance weights on them. All logic was thrown out the window, as the professor rushed towards the tube and pressed his snout against the glass to take in his greatest creation's glorious ascension into power. Then came the 'third leg', the kobold's soft member hardened and began to elongate up his abdomen nearly reaching his torso. His modest orbs dangling beneath his shaft grew the least, inflating to the size of melons. "Ah hell," Lowius exclaimed as he noticed cracks forming around the tube. Just as he got onto his feet, the tube exploded with a loud crack followed by the thunderous roar from the creature it once contained. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Lying on his stomach Lowius thanked the stars that none of the glass shards punctured him. Unfortunately, his clothes were soaking wet from the green substance. A massive shadow then rose and loomed over him, before he could even get up Lowius was tugged backwards by his lab collar. The alien gasped when he felt his back slam against something squishy. Craning his neck upwards he made the mistake of opening his mouth in shock as he saw an immense meaty dick, the hard member leaked a dollop of pre that splattered all over Lowius's face. He didn't want to admit it but the warm musky solution felt good against his skin, his two toned cock throbbed as he licked some of the pre off his mouth. Completely distracted the now aroused scientist was hoisted off the ground and turned over by a pair of powerful arms. Clearing his face Lowius stared eye to eye with a very angry looking kobold. It was a sight to behold as the kobold stood at his full height, his horns almost brushing against the ceiling. "Now, now we can talk about this. The uhhh growth potential of your unique cells must have been accelerated by the healing tube and-" Kardukk interrupted with a loud grunt. The professor didn't get a chance to completely register what the kobold wanted before the huge muscle bound creature pulled him close for a deep kiss. It was a mind numbing experience, the way the kobold's enlarged tongue invaded his mouth, Lowius could feel it inching deeper down his throat. Pressing his hands against Kardukk's hard shoulders Lowius pulled himself back to get more comfortable. Now, he was ready. Using his quartet of tongues the alien struggled to wrap them around the expansive organ. But it didn't matter, their kiss was hot, he could taste the kobold inside him and he wanted more. Never before had he been overpowered so fiercely and passionately. As they kissed Kardukk started undressing his little friend, delicately removing his lab coat with his massive hands and chucking them onto the Lowius's table. When the kiss broke, Lowius slumped forward half naked and hugged the kobold's bulging pecs, panting heavily. The kobold's cock smacked Lowius on the back right above his firm buttocks. Though feeling drained the sexually hungry beast gave the alien no time for respite. Kardukk started flexing his pecs, squeezing the smaller alien's head between his beefy pectorals. Lowius let out a muffled groan as he was lost in the excitement and power of his muscular partner. Taking the opportunity to indulge himself Lowius licked the kobold's cleavage and freely explored the broad chest with his hands. The muscle bound kobold groaned heavily. A mere brush from the professor's skilled hands sent electricity down Kardukk's spine, his throbbing member drooling with pre along his shaft. Lowius's boner pressed close against Kardukk's abs all the while leaking copious amounts of pre through his pants. It was both stimulating and annoying at the same time to have his hard member restrained by his clothes. Unable to hold back anymore, Lowius started unbuckling his belt. But the kobold had a faster solution. He grabbed the professor's pants and ripped them in half like a piece of paper. Finally freed from its cotton prison, Lowius's cock slapped against Kardukk's abs with a wet thud. Its blue tip glistened under the white lights thanks to the fountain of pre gushing from his cock. The bright red color that stretched from the middle of his shaft to its base gave the illusion that he was about to erupt anytime soon. Kardukk smirked at the sight of the alien's smaller dick, his ego growing. Fueled by lust Kardukk pushed Lowius closer and higher until the professor's colorful penis rubbed the kobold's pec cleavage. Like a pet begging for a treat, Kardukk guided Lowius by pushing him gently on the back, letting his cock slide in and out between the kobold's pecs. Lowius quickly picked up on what the bigger creature wanted. He grabbed onto Kardukk's mammoth shoulders and started gyrating his hips. His pre soaked cock was a blur, fucking Kardukk's pecs intensely. Never before had Lowius experience such powerful muscles, the way Kardukk clenched his cock with a simple flex. Just when he felt the pressure in his cock building up, yearning for release the kobold relaxed his pecs and playfully bounce them. "Oh you naughty beast," Lowius said, his cock still throbbing but the need to cum was subsiding. Not wanting to be outdone he slid down Kardukk's abs until his snout was facing the kobold's hard member. Holding the heavy pair of orbs with his lower hands felt so surreal yet so pleasurable. The other pair of hands of his daringly rubbed the kobold's abs. His burning desire to pleasure the kobold stripped him of his restraints as he buried his nose deep in the musky sack that held the muscle beast's testicles. The scent of sweat and musk mixed together was an orgasm to the senses. With his tongues he started lapping Kardukk's balls. Lowius enjoyed the struggle of worshipping the enormity of the kobold's balls. Moving his snout up, his tongues wrapped around the hard veiny shaft, licking it like he would a popsicle, running his tongues up and down the meat pole leisurely to savor the salty taste. Kardukk threw his head back purring. The mad scientist really knew how to worship a cock. When his partner reached for his bright pink dickhead with the kobold's whole body tensed. His cock erupted with pre all over Lowius's face. Still the alien kept going as he plunged two of his tongues into the exposed urethra, causing Kardukk to jerk and flex his upper body. With his other two tongues Lowius wrapped them along Kardukk's cock and proceeded to suck him off. It was a struggle to fit the entire member in his mouth, like he was trying to consume an extra-large salami in one go. But the alien quickly got used to the thick dick filling his mouth. He was like a vacuum sucking every drop of pre leaking from the tip while exploring the tickling the inside of the kobold's member. As his grunts grew heavier Kardukk decided to turn the tables in his favor. With one hand he pulled the scientist off his cock, leaving a trail of saliva connecting the alien's mouth and his hard dick. Flipping him over till his ass faced the kobold Kardukk brought the professor's tender bottom close to his face and started rimming him. His extensive tongue plunged deep into the crevice of Lowius's stone hard butt cheeks, sending tremors up the professor's spine. Despite the size of his tongue the kobold worked it like magic, licking the outer ting of the alien's hole to tease him before sinking deep to turn the alien into putty. Pre dripped from Lowius's cock all over Kardukk's chest again. Seeing his window of opportunity the kobold pulled out of the professor's hole and raised Lowius' butt high above his head and suckled the alien's twitching cock. His large mouth made it easy to take in Lowius' cock in its entirety and his dangling scrotum. Just like the professor, the massive kobold relished the taste of the alien's manhood. If someone were to watch the two in action at that moment it would look more like the kobold was milking the professor for every drop of sustenance his cock can muster. Thrice did Lowius come close to blowing his load in Kardukk's mouth, but he did not want to lose to the titan. "Slow...slow down... you're going to make me-" Lowius said softly with his tongues drooping from his mouth. Kardukk replied with a deep chuckle before releasing the professor's private parts. The naked scientist looked sexier than ever with strings of sticky saliva and pre covering his ass and cock. "Must fuck," Kardukk said in a deep voice. The kobold pulled Lowius off of him and pinned him on his back between his mighty thighs. Lowius's snout was pressed against the cool lab floor by just two fingers, his plump posterior pointed upwards towards the kobold's raging boner. Looking down pass his puffy pectorals Kardukk was enjoying his view. After wetting his index and forefinger with a quick wet lick of his tongue the kobold rubbed around the rim of Lowius's hole. The usually composed scientist let out a heavy moan, his claws ran along the floor leaving visible scratch marks. Watching his former captor squirm from such a light touch excited the Herculean creature. Kardukk pushed his fingers into Lowius's tight hole, with every inch he shoved into him the alien gasped and howl. Once both digits had impaled Kardukk's plaything the kobold started pumping his hole, finger fucking the professor with increasing ferocity. "Faster... faster!" Lowius begged. Kardukk licking his lips was more than happy to comply. At one point his fingers brushed against Lowius's prostate making the professor yell out at the top of his lungs. Lowius's cock spewed ropes of pre all over the floor, some of the goo even landed on his stomach. Confident that his little fuck buddy was ready Kardukk pulled out his fingers with an audible pop. The kobold pulled Lowius' ass closer to his dick. His veiny cock rubbed along the smaller creature's butt cheeks slowly. As he slid his dick along Lowius' ass Kardukk could feel the same warm glow from before - he was going to grow. Holding Lowius by the hips Kardukk thrust his dickhead into the alien's hole. Lowius howled in pain and pleasure as his hole stretched to accommodate the huge rod entering him. Feeling the pulsing cock inside him pushing against the walls of his ass and going deeper Lowius thought he was getting the ride of his life. But turning back Lowius gasped at the sight of the kobold's dick pushing him further in front. "Fuck! He's growing!" thought Lowius. This time it was different, most of the growth was concentrated in the kobold's private parts. Lowius nearly screamed when his feet were lifted off the ground and rising with the growing shaft expanding in girth and lengthening inside him. Thick veins popped along the now baseball bat sized dick, every inch it grew a bucket load of pre filled the professor's insides. While the professor was impaled on his growing cock, Kardukk was taking the chance to enjoy his own muscles. Kneading his pecs Kardukk moaned. His body felt hot from the continuing growth. All the while his balls had been expanding. Now they were as large as watermelons and still growing. The buildup of semen in his balls flooded the kobold's brain with ecstasy. His cock rose ever higher until Lowius's was looking at the ceiling, the kobold's cock must have been at least a meter long and as strong as a stack of steel pillars. "I don't think," Lowius moaned when his prostate was pressed again, "this is going to work. You're too big even for me," said Lowius. There was no reply from Kardukk. He held onto Lowius's hips once more and proceeded to lift the little guy off his cock. Just when the alien's supple butt reached the tip of the kobold's dickhead Kardukk pulled him back down, slamming him deeper. The two roared in unison at the moment of impact. Desiring nothing more but release Kardukk continued to slide the professor up and down his dick. With every pump all Lowius could do was grunt and moan. His own cock was spraying pre across the room. Once his ass got accustomed to the kobold's girth pleasure sweeter than ambrosia washed over him. Feeling his balls pulling upwards Lowius knew he wouldn't last long. Kardukk's was mercilessly slamming his meat into Lowius, fucking him faster and faster. Just as he felt a tightness in his scrotum the kobold's poundings slowed down... and then he cummed. Every fiber of his body tensed up at that moment, the veins across his muscular body popped. Lowius could literally feel the blast rising up the kobold's shaft as wave after wave of hot semen flooded his insides. The feeling of being filled by so much hot cum was heavenly. Unable to hold it back anymore, Lowius's cock erupted when the third load of cum rushed into him. White ropes of semen flew across the room and hit the wall across the professor. His brutish lover was showing no sign of stopping but there was just too much that Lowius could not hold it all in. Streams of cum began to flow out of Lowius's ass and formed a pool beneath him. After the eleventh cumshot Kardukk slumped backwards and sat leaning against the table he was once held. Lowius was able to dismount himself when the kobold's cock softened. The professor just laid in the white pool of semen that leaked out of him. His whole body felt like he had been doing cardio for a whole day. Exhausted, the two fell into a short sleep. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ When Lowius finally woke up he found himself naked on the floor but squeaky clean. "Hey!" a voice called out to him from behind. Lowius turned and saw the still huge kobold sitting against the ruins of the healing tube. "Um, err are you talking to me?" Lowius asked while pointing to himself. "No I wanted to talk to the wall behind you," Kardukk replied sarcastically. "Well I guess a whole lot of explaining is needed here-" Kardukk raised his hand up gesturing to the professor to stop. "Skip the guilt talk doc. As you and see and felt I am better than ever," the kobold bounced his pecs which caused the professor to blush a little, "my body is a little particular. Let's just say it will take more than that to hurt me." "Yeah, well it still wasn't right of me to allow it to happen. There were so many chances for me to have stopped it." Lowius lowered his head in shame. "But I promise now I will get you of here." Standing up Kardukk smiled at the remorseful researcher, "I believe you. But sadly I have to chalk this up as a failed mission." "What mission?" Lowius walked closer to the gigantic kobold. "I was supposed to get some documents about making indestructible dragon scales, but at this point I'll settle with getting somewhere safe." Lowius nodded and extended out his hand for a handshake which Kardukk happily reciprocated. "I'm Lowius by the way," the professor said. "Kardukk," the bigger kobold replied. "Nice to meet you. Now let's get out of here." The two then began concocting a plan of escape, and perhaps put an end to the madhouse they were both trapped inside. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ "Can I get someone over here in the lab. I have a corpse that needs disposing. Bring a full bodysuit, you don't want any of this stuff to get on you," Lowius said into the intercom on his desk. The bait was set. Kardukk stood by the lab door careful not to be seen while Lowius stood in front to distract whoever it was that was coming through. A soldier dressed in a bright yellow radiation suit entered the lab five minutes later but he did not get a chance to blink before a boulder like fist descended upon his head, knocking him out. Confiscating the agent of his clothes Lowius donned his attire. The suit was too big for him so it looked loose on him. Nonetheless, no one would notice as he sneaked Kardukk under a giant white tarp on a cart. Whenever a random guard would pass by Lowius would tap him on the head that was the signal for the kobold to hold his breath. If they wanted to make it out alive Kardukk had to play a very convincing corpse. Their target was the incinerator room and energy core. Both rooms were one floor apart from another. So, first Lowius dropped Kardukk in the incinerator room. As discussed earlier, behind the massive trash burner machine was a six foot tall vault door that lead to the vehicle storage bay outside. With his incredible new strength opening the door would have been a piece of cake for the kobold, but he had to wait for Lowius to join him. After dropping Kardukk off, Lowius made a mad dash to the energy core room. The heart of the entire base's operation and the only thing separating him from it was a DNA scanner. It was obvious who would have permission to such an important area. Pulling out the golden scale from before from his pocket Lowius pressed it against the scanner. A quick scan and the doors opened with a whoosh. Soamur should not have let his guard to let the professor get his hands on something so valuable. Inside, a huge black cylinder made of steel and electronics extended to the ceiling. Excitement filled his chest as the chance for freedom was so close. Upon entering the room Lowius reached for the keyboard mounted on the machine and made quick changes to its instructions. First, he deactivated the protocol that kept his collar running. A click of button here and there and a soft beeping sound came from his neck. The invisible collar revealed itself before unlocking and falling to the ground. Rubbing his throat Lowius felt immense relief to finally have the threat against his life taken away. Still it was no time to celebrate, Lowius worked fast to activate the core's self-destruct system. He chuckled at the thought that the base's own security measure against invaders would be used against them. The timer was set for 20 minutes. Lowius walked briskly back to the incinerator room, a task hard to disguise as natural since there was a ticking time bomb behind him. Once he reunited with the behemoth who had draped the white tarp over his privates Kardukk pulled back the vault with little effort. Together they ran for the closest unguarded storage ship and blasted off into space with no resistance. From the backseat window Kardukk watched as a small red dot formed on the planet's surface where the base used to be. It was finally over. Stripping off the mask from his attire Lowius turned back towards his friend. "Comfortable back there?" Lowius asked from the passenger seat. Stretching his long legs Kardukk leaned against the back of the ship, its interior was roomy without any cargo to carry. "All good back here, but a little entertainment on this flight would be nice." Lowius chuckled before he threw something to the kobold. A stack of documents entitled, Empowering Dragon Scales landed on his lap. "Read that then till we arrive at our next destination," Lowius said with a grin on his face. And with that the professor set their ship into hyper speed and the ship disappeared among the stars. Despite the Republic's best efforts to apprehend those who destroyed their base, they were never found. Rumor was that the two had left the universe completely and were on their own world hopping adventures. --- --- --- The End.
Deathly Night by TheMadmanwithaScarf	#5 of Journey of the Shadow Archive - The veil of Night shrouds the sky. The darkness lively and bodies red. On this night we all shall die. The heavens above that will cry. Our hearts below that have bled. On this night we all shall die. The candles flicker as if end is nigh. The child with us will	[ "Deathly", "Night" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153107-deathly-night	The veil of Night shrouds the sky. The darkness lively and bodies red. On this night we all shall die. The heavens above that will cry. Our hearts below that have bled. On this night we all shall die. The candles flicker as if end is nigh. The child with us will all be dead. On this night we all shall die. The black birds of death shall all fly. Our shriveled souls have never been fed. On this night we all shall die. The tears from our eyes will never dry. Our lambs to slaughter we have led. On this night we all shall die. Our deceitful lips only lie. This waltz with dance will say goodbye. Our bodies will rot and our souls will all cry. On this night we all shall die.
Chapter Ten by Raevocrei	#10 of Pieces Another small chapter! Next week I'll reupload the previous five chapters after I edit them. ^-^ Thanks for reading! - "Are you sure you want to go back, Keira?" Fallon asked worriedly. "It'll be painful to see." Keira nodded her head. "I need to see it... I think it'll bring me	[ "Character Development", "Clean", "Dragon", "Fantasy", "Female", "Feral", "Magic", "Male", "No-Yiff", "Non-Anthro", "Novel", "Plot Development", "SFW", "Scalie", "Story", "Story Progression", "Story Series", "safe" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149241-chapter-ten	--- "Are you sure you want to go back, Keira?" Fallon asked worriedly. "It'll be painful to see." Keira nodded her head. "I need to see it... I think it'll bring me some closure." Fallon exhaled and dipped his head. "Very well, then. I'll take you to see your home, but we can't stay for very long. It'll take almost all day if we don't stop for any breaks." It was early in the morning, when the air was nippy and the sunlight was just beginning to leak from behind the eastern horizon. Fallon worried that his absence for the day may rouse some issues, so he wanted to be back as soon as he could. She extended her snowy-white wings out and tested them. "I think I can manage," she said uncertainly. "I haven't flown very much like I used to." "Just let me know if you get too tired," he said and kindly nuzzled her. Fallon took to the sky seconds later and waited for Keira to catch up with him before angling their direction to the North, where giant mountains loomed in the hazy distance. The smell of pine trees mixed in with the scent of morning dew. It was a delightfully fresh aroma that Fallon loved waking up to as well as the frigid morning air that chilled his scales comfortably. He could easily say this was his favorite time of the day, when the world felt slow and peaceful. Admittedly, Fallon felt slightly disturbed about this trip. He mostly worried about Keira and how she would take seeing her village left to ruin. She didn't remember much from the day he had found her and wanted to know if anyone else had survived. However, he imagined that she had more purpose than that for returning. Fallon highly doubted that there was anyone remaining, but if Keira had escaped then there was a small chance someone else had too, though he and Dorian had doubly checked for anyone around the village before they left. And if there was someone there, would they attack him immediately? It was just over the border of Northern territory. Southern dragons had no reason to go past it, so any stray dragon they would encounter would most likely be a Northerner. He decided that he'd have to hide himself while also keeping a close eye on Keira. But what pressed most at his mind was that if she did find someone there, would she leave him? Would she try to return to her own life and leave her new one with his family behind? Fallon hoped not, despite what his brother said before he left. "If she decides to stay, then leave her; don't question it and don't you dare try to dispute it. The sooner we get rid of it the better." The last sentence made his talons twitch. Mara had been very concerned for his safety and urged him to bring guards along with him, but Fallon thought it would be best for Keira if it were just the two of them. Then the thought occurred to him that maybe this was all an elaborate plan to assassinate him. Maybe Keira was just a spy for the Northerners that used emotional attacks to infiltrate his clan and lead him away to kill him while he was defenseless. Perhaps he was flying right to his death. Fallon growled and shook his head. He couldn't let his brother's paranoid thoughts mingle with his own, especially when it was about Keira. She would never betray him, and he knew that for a fact. "Fallon?" she asked. "Something wrong?" She had to almost shout so he could hear her over the rushing wind. He shook his head. "No, sorry. Just thinking about all of those scrolls I'll have to read through when I get back," he replied with a chuckle. She smiled and flapped her wings faster so she flew next to him, a wing's breadth away. "How much further do you think?" "Oh, we've got quite a long ways yet. Would you like to talk about the city to pass the time?" Keira rolled her eyes and muttered something he couldn't hear with the wind filling his ears. "Or maybe we could talk about your studies?" She shook her head. "I'm trying to get away from that! Why don't we talk about fighting?" "Fighting?" Fallon looked over at her with a furrowed brow. "Why would you want to talk about that?" "I'd like to learn how to defend myself," she answered definitely. Fallon grinned. "Well, that's something that you learn by doing... Maybe I'll teach you sometime, but would you like to learn about magic instead?" Her crimson eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly. "Alright then, I'll try to explain it the best I can!" \* \* \* "So you can like make bright and colorful lights and stuff, right? Have you tried anything else?" Aidan asked curiously, grinning horn to horn as Ruari showed him his newest magical creation: a rainbow-colored spectrum that stretched horizontally between his forepaws. Ruari nodded and relaxed his arms as he stopped the flow of energy. "My magic teacher taught me how to make crystals light up so they can be used in houses." "Well, that's uhm... useful," Aidan teased and showed Ruari some magic of his own. He cupped his paws together and held it out so Ruari could see. A small pool of crystal-clear water formed and filled his talons before drizzling over the edge. "Haven't you known how to do that?" Ruari asked. "Wait for it!" Ruari waited... and waited... and still nothing happened. "You're seven years old! How do you not know more tricks than that?" Aidan shook his head. "Look into it." Ruari eyed his friend curiously and shifted closer, looking down into his paws. "I don't see any--" A rush of water suddenly came gushing upward, hitting Ruari directly in the face before he could recoil and pull his head away. He spat out the water and wiped his dripping-wet face off. "HEY!" Aidan fell over in a fit of laughter, clutching at his stomach. Water seeped into the grass below them. "I can't believe that worked! Ha ha! You totally fell for it!" Ruari scowled at the red dragonet and pouted. "It's not funny!" He looked around the yard to see if anyone had noticed. The only other dragon around was the sandy and golden dragonet, Ciara, that Aidan apparently had a crush on. She was lying beneath the sunlight out in the open. Thankfully, it seemed that she was off in her own world. "It totally is! The look on your face... he he he, priceless." Ruari sighed and shook the water off. He wasn't particularly fond of getting his ebony scales all damp, but he couldn't help but to chuckle a little bit and smile. "At least you've learned something, I guess." Aidan calmed down and sat back up. "I've learned a bit more than that, but the other stuff is boring! Plus, you'd have to get hurt for me to show you some of it." "I'm sure that will be useful someday," Ruari said. "Well... I hope not, at least..." "We're bound to get hurt sometime in our story," Aidan replied casually. "Then my magic won't be so boring!" "Our story?" Aidan nodded and bared a toothy grin. "Our story! The main characters--that's us!--have to get hurt sometime, right? So that way the story stays interesting, but they don't ever die. You're like my sidekick and I'm the main protagonist!" "Wait, why can't I be the main protagonist?" Ruari complained. "I'm the one that teaches you everything!" "Exactly! You're the helpful sidekick that gives the hero--me--the knowledge he needs to know to overcome his obstacles! Without you, I would just be a lamewings that would fail almost immediately." "Well... okay. But if you're the hero, and I'm the sidekick, then who or what is the villain?" Ruari asked. Aidan shrugged his red wings. "I've no idea." "Every story needs a villain too!" Aidan furrowed his brow and scratched his chin, and then an evil look crossed his face. "The villain is hiding in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike!" "Why does it have to be a he?" Ciara piped in nosily as she stepped toward them. "Why can't the villain be a she? Maybe I'm the villain!" She tilted her chin up and held a paw to her breast. Aidan shook his head. "Nope! I think you'd be the damsel in distress! We'll have to rescue you from the true villain." He nodded assuredly as if he was keeping track of all of this in his head. She scoffed and stamped her talons. "I'm not helpless, you know. In fact, I'm more likely to be the hero since my magic can actually \_do\_something other than make my scales wet." She huffed out a breath of flames and turned away, walking away with a proud jaunt in her step as her tail swished behind her. "Why do you like her again?" Ruari asked, snapping Aidan back to reality. He grinned and shrugged. "I don't really know." "So, where do I fit in?" Des said and startled them both. He was lying next to them, couchant and relaxed as if he had been there the whole time. At least Ruari was fairly certain that Des had just arrived... "Maybe you're the villain!" Aidan accused with a giggle. "You'd probably make a good villain." "I would not!" Des said, taken aback. "I don't have an evil bone in my body." "You don't yet! Usually something tragic has to happen to the villain, something that's left a festering scar deep inside them and made them hateful." "Well, I hope nothing like that happens," Des stated with an obvious 'what if' worry line furrowing his brow. "Or maybe they're greedy," Ruari added. "I've read about criminals that do bad things for money." Des shook his head. "I don't think I'm greedy either..." "Yeah, but they aren't very impressive. They always get caught," Aidan returned. "The best villains are the ones that you don't realize are villains until it's too late!" He stared over at Des, and the purple dragonet wriggled in place. "I am not a villain!" Aidan giggled and playfully booped Des with his tail. "I'm just kidding! You'd make a terrible villain anyway." Des rolled his eyes and exhaled sharply through his nostrils. "If anyone's the villain, it's probably Kane. He's always up to no good." Des tilted his head in the direction of a green and blue dragon that strolled through the grass like he owned the school. Being nearly nine years old, he was older and bigger than almost everyone, and he definitely acted like it. Luckily, Ruari was small enough and not very noticeable that he had yet to have an encounter with Kane. Aidan nodded and turned his head back toward the conversation. "He wouldn't make the brightest villain... but I could see him tearing the wings off of butterflies." Ruari and Des both chuckled at that. "Anyway, looks like it's about time for class again! See you tomorrow, Des. Let's go, Ruari!" Ruari nodded and waved a wing goodbye to Des before following Aidan back to class. \* \* \*
Happy Bi-rth-doe by CrimsonStar	#18 of Adult Commissions Romantic story of love and sexual exploration between two lovely characters that invert their roles (literally) for one night. - Happy Bi-rth-doe Commissioned by: Spots Phinnigan from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar Her name is Anna, and she had always been just "one more	[ "Antelope", "Bisexual", "Deer", "Doe", "Sex", "Transformation" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145461-happy-bi-rth-doe	Happy Bi-rth-doe Commissioned by: Spots Phinnigan from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar Her name is Anna, and she had always been just "one more girl". She was somewhat short, for a doe of her age, but otherwise completely common. She had big wide ears that perked and weaned according to her mood, and vivid smart eyes often kept behind the safety of her glasses. She had silky orange fur spotted by pretty little cream spots spread all over her, but on her belly and neck, her orange hairs have away to a cotton-like white fur crowned by a heart shaped tuft of fluffiness right between her breasts. The patch of white fur actually extended way past her belly, it ran all the way down her thighs, over her buttocks and to the tip of her tail completely uninterrupted. But very few people could give testament of that. Among those who had seen the entire splendor of her patterned fur, was Tom. Tom was... well, to her eyes, he was perfect, but to the eyes of the rest, he wasn't exactly an exemplar of deer masculinity. He was taller than her by about half a head, without counting his antlers, which extended about a palm above his head in a tangled pattern of brown. Between his antlers, he sported a messy kind of "mane" of orange fur, somewhat darker than the rest of his body, which was mostly a solid cinnamon color, except for his hands and arms, which gleamed with white stainless fur, making it look like he always wearing mittens. He had a shy smile and a white spot in his left cheek. They had met a few years ago; Tom, being a happy-go-lucky, casual stoner with an insatiable love for patterned scarfs, had ran into Anna, when she, wanting to get a new pair of headphones, had been on a scarf-knitting spree. At first, it was just business. Tom loved wearing scarves, and Anna loved making them. But with every scarf he bought, they got a chance to talk, and became an inch closer. Uncountable scarves later, they started going out, and just a few months ago, they were selling scarves together to buy furniture for their new SHARED apartment. They had gone out to a local ice cream shack near the beach. Tom loved Strawberry, and Anna loved Blueberry, but their favorite flavor, was a mixture of both, so they always saved a few bites to mix together and share with each other. It was a sunny evening, and the day before Tom's birthday. The wind whistled happily past them, and Anna could feel her heart pounding inside her chest, barely able to eat her ice cream, fearing the butterflies in her stomach would fly away if she opened her mouth. Tom was kind, generous and funny, even if somewhat absent-minded and clumsy, and she wanted to give him a birthday gift he would never forget. She had everything planned, it hadn't been easy, but she had gotten something that was sure to give him the night of his life. But she hadn't told him yet and the wait was killing her. Would he be okay with it? Was it going too far? Sex with Tom had always been satisfying, they were very compatible and he was as open minded as her, but this still had the potential of freaking him out... She wanted to tell him right there, but she also didn't want to ruin the big surprise. Maybe it was better to just talk about it, in case he wasn't onboard with it... Anna had been staring intently at her melting icecream while the tug of war raged inside her head. She took a deep breath rose her head to meet Tom's eyes and... and she found him staring at something on sideway in the other side of the street. She followed his eyes and found a jogging doe stretching next to a deer, who was making his best effort not to stare. Rather than angering her, Anna felt a weight leaving her shoulders as he looked back at her mesmerized boyfriend. The doe was cute and kind of hot, but Tom wasn't staring at her. He was looking ever so slightly to left, to the gorgeous deer in trouble. He was tall, lean, with a perfect zigzag pattern on his well groomed coat and he moved as gracefully as a gazelle, with a pair of antlers that were bigger than the antenna of their satellital TV. Furthermore, the well defined muscles of his body, were only further made evident by his lack of clothing, the only thing on him was a pair of skyblue shorts, with a rather evident bulge inside them. Anna giggled, which prompted Tom to look back at her and shrivel in embarrassment. He quickly stuffed a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "You're so cute when you are naughty." Anna blurted between giggles. "I... Sorry..." Tom muttered, his ears fading down. "It's okay silly. He IS pretty hot. Reminds me of the instructor from our yoga class, remember?" He was a very handsome hippie reindeer. Tom's eyes widened, his fur and ears perked and he nodded softly while taking another spoonful of Strawberry ice cream. Their eyes met and Anna sketched a shill smile on her lips. Tom sided his head inquisitively. "What?" He asked. "You are looking at me like that crazy shark lady from work." "Have you ever been with a guy?" Tom shared in Anna's smile. "Yeah... I told you about Sam." "After 8th grade." She frowned. "Mmm... We..." "And I mean: BEEN with a guy?" "BEEN with a guy? Like... sex...?" "Yeah." "Well, no?" Tom looked away, taking another spoon of ice cream. "Oh, really?" Anna's smile widened even further. "Would... you like to?" Tom's ears perked up and his eyes widened as if he had suddenly been placed in front of the xenon headlights of a truck in a moonless winter solstice. "Erm.. I.. You... Ah. I... I mean... I have you, so..." He tried to dodge the bullet. "But would you like to?" Anna insisted. Her tuft of a tail shaking in excitement. "I... Yeah. I think so. Yeah. Maybe." "Great!" Anna squealed, the butterflies had now migrated from her stomach to her chest. "Then I'll give you your birthday present tonight." "Tonight?" "Tonight! Go watch a movie or something, alright? I'll wait for you at home after noon okay?" "Wait, what?" Anna stood up, sliding her chair and leaned on the table, first to give Tom a peek under her shirt and then to plant on him a sweet and passionate kiss. "Don't be naughty and come before noon, okay? I'll wait for you after sundown." "Oki. Thanks Annie." She winked and turned around, shaking her tail to tease him, and shortly after, she disappeared around the corner. Tom stared into the empty street for a few moments, while his brain processed what had just happened. Anna, had always been pretty liberal when it came to sexuality, but, if he understood correctly, she had just offered to have a guy in the bedroom for him. And he knew that was impossible. For as cute and open-minded Anna was, she was also as jealous as dragon. Looking and fooling around was okay, but anything more than that, and he would invoke her wrath. That fact, however, only made him even more excited for whatever she had in store for him that night. The dreadfully long evening went by uneventfully. A few of Tom's friends called him to wish him a good day and his mother dropped by his work to give him a pack of cookies. But with every fading sunray, Tom's excitement grew louder and louder. When the moon finally came out he felt like a child on Christmas Eve as he rode the bus back home. When he found himself at the door, he could smell the sweet scent of a delicious dinner. He took a deep breath, brought out his keys and turned the knob, this was going to be an unforgettable night. As he entered, he was greeted by the scent of of fresh fruit and fried mushrooms. His apartment was draped in the twilight of candles, faint music played in the background and helium balloons had been randomly spread all over the ceiling. His lips parted in a smile as he closed the door behind him. "Annie?" He asked, as he walked further into the dining room. Their small plastic table had been covered with a white cloth, and two seats had been arranged with glasses of wine to accompany the food he had smelled earlier. Only two seats? "Happy birthday!" Jumped Anna from the door that led to the kitchen. "This is amazing love!" "And we haven't gotten to the main course yet!" Anna moved closer, his his lips and then slid the chair open for him. "Take a seat and fill yourself, you're gonna need the energy." She winked. The food was delicious, and they both ate briskly, eager to move on to the next part of the night. When Tom was done, he leaned back in his chair and let out a stuffed sigh as he feld his now bulging belly pleasantly stretched with food. The champagne had gotten him tipsy, and Anna was being cheerful and chatty as usual, so far it was already a wonderful night. But Anna still had a lot more in store. After a few seconds, the doe stood up and grabbed his hand with a shill smile. "Are you ready for the next meal?" She asked, slightly biting her lip. Tom giggled and nodded while she pulled him up and led him to the bedroom. Before he could ask about the new purple curtains or the plushie on the bed. Anna pushed him against the wall and began to passionately kiss him. Slowly at first their lips danced and mingled, sharing the hit of champagne and spices with each other. Anna started pushing harder against the wall, her kissing became more primal, feral almost, as her hands wandered down Tom's chest and caressed his crotch. He was already hard, very hard. "Are you ready?" She purred, as she raised her hands and slid his shirt over his head. "I'm always ready for you Annie." He continued, returning the action, and unclipping her bra, revealing her perfectly white breasts, also perked in excitement and her heart shaped tuft of fluff. "But today's special, remember?" She continued, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down. Revealing a delicate pair of violet panties, with a barely visible stain between her creamy inner thighs. "Oh?" She pulled back ever so slightly. "Get undressed, I'll be right back." Before he could say anything, she hopped back and disappeared through the door back to the kitchen. Trying to undo his jeans' button made him realize he was a bit tipsier than he had thought, but after a bit of fumbling he managed to bring them down, boxers and all, to reveal his bouncing manhood beginning to cover itself with crystalline wetness. Anna returned almost immediately, with a glass of champagne in one hand and what seemed to be two small blue candies in the other. When she entered the room, his eyes met Tom's and slowly slid their way down his chest , his navel and onto his penis. "Well... aren't you eager?" She bit her lip again. "Are you going to roofie me or something?" He asked looking at the pills. "No silly. Remember you said you'd like to be with a guy?" "More like you made me say it..." He muttered. "But yeah." "And remember how you said you already have me?" "Yeah...?" "Well, you're getting both tonight." "What?" "Or maybe I should say: 'Taking it' tonight?" Tom's heart began racing. If those pills were what he thought they were... Without saying anything else, Anna put one of the pills in her mouth, took a sip of champagne and planted a deep kiss onto Tom's lips. He felt the warm liquid and the pill being slipped into his mouth. "Oh." Tom said taking a step back. "Was I supposed to swallow it? Because..." "Yep." Anna interrupted him. "And it's not the only thing you're supposed to swallow tonight." She winked and took the remaining pill while downing the other 90% of the champagne. She was probably a bit nervous too. They stared at eachother for a few seconds, in silence. "Erm... So... You sure they weren't roofies?" Anna frowned and put her hands to her naked hips. But as she opened her mouth to complain, they both saw a brief spark of violet light shine between them. Then another one, to their side, that one was pink. And another one, and another one. Before they could make anything of what was happening the room was filled with pink and purple sparks that swirled around them like a swarm of shapeless fairies. Soon, dashes of a myriad of colors were swirling around! One of the streams of light shone brighter than the rest and it began circling Tom, but it was doing more than shining light on him. As the colorful stream touched his feet, Anna noticed that his fur perked and every so slightly changed in color, it became a lighter tone of cinnamon. His feet, also seemed to grow smaller, more delicate, similar to her own and as the lights continued to touch him, his body changed further and further. He had his eyes closed and a faint smile on his face as his fingers became longer and his arms thicker. His messy mane grew longer and his usually flat chest, slowly bulged as the colorful enchantment passed through it, his hips became wider, his butt more pronounced and when the lights converged on his manhood, it receded in bath of light, as if dissolved by the magic, until all that remained was a perfectly shaped slit between his legs, still wet as his penis had been before. The spell immediately jumped to her, splashing against her chest like a swarm of butterflies. She felt a warm current spreading through her body. Her breasts receded and faded as her chest became wider, her hands rougher and arms wider. Her legs stretched and shaped themselves to be more bulky, her muscles better defined under the now somewhat darker coat. When the light converged on her crotch, she felt as current of pleasure surge through her body as her rose and white slit reshaped itself into a hard and long instrument. As the spell finished it's task and the light faded, Anna rose her eyes to find Tom, now in the delicate body of a girl, staring at her new manhood. "Hey!" She called with eyes wide open and a huge smile. "My antlers are up here." She pointed at the thick ornaments that had sprouted from the top of her head, each as tall as her head and with four different branches on each side. "Annie?" Tom asked, and immediately covered his mouth with both hands. His voice was sweet and melodic now. Anna took two steps forward and brought her face down to the level of his now-shorter boyfriend. "Don't worry, it's only lasts until sunset." She said, ruffling his now antler-free head and mane. "So you're all mine until then." She said, her voice now gruff and stern. She liked her lips when he saw Tom smiling like a fool below his hands. She leaned closer to one of his perked ears. "And I'm going to fuck your brains out." Immediately Anna jumped back and flutter her no rather-heavy hooves on the ground. "Yeeeeey. I always wanted to say that." Tom burst out in laughter and shyly began speaking. "I love you, crazy doe." Anna leaned closer, sliding her hand down to Tom's crotch. "It is... Crazy DEER for tonight..." She purred, as one of her fingers circled Tom's entrance. He let out a moan, which Anna silenced with a deep kiss. Anna was savage, Tom had seen her like this before, whenever they tried something new Anna went beast-mode and ravished in sex like there was no tomorrow. But this time she seemed even more intent on draining every single drop of life from his body before the night was over. The new sensations he was feeling, number his every thought. Anna liked playing with his nipples but having her fondle his breasts felt completely different. Every time her fingers brushed the tip of his nipples, a current of pleasure shot down his chest down his belly and up to the base of his skull. Anna moved away from him, putting a hand on the wall next to his face. "Get on the bed and spread yourself for me." Ordered Anna trying her best to make her usually polite demeanor match her currently alpha-male body. "Are you sure?" Replied Tom shyly. "Yeah, like we always do." Anna pushed him slightly and slapped him below his bushy tail. "Oh... But... That's how we always do it... Shouldn't I be on top then?" She sided her head for a second. "Ahhh... Yeah... You right, it's kind of uncomfortable the other way around." She pounced on the bed and rolled to her back. "Come here baby." Tom excitedly moved onto the bed, climbed on top of his partner, kissed her lips and then turned around to face her new dick. It gleamed under the candlelight and as he moved his face closer, the inebriating musky scent made his own crotch warmer in anticipation. "Do it like I do it to you." Anna ordered. "I know. I know... You don't have to tell me everything, yo..." Tom's complaining was cut short with a sharp moan, as anna drove her nuzzle to his outer labia. Tom closed his fists on the sheets below him and lowered his head to the side of her penis. He was breathing heavily and another sharp moan escaped his lips when Anna touched what he could only guess was his clitoris. The mere warmth of her breath spreading through his thighs was enough to drive him insane with every pulse, but he mustered as much of his willpower as he could to bring himself back up over Anna's dick. It was bulging with a delicate pink color, and its skin had already mostly receded due to how hard she was. Tom put his tongue out slowly and began to lick Anna's dick very delicately at first, only flicking his tongue. He then kissed it, several times, running form the base to the tip, while slowly using his hands and fingers to form a ring around her cock, brushing it up and down and spreading her wetness all over her shaft. He started to moan too, it was strange to hear her moan with such a gruff voice, but he couldn't help but feel even more turned on. He had to take short breaks to steel his arms, as every time Anna increased her speed her biceps turned to jelly, but he increased the pace just like her. When she bit him softly and made him screech, literally like a girl. He decided to take it all in. He opened his mouth and began to pump Anna's shaft as far as it would go. As he increased his speed, it was Anna who now had to take short breaks to arch her back and feet. He sucked and slurped; the salty and slimy flavor was very similar to her usual taste. He went faster and faster, until he could feel Anna's instrument gorging with blood and tingling with anticipation. He then stopped, swallowed and cleaned his mouth with the fur of his arm. "Why did you stop baby?" Anna protested. "Weren't you about to cum?" "Well yes!" She rebutted. Even just when speaking, her warm breath made Tom giggle in pleasure. "Well you can't cum yet! You're the DEER tonight, remember? Do you really want to take a break so soon?" He asked, looking down at the space between them, to see Anna open her eyes as the realization dawned on her. "Well... You're right about something..." She continued, rolling to a side before standing up. Tom scrambled to lay on the bed, turning around to face her. "About what?" "I AM the deer tonight." She said with the smile of a lion. "So spread open and bite the pillow!" "That's not how deer talk honey..." Anna brought herself down over her prey. "Then I'll make sure you can't listen to anything anymore." She threatened, licking Tom behind his left ear. That was his weak spot, and the transformation hadn't changed that. He let out a muffled moan as she kissed and sucked his ear, then his neck. She kissed his chest, and began sucking on her left nipple. She pulled and pushed with her lips, and used her right hand to fondle the other breast, massaging it and tending to it like fresh dough. She then climbed back to face him and passionately kissed him while she opened his legs and positioned her penis on his entrance. Their tongues danced and mingled, to the rhythm of their love. "Are you ready?" She asked softly while parting their lips, a thin strand of fluid dripping down as she did. Tom noded. "Could you... guide me in?" She asked shyly. Tom moved one hand between them, took the chance to stroke Anna's penis once more, and directed it to the entrance to his core. "Ready." He whispered. "I love you." She answered. "I love you too, my crazy deer." The next few moments were washed white by a wave of shared pleasure. As Anna entered Tom, hi warmth wrapped and pulsed around her, while his shaft made his way shrouded with surges of pleasure at every step. She felt warm and seemed to fit perfectly inside him. When he was able to breathe again, he opened his eyes to find Anna looking over him like a hungry predator. "Do you like it?" She purred. He nodded. "Do you?" She nodded. "Want me to move?" She began pulling out without waiting for an answer. Tom closed his eyes and let himself sink into the waves of pleasure. She pushed in again, deeper this time. He moaned. She moaned. Again. Tom was pulling on the sheets below him. Anna started biting his neck. Again she pushed in. They locked into a passionate kiss and Anna started fondling his breasts, applying just the right pressure to enhance the already hypnotic state in which he was already knee-deep. As they moved in unison Anna started to subtly but steadily increase the speed of her trusting. She started breathing heavily. Tom let out short but rapid moans every time. He could feel her weight over her and her pubis hitting his every time. He moved his hands down to her butt. That was their secret code. It meant: "Come inside me." At that moment she went into a frenzy. She bit his neck as she started to move even faster. Deeper. The bed started squeaking under their weight. HE could barely breathe. She couldn't stop moaning. Again and again she trusted, until neither could help back any longer. Together they exploded in a burst of pleasure and love. They screamed so loud that afterwards they would worry the neighbors may call the police. But during that brief flash of pleasure, there were alone and together. As the blinding pleasure subsided, they found themselves next to each other, panting, barely breathing. They ran a marathon together last year and even then they didn't find themselves so exhausted. When Anna opened her eyes, Tom's met hers immediately. Even if their bodies had changed, their eyes had remained the same. Those were the eyes of the deer that made her fall in love. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Nothing beats having someone come inside, does it?" She asked while sitting and fanning herself with her hand. "Except coming since the person you love." He corrected. She smiled. "I'll go get us something to drink and eat while I regain my 'stamina' alright? You get ready for round two too." "Wait what?" She giggled. "I told you, you're mine until sunset. Plus, we haven't done your favorite position yet. Or mine." She winked. He nodded and let out a sigh that came straight from a heart in love. She walked around the bed and leaned in to his his forehead. "Happy birthday, birthday doe." He hugged her by surprise and softly kissed her lips. "Thank you my love. You're the best." He finished, letting her go. When she was gone, Tom stood up, entered the bathroom, and took a few moments to play with his own breasts, while he refreshed himself for round number two. The second, of the many that night had in store for them. His stomach growled. Not before having some food first though... \\Thanks for reading! Don't forget to watch and fave!\\
Splintered Light, Chapter 10.3, The Best Kept Secret by comidacomida	#58 of Splintered Light Things are heading up and the excitement is building in the third post of Chapter 10! It looks like there's more going on at this island than first assumed. Bosun Rolf Severna is our point of attention for this post and he goes from fore to aft of the Wave Rider in the scope	[ "Goat", "Jackal", "Lynx", "Prong horn", "Rottweiler", "Sea", "Ship", "Steam Punk", "Tiger", "Violence", "danger" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146833-splintered-light-chapter-10-3-the-best-kept-secret	Splintered Light Chapter 10.3, The Best Kept Secret Naval warfare was always a possibility when traveling outside sovereign waters. Pirates were an ever-present threat and the occasional gun-runner or privateer wasn't above looting a private ship if the opportunity arose. Rolf had considered himself lucky that it had been almost two months since the Wave Rider had last found itself fired upon. The moment the cannons from the tree line belched out their smoke, flame, and shot, the Prong Horn considered looking at the bright side: it would be the first time he had ever engaged in sea-to-land combat. When the cannonballs flew past the ship he considered even more optimistically that his first time engaging in sea-to-land combat would be against unskilled cannoneers. Once enough crewmen tracked the trajectory of the shots the optimism came even easier and much less forced; the Wave Rider had not been the target. The moment Rolf saw the enormous black shape beneath the waves, however, the optimism faltered... just a little. "What in God's name...?" The ship shook suddenly from a powerful impact and Rolf grabbed hold of the bulwark to steady himself. Ahead and to the side of him his brother and the ship's surgeon latched onto one another as both almost pitched over the railing. Several shouts arose from the aft of the ship; whatever was trailing the Wave Rider beneath the water had not only gained, but had rammed them. From his position on the starboard side of the ship Rolf leaned out and could spot the dark shape circling. A moment later the thunder of the cannons firing from the shore heralded the land-based defenders striking the water around whatever it was attacking the Wave Rider. Behind him, on the port side, The Boar gave a shout. "Signaling flags, sir!" Captain Jacksoni, who was beside the flagger acknowledged. "Make ready to signal back. What's the word from shore?" The crewman's response was grave. "Drop anchor and abandon ship." Rolf didn't have to look to the captain to know from the tone of his voice that the Tiger's fur was up. "They're offering quarter?!?" "No, sir-- it's stated as a s-to-s situation warning." A 'sailor-to-sailor' warning was generally paid between ships out of gentlemanly respect, but the situation seemed entirely out of context. Flying a plague flag to warn other ships of a communicable disease, or a s-to-s regarding a port city that was under embargo or blockade was one thing, but Rolf had never heard of a s-to-s that involved cannon fire and unidentified submerged hostiles ramming a ship. Apparently he wasn't the only one confused by the situation. Foreman Zuider went so far as to state his confusion. "Orders, Sir?" Captain Jacksoni raised his voice. "Jak! leBlanc!" The Rottweiler had half the ship's distance to travel while the Lynx only had a dozen steps; the two officers managed to arrive in unison as if it had been practiced and they each spoke up together. "Aye, Captain?" The Tiger turned to regard them. "What can we bring to bear on our aggressor?" The Man-at-Arms and Gunner looked at one another then turned back to the Captain. Mr. leBlanc spoke up first. "Other than small arms, Sir?" The ship gave another shudder and Rolf's practiced ear heard the sound of timbers creaking; there was a difference between being 'worn' and being 'damaged'-- the Wave Rider couldn't take much more before something (or many somethings) would officially count as the latter. The Bosun would have liked to have suggested a fort mounted heavy artillery barrage but, considering they didn't have access to anything nearly so powerful he just hoped that someone would have something in mind heavier than the aft swivel gun; whatever was hitting them seemed to shake off impact with the hull easily enough so he doubted the gun would do anything more than anger it. "That wouldn't make a difference." The Captain was apparently of a similar mind. "I want something heavier than the cannons the men ashore are using." Mr. Jak scowled. "Sir... we aren't even at an angle use our own cannons. All we have facing the rear is the--" Rolf interjected. "Something stronger than the swivel please." Mr. leBlanc smirked. "The swivel is a good start, actually." Captain Jacksoni latched onto that. "How is it a 'good start'?" The Lynx pointed to the shape. "They're about to fire. Watch." As if taking their orders from Mr. leBlanc himself the cannons on the shore belched forth their payload a moment later. The cannonballs whistled through the air and huge geysers of water erupted all around the shape; some of them were tinted red. Tobias, who was near enough to be paying attention to the officers speaking was the first to assess the situation. "They must be harming it-- there's blood." The Foreman wasn't as optimistic in his assessment. "Not enough... they're only stunning it-- look: it's coming around already." Realization struck Rolf the moment he saw a spark of inspiration in Karl's eyes as the Rottweiler gazed at the artillery barrel mounted toward the back of the Wave Rider. The Foreman and Gunner spoke in unison. "The artillery." Captain Jacksoni shook his head. "It's almost on top of us... we need more water between us and we're too close to the shore to maneuver." Mr. leBlanc elaborated. "We can use the engine. Ahead-full after the next round of cannon fire and then while that thing recovered from the volley we hit it again with the swivel gun. If we can get it to circle around one more time then we'll have time to launch a shell." The Tiger glanced to the Gunner for confirmation. The Rottweiler folded his arms across his chest. "If anything could hurt it, the artillery could." The Foreman scowled (as usual). "That means we're still going to take another hit. Captain, if that thing runs into us again then--" Ash-Moon interrupted the Goat. "We could throw you overboard to distract it." Willem growled, turning to face the Jackal; Rolf recognized the slight downward tilt of the Foreman's head that indicated an angry Goat. Captain Jacksoni, as usual, was good at playing peacekeeper and quickly stepped between the two of them. "If you have a better idea, Mr. Zuider, I would be pleased to hear it, but if you do not then I would dare say we have precious little time to consider alternatives." Mr. Viktor shouted from above, finger pointed toward the rapidly approaching dark shape in the water. "It's coming about for another pass!" The Foreman and Captain locked eyes for a span of two or three seconds and eventually the Goat looked away. Captain Jacksoni glanced at the Man-at-Arms and Gunner. "Do what you can. Make it happen." Mr. leBlanc needed no further direction. He began moving toward the back of the ship even as he spoke to Mr. Jak. "I want Vopello on the swivel-- get your team together and prep the artillery, Karl." The Rottweiler nodded. "It will be ready." The Lynx stopped by the voice tube that led to the engine room as the Dog passed him by. Mr. leBlanc lowered his head so he could speak into it. "Chief-- turn to; we need the engine ahead full at the Captain's direction. Make ready." The Dragon responded in mere seconds. "Aye sir! Ready on his order." Rather than waiting around for something to happen, Rolf decided to be proactive; it was, in fact, his go-to mindset that got him the position of Bosun in the first place. The Prong Horn dashed after Jacques, shouting out at several sailors who were standing numbly on deck staring at the dark shadow approaching them beneath the waves. "Wheeler-- Smith-- Brown; down below and shore up the hull!" All three gave a decisive "Aye" and headed for the stairs. He called after them. "Watch for leaks!" Salvatore Vopello calmly passed by, handing a small green scallion-like vegetable to him. "Here you are, Bosun... just for you." Rolf stared down at it. "What is--" He realized the answer even as the Fox walked by, flicking his tail in mirth. "You said be on the look out for 'leeks'." How Salvatore could have had it so close by to pull off the horrible word play was beyond the Prong Horn, exceeding all but the Fox's ability to remain so unaffected by the goings on around him. Rolf snorted. "Mr. leBlanc wants you on the swivel gun, Vopello!" Another shudder from the ship meant that the Fox's reply was lost to his ears. Somewhere down below decks the crewmen tending to the hull shouted warnings to one another, and Rolf could have sworn he heard the sound of water spraying through wood. It wasn't a good situation but he had to trust in his men to make it right. Somewhere toward the front of the ship he heard the Captain shout down to the engine room for full power, and the ship lurched forward as it moved faster than mere oars could manage. Other crewmen began racing around the deck, some going to tie off loose lines and others working to support the Gunner and his team. Salvatore, however, remained calm, moving at a measured pace down the length of the ship. He spun to the left, then the right, carefully figuratively and literally dancing his way around the sailors who weren't looking out for him. The Lynx was already at the rear of the ship, but his cry of alarm was loud enough to reach Rolf's ears. "It's closing again fast!" From behind him, the Bosun heard his brother shout. "CANNONS FIRING!" Spinning one way then the other, Rolf looked to the shore, then to the geysers of water and blood rising from the sea, then to the swivel gun... which Mr. Vopello had just reached. Mr. leBlanc turned to the Fox. "When that beast comes round I want you to fire." Salvatore. "Of course, Sir." As with before, the cannons did very little to slow the submerged shadow and it wasn't long before it got its bearing and was once again closing. Rolf ran to assist Karl and his team, who were still trying to raise the artillery barrel to a nearly vertical angle, rotating it just a little to make up for the breeze. He arrived in time to help with the angle, and to hear Mr. LeBlanc shout "NOW!" Rolf turned to look at the Fox, who had just taken a bead on the beast. In a surreal momentary lapse of judgment, the vulpine crewman yanked the swivel gun to the side and fired too far to the right to hit the shadow. In a seemingly impossible stroke of good fortune, their pursuer made a sudden course correction as if actively attempting to avoid being shot-- and angled right into the shell as it struck the sea... and what swam beneath. A spray of water and ichor flung into the air and the enormous beast rose to the surface, stunned. Everyone watching gasped. Most experienced sailors worth the salt that stained them had seen a whale but what Rolf stared at defied all knowledge he'd previously held. The creature was assuredly a whale of some type, but its body was marked with countless scars and several fresh wounds. Beyond that, however, was the armor-- huge metal plates that looked to be riveted into the thing's flesh in a way that almost made the Prong Horn think of the metal steam ships put into service recently by the University. "What in the name of the divine?!?" Karl's roared orders broke through Rolf's locked-up brain. "Up! Up!" The Prong Horn spun back to look at the Gunner, who was apparently unable to get the angle he wanted out of the artillery. The men assisting him were working to remove the enormous barrel from where it had been sunk into the deck. Rolf quickly moved to help and between them they managed to pull the cannon from its cradle. "Mr. Jak, if we--" The Rottweiler wasn't interested in input and despite Rolf technically being a superior officer, had no trouble overriding him in a time of war. "Brace it against the bulwark!" Mr. Meyer and Mr. Schmidt, who were at the front of the barrel did so and it was all Rolf could do to keep up with Karl, who supported the majority of the artillery's weight beside the Prong Horn. The Buck and Wolf lowered the end of the barrel onto the wood, which creaked beneath the weight of the weapon. The Rottweiler gave the enormous cannon a heave and only then did the Bosun realize that the Gunner meant to direct fire the weapon at the trailing creature. "Karl, you--" Several ropes dropped down from the rigging and Viktor shouted down at them. "Tie it off!" With Karl supporting the weight of the weapon and his two aides responding to his demands for aiming, that left only Rolf to do the line work. He quickly wrapped the ropes around the back end of the weapon, far more worried about the kickback than the weight; Karl seemed to be doing a fine job of supporting the artillery but he had no doubt that the muscular Dog would become so much mincemeat if there wasn't something there to absorb the shock of it firing. Just as he was putting an end to the bracing net he saw Karl do something particularly stupid: the Rottweiler lit the fuse. The Bosun threw his shoulder against the back end of the cannon, supporting it alongside the Gunner. "ARTILLERY HOT!" Gritting his teeth, Rolf waited to find out if he'd survive and, if he did, how many bones he'd break. A resounding 'thud' impacted the barrel beside him and a scaly wall of support in the form of Brother Zoari came to their aid. A moment later everything lost focus and his brain failed to make sense of the world around him thanks to the most powerful impact he'd felt in his life sending Rolf's conscious mind for a ride. He realized he must have blacked out for a few seconds because there was a strange gap in the timeline between when he was braced against the artillery cannon and when he was being helped up off the deck. His right shoulder and left wrist hurt horribly, but he willingly set aside his pain as he looked out toward where the shadow beneath the water had been; there was only a red pool slowly dissipating. A few moments later crimson rain began to descend on the ship, and everyone aboard raised up a cheer. Rolf only sighed; it wasn't yet noon and it already felt like it should have been night. He passed out a moment later.
Moving On by Jeeves	For the living, death is a sad thing. But for the dead, it can mean reunions that bring them great joy. - This story was written for Riddle as part of my "Between the worlds" themed Patreon Request Day. \<3 It contains sexual acts between consenting adults, and intimate spookiness. :3 Moving On	[ "Death", "F/F", "Fox", "Gay Relationships", "Ghost", "Lesbian", "Love", "Panda", "Romance", "Sex" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149339-moving-on	This story was written for Riddle as part of my "Between the worlds" themed Patreon Request Day. \<3 It contains sexual acts between consenting adults, and intimate spookiness. :3 Moving On One last breath. One last beat. Then, silence. Peace. Jane was dead, and yet... she remained. The panda stood up, no aching muscles or weary bones to hold her back as she rose from the intangible and invisible ground beneath her bare feet. She pulled herself upright, no arch to her back, no slump to her shoulders. She was still an old woman by all accounts, ninety and change, but she felt like a teenager again in fitness. Her body may have been plump and yet sagged in its flesh, but inside it felt vital and strong. "You look just as beautiful now as you did the last time we saw each other." A voice addressed Jane, and though this form in which she now found herself was incapable of shedding tears, she felt like welling up. She span upon the spot with a strangled sob, and threw herself headlong into the arms of the younger vixen suddenly standing before her. They clung to one another, weeping, embracing, revelling in the contact of their shining, ethereal bodies, until at last the most potent aspects of their grief, their joy, and their relief had been spent. Only then did they draw back, hands still clutching at the other woman's own, and peered, sniffling and whimpering with elation at the woman they loved. "Victoria. I... I always knew..." It sounded dumb even as the panda said it, and the vixen's smirk showed that she agreed. "No you didn't. Nor did I, not until I found myself here, anyway. But... we really are soulmates, Janey. I waited. I watched. I was patient, a-and now... now I don't want to be patient any more. I don't have to be." The female fox flung herself forward once again, and this time she didn't just embrace the other woman. She kissed her. Their lips met, and as hands began to roam through glowing hair, then up and down the trembling length of their ethereally shining forms... the years fell away from the panda, winding back the clock to how she had looked, and how she had felt, on those last few times she had been able to hold, kiss, and make love to the woman she adored. Flashes of memory united them, and though their figures did not grope or reach for one another in any overtly sexual manner, fevered moans broke through their lips between smooches as they recalled life back then. The seventies hadn't been the easiest time to be gay, but they'd lived in relative peace. Their neighbours hadn't said anything about the two women in their forties living together in a one bedroom apartment, and they in turn hadn't said anything about the smell of pot that frequently drifted up into their home as they shook the walls of their room with unabashed lesbian love-making. How many times in those years had they screamed in orgasm to See My Baby Jive? How often had they slipped fingers between trembling, welcomingly open legs to ABBA or Bowie ringing out from their bedside radio? Hell, chances were they'd eaten each other out with Kung Fu Fighting as the soundtrack on more than one occasion, and they'd loved it. All because they'd loved each other so very, very much. The spirits whimpered and pressed themselves closer, tighter together as their glowing forms began to shift again, and now both of them found themselves younger, skinnier, back to the fifties ideals of beauty that they had so idolised in the first few years of what then had been a deeply taboo and secretive relationship. There was no hiding how they felt now though. The spirits moaned and whimpered as they looked down at their youthful and perky bodies, barely into their twenties. Back then the wallpaper of what would one day have been their shared home was new and crisp. The rooms were bare and uncluttered by decades of accumulated possessions, and it was with promises to their boyfriends that they were just going to be spending a girls night in, talking about fashion and the latest Marilyn Monroe news that they had locked themselves away in Jane's apartment, giggling and blushing as they embarked upon what had at the time been disguised as little more than a fling... certainly not a romance. Certainly not love, no matter how it made their hearts race just to look at the other woman. That had been the very beginning of their lives together. The start of almost seventy years of unceasing love to bring them to where they were now. Although... for Jane, whimpering and clinging to the glowing figure of her soulmate, it had been a much longer and more winding rode. Their bodies aged once more as they stopped kissing, but remained locked in a tender embrace. Their eyes met, and Victoria nuzzled and licked reassuringly at the panda's face while Jane shook her head and whimpered in sorrow. When Victoria had died... when the cancer that had crept into her bosom and spread throughout her sweet and kind body had claimed her, and stolen her away, Jane had wished she could have joined her. But, she hadn't. She couldn't. And thus... she'd lived on. Other women had come and gone. Into her home. Her bed. Their bed. And now... knowing that Victoria had always been there, Jane shook with the sheer force of her own shame. "I'm sorry. I... I'm so sorry..." Time was strange here. It existed, and yet so obviously didn't. Some silences, some of their embraces seemed to stretch out for millennia, while other moments the two women wished they could have clung to passed by in the blink of an eye. Never had a longer moment passed however, then the amount of time it took for Victoria to respond to Jane's breathless, shameful apology for the life she had led following her soulmate's death. The hearts she had let into her own. The new memories she had forged, and the new promises she had made. "Don't be sorry. It's okay. It's all okay. Jane... I... I've been here for decades. I've watched. I've seen everything. Your best and your worst, in ways I never could have when I was alive. But that's okay. I don't care that you fucked other women. Hell, I'm glad you did. You moved on. But... you never forgot me. You let others into your heart, I know. But you never let anyone try to replace me, and you sure as hell never tried to find a replacement yourself." Stepping back, pulling away from the panda's embrace for the first time, Victoria gestured to the glowing emptiness all around them. "If there's one thing that this place is good for... it's clarity. Here, you have the time to look back. To remember. To study yourself and the life you led. Not so you can cling to it... but so you can understand it, recognise why you did what you did, good or bad, and either way... so you can make your peace with it, and move on." The vixen smiled as Jane shivered at those last two words, and glanced around them. She nodded. "Yeah. This isn't... it isn't it. It's more like the waiting room." Jane looked at Victoria in wonder, then at their infinite surroundings once more. "What's it like, Vicky?" Her eyes widened as she saw the fox smirk, then shrug. "Not a clue. I've... I've never been. I wasn't sure if you could come back or not, and... I wanted to wait. For you. For this. But now? Once you've taken the time you need here... once you've figured things out, and made peace with the life you led? We can move on. We can move on to whatever lies beyond... together." Jane whimpered softly. "What if I'm ready now? W-what if... if I just want to move on, to go with you right now? You've already waited so long, Vicky. If what's on the other side is heaven? Paradise? I... I don't want to keep you from that. I can't. We should just go, now." Again the vixen chuckled and shook her head. She stepped forward once more, and with a cry of relief the panda sprang back into her arms, the larger woman lifting Victoria clean off the ground with the force of her embrace. "That's not how it works. You go when you're ready. When you're at peace. Not when you want to. If you've got lingering doubts or questions after all... it wouldn't really be paradise now, would it?" She heard Jane whimpering again, and gently stroked both cheeks of her lover's beautiful face with her delicate fingers. "But... don't worry. Until then? I'll be here. To help guide you. To help answer those questions, and figure out how to move past those doubts." Still the panda was shivering with nervousness, and whimpering under her breath. But that was understandable. It had taken years for Victoria, albeit alone, to come to terms with her own death and begin to work on figuring out her life both before and beyond it. To expect Jane to do so in the first few hours, speaking purely in mortal terms of course, was ridiculous. And yet... "You'll be here. God. Just hearing that... knowing it's true..." Jane kissed Victoria lightly upon her glowing muzzle, then again, deeper. The two women moaned softly, and once again a flash of memory changed the empty, eternal space around them back to their seventies apartment. To their bedroom full of knick-knacks and disco, and their bodies writhing, moaning, screaming as they pleasured one another night after long, wild night. "...k-kinda already sounds like paradise to me." By Jeeves Like my stories? Want access to stories weeks before they appear on other sites as well as exclusive request days to get stuff written for yourself? Consider supporting me on patreon! 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Scenario: Spoiled Pet by InkblotFox	Just a bit of self indulgent smut in my end. No names for the characters yet, might name them if using use them more. After a day out spoiling his pet rotten, she can't wait to show just how pleased she is. - The lights pass by outside the windows of the car like so many shooting stars. He watches	[ "Creampie", "Exhibitionism", "Master/Pet", "Public", "Straight", "Teasing", "Vaginal" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151261-scenario-spoiled-pet	The lights pass by outside the windows of the car like so many shooting stars. He watches the window half-awake, but she's far more interested in watching him instead. Leaned against him on the padded bench, she's still glowing with an almost-satisfied pleasure, glowing from a day full of spoiling her rotten. The evidence of their adventures sits on his other side, shopping bags full of cute clothes and novelty toys and wonderful sweets, her belly still full from a wonderful dinner. He's saved up all month to do this for her, taking her all over the city on the lightrail, stopping all the time to snap pictures of her or of them together. Normally, she wasn't one for sentiment, but it gave her the nicest flutter in her chest to see their picture set as his phone's lock screen, smiling back at them whenever he checked the device. The car is empty except for them. Other passengers are in other cars, but not many, not this late in the evening. The last run of the night, their house still a fair ride away yet, the murmur of some soft music from the 90's playing forgotten over the speakers the only thing breaking the silence. Her hand gently runs up and down his chest, enjoying the moment, enjoying the warm weight of his arm holding her close and the scent of him clinging to his soft jacket, taking in the whole of the moment to keep in her memory. Surely it can't last forever, the secret too good to keep, the affair to fun to last. But that doesn't matter. They have this moment, this end to a day she enjoyed far more than she thought she might. Her hand drifts lower as a naughtier thought drifts through her mind, something to help make the night all the more unforgettable. There's no one around, after all. Surely it won't hurt. His breath hitches as her hand moves more pointedly under his coat, under his shirt to press her cold hand to his belly. She loves how warm he is, loves to lay against him and borrow his natural heat, loves to be kept warm in his arms during those chilly mountain nights. She wants to make him warmer, wants to get his blood racing. Judging from the way his embrace tightens around her as she plays with his belt buckle, he's not opposed to the idea in the least. It takes a little effort, her fingers far less nimble in the cold, but she smirks as the buckle comes undone, the button of his pants comparatively short work. He's wordless as she unzips his black cargo pants, his pockets long since plundered by her greedy hands for their secrets, her eager touch looking for one more treat before the night ends. His hands do all the talking for him, adjusting his position against her as he slips his own fingers under the back of her sweat pants. His fingertips are cold as they caress the generous swell of her ass, though his palm is so nice and warm as he gropes her, a contrast that makes her shiver as he traces the edges of her panties. She's quick to regain the upper hand, pressing her hand into his crotch to find him already half-hard for her. No surprise, she's been generous with her teasing all day, pressing dangerously close in crowds and leaving him lingering kisses whenever no one's looking. Twice she's given him an 'accidental' peek at the soft skin under her hoodie, the tanktop underneath doing a poor job of hiding her plush figure before she zips the coat up once more. Even so, it's gratifying to see just how effective she's been, always happy to be the best kind of pain in the ass. "You are such a naughty pet," he murmurs as he leans in to steal a kiss, making her giggle. "Only because you let me," she answers, tightening her grip around him. He gives a stifled moan as she starts to stroke him through his boxers, her lips at his neck now leaving lingering kisses along the sensitive skin. He was quick to respond, reaching his hand to cup her neck, pulling her close as she dragged her teeth over his skin and left loving marks in her wake. That hand trailed down her chest, cupping her heavy breast through her coat, thumb teasing out just where her nipple was so he could tug on it and watch her squirm. Lower still he drifted, shamelessly pressing down under the waistband of her sweats, coaxing her to turn into him to hide their actions while he teased her through the absolutely soaked fabric of her panties. "Mmph, you have no idea how hard it's been," she coos into his ear, smiling at the way his cheeks flush. "Walking around so wet and spent up. It was so warm at first, so nice... but you know what the cold air does... leaves me with a chilly slap at every step, taunting me about my bad behavior... making me hot all over again..." Her words are cut off with a low moan as his fingers push that ruined fabric aside, exploring her soaked mound directly with eager fingers. She can't help it, she needs to be closer, needs to feel him. A quick glance to make sure they're still alone is all she can spare before she straddles him, her hips burning from the stretch, her body burning from the need. Spread like this, he has much easier access to her, though his actions are hindered as she redoubles her efforts to please him in turn. "You sure do love tempting fate," he breathes as she pushes his boxers aside, exposing him to the chilly evening air as she teases her fingers up his length. She only gives a mischievous smile as she wraps her hand more fully around him, milking dewy beads of pre from his tip and working the mess into his skin. He responds in kind, making her back arch as his fingers press against her clean-shaven mound, teasing his way down to rub her clit. His other hand quickly moves to her neck, pulling her into another kiss, hungry for as much contact as he can get with her. Mentally, she preens with pride, pleased beyond words to have made her master so very desperate for her. He's leaking badly now, every pump of his cock making a delightfully wet sound as he coats her hand in pre. He's just slipped his fingers into her soaked mound when the intercom chimes, the lightrail slowing down as it approaches its next stop. She hardly has time to crawl out of his lap before the doors hiss open, her lover just barely zipping up his pants before a trio of sleepy college students file into their car, settling a few benches away and falling into listless discussion. Feeling cheeky, she makes a point to lick first her own hand clean, and then his, savoring both flavors in a way that only prolongs the tent in his pants. The rest of the ride is much more agonizing, her position leaning against him giving her much more freedom to play subtle touches over his chest and thighs, leaving him at her mercy while their fellow passengers sit oblivious to their antics. Their stop is next, not fifteen minutes now, and yet it must be the longest fifteen minutes either of them have endured. When at last the lightrail comes to a halt, the students down the car are startled by the speed they leave at, all scrambling to grab their bags and practically sprinting out the door. Were it not for their purchases, she's sure he'd have carried her away himself. His apartment isn't far now, just down the block, and they're unabashedly filling the quiet night with laughter and excited hushed chatter as they rush their way there. He's fumbling with his keys when she pushes him against the door, dragging him into a kiss, short of breath and patience. He leaves the key stuck in the lock as he drags her against him, pressing back against her as they grind together, all heat and need and passion, one hand moving to unzip her hoodie to caress the skin beneath. They kiss under the flickering light of street lamps until the chill truly sets in, motivating her to reach behind him and open the door. They fall into the hall with a heavy thud, his breath leaving him just a moment as she flops down on top of him, giggling and nuzzling into his neck as she kicks the door shut behind them. "I need you, now. Please, master." Her voice is husky, desperate, too much to resist. How can he deny his beloved pet? His hands are quick to push her coat away, hands moving to her waist to push her sweats off while she fumbles with his belt once again. Desperation has made them clumsy, frantic, impatient - she blushes furiously as she hears his boxers rip in the dark. Her apology dies in her throat as he returns the favor, tossing the soaked fabric aside as she kicks her way out of her sweatpants, replaced with another giggle as she straddles him once more. Now unhindered, she grinds her dripping cunt against his throbbing shaft, hands braced on either side of him as she teases them both as much as they can stand. His hands find her hips, steadying her, forcing her to hold still long enough to line himself up with her waiting entrance. Her breath hitches as his head pushes in, her walls tightening instinctively as she allows herself to sink down on him. There's no chance of taking their time, not after all the build up. Among the scattered bags and clothes, she rides him rough and fast, the wet slap of their bodies meeting echoing in a sweet cacophony among their moans. Her name sounds so sweet on his lips, mingled with swears and pleading for more, his grip so wonderfully tight on her hips as he tries to brace himself against the storm. "Fu-fuck... master, I need it..." Her voice is trembling, and the way she spasms around him it's hard to tell if she's already cum or if she's still trying to hold it back. "Hnng... Don't make me wait..." Her arms give in and she collapses down against him, hands clinging to his coat as she leans in to trail hungry kisses and bites under his chin. She knows he can't hold it back, doesn't want him to. She's waited far more than long enough for him to fill her, knows he won't deny his spoiled pet her treat. "Go... hahhhh, fuck!" She moans with him as she feels that first hot rope of spunk burst from his tip, her grip tightening on his coat as her body tightens like a vise around him. Her eyes screw shut, her breathing ragged as she focuses on the sensation, milking him demandingly for every drop he'll give, still riding him with as much energy as she can muster. His nails dig into her hips as they moan out their obscene duet, her voice muffled in his skin, sending such pleasant vibrations through him. It's over far too soon for her liking, leaving them lying together there on the thin carpet, breathing hard and trembling with the aftershocks, flushed and sweaty with the afterglow. Neither of them move for a while - how long is hard to say, there in the dark - savoring each other's presence. But of course, they can't lay there forever. There's a buzz from the pocket of her discarded coat - her phone is ringing, and she can guess who's calling. She takes a moment to compose herself, settling more comfortably atop her lover and doing her best to hold his half-hard shaft inside of her as she answers her boyfriend's call. "H-hello? Yeah, I'm alright.... Sorry, I meant to call you earlier, we were out longer than expected..." As she talks, she looks down at him, her smirk just barely illuminated by the faint glow of the phone screen. "Yeah, he's cool with me crashing here for tonight... Don't worry, I'll be on the first lightrail in the morning..." He has to stifle a groan as she tightens around him, faking a yawn for the sake of the call. "...I'm heading to bed, hon. I'm so tired, and that guest bed is looking really good right now... I love you too... Sweet dreams\~..." A beep ends the call, and she starts to rise. He's almost disappointed to see her move away from him, eyes following her silhouette as she moves slowly down the hall, her phone lighting the way forward. She looks back at him, and he can't see it but he knows she's wearing that same mischievous smile as she opens his bedroom door. "Come on, master. Surely you're not finished with me yet?" He scrambles to find his feet as she moves to sprawl out on the bed. "Please don't keep your pet waiting..."
Bohemian Blasphemy by TheMadmanwithaScarf	#6 of Journey of the Shadow Archive This is a parody off of the fantastic song Bohemian Rhapsody from the brilliant band Queen. - Is there a real knife? Is there just blasphemy? Caught with the tour guide. No escape to the lavatory. Open, my guys. Bring me some fries and scream. I'm just a door boy.	[ "Blasphemy", "Bohemian" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153109-bohemian-blasphemy	Is there a real knife? Is there just blasphemy? Caught with the tour guide. No escape to the lavatory. Open, my guys. Bring me some fries and scream. I'm just a door boy. I need my Timothy. Because I'm slightly numb, slightly cold. A little flight, not so old. Anyway the wind blows, just as its not east, not east. Buddy, don't kill my dog. Put the gun across my bed. Pull that trigger I'll be red. Papa, rice has just been flung. But now I've gone and thrown it all the way. Mama, ooo. Didn't care if I made Jeff die. If I'm not back again sometime tomorrow, Feed my fish, feed my fish, as if something really matters. To date, that guy has come. Sends quivers with some wine. Hey, that's pretty fine. Goodbye everybody, he's really beaux. Gotta leave you all behind and see Bruce. Mama, ooo. (Anyway the wind blows) I don't want some rye I sometimes wish I've never been home at all. I see a little shivered rat of a bit Scataboosh, scataboosh, will you do the tango. Voltage is frightening, screaming, screaming bite me. Hot potato, hot potato. Hot potato, hot potato. Hot potato, how about no - fantastico. But, I'm just a door boy, somebody love me. He's just a door boy from a poor family. Spare him some change. He's desperately. Slightly numb, slightly cold, will you do the tango? Matilda! Whoa, will not let you tango - let me Tango. Matilda! Whoa, will not let you tango - let me tango. Matilda! Whoa, will not let you tango - let me tango. Will not let you tango let me tango. Never let you tango let me tango let me tango Never let me tangooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh mama Mia, mama Mia, mama Mia let me tango. That guy has a devil set out for me For me For me So you can cut me and leave me to cry So you think you can love me and expect me to die Oh, honey, you can't do this to me, honey. Just gotta let me out gotta get right outta here. Heck yeah, heck yeah! Something really matters Anyone can see Something really matters, something really matters to me. Anyway the wind blows.
Not One Day by Kulkum Al Stavich	#7 of The Savage Dark Continues from The Broken Mask (https://www.sofurry.com/view/1050137) Dark things await with lots of fluffy romance, sexy content and funny moments as we go. Check out the fan art gifted to me by TheWyvernsWeaver.	[ "Bunny", "Canine", "Drama", "Emotion", "Fanfiction", "Feral", "Fox", "Humor", "Judy Hopps", "Knot", "Love", "Nick Wilde", "Romance", "Semi-Savage", "Teasing", "Vaginal", "WildeHopps", "Zootopia", "erotica" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149253-not-one-day	Judy watched him as he stepped away from her, watched him as he adjusted his shirt over his shoulders and started to button it without comment. Somehow, it didn't surprise her, even if it caused an ache in her chest to see it. Now that the other bunny - who was apparently named Jack Savage - was gone and the irritation of his presence in her apartment was starting to fade, worry started to work its way to the surface. And she watched him with that worry in her eyes, listening to him talk as if nothing they had learned in the last few minutes even mattered. "He is an agent of some kind," he was explaining as deft paws slipped the last button just below the collar line into place. "Working the streets, you hear all kinds of rumors. Or at least I did. Roaming the bars, the seedy places that a fox can go into without getting a second glance or a dirty look from a bartender who'd end up ignoring them. While everyone else was sticking to their own business, I listened. Learned who to go to for what, who to avoid, where there might be prime targets for a hustle." The worry didn't fade, but it blended with a feeling of curiosity and sympathy as she stood next to the bed and let him talk without interruption. They had talked about his past as a hustler, many times, but he almost always kept the stories light hearted and humorous. Unless she had questioned him about specific subjects, subjects that he was sometimes reluctant to talk about. But he always told her anyway, always shared those little pieces of who he had been before they had met. "Well, there were rumors for years about a bunny with black stripes. They were pretty funny at first," he chuckled, though she couldn't bring herself to smile as she watched him stand in front of the mirror to start looping his tie. He was avoiding looking at her. "'Hey, did you hear about that rabbit so and so had trouble with? Can you believe it? Stupid lion.' Or 'Marty found a bunny down by the warehouse. Nah, just some drunk bunny with stripes. They let him go. It was pretty funny.' Then the lion disappeared, and the warehouse was raided by the ZBI a few days later. The whispers stopped being jokes. Goons - you know, muscle for the big cheeses in the underworld - whispered about some rabbit screwing up big scores, or people vanishing after an encounter with him. Jack. Or Savage, which always struck me as funny. You know, bunnies being savage. Who comes up with this stuff?" "So you think he's dangerous?" she asked, and decided to discard the blanket, tugging the makeshift tie free and letting it slide to the floor as she made her way towards him. Discarding the blanket had the desired effect: she saw his gaze move to her and his hands pause on the knot of his tie when it was halfway up his chest. Normally she might have enjoyed that reaction, but the fact that he looked on the edge of panic for a moment after his eyes scanned her rumpled fur and compact form was anything but a good feeling. "Maybe? I don't know. It's not like I have a full record of his doings. Just a name, a few bits here and there. Stripes. Bunny. Uh." She saw him swallow when she stepped closer to him, reaching up to place her hand on his chest. And because he was standing next to the mirror, it was an easy matter to shove him back a step until his back pressed into the door. That was becoming a habit tonight. "Carrots, this whole you being naked and sexy and a little scary isn't exactly productive in a 'I should leave' kind of way." "Why are you leaving?" she asked, her tone bland, her eyes trying to meet the green ones that were obviously trying to avoid looking at her as he rolled his head back with an exasperated sigh. She didn't move, just kept her paw on his chest. "I don't want you to leave." "You know why I'm leaving, Fluff," he said, sounding defeated as he turned his eyes to hers and held them sullenly. "You know why I need to leave." "What happened to fighting to keep me?" she demanded, her temper rising right alongside her determination. She was not going to let this take him from her, even if she had to play dirty. "Suddenly a little stress enters our relationship, and you decide to run off and hide? Is that what you call tooth and claw?" "This is not a little stress," he replied, and she could tell that he was trying to hold his temper. Not an easy thing, according to what Lapin had just explained to them. "This is reports saying 'Savage fox eats girlfriend, news at 11!' And I am not running away, I am putting a little distance until we know more about what's going on." "No, you're right," she said, and stalked past him to open the door herself. She stood to the side and waved a paw towards the exit. She waved her arms in the air, and grunting as frustration and hurt gave her that little irrational push, she gripped the front of his uniform and tried to drag him out. "Go on then! Get out! Because that's exactly what I need right now. For my partner to end up running savage through the streets because he's a dumb fox; one who's obviously too dense to understand anything said in the last half hour. You want to talk about stress? That's stress!" When he didn't move, she glared at him, amethyst eyes glittering with sparks of anger as she slammed the door again. She could see the hurt in his, the fear, the uncertainty. But she knew she couldn't let up, and wouldn't let up. She wouldn't let this cost them. Not even... "Judy, I could..." he began, but stopped when she slapped her paw into his chest to shove him back into the apartment. "You could what? Hurt me?" "Yes!" "Then do it!" she snapped, her ears dropping as she stepped closer to him, making his ears do the same. She wasn't exactly imposing, standing naked in front of the much larger predator, but she was also stronger than she looked. When she stood toe to toe with him, she placed both hands on his chest to shove him, causing him to stumble back a step. She advanced on him, and punched him in the shoulder hard enough to draw a growl from him. "Take your big, dangerous claws out and attack me. Or use those vicious predator teeth to take a bite! I'm just a helpless little bunny, after all. A savage wouldn't care; a savage wouldn't stop himself. So do it! Maul me! Make me bleed! \_Hurt\_me, Nick!" "I can't!" he snarled, making her heart slam hard against her chest in a way that had nothing to do with fear as she found herself looking into the eyes of the savage again. Those savage eyes, that should have been right on the brink of insanity, that just looked miserable when he dropped himself into the edge of the bed and lowered his face into his paws. Silent steps carried her to him, and he didn't resist when she gently drew his paws away so she could meet his eyes. "I know." "Damn it, Judy," he growled, and she didn't resist him when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She felt the heat of his breath against her shoulder as he buried his muzzle there; the slow and deep breaths causing a shiver to race through her as she buried her face into the blue of his uniform. "Why can't you be reasonable?" A little laugh, slightly manic in her own ears, escaped her when she gripped the front of his uniform with both paws and clung to him, feeling as if she was trying to keep him from pulling away. Tilting her head to the side, she nestled her muzzle nest to his and nudged it lightly until he raised it and those strange eyes a bit to look at her. Taking advantage of being the shorter of them, she ducked her head and before he could speak fit her mouth to his. And she kept it there, waited one beat and then two, until he responded to the kiss by closing his eyes and softening. She moved her lips over his softly, easily, and lovingly at first before she tempted him with a small and contended sigh against the side of his muzzle. Then she urged it deeper, until she felt his mouth part and his tongue glide over hers, filling her senses with the taste and smell of him until she felt that warm tingle start to grow in her belly and between her thighs again. Still, she kept it slow until she broke the kiss and looked up at him. Her gaze almost shy now, seeing bare and wild desire fighting with his attempts to control himself. "Look at us," she said, her voice a whisper against his mouth before she eased into another slow kiss. She had been seduced by him, loved by him, and shown his desire for her at every turn. And now as she relaxed her grip on his shirt and moved her hands down to slowly tug the knot of his tie free, she was going to show him hers. "You're a fox and I'm a bunny, Nick. The very idea of what we are, and how much I love you is not reasonable." She saw his eyes move over her face as she spoke; hunger and longing, warmth and love, curiosity and fear all intermingled in the way he watched her as she slowly drew the tie from his collar. When she moved her fingers to the buttons of his shirt, he moved one of his paws between them as if to stop her. Closing her fingers over it lightly, she drew it to her face to nuzzle and kiss the pad lightly, feeling the shiver race through him as she directed it to rest on her hip rather than impeding her as she returned her attention to his buttons. "This is different, Carrots," he said softly, though he showed no inclination to pull away from her now. His nose twitched, his muzzle parted slightly to show the tips of his canines. She could hear the little growl in his voice, and despite his confusion and his fear, she recognized the sound of one of desire. "We don't know what will happen if I go fully savage. I could hurt you." "No. No, we don't," she replied. She continued to watch her fingers pop the buttons free, breathing in the scent of his fur with every rise of her chest and savoring the warmth of the paw pads that now slid up the curve of her waist. "But I know what won't happen. And there is nothing that will convince me otherwise. And I know it's not reasonable. I know it's not smart. And I really don't care if it is. I love you, and I don't want it to be reasonable. "I want it to be crazy," she murmured when his shirt fell open and she was able to learn close to nip at his chest. She smiled a bit when she felt him jump, heard him groan. She reached for his belt and nuzzled her way up against his throat as she worked to unbuckle it. "Because I feel a little crazy when I'm with you, you know? Out of control. Mad with passion for a scruffy old fox." It warmed her heart and eased her mind considerably when he released a breathless laugh. One of his paws came up to touch her ears, and she lowered them so he could slide a caress down the length of them. The touch was just as comforting, both from the easy excitement and shocks of pleasure it sent through her heat addled body and because he was touching her without hesitation. Once his pants were open, she gave him no time to think before she slipped her paws down his hips to slide them down. The warm glow of desire grew hotter when fabric hit the ground, the quickening of her heart roaring through her ears when she turned her mouth to his again. She slid over him, nudged him until his back hit the bed so she could straddle his hips. Everything she saw in those savage green eyes of his was a little more feral than normal. The hunger was a little more intense, the desire a little more eager, the urgency a little less restrained, and the love a little more possessive. The pleasure a little richer in his sigh when she slid her hips forward, and wet heat met hard flesh in a slow slide that made both of his paws grab onto her hips. She felt his claws extend, press through her fur until they touched her skin, and now more than ever wondered at the fact that they didn't break the skin. It sent a thrilling spark of pleasure through her rather than frightened her, and she rolled her hips against her in a slow grind to draw a throaty sound from him that hovered somewhere between a moan and a growl. "So is this your plan then," he managed, his voice gravely. His paws tracked up her hips, and took a slow turn to slide upward through the fur of her stomach. She watched his eyes follow the trail of ruffled fur his fingers left, seeing the light in them when she shivered as he used the pads of his palms to smooth it back down again before starting the process over again over the smooth plain of her chest. She loved how big his paws were. They made her feel like he could touch her everywhere at once. "Take me to bed and seduce me until we know for sure that I won't lose control? Oh God, Judy!" Not bothering to stifle her own moan when he growled out her name, she gave the first part of her answer by sliding her hips forward and then back suddenly, taking the already throbbing length into her without a spark of hesitation. The size and difference made her ache, made the last inch a difficulty, but the sigh that escaped her was blissful when she had taken all of him. Amethyst eyes met deep, predatory green when he looked up at her. When he looked ready to say something again, when his muzzle parted, she raised her hips and slid down again, letting the friction silence him. It was as adorable as it was sexy, the way his muzzle tightened as his eyes seemed to lose focus for just a second. She moved her paws to his, drawing them away from her body until they hovered between them so she could place her palms against the pads of his. She never felt as small as she did when she was with him like this. Small, fragile, and so completely safe. "I already know you won't hurt me, Nick," she said and pressed into his paws for leverage, her hips rising again until just the tip remained inside her sex. She savored the pulse of his shaft as much as the pleasure it caused her when she rolled her hips on the way down, stopping in a slow grind that left him panting. "But I will seduce you until you believe it." She was pushing him, and she knew it. She kept the pace of her hips just a little too slow, kept their paw joined between them to draw things out as long as possible. She never stopped moving, which made everything feel so amazingly good when he filled her, but always slowed when she withdrew and paused a little longer than was needed. He wanted to touch her. She could see it in the way his eyes moved over her body, the way his tongue licked at the tip of his muzzle when he looked between them to see where their bodies mated. But she kept his hands between them with hers, moved hers with his when he tried to reach around them until he stopped trying and just looked up at her almost pleadingly. Frustrated, longing, so hungry that she could almost feel the need rolling off him as he arched his hips to hers. It all made every inch of him throb eagerly, urgently until she could see the corners of his muzzle start to twitch, exposing the deadly teeth of a predator in his pointless struggle for self-control. "You're going to have to take me, Nick," she whispered, her voice breathy and soft, causing his eyes to snap to hers. She could see the savage just under the surface, with Nick struggling for control. It wasn't smart. It wasn't reasonable. But she needed him to see it, needed him to know what she believed with every part of her being. Down deep into the heart that quickened when his fingers closed on hers and tightened enough to make pulling them away difficult, not that she intended to. Her breath hitched when his hips jerked upward as she lowered herself again, driving the full length into her aching sex quickly enough to cause her already flushed body to heat considerably. "D-don't you remember what it was like in the rain forest? Half savage," she groaned and tightened her thighs on either side of his hips, feeling heat seeping into her as his eyes darkened, focused. "Half mad, just needing you to touch me. I know you held back, because I could taste you in the air around me. I wanted you inside of me so much." "Judy." There was almost no control left in the voice, and what control was there slipped behind the growl when she pumped her hips down to his firmly. The muffled whine that escaped him, a very rare, very canine sound made her ears burn and her fingers tighten under his as she held his gaze. "I didn't want you to hold back then, and I don't want you to hold back now." Maybe she was expecting it, even hoping for it, but the sudden movement was so sudden and quick that it made her vision swim for a moment. Breathless, she found herself on her back in the center if her bed, eyes wide as she looked up at the fox that now loomed over her. She felt very vulnerable, and the fact that he hadn't released her paws only added to the feeling when he dragged them above her head and pinned them there. His eyes were focused on her, wild burning emeralds, and she saw only the primal need in them now as he lowered his muzzle to her throat. It should have terrified her. She had no idea how far gone he was, or if he was even able to think. But that didn't stop her from tipping her head back, and arching her hips when she realized he wasn't inside her anymore. "Nick, please," she groaned, in a voice that in no way asked him to stop, her legs wrapping around his hips fully. She felt the graze of sharp teeth through her fur, brushing her skin with a little more force than she was used to. Hard enough to leave a mark, make her skin heat as blood rushed in and rose to the surface, making her writhe in a crazy need that made her wonder which one of them was more savage with it. She found soon that she didn't need to beg, because he was beyond teasing, and she felt it when he shifted his hips to match hers. The first hard thrust took her breath, forcing it from her in a quaking scream of pleasure that was muffled in the fur of his neck as she toppled over the edge of a climax she hadn't even known was that close. It was all she could do to keep her mind from slipping into oblivion, and what she managed to keep was overwhelmed by the bright flash of sensation that wracked her body centered around the fox inside of her. And he did exactly what she had wanted him to do, what she had driven him to do: he took her without restraint, without fear. She wondered if he kept her hands in his as some line to sanity, because his felt like hers in what was otherwise a madness of need and unrestrained passion. She wasn't even sure if it lasted a minute or some sort of eternity that was just for them, but she was lost in it. She could only remember his body sliding over hers, demanding more of her with every filling thrust, every hungry bite and lick and suckle of his mouth that fell on her neck and shoulders. She gave what she could, and took what he gave her in turn until she was gasping for breath, unable to tell of the pleasure had ever reached the peak or if she had simply been driven from one orgasm to the next. What she did know was that it did become too much when she felt the swell at the base of his shaft, when his thrusts shortened and quickened into an urgency that she understood very well. Feeling the need, the tension in every muscle of the larger predator on top of her. A part of her wanted to grip his fur, while another part of her was glad that she could only ride it out when at last the snarl of pleasure from her fox sounded. A snarl that was muffled in the mattress below them when he raised his head and pressed the bottom of his muzzle between her ears. She pressed her mouth to his throat, nose twitching as she sucked in breaths filled with the scent of him, feeling the thickening pulse within her as liquid heat flooded her. She decided then, in a half conscious state of pleasure, that she had been right: if this wasn't reasonable, then she wanted to live the rest of her life without reason. The rabbit drifted under the weight of him then, surrounded by the scent of him, savoring the way he felt inside of her. Feeling his paws relax, ease their hold on hers until she realized they had been holding so tight that she had lost some of the sensation in them. She didn't mind, and hardly noticed anyway when she used that new freedom in her dreamy state to simply lace her fingers with his as best she could. She wasn't sure how much time passed, as their gasping pants became normal deep breaths, as the quick beat of their hearts - both of which she could hear in the silence of the room - slowed to a manageable pace. Neither one of them seemed inclined to move, and she allowed herself to drift between consciousness and warm darkness until she felt him move. A small sound of protest left her when he withdrew, both from within her and by taking his weight from on top of her. She quieted and relaxed when he settled down beside her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. She came right back to where she was with a few adjustments, molded herself to his large frame with her face pressed into his throat with her chin resting on the thicker fur of his chest ruff. She may have drifted off again. It was so hard to tell if it was simple, perfect contentment or peaceful sleep when she felt like this. But she was suddenly aware of his fingers sliding through the fur on his neck, parting it to see the skin beneath, and it drew a slow sigh from her as even that couldn't drag her out of her happy place. "Someday, you're going to have to stop looking to see if you hurt me," she murmured, tilting her head to the side to give him easier access as one finger pad slid very lightly down what she was sure was the mark his teeth had left. "No, never." The quick and unquestionable reply made her smile a little, mostly because even in the certainty of it, he sounded relaxed. At ease. As calm and content as she felt. When opened her eyes at last and raised them, she found herself looking into the rounded green that she knew so well again. There was a moment where she wondered if his heartrate had something to do with the change, or if it was simply emotion. Maybe both, as they were directly related physically. But she set the questioning aside for later as she reached up to cup his muzzle with both hands to draw him down for a light kiss. "This was risky, Carrots," he said, tilted his muzzle down so he could rest his nose against hers while he held her eyes. "Both of us have gone savage, Nick," she reminded him, and ran her fingers up to scratch at the base of his ears until he relaxed into the sensation. "And only one of us has hurt the other while savage. And that one wasn't you. I don't know who is doing this, or what will happen going forward, but I do know one thing for certain: I won't let it take you from me." "It's not," he began, but she placed her paw on the tip of his muzzle. "Not forever. I know you were thinking that a little distance would be safe, a little time. But no," she whispered, and brought her paws down to his face. "This crazy happiness you talk about feeling is mine, too. And I won't let it go for a month, or a week. I won't let this take you away from me. Not even for a day. Not one day." His eyes searched her face for a long moment before she was drawn closer to him again. Nestling into him, tilted her head into the sound of his sigh, she smiled. The sound was content now, maybe just a little resigned. "All right, rabbit," he said in a low voice, his fingers sliding in a slow caress down the length of her ears. It felt amazing, even with everything else, when he traced the pad of his thumb along the rim lovingly. "You win. I won't try to leave again, even if it is the safe thing to do." "Just try to leave again," she said with a grin, and a light tug at one ear that made it flick away playfully. "And I'll show you how safe it's not, fox\_.\_" "Big words from such a tiny ball of fluff," he deadpanned, and only laughed when she playfully smacked his shoulder. "There you go again! Assaulting an officer, madam, is a very serious crime." "And what exactly are you going to do about it, Officer Wilde?" she asked, and to make sure he was moving in the right direction with his answer, she nipped at his shoulder lightly and glided her fingers through his belly fur slowly until he groaned lightly. "Try to survive the night?" he quipped, batting her hands away when they wandered a little lower than his belly. "I keep forgetting you're in heat. Is that strange?" "Everything about the last two days has been strange," she said, and grinned as she swatted his hands away in turn to allow her own continued their path downward. She didn't stop until his back stiffened and his tail thwapped the wall behind him with a little yelp. "We should make up for lost time tonight." "Mercy," he begged weakly, turning his face towards her with a pleading look that was made ineffective by the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her. "I am only one fox." "You started this, with the flowers and the pretty words. Now, Officer Wilde, you have to pay the price for being in love with a bunny," she said, nudging herself closer and giggling when he nipped at her ear. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death," he began, and came to a stop when she cover his laughing mouth with hers.
A wild mate has appeared by CrimsonStar	#16 of Adult Commissions Delicious Pokemon story with Zoroark and Blaziken, with an amazing climax. ;) - A wild mate has appeared Commissioned by: Martigan from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar It was a sunny evening turned into a cool noon by the canopies of the trees above. Deep into the forest,	[ "Bisexual", "Cum", "Cumshot", "Pokemon", "Sex", "Straight" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145463-a-wild-mate-has-appeared	A wild mate has appeared Commissioned by: Martigan from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar It was a sunny evening turned into a cool noon by the canopies of the trees above. Deep into the forest, near a spring of crystalline waters, rested a Zoroark with her back against a tree. She was grooming herself carefully, picking small branches and parasites from her fur and carelessly throwing them away. Suddenly, Zoroark felt a soft but noticeable tremor in the ground. The earth shaking below her furred feet. She lowered her palm to the grass next to her. Nothing. She rose her snout to the air and sniffed quickly. Nothing. She shook her head and returned to carefully pick out the grime from her fur. It seemed as if she had just imagined whatever tremors she thought she felt. Then, from the spring near her, a pillar of water boomed into the heavens. Shaking the earth and ground around her. She hurried to her feet and the deafening growl of a Gyarados shook shattered the silence of the tranquil spring. The blue draconic pokemon lowered her face to Zoroark. The Gyarados seemed to the taken over by some sort of maddening rage. A powerful blast of water dug a hole where Zoroark had been standing. She jumped to the tree above her and extended her hand. With a flick of her wrist she deceived Gyarados into one of her illusions. And for a brief instant it worked. The blue beast stopped its rampage and began whipping its head around in confusion. Yet rather than calming it, the illusion only made it angrier. Zoroark barely had time to jump off her tree before a beam of pure energy from Gyarados mouth slashed the air behind her. She jumped to the floor. The HyperBeam hit her leg and she groaned in pain. She was thrown to the ground. She dispelled her illusion. Gyarados attacking her was better than it being in a rampage, at least that way it wouldn't damage the grove as much. As the mirrorism faded, Gyarados centered its eyes back on Zoroark. She tried to stand up but slipped back to the floor. Her leg too wounded to support her weight. The Gyarados rose above her menacingly and a stream of energy began gathering around its open maw. Zoroark tried to roll to a side but the Gyarados shifted to adjust its angle. Zoroark closed her eyes, bracing to face the Hyperbeam. Instead, however, she heard a double tap and a strange weaving sound. Like feathers ruffling against the wind. When she opened her eyes, she found Blaziken in the air above her. He had just double kicked Gyarados and made it flinch to a side. The flames around his wrists blazed greater than any other Blaziken she had ever seen. Gyarados blasted another Hydropump against Blaziken, but he dodged it with a swift jump. Again and again she moved out of harm's way, leaving massive holes in the ground where Gyarados was pumping water. Blaziken was breathing heavily. Zoroark sat in the ground and closing her eyes submerged Gyarados into another illusion. Just as before he went on a rampage, but that way Blaziken had several openings to strike it. Whenever the Dragon-type tried to charge energy for a Hyperbeam, Blaziken would jump in and kick the blue dragon with all its strength, hidden behind Zoroark's illusion he could repeatedly assault the blue serpentine creature with impunity. Punch after punch, Blaziken assaulted Gyarados with the might of ten pokemon. He moved faster and hit harder than any other strangers to have wandered into her grove, and even then the fire-type was having a hard time against Gyarados. After several rounds of kicking and punching, the massive creature unleashed one final Hyperbeam into the sky and then lunged back into the the spring. Smashing the mirror of water with such strength that the very shockwaves of the retreat made the earth shake profusely. A tree groaned as it's roots were pulled from the trembling, and form having been hit with Hydropump a few seconds before. It fell right over Zoroark. Blaziken sprung into action and dashed to move Zoroark out of harm's way. An instant later the tree hit empty soil, Blaziken and Zoroark lay breathing heavily and wounded next to it. Blaziken was panting, his red and yellow feathers completely distraught from the earlier combat. HE had also taken several hits from Gyarados attacks, but none of his wounds seemed as serious as Zoroark's. "You okay?" Asked Blaziken in his gruff voice. "My leg hurts." Pointed Zoroark. A thunder crackled in the skies above them. "Gyarados must have changed the weather." Zoroark remarked. "Come with me." Asked Blaziken. "My lair is nearby, we can shelter there until the storm passes and while your wounds heal." "Alright. Thank you." Zoroark tried to stand up, but she limped on her wounded leg. "Don't worry." Continued Blaziken. "I'll carry you." The fighter-type leaned to raise Zoroark on his arms. "You're not that heavy, see?" Zoroark noded softly, staring into Blaziken's blue eyes. His feathered body was a stark contrast to her own cloak of dark fur. Blaziken made little effort to move Zoroark around, his body was muscular and well defined. The flames around his wrists had now faded and his body felt rather soft and pleasant. The trip, however, was far from the tranquil walk she had expected. Blaziken ran through the forests with the strength and speed of a ninja. It was less than a minute before they were back in Blaziken's cave. It was a small opening on the side of a massive stone wall. As they came closer, however, Zoroark noticed that the entrance was covered with a rather big boulder. Before she could ask, Blaziken began talking: "Mind if I put you down? I need to... erm... Open the door." He chuckled. "Yeah, go ahead. I feel somewhat better." Blaziken dainty lowered Zoroark to the floor. A steady rain had begun falling and it stung whenever it reached her wounded thigh. Zoroark seeked shelter close to a nearby tree, thinking that Blaziken would take longer to clear the way, but as soon as she turned back to the fire-type, he had already pushed the door away with a single kick, and was motioning her to enter with a cordial vow. Zoroark walked into the den and immediately felt a comforting warmth extending towards her. As she walked in, she noticed a faint ember deep inside. As she moved closer and Blaziken sealed the entrance behind her, she came upon a burning fireplace on the center of a circular chamber. It was rather warm and cozy. Blaziken joined her a few seconds later. "I hope you like it." He said, coming closer and shooting fire at the fireplace, making the embers rise tall and lick the ceiling. "I do." She answered softly as she extended her hands towards the fire and basked in the reddish glow. "Thank you for saving me." "No problem. I happened to be nearby." "Really?" Zoroark sat down in front of the fire. Small serpents of vapor had begun slithering away from her fur as the warmth continued to extend through her body. I have seen you before around my grove. Blaziken sat next to her and also extended his hands towards the fire. "You have?" Zoroark rested her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, a couple of times." She ended on a low tone, as inviting him to answer a question she didn't make. "Ah... Well... Sometimes I gather food and other things around there." "But you know that grove is mine, right? My territory." "Y... Yeah... I thought you wouldn't notice." Zoroark let out a soft grunt. "Of course I notice. I sometimes notice you from the moment you enter my land." "R... Really?" She chuckled again. "Don't look so surprised. You must have figured." "I... I didn't. I tried to be stealthily." "Oh so you knew you were trespassing." "No no. It's not like that at all. I thought..." Zoroark rose one of her fingers to Blaziken's mouth. "I know you watch me." "Oh... You do?" Zoroark giggled softly. "So you admit it?" "I mean. It's not like..." His body warmed as he got nervous. "Okay you got me." "If I wanted to, I could have made you wander my grove without ever finding me, you know?" "What do you mean?" Zoroark waved her hand and the cozy cave turned into the illusion of a wide open field, the burning fireplace still in the middle. The illusion was perfect, the blue skies above were clear, with just the right amount of puffy clouds marring it. The trees danced with the ebb and flow of a gentle breeze and even birds could be heard chirping in the distance. Even the damp smell of the cave was replaced by the scent of flesh flowers and moist ground. Below him, Blaziken could now feel the gentle tingling of grass. He could even swear that he could smell other wild pokemon in the distance. "That's amazing." He said, open mouthed. "If I hadn't wanted you to see me. You wouldn't have." She paused softly and looked up. "Unless you were as dumb as that Gyarados." "Right, that." for a brief moment it seemed as if Blaziken had forgotten completely about the matter. "What was that about?" The illusion vanished, they both returned to the cozy cave and Zoroark sighed. "I don't know. I think the spring is somehow connected with the ocean and that Gyarados must have lost its way. Normally most Pokemon fall in a guardian illusion and go away, but I guess that one must have gone in a rampage and it started destroying my grove." She drew closer to Blaziken's body. "Thanks again." "No problem." Blaziken felt like he needed to say something, but he wasn't really clear on what he was supposed to say in that kind of situation. He began fiddling with his fingers and Zoroark began to doze off next to him. After a few minutes, he finally gathered the courage to continue talking to his new friend. "Hey. Do you want something to eat?" Asked Blaziken, trying to keep the conversation flowing. "Sure, do you have food in here?" "I don't have a lot of it, I usually just forage outside, but I have some fruit if you want." "That'd be great." Zoroark finished happily. Blaziken clumsily stood up and walked to a corner of his cave. Stashed near a pile of other trinkets he had found while exploring the grove, he found three small blue and purple fruits, which he brought back to Zoroark. She was looking down at her wounded leg. Blaziken had thought that the wound was on the outside, however he noticed that there was a small patch of blood and charred hair on the inside of her leg. His eyes instinctively shifted from the wound up to her crotch. He felt a rush of warmth running through his body, when he met Zoroark's eyes. He shuffled his head and walked forward. "Here, I found these." He handed her a fruit. "Sorry about your leg." "It hurts." She informed, while taking the food. "I think it was worse than I thought." She wipe some of the the grime away from her wound. "That Gyarados must have been really strong." Blaziken hummed, took a bite out of the fruit he was holding and kneeled next to Zoroark, while drawing closer into the wound. It was on her left leg, on the upper thigh. Again, as he inspected the wound, his eyes naturally wandered up to Zoroark's femininity. The wound itself was pretty much what one would expect from a Hyperbeam burn. Her fur was scorched and her skin had also taken some damage. Blood had already dried around the wound and it had been soiled with patches of dirt and dry vegetation. "I think we need to clean it." Blaziken continued, raising to meet Zoroark's eyes. "I was thinking the same." She agreed, with a strange playfulness in her voice. "I'll go get some water..." "No need." She interrupted. "Normally I would just lick it clean, but I can't reach it. So maybe... you could do it for me?" "You... You want me to lick the wound?" "Well... Yeah. I mean, that will probably work better than anything else you could find in this cave... I don't think your type does it, but we do it all the time." "Oh I see..." "But there is something I wanted to ask first." "What is it?" She chuckled. "Why are you so nervous?" "Oh... Hehe... You noticed?" "Well you've been acting kind of stiff since we got here..." "Ah... Well I don't have guests often so... This is kind of a first for me, actually." "Really...? So it's your first time?" She purred, before bursting into laughter. Blaziken looked away in embarrassment, but immediately decided to just act it out. "So how do I do it anyways?" "Do what?" "You know... your wound thing." "Ah... That. Open your mouth." Blaziken obeyed. "Your tiny tongue is so cute." Zoroark giggled. "So all you need to do is lick my wound, like... if you were using a leaf to clean it or something." "Oh... Okay." Zoroark spread her legs towards Blaziken, exposing not only her wound, but also her sweet-smelling genitals. "You can start whenever you're ready." She urged. "Oh... Okay." Blaziken moved in closer to the wound and to her genitals. The fire-type got so close that his beak accidentally brushed against her wound. Her body tensed, but she made no sound. "Sorry." Blaziken whispered. She didn't answer, and Blaziken took that as his cue to continue. He took a deep breath, and he couldn't help but catch, under the faint smell of dry blood and charred fur, Zoroark's own sweet scent. It was musky and dull, but he liked it. He could only imagine the taste, it was probably salty and full of her pheromones. He opened his beak and using his tongue took a lashing from Zoroark's wound. Her body tensed again. "Try to do it more carefully." Zoroark requested. "Sorry." Blaziken swallowed, his mouth now had a soft blood tinge in it. He again opened his beak and let his tongue slide through Zoroark's fur, unconsciously moving to the left, as if looking for that jewel that was now so close to his face. This time her body didn't tense, but she still held her breathing while he cleaned her wound. "Wait... I have an idea." She interrupted, grabbing his head with both hands and moving it up closer to hers. "I'll teach you." She grinned. Before he could reply, she moved in and pushed his head towards hers, her snout met his beak and instinctively they began pulsing together. After just a few seconds, Zoroark introduced her own tongue into Blaziken's beak, she swirled it around and explored every corner of Blaziken's beak. When they separated, a thin thread of saliva hanged for a few seconds, before Zoroark wiped her mouth. And gave him another fast kiss. "See? You have to do it like that." She grinned. "Use your tongue like it were your fingers." Blaziken was frozen for several seconds. She had just received the most passionate kiss of his life and it had just been 'a lesson'. "Yeah... Yeah... I think I get it..." He muttered, still confused by the act. He went back down and again faced himself with the wound and Zoroark's majestic labia. At that moment he could have sworn that under the dim light of the fireplace, he could see the pearly reflection of slight moistness around Zoroark's vulva. Blaziken swallowed again and opened his beak to lick Zoroark's wound. He moved around it as if he were kissing the wound. His tongue slowly brushing away against her wounded leg. This time she seemed to be much more comfortable. Blaziken was still getting a faint metallic flavor every time he scraped her wound, but after a few minutes, he had gotten used to it and had covered most of the wound. When he rose back up to meet Zoroark's gaze, he noticed she had her eyes closed and was leaning back slightly. After he stopped, Zoroark also reincorporated, opening her eyes with a lazy demeanor and raising to sit up straight. Blaziken sat next to her and wiped his mouth with his wrist. She seemed much more tranquil now. "Thank you." She happily accepted. "You learn really fast." He scratched his nape in embarrassment. "Thanks." "How does your tongue feel?" Zoroark continued. "It feels a bit numb and it tastes a bit to blood." He informed casually, while picking up the last fruit from the floor next to him. Zoroark took the fruit from his hands and took a bite out of it. Blaziken was about to complain, when Zoroark put the fruit to a side, grabbed Blazikens face with both hands and again kissed him. Slowly at first, it was more of a mechanical action, Blaziken felt her mouth over his first, and then came the fruit, it was lukewarm, intermingled with her warm saliva. She pushed it into his beak and he swallowed it almost immediately, barely biting on it as it passed to his inside. He taught Zoroark would then retreat, but instead she continued the kiss, again her tongue was dominant, warm and slippery, but this time she wasn't pretending there was another motive rather than feeling attracted to him. They separated, but Zoroark was still holding Blaziken's face between her hands. Her saliva was salty, saltier than he had thought, but at the same time it had an unmistakable flavor, that he had also noticed while he hovered close to her vulva. The very way Zoroark fondled his fur while they kissed emanated sexual energy that was making him feel more excited than he had ever been before. "Don't be so nervous." Zoroark invited. "I told you I knew you watched me." "But I..." "I like you too, silly. I'm really happy you rescued me today." Blaziken gaped at Zoroark, for him it was like a dream come true. He knew how gentle and playful Zoroark was, but he never expected her to be interested in him. "When did you find out I liked you?" Blaziken asked. "I don't know, at first I thought you just liked my grove... But then I noticed you always looked for me when you came. So... I guess it was kind of obvious. I was annoyed by it at first, but you were always careful and didn't damage my grove so I didn't mind..." She gave him another deep kiss, and while their breaths mingled, they started to slowly caress each other. She licked his beak and bit on his neck. Blaziken began to softly comb her fur and she started to play with the feathers over his chest. There was something about Zoroark's playfulness that made Blaziken feel a slight discharge of electricity whenever she touched him. The deep kiss continued for several minutes until Zoroark let out a soft purr while moving away from him. She was breathing heavily, the fur all over her body had fluffed out while they kissed and she was breathing through her mouth. Her tongue slithered inside her mouth like a recoiling serpent. "Wanna do more with what you just learned?" She invited. "What do you mean?" Blaziken asked softly. She chuckled and leaned back, using her arms to keep herself only partly incorporated. She had a dumb half-smile on her face. She spread her legs wide open, as she had done before while he was tending for her wounds. "I saw you looking at me. I want it too." "You mean...?" She sniffed softly. "You smell that? I really want you." She rose her hips slightly, inviting Blaziken to continue. "That smell means that I'm ready to mate this season." The fire-type's heart began to flutter, he rested his weight on his knees and descended his head to Zoroark's crotch. The smell had gotten even stronger than before, he could feel the particules of her wetness entering and filling up his lungs with every breath. Now with permission he was able to carefully inspect her beautiful femininity. A beautiful slit open in the midst of her legs. It was a dainty slit of flesh covered by two flaps of furred flesh, yet the hairs closest to the center seemed to be humid, clumped together as hair often does when it's wet. Blaziken delicately moved his finger closer, and softly brushed the parting of her labia. A thick colorless fluid stuck to his finger and he started to feel a familiar warmth filling his belly. He licked the fluid from his fingers, it was salty but otherwise flavorless. Hr opened his mouth and carefully let his tongue extend towards Zoroark's vagina. When the tip touched her flesh a wave of relaxation ran through her body. A cloud of her smell filled his nose. He licked again, harder this time. And again, and again. HE alternated between inserting his tongue into her body and brushing the only part of ehr outer vulva not covered in fur: Her clitoris. He continued his careful incursion into her sex, pushing harder against her body every time, until he instinctively found himself standing on all fours to maintain the right angle to please her. As he rose his own hips, his smell also spread through the room, mixing with Zoroark's essence. He found himself gulping several times as he pleased her, since his tongue would slowly fill his beak with her wetness. And with every drop he drank, his own sex awakened. His penis had remained inert so far, only letting him know of it's presence with a familiar warmth, yet as Zoroark's pheromones invaded his body, it had started to harden and bulge with blood. Finally, Blaziken noticed Zoroark was moving faster and her hips were pulsing with pleasure, that was his signal, he decided to start moving his tongue faster and faster, introducing one finger into her vagina while he continued to drink her fluids with his tongue. Zoroark reacted by arching her back and curling her toes inwards. She let out a soft moan and clenched her jaw. Blaziken didn't stop there, he carefully introduced a second finger into Zoroark, curling them both upwards as he continued. He could feel a small lump inside her flesh, a glimmering jewel of pleasure, whenever he rubbed against it he could feel a spark of pleasure running all the way through Zoroark's body. Blaziken channeled a bit of his inner fire to his hands, just enough to get his hands to a pleasurable warmth. He continued to assault Zoroark's interior, now she made little effort to hide her pleasure. She moaned with a high pitch that filed the cave. Again and again she found herself scratching the dirt below her paws. With every attack Blaziken made, Zoroark found herself sliding closer to the brink of an orgasm like she had never felt before. Finally, Blaziken increased the warmth of his hand along with the speed and strength with which he was pounding Zoroark. She started moving her hips in sync with the melody of feelings that were slowly extending through her body. Her thoughts slowly became clouded. His body began to spontaneously convulse and she could feel the uncontrollable burning of unreleased pleasure about to explode through all her body. Blaziken pecked at Zoroark's clitoris and that was the last push she needed. She couldn't hold back anymore. The boiling pot of heat that had been building up in her body overflowed and exploded in a release of ecstasy and bodily fluids. Her entire body arched towards the skies and Blaziken only continued his assault. Zoroark's mind went numb her body curled, she was out of breath and the orgasm was of such magnitude that she had a hard time breathing as she finished. She could also feel a discharge of her own fluids suddenly rushing out of her body and covering Blaziken's face with crystalline pleasure. She couldn't tell how long had passed since she orgasmed, the world was still spinning when she opened her eyes and a drowsy haze clouded her thoughts. She tried to talk but her voice came in a fading trail. When looked to a side, she found Blaziken lying next to her. His eyes were wide open and he emanated a soft warmth. Zoroark found herself purring in pleasure while her hand slithered to her thighs and she noticed that the was immensely wed, to the point that it almost seemed as if she had peed herself. She knew full well, however, that such wasn't the case. She wet her fingers in her own fluids and brought it to her snout. She softly licked them and then proceeded to extend her hand towards Blaziken's penis. She found it stiff and begging for attention, it was warm and throbbing, the mere touch of it made Zoroark wish to have it inside her. She used her entire hand to run up and down through his shaft, enjoying the feeling of something so stiff under her paws, and imagining all the wild places where she could put such an instrument of pleasure. She giggled and moved closer to him. He was smiling and she had a sly grin on her face. She stroked her dick a couple of times and then carefully picked some of his precum with her finger, she licked on it and then proceeded to give him a deep kiss. He could feel both her overpowering flavor and his own delicate precum mingling in his beak. As they continued to kiss their bodies pressed against each other. She rose her leg to put it over him and started to slowly rub her crotch over his dick. She was so incredibly wet that it didn't take long before his instrument was fully covered in slippery juices. They both moaned softly as the show continued. She moved her hand from his dick to his buttocks and lowered her second hand while moving her crotch even closer with a delicate hop, she rubbed his dick one last time and began guiding it towards the entrance of her vagina. To him it felt like he was being guided into the entrance of an oven, quite a feat considering he was a fire-type. When he finally entered, he felt a warm embrace surround his dick. The fluids of her mate quickly covered every inch of his penis, increasing the warmth he felt from her insides. It seemed to him as if every inch of his dick was suddenly firing pleasure into his body, to the point that he stood still several seconds after he had entered, simply enjoying the feeling of being inside Zoroark. She noticed his bliss and simply moved in closer for several soft kisses. After a few seconds, Blaziken began to instinctively move his hips back at forth. Laying on their sides and one in front of the other, they cuddled in a sexual embrace, their hips going at eachother softly at first, but increasing in speed as time passed. Zoroark continued to play with Blazikens butt each time he trusted, groping his buttocks harder and harder each time pushing him inside her deeper and with more strength every time. Blaziken moved his hand in front of him and started to play with Zoroark's breasts. They weren't too big and were mostly hidden below her fur, yet Blaziken had no effort in finding them and he started to use his full hand to massage them, putting special attention to her nipples. As the speed increased, they rolled to a side, still conjoined at the hips, leaving Blaziken on top while Zoroark opened herself fully to Blaziken. He kissed her again, this time synchronizing the rhythm of her tongue with his penis entering and leaving her again and again. Zoroak began to moan in pleasure and Blaziken started to change the speed at which he moved. He alternated between slow and long stockades, taking the time to almost completely withdraw from inside her before pushing in with all his strength as if trying to reach her deepest core, and rapid pulses that made her moan even harder as he rubbed his pubis against her sweet clitoris. He moved his hands to her hips and rose his torso to a 90 degree angle. From there, with his dick fully inserted into her, he began to pierce into her again. In such a position, the natural angle of his dick made it so that her most sensitive spot was being rubbed with every insertion. She started to moan, and he stopped after a few instants to bathe in the beautiful bliss of his partner, she was panting, her eyes unfocused and her head thrown to a side. When their eyes met she smiled softly and slowly moved one of her hands up to her own nipple. "Kiss me." She purred. He leaned back in and started to fuck her with renewed strength. This time he went faster, she went louder, her moaning muffled by Blaziken kissing. She extended her hands behind his back and pulled on his feathers while he continued to please her. He felt his body beginning to reach the point of no return so he started to move faster. Zoroark, however, entangled her legs behind him and made him stop his movement, with the same sly grin she had showed before. He was breathing heavily, his hips still trying to move instinctively, and his breathing heavy and short. SHe rose slightly and gave him a soft peck. "Lay on your back, she whispered to him." She lowered her hand to her crotch and slowly moved her hips back to let Blaziken retract. His dick was bulged and warm, and it throbbed with anticipation. Zoroark pushed Blaziken to his back and immediately hopped on top of him. She kissed his forehead, his lips, his neck and slowly began making her way down his chest. She stopped at his nipples and used the tip of his tongue to draw circles with their slimy saliva around his nipples. Her warm breath spread all through his chest with every exhalation she gave. He reacted surprisingly well to her licking, his sensitivity increased by his own arousal. She started to carefully include her teeth into her playful nipple playing. She started to bit softly on his nipples, while she let her hand wander down to his crotch and stroke his penis softly and slowly. Slowly enough as to avoid making him cum, but firmly enough as to send shivers of pleasure up his body. After a bit, he started moaning and she decided to continue with her journey, again she planted slow kisses while descending through his body. She stopped at his navel, softly pulled on his feathers and final she hopped down to the glorious instrument of her pleasure that emanated so much warmth that she could feel it spreading through her face as she drew nearer to it. It stank to a mixture of her own fluids and Blaziken's. She opened her mouth, moved closer and let her breath mingled with the smell of fluids that were filling her mouth, before proceeding to lick it. It had a salty and sour taste to it, but the moment her tongue touched it, she felt a powerful urge to have it inside her. She put it inside her mouth, at first she simply let it slide through her lips while embracing with with her tongue. She moved up and and repeated the process again, slowly feeling her way through his dick. It was warmer than the rest of his body and her tongue slowly explored every nook and cranny of his body. She slowly took it in and out, using her tongue to wrap it in it's slippery humidity. She then began sucking on it while she continued to move back and forth and used her tongue to attack the tip of his dick with rapid licks. She then began to take it even further, trying to put his penis as deep into her mouth as she could, making it reach the back of her throat as she pushed it further into her. Blaziken started to react strongly to the pleasure he was receiving, she started to let out soft moans and his hips moved instinctively up as Zoroark continued to please him. She then extended her hands in front of her and grabbed Blaziken's butt, which he had risen from the floor in an expression of pleasure. She cupped his buttocks between her open palms and pushed his dick even further into her mouth and throat. He let his penis rest softly in that deep position, simply delighting in the amazing pleasure she was providing for him. As she moved to retract his dick form her deepest parts Blaziken was thrown over the ledge and a white explosion of pleasure that began in his crotch and extended to every reach of his body was released. He let out a loud moan as his pelvic muscles contracted, his stomach contracted and finally his back arched and his hips raised to the heavens. At the same time a release of steaming white fluid shot out from the tip of his dick straight into Zoroark's throat. She had to swallow several times to be able to take the full discharge of his pleasure, and the fluid was so warm that she ended up with a cozy and pleasurable sensations of heat in her belly. After he had emptied his testicles, Zoroark moved back and wiped his mouth with a sly grind directed at the panting Blaziken spread in front of her. She licked her lips and slowly caressed her breasts, her hardened nipples giving her clear confirmation of her arousal and begging her to be touched and played with. She slowly moved up to him, and while she did, she noticed that a few droplets of moisture were dripping from her crotch into the feathers of Blaziken, and a thin slippery line of fluid hanged between her legs. She moved up to him and kissed him again, making sure to invade his beak with her tongue to let him taste his own flavor. He kissed him with great passion, while hovering above him. He was drowsy and unfocused, but when Zoroark used her fingers to gather her fluids from her crotch and fed them to him, he seemed to return to activity as if she had given him some sort of energizer. She smiled and extended her hand down to his hips, only to find that his penis was also slowly returning to it's previous hardened state. She smiled while stroking his penis. It didn't take long before it was again fully erect. Blaziken breathing began to happen again. "So what do you want me to do?" Zoroark teased. "Want me to keep working with you?" She teasingly rose her butt behind her. "I want to come all over you." She whispered, while suddenly raising and reverse saddling Blaziken, who was still lying on the floor. Zoroark lifted her leg over Blaziken's face and adopted a reverse-cowgirl position, keeping her bottom as high as possible, making sure to give Blaziken a good clear view of her anus and dripping vulva. She looked back at him with a sly smile and began to descend over his dick, yet instead of putting it in right away, she first slid her crack down along the shaft of his penis. Slowly letting her fluids overflow into Blaziken's instrument. She finally said over Blaziken's pubis, letting his dick gordge and pulsate in front of her, while she stroked it as if it were her own. She looked down and reveled with the sight. Her crotch, wet and overflowing with fluids was spawning that glorious red instrument of her pleasure, it was hard as stone and she could see small translucent droplets coming out of the tip. That made her want to suck on it again, as if she wanted to extract as much as she could of that delicious fluid. "Let me put it in." Blaziken begged, while moving his hands to her hips. She giggled and softly rose herself above Blaziken's dick again. She hovered above him for several seconds, slowly descending her vagina over his dick, until the tip was at the entrance she rubbed the opening of his penis against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure to flood them both, just before she started to slowly let his dick slide into her. They were both wet enough and he was harder than even before. She felt the tip flourish inside her. and the swallowed the rest with ease. She kepty pushing down until she could feel her buttonks hitting against his testicles. She took a deep breath when she hit the base. She moved her buttocks back against Blaziken, as if trying to take in those few last millimeters, while giving Blaziken once more a clear view of her anus. As she breathed with her eyes closed and her head town back, she suddenly Blaziken growing even more inside of her, and she noticed that he had begun to move his hips below her. She smiled, extended her arms in front of her and began moving up and down along Blaziken's shaft. In unison, Blaziken also began to suddenly start thrusting his hips at Zoroark. The continued that rhythm until the pleasure began to increase, Zoroark was becoming suddenly higher and that prompted Blaziken to lift himself up and start playing with Zoroark's breasts, pinching her nipples and kneading them like fresh dough. As they continued to move their grinding became faster and faster. Zoroark suddenly felt a strange feeling extending all the way from her belly down her vulva and up to her head, as her and Blaziken continued to rock in unison, she could feel the familiar tingling of a rash desire of pee raising in her crotch. She had the brief tough to stop, but she knew it was too late for that, instead she gave in to the pleasure., letting herself ride that tingling sensation to orgasm. At the same time Blaziken felt his head going numb and his arms gave uin, making him fall back to the floor and arch his back as the powerful release of his seed flooded Zoroark's deepest regions. Accompanied with an orgasm that filled the entire room and that made both of their heads go blank for several instants, a release of fluids wet the floor and the sweet smell of passion filled the room. Several more howls of pleasure soon followed as Zoroark and Blaziken convulsed together on the rocky floor, against the backdrop of a fireplace that was now dying out. Without separating, Zoroark turned her head to Blaziken with a drooling grin and said: "You came inside me." Blaziken could barely understand the phrase at first, but then he answered in a groggy voice: "Yeah... Sorry about that." "You say that yet you're still throbbing inside me." Zoroark took another deep breath and moved to a side, again passing her leg above Blazikens face, as if wanting to give him a good long look of how his seed was spilling out from her and leaving a trail of mixed fluids over her chest. "Thanks a lot for this." Blaziken said, as Zoroark adopted her position next to him. Taking her time to lick his chest clean of their fluids and before moving in to kiss him once more. "That you for saving me from that Gyarados earlier." Zoroark replied softly. "I guess I never thanked you properly." "Oh, you just did." He chuckled. She joined in his laughter and began to lazily move her hand over his chest, belly and genitals, slowly exploring his body and straightening his feathers. "How long have you been waiting to mate with me?" She asked softly. Her mind still covered by a dull hazy mist, from the orgasm she had just had. "I don't know... It's not like I planned this." He said softly cuddling her under his arm. "Well, I enjoyed it very much. I just find it sad it didn't happen earlier." She rubbed her belly and looked up and Blaziken. "You really came a lot." She grabbed his free hand and moved it to her belly, to his surprise it had bulged slightly and it was warm to the touch. "You really came a lot." She informed him. "I'm gonna be dripping for quite some time after this." She playfully finished while hissing his chest and unconsciously moving her hand back to his penis. They finally shared another deep and long kiss, before letting themselves slowly fall into the haze of sleep, cradled together in front of an almost faded flame. The rest of the night was a calm slumber marked by short periods of copulating whenever any of them woke up. Sometimes with the other one still sleeping they would proceed to start arousing each other, only to wake to a partner ready to mate once more. When morning finally came, it was announced by the soft smell of drying grass and wet pokemon roaming outside the cave. They found themselves lying in eachother's arms, having each found a new mate for life. Both Zoroark and Blaziken knew full well that that night had been only the first of many to come. \\Thanks fo reading! Don't forget to Fave and watch!\\
Esilym: Lost by MalfunctionDown	#1 of Esilym Esilym has been undergoing planning and writing for many years, finally posting the first chapter of the Esilym prequel. - Treetops rushed by and clouds burst apart as a colorful round craft fashioned of stone propelled itself through the sky without any visible means of	[ "Bat", "Chalakdoluv", "Esilym", "Fantasy", "Magic", "Mystery", "SFW", "Suspense" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146873-esilym-lost	Treetops rushed by and clouds burst apart as a colorful round craft fashioned of stone propelled itself through the sky without any visible means of support. Its speed lessened, and the craft began to descend, drifting slowly, as if lost in thought. "By now, we should almost be on top of Tonkro Falkdovo. Search for any sign of anything that might be made by our ancestors, and be ready to dive!" Clanmistress Lihuvi announced to her Chalakdoluv clan. The rest of the clan members were already getting to their scrying bubbles to remotely comb the forest in search of anything unusual. "Understood clanmistress." Ankniv's filtered voice replied through the Sojolosr craft's pilot socket. He powered down the engine and pulled his head out of the interface socket and slid his wings out of the control rudders, blinking as his orb-like eyes adjusted to the daylight. Ankniv looked around and turned to one of the scryers. "...Sadavi, do you ever think of joining the Kruxo's mission? A modhuvakn of that complexity would make you quite rich." Sadavi stroked his whiskers in thought as he kept looking through the scrying machine. "To be honest I am tired of building machines. I would personally prefer to join Rokav legion." Ankniv's ears twitched as he looked at Sadavi sideways. "...What? The army? Sadavi, where is your head? You're of the Vi caste! The army is no place for you, especially the Rokav legion of all things! They're the frontline!" Sadavi frowned, huffed through his leaf nose and slightly closed his wings around himself defensively. "I may be a Vi, but I don't want to stay trapped in one place for the rest of my life building that damned thing. No one even knows where the Kruxo's modhuvakn is, the builders all have to pledge their silence for life. Besides, I'm as capable as any of you Nivs. There'd be lots of opportunities to learn overseas, so--" "Clanmistress, I found something!" another Chalakdoluv called out from somewhere behind them. Ankniv reluctantly let the conversation dwindle with a nod of his head and returned to his pilot socket. Lihuvi jogged over to Wruniv, the scryer who had found something. She clapped her paws together and giggled. "Excellent, your tiny little eyes be praised." Wruniv sighed at Lihuvi's joke and continued. "What we seek is a ravine, hidden in the shadows of a mountain. The structures look like they were carved into the sides of the chasm for some reason." Wruniv's voice trailed off uneasily. Lihuvi blinked and went to consult the terrain map. She pressed her sunstone into a hexagonal indentation, carved into the side of a pedestal with a basin in it. The bottom of the basin had more hexagons carved into it. The surface raised until it became even with the edge of the lip of the basin edges and made a perfectly flat surface. Then the hexagons split into smaller and smaller hexagons as the map rendered into a primitive representation of the geography that Wruniv had seen. "Odd," Lihuvi mused. "In all of written Chalakdoluv history, there's never been any mention of our ancestors living... underground." She chose her last word carefully. She had almost gravely insulted their ancestors. She had nearly said "living like Mib'Vorrout." Mud dwellers. An uneasy silence filled the air as everyone gathered around the map with her and stared. For Chalakdoluv, living on the surface of the earth like common sapients was filthy and unclean. No honorable Chalak would willingly live on the earth if they could help it. Even so, they normally made exception for their great ancestors, who had lived before the time when they had escaped from the harsh earth, before the Ascension. But this was different. Finding ruins built underground on purpose defied all reason. None of them could imagine why someone's ancestors would wallow in the dirt like that when their species was blessed with beautiful wings. Not even the Shamed would live in such a place as that. Everyone was looking at this archaeological find with fading spirits or disgust. "It could be a dumping ground," one voice suggested. "Yes, this place is nothing but an excrement site that was left unburied." Lihuvi replied in relieved agreement and folded her wings around herself. "Ankniv, move us to another spot. We're probably close to something valuable." "Wait." Ankniv held his hand up and moved to the map controls where Lihuvi stood "May I?" "..." She gave him an annoyed glare and moved aside "This is no dumping ground." Ankniv pointed out the stairs wrapping around the temple on the outside. "You can all see how deep this ravine is. We won't know what this place is for sure until we find out what's at the bottom." "Only trash and predators are at the bottom. It just doesn't show on the map," Lihuvi said flatly. "Get back to your station, pilot." He stood there zooming in on the spot even more "Have patience and look at this again. What about the symmetry, and the carvings on the inside? This almost looks like..." "A temple...and it's upside down," Sadavi said, finishing Ankniv's thought as he looked at the three dimensional rendering of the ravine. It had a regularly segmented structure on the inside that might be a series of chambers leading to something at the bottom. Lihuvi stood still, pondering about such a structure. "This cannot be a place of worship. Even mib'varrout do not build such places in this fashion." "That we know of." Ankniv refuted, and continued. "What if this is the missing link between the past and present, Lihuvi? No one remembers how the Great Ascension happened. This could be our chance to find out. Maybe our ancestors have an answer for us here." She flapped her wings in resignation. "If that is what you think, then you will be the one to venture there." "...Then I will." He didn't take his eyes off the sunken temple "Really, now? " Lihuvi raised her gray wings in annoyance. "I will!" He also raised his wings in defiance "You'll be alone in this." "I know, but I won't take long." "Ffff!" Lihuvi's head darted up in a sharp, exasperated hiss, then lowered in reluctant acceptance. "Very well. Take the gear you need and hurry, we have more important things to look for." Everyone followed her lead and walked back to their places, leaving Ankniv and Sadavi still standing at the map. They were silent for a moment "..I guess I'll join you. I'm the one who wanted to see new things anyway." Sadavi shrugged and patted Ankniv's shoulder as he walked off to gather gear for himself as well. Sometime later both Ankniv and Sadavi walked the forest floor towards the ravine hidden in the shadow of the mountain. Even from ground view it was still nearly impossible to see. Ankniv noted that Sadavi brought along a spear made of Raxanodur, a crystal material, created in the Great Ascension through alchemical means, that could almost perfectly mimic the properties of metal, being malleable, sturdy, flexible and even, to an extent, magnetic. "For predators. It was expensive." Sadavi brandished it proudly Ankniv shrugged and kept walking along the ravine edge. "Look, it's completely carved all over." He scratched at the dirt and flora under his clawed toes and uncovered a carved stone tile. "Is this whole place artificial?" "Could it perhaps be that this temple of yours is also some... ponderous modhuvakn?" "Normally I'd laugh at such nonsense, but who knows?" Sadavi pointed to a small platform floating in the middle of the ravine directly above the temple. "That's how we get in." They both leaped into the air and flew to the platform, landing on it with grace. It was adorned with an archaic symbol neither of them recognized, which was intriguing since they were members of the archeological clan, and would be the most likely ones to know what these things meant. The levitating platform slowly descended into the ravine. Farther and farther from the sunlight it took them. If the mountain's shadow was oppressive, then the darkness in the pit was suffocating. The two Chalakdoluv ignited their sunstone lamps, flooding the stone chasm with a dull amber light, and beheld the ancient monolith that rose before them. Like the dorsal fin of some deep sea predator, the jagged stone crest of the temple jutted into the stagnant air, engraved with a primitive depiction of a Chalakdoluv with both arms and wings outstretched victoriously. Farther down the geometric temple walls were more engravings of a battle long past with hundreds of small pictograms of Chalakdoluv lying sideways, dead. Ankniv took in the view. "So this is a tomb. Makes sense then, I remember that it's a common practice for mib'varrout to bury their dead. Maybe these particular Chalak copied that particular ritual?" Ankniv offered. "I don't know, this whole place still seems strange. If it was a tomb for the dead then why is it so well hidden?" Sadavi asked. The platform stopped at temple's door. Chalakdoluv doors were commonly wider than they were tall to accommodate wings. Small doors in Chalak society evoked feelings of mistrust and secrecy. But this door was a perfect square. The message was clear: this temple was not meant to be found. They looked at each other and opened the stone door anyway.
A Waltz with Death by TheMadmanwithaScarf	#7 of Journey of the Shadow Archive - I stood right there In the summer air As I waited for my date. I was afraid That she'd run away Because of my state. For I was death, The taker of breath, Was afraid that she would be late. I quivered end quaked And occasionally I shaked, As I waited for the. I	[ "A", "Death", "waltz", "with" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153111-a-waltz-with-death	I stood right there In the summer air As I waited for my date. I was afraid That she'd run away Because of my state. For I was death, The taker of breath, Was afraid that she would be late. I quivered end quaked And occasionally I shaked, As I waited for the. I checked my watch - With a noticeable splotch - And it was quarter past the three. Then I glanced right near To see she was here, And I stood there like a tree. Her dress was red My heart bled, Oh, god! I wanted to cry "Oui, oui!" Her hair was the sun Tied up in a bun With no loose ends of hair. Her eyes were the moon With the chance of a boon Like hidden treasures somewhere. She walked towards me With a smile of glee; And her shape resembled a pear. "Hello," she said As she bowed her head, Her voice was like a prayer. I simply smiled, My heart gone wild, And I took my first bow. "Loki, isn't it?" I whispered quite a bit Like it was a sacred vow. "Why yes," she inquired, As if it was inspired In the etches of heaven. Now, before I spoke, And I felt like a bloke, She took my hand, As if to plan A wondrous time ahead. She leaned up close, And I began to froze. "Let's dance," she said As she twiddled the thread On my inky black cloak. "Just you and I, Don't be shy, I only ask for a dance." She threw her arms With beautiful charms Around my great shoulders. So, I took her waist Without any haste, And we danced the day away. We did a Waltz And it wasn't false And our eyes met in a glance. And I dare say I felt rather gay As I looked into her eyes. They gleamed and glared In the summer air Like the pale moonlight. Now, that dance That lasted a glance Was the most beautiful thing in the world. I'm sad to say In less than a day That it wasn't very long. But, I will cherish Long after you perish The Waltz with Loki Fawkes Holmes.
Marianne's Misty Hike (Part 3): The Mists of Discovery by Thornbrier	#8 of Mystic Family (First Try) Our favorite cubi teens fly in to the rescue. Here things get more kinky as they attempt to set things right, or as best they can. - Kaynell Marie swooped down from the mist and set her brother down on the porch. Her horns curled around her ears and her large leather	[ "Ambiguous Gender", "Bunny", "Cub", "Cubi", "Cum Inflation", "Deer", "Doe", "Elderly", "Feline", "Female", "Hybrid", "Incest", "Incubus", "Magic", "Male", "Masturbation", "Meerkat", "Non-Consensual", "Nonconsensual", "Otter", "Rabbit", "Reluctant", "Story Progression", "Succubi", "Succubus", "Supernatural", "Transformation", "Unknown Gender", "Unknown Species", "Wolf", "healing", "mountain lion", "toddler" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149347-marianne-s-misty-hike-part-3-the-mists-of-discovery	Kaynell Marie swooped down from the mist and set her brother down on the porch. Her horns curled around her ears and her large leather wings pulled in close without impaling on her many spiky protrusions. Even in this altered and masculine state Ben still loved to see his sister's naked body. Ben cautiously stepped into the cabin and gasped as he saw the writhing old bodies of his fellow scouts. Sensing that they were dying of old age conditions he reached out his hands and focused his power out to them. As the elderly scouts began to breath easier his own body shifted. His chest swelled into breasts, his hips grew curvier, and small horns emerged from his forehead and from his feet to form high heels. Finally, his cock shrank a little in his sheath while a spade formed at the end of his tail and little leathery wings grew out to hug his shoulders and chest like a bra that left his nipples exposed. "Ok, I've stabilized their conditions, but unless they get young again they won't last long." Kay joined her feminine brother and pointed to the toddler in the middle of the room. "There, she's the epicenter of power here, everything is flowing through her. You need to transform her back so she can help us. I'll explore the dragon's office and find out what we are dealing with." "Me?" Ben asked a little shocked. "Why, uh, why can't you do it? You're a lot more comfortable with things like, well, like this." Kay reached up and pulled a secret lever on the wall disguised as a lamp fixture. "I don't have enough energy left over to form a cock since I've been casting so many divination spells. Besides, your feelings for her are a lot stronger than mine. She'll need that for the bonding." Kay walked up the hidden staircase leaving Ben alone with the elderly scouts and their toddler assistant leader. Ben carefully stepped over the sleeping old scouts and scooped Marianne up into his newly formed chest before whisking her off to one of the bedrooms for some privacy. Patting her back as she tried to drink from his nipple he sighed heavily. "Why does being a clan leader have to be so... weird? You won't find any milk there, Marianne. I may have used most of my masculine energy on healing, but I don't have enough feminine energy to lactate." Ben placed her on the bed gently and stroked the little bunnies ears. He gave her forehead a light kiss and closed his eyes. Bringing his muzzle down her small body he licked lightly at her tiny fem sex and cringed. He took a deep breath, "I'll do it for her, and for the world. Oh, this feels so wrong. How does Kay do this so easily?" Ben stuck his tongue into the little slit and Marianne wriggled in his grasp and kicked lightly at his breasts. He suckled upon her tiny clit and reached down to his sheath. He was disappointed, but not surprised, to find that he wasn't hard at all. He spoke Loud to himself, "Ok, Ben, think of her as the woman she was and will be. That gray cottontail poking out above her red bikini in the lake yesterday. Those lovely breasts bouncing as she hopped around. Her wiggly nose and those big gray hands just like moms." As Ben thought of how much Marianne had in common with his milfy mother he started to stroke his sheath and breasts, moaning a little into the little bunnies mons. He thought about how his mother would teach him about pleasuring women and imagined practicing his lessons on Marianne, much like he had when masturbating the night before at basecamp. His shrunken member grew harder and emerged so Ben lifted his hips and placed the small cock on Marianne's shrunken body, almost as if they were matched for one another. He squeezed his breast, imagining it to be Marianne's, and thrust himself into her, lifting her off the bed for a moment causing her to cry out. Ben wasn't sure if he'd hurt her, so he used more of his masculine energy to send healing through her body. This also helped by shrinking his cock within her a bit further as his wings grew more pronounced and his heel spikes lifted the backs of his feet higher. Through his focused caring Ben could feel her young body nearing climax, something she'd never felt before. He picked up his pace and thrust softly into her body careful not to pull his tiny prick from her small cunt as he fucked the only woman he loved beyond his own family. As he exploded with a trickle of jizz into her minute womb she came around him, gripping tight on his member even as she grew on the bed before him. As she got larger so did his cock. His wings shrank along with his chest and heels. He came harder into her full-sized womb as her climax continued to milk him dry. Soon, his wings were growing again, but this time they were large incubus wings like his sister's. Spikes and blades emerged from his body and his cock throbbed powerfully as he thrust past Marianne's cervix to inflate her belly with his powerful jizz. Marianne clung to him as she cried out in ecstasy until he finally stopped. Panting heavily, she looked up at the hyper-masculine monster between her legs and screamed. "Nono, Marianne, it's ok. It's just me, Ben. Ben Blackriver." This did not calm her down. "We came here to save you. I just restored your body." She pulled herself off of his long member, cum dribbling down into the bed below her. She could barely see anything of the 14-year-old remaining in the incubus' features, "Save me and then rape me? What kind of monster are you?" "Same kind as you, sister." Kaynell's voice came from the doorway. "All three of us are Cubi. You and I are Succubi, and Ben is an Incubus." She smiled broadly as she looked over her brothers form, her eyes drifting to his sloppy cock dangling between his knees. "Um, anyway, we are all in a whole heap of trouble. That dragon you fed has escaped her prison and is going to feed on the youth of the whole world. Luckily, since you don't have a clan, Grandma's defenses should be able to hold her at bay, but unless we can cut off her power she will expose magic to the public. And that could destroy many worlds. "You, Marianne, are her link to power. Some in the Council will want to kill you to sever that link. You are now Bonded to Ben, so the Council can't make us kill you. Since we are clan leaders on the Council they can't get a unanimous vote to overrule the bond laws. They will have to hire an assassin to come after you which gives us time to find an alternative solution that doesn't involve killing you." Marianne and Ben looked at the masculine succubus and stammered. Finally Ben spoke up. "Um, sis, I've been listening in class at Grandma's as best I could, but that all just went way over my head. I'm sure Marianne got even less of it since she didn't even know she was a succubus." Marianne shook her head briefly before crawling forward a little and closing her legs as she sat on the side of the bed. "Actually, I think I got most of it. I assume this, 'Grandma' is your Omnibus, the founder of the Cubi who lives outside of time. What you just said also explains why I wasn't allowed to join the Society of Hunters despite my excellent test scores." It was Kaynell Marie's turn to be stunned, "What? You tried to join the Hunters?" "Yeah, my mom was a great Hunter until she had me, so I figured I should follow in her path, but they rejected me. If my father was an Incubus that would be grounds for rejection. I just wish someone had told me. But, then, they'd probably want to kill me too. Speaking of which, what's the plan?" "Right. Well, Grandma imprisoned the Dragon of Ages here thousands of years ago, both of them existing partially out of the flow of time, as you said. Keeping you here anchors her in our time, which has various advantages and disadvantages. If you leave this dimensional pocket she will become timeless again, changing those advantages and disadvantages. "The Dragon of Ages manipulates things through story, so maybe it's time we start telling some stories to our advantage." Kay stepped over and grabbed Ben's cock. "But first, we need to rebalance our energies and build up enough for a ritual I read about that will alter this prison. Marianne, while I fuck this hunk you made of my brother, why don't you try to tap into the Dragon's energy and make the other cubs young again?" Marianne hopped off the bed and out the door. "Toddler rape and incest? Mom was right, monsters like us really are sick." As she stepped into the front room listening to the brother and sister making love Marianne had to cover her mouth, nearly retching in shock as she saw the elderly scouts shriveled and sleeping on the floor. Some were still holding each other's cocks and clits and the memory of how it all happened flooded back to her. She knew it hadn't all just been a nightmare. That the Dragon of Ages had entranced them all into doing her bidding. She closed her eyes and tried to think about how to tap into The Dragon's power and restore them, but only one thing came to mind. She didn't want to do it, but if she was a 'sick monster' now then she guessed she had no other choice. Marianne didn't have much experience with sexuality and wasn't quite sure how to proceed. She listened to the moaning siblings through the wall and tried to think about the various hunks she'd seen in magazines that her mother forbade her to look at. She experimented with touching her own body, her hands cupping her breasts and sliding along her cum slickened cunt. She stroked a hand across her warm bulging belly and pondered what her and Ben's kids would look like. Then she remembered reading about how rarely cubi had children. Her mind drifted to porn mags she'd seen boys pass around at school. One image of a female doe on a swing under a waterfall stuck in her mind. She licked her lips and imagined holding the doe against her body from behind, reaching under her arms to cup those wet breasts while her own pressed into the doe's back. She pinched her clit while imagining nibbling the doe's neck. She knelt down over the mouth of an elderly otter and allowed a mixture of her own juices and Ben's cum to drip into his mouth. At first, nothing happened, but then she remembered the story. Her words carried power through the void between her and The Dragon of Ages. "The beautiful maiden, bound by both The Dragon and an Incubus, reached through space and time, delving through the power of perversion to bring forth a drop from the Fountain of Youth. As it flowed through her body, each of her subjects rose to drink of the splendor." As she told the simple story the otter rose his head to lick at her nether lips. He started to drink deeply, holding her legs around his head. It wasn't long before his body started to regain its strength along with the other scouts. They lifted her up as she moaned and ground her pussy against their faces. They each took turns using her orgasming body like a keg, drinking her stored juices as they grew younger and younger. Eventually, they were too young to hold her up any longer and they collapsed into an orgiastic mess, several of the young cubs having sex with each other over her tired body. Instinctively she began to reach out and feed upon their sexual energies. 'Heel' spikes emerged uselessly at the back of her leg, technically her ankle, being digitigrade. Her breasts swelled and were cupped by a wing bra even as she started lactating for the cubs drinking from her chest. Her small claws elongated and thickened to match her large hands and she found them quite flexible and touch sensitive, almost as if they were direct extensions of her fingers. "So it's true. I am a succubus. A succubus without a clan. A succubus bunny who apparently has a thing for busty wet does." Marianne came to terms with her nature lying amidst the depravity of her scouts and tilted her head to lick at a random cock dangling by her face.
Plummet by Iscin	When a city dog takes an adventurous vacation up a mountain he finds more than beautiful scenery. The large and mostly stoic dinosaur he finds staying at the same resort as himself might not be entirely physically compatible but there is more than one way to handle the plummet down. Commissioned by	[ "Anal", "Ankylosaur", "Bulge", "Cowgirl", "Deep Penetration", "Dinosaur", "Dog", "Foreplay", "Gay", "Husky", "Hyperphallic", "Masturbation", "Muscles", "Musk", "Oral", "Reptile", "Rimming", "Sauna", "Size Difference" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151265-plummet	\| \| \| PLUMMET by Iscin This is a work of erotic fiction. All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over. Characters © Their Players All rights reserved © 2017. CHAPTER ONE Cold Trance attempts to tighten the buckle around the waist of the arctic coat he bought for the third time. No matter how much he tightens it or how energetic he tries to be he is not getting any positive feedback from his skin underneath all of that fabric and fur. Even the husky's nominally wet nose is getting to feel like icicles are dangling off of it. Before coming out here on a wistful vacation he had thought that his ancestry would gird him against the subzero weather on the northern side of Mount Tengu. Of course, both his environment and his grooming habits preclude an adaptability for the cold climate, although judging from the looks of some of the frost bitten spectators at the ski event he attended earlier today it could be worse. The distance from the lift to the resort he is staying at is not very far. He manages to navigate the cleared path and wades through snow that has built up since the morning. With the door to the central building before him, the canine all but throws himself at it with his right shoulder first and a paw on the door handle. Leveraging himself in this way promptly swings the door open but the snow caked underneath the snowshoes he is wearing over his paws causes Trance to slip. He ungracefully tumbles in from the cold and lands face-first on a woolly rug. 'Are you okay?' A voice asks and Trance looks up to see the face of the resort's caretaker and safety instructor, Bennie Corbello. 'Cold.' The husky replies through chattering teeth. The St.Bernard is a large and kindly old dog, Trance's senior by twice his age but still as fit as ever. He helps the younger canine up onto his paws before shutting the door behind him, keeping the warm air trapped inside. The junior dog suspects some amusement from the other. Even so the caretaker does not show it, treating all of the resort's guests with respect and kindness. He does this not only because he is paid well but that he genuinely enjoys meeting people. There is not a soul that comes to this resort that the old dog does not know. Even the ones who are not having the best of times like Trance. Beyond the antechamber here the resort opens up with a rather large series of rooms. Here on the ground floor there is the main lounge, kitchen, recreational room and even two saunas, one for the males and one for the females who visit. On the two floors above there are personal rooms and a sort of observation balcony and looks out on both the amazing mountain vista and a part of the skiing track down this side of Mount Tengu. It is both exclusive yet communal in design and function, something that appealed to Trance when he had first discovered it. But the climate definitely does not agree with him. Bennie graciously helps the black and purple coloured husky out of his large coat and snow shoes before they go to the lounge. Being relieved of his coat Trance can now enjoy the warmth of the resort as it seeps in between the follicles of his fur and spreads over the skin underneath. He actually whines in contentment a little, immediately blushing as Bennie looks over his shoulder at the other dog. From the St.Bernard's perspective, the husky must seem quite odd, and not just because of his unusual appearance. Trance only hopes that can stave off any unwanted attention, even if the safety instructor is handsome in an almost ursine kind of way. There are only a couple other people in the lounge as Trance and Bennie enter. One is a lynx called Dean, hovering near the fireplace. The other is someone who Trance has not yet been introduced to but inescapably catches the canine's attention. Sitting a little uncomfortably in a chair not quite broad enough for him is a cobalt-skinned reptile with a colossal tail ending in a heavy counterweight. Bennie uses a light poke to stop Trance from staring, his eyes bugging out from taking in the size of the other guest. 'It'll be anywhere up to six hours before the rest return. If you need anything I'll be in the garage outside.' Bennie says before turning to leave. 'Kay...' Trance says after the St.Bernard has already left through the door. CHAPTER TWO Warm The best method of staying warm and reinvigorating the body in the kind of snowy climate of Mt.Tengu is a traditional sauna. To make it even more traditional the resort makes it perfectly clear that all guests are required to strip down to their birthday suits. The getting naked part is something that Trance does not mind. Even when sober the party dog has always been liberal with his clothing. His tight and toned body is just too good not to show off, especially that bubbly rear trunk. And his unusual purple on black fur, with green highlights, always attracts the wandering eye even from the straight guys. However, there is one problem he is facing as he enters the males-only sauna room and peers through the veil of vapours. That reptile, the one from before sitting by himself is also here. And just like everyone else all the tough scaled dinosaur has for modesty is a white towel, though even a large one seems to barely cover his waist properly. And, just like everyone else, he is about to take it off as he finds enough room on one of the benches and sits down. As the fluffy white towel comes away it becomes impossible for Trance to do anything else but stare. His name is Iscin. Something that the husky learnt in conversation earlier with Dean. Although most folks who comes to a resort like this are furred mammals, he is one of the rare reptiles who actually enjoys the colder climate. Apparently, his kind are related to prehistoric ankylosaurs, and very rare in this day and age. However, judging from his stature and athletically fit body Trance supposes that they have been more than sufficiently hardy to get from then to now without many obstacles. One of the others coughs politely and Trance realises he is still standing in the entryway. So, he quickly makes his way over to one of the benches and sits down, carefully covering his crotch with a paw as he removes the towel. Normally he would not be so self-conscious but staring at the giant's incredible body has already left the blushing boy with noticeable plumping of his sheath. Large breaths and keeping his eyes off of the biggest man in the room and willpower help to keep his penis from betraying him. The swelling subsides. But, before he can starts to relax as much as any gay husky can relax in a room with a bunch of other naked men, Dean arrives late. The lynx still has his clothes on as he pokes his head through the door and announces with disbelief at the complete lack of interest and initiative with regards to the females in the sauna on the other side of the building. 'There is actually a way to get a peek at them from the kitchen.' Dean explains with rising interest from his fellow red-blooded heterosexuals in the room. 'What are you a teenager?' The big dinosaur at the far end of the sauna comments. Hearing his deep voice for the first time elicits a blush from Trance. 'No but if any of us are going to get laid tonight I first want to do some window shopping.' Dean replies with a Cheshire grin and promptly leaves presumably for the peeping spot. Some are more eager than others, but one by one most of the males file out. First to get their pants and then to find out what the lynx was talking about. Trance sighs as the room becomes considerably more empty. However, in all of the buzzing activity, he did not realise at first that at least one other person has not left. It is the person at the back, the one who is taking up an entire bench just for himself, tail resting by his side. The one who had already caught Trance's attention from before and is now making his mind wonder even further the present reality. 'Aren't you going with them?' The big man asks from across the misty room. 'No, I'm err...' Trance's nervousness paralyses him as his tongue stumbles over the word. 'Gay? I'd have never have guessed.' 'Really? Why would yo- oh.' Trance stops himself as he realises that the dinosaur is being facetious with him. Suddenly a loud and roaring noise thunders across the sauna room. As it bounces off the wood panelled walls Trance physically jumps. With his hackles raised and nominally curly tail straight he looks for the world like a frightened pup in need of succor. The loud noise that startled him is in truth the larger man swept up in his own sense of humour. Trance huffs, paws on his hips as he stares down the dinosaur as he slowly stops laughing. The absurdity of the situation is not completely lost on the canine as he fights back a sympathetic smile. Of course, the only two men left are the two not in the least bit interested in peeping at undressed females, and that leaves a very obvious if maybe yet slightly presumptuous deduction for them both. 'You're gay?' Trance asks, his confidence returning as he stands naked across from the ankylosaur. 'Close. I'm just not that interested in girls right now.' The big guy replies. Now the dinosaur does something subtle yet powerfully effective. Up until the husky had not even realised that the saurian has been sat with his legs crossed, obscuring a clear view of his crotch. That changes now as he slowly uncrosses one powerfully built leg from the other. As he does so Trance catches a murky look beyond the vapour of something that even for a man of Iscin's size is a mouth-watering feast for the eyes. Yet the scaly schlong he is treated to quickly hides again as the dinosaur crosses his legs again, this time with the other leg. Leaning back against the back of the wooden bench he makes it all look like he was just adjusting his posture. 'So...' Trance starts and stops again, noticing that he his blue rocket is peeking. '...want to get a room?' Iscin finishes the short sentence. CHAPTER THREE Hot Butterflies kick up a veritable typhoon deep in the pit of the canine's belly as his paws leave the floor. The strong hands of the scaly stud effortlessly lifts up the black and purple husky. Trance tries to affectionately nuzzle into the larger man's chest, twisting and turning as he does so. His cold nose rubs back and forth between the other male's padded pectorals. Better this over Trance trying to thrust his stiffening doggy dick against the dinosaur's belly. Even with their exposure to one another, there is an unspoken expectation for Trance to behave and he has no intention of ruining the mood, even if he does feel like a pup fooling around for the very first time again. 'Don't squirm so much or I might just drop you.' Iscin warns the eager dog. 'I'm sure this'd catch me.' Trance replies as his paws kick at the rising leviathan betwixt the dinosaur's legs. 'Where do you get off saying such an outrageous thing?' The dinosaur retorts in chagrin from the blushing response that Trance has coaxed out of the masculine male. Such a suggestion, although outrageous in intention, is not beyond belief when looking at the ankylosaur's phallic might. Dinosaurs are naturally large in all manner of proportions, yet nowhere is this so striking as the virile flagpole rising up from its previous slack position between Iscin's legs. It is a long, hot fleshy torpedo more than four feet long riddled with segmented ridges and ending with a broad head that is nearly thirty inches around. It is an ambitious thing for anyone of the dog's size to take on, but years of experience does have its uses. 'Get on the bed and then turn me over. I need to get to work if you want to get some relief tonight.' Trance asks and the reptile acquiesces. Now laying on top of the naked reptile, Trance can both hear and feel the shifting mattress that bows underneath the ankylosaur's immense weight of muscle and bone. The bedsprings slowly settle as Iscin adjusts himself, legs swung over the edge of the bed and feet still on the floor. Trance now crawls forwards, their positions relative to one another in a rough semblance of sixty-nineing. Outstretched paws reach out for the prize still only at half-mast whilst the dog's rock hard blue rocket drags against the larger man's chest leaving a trail of reflective pre-ejaculate. It is all he wants as the dog finally gets both hands around the dino dick that has been calling to him since before he even laid eyes upon it. A phallic hat trick; throbbing with a primal virility, radiating a glowing lust and oozing a viscous and musky ambrosia. Trance whines and pants as he pulls back on the pillar of solid malehood before him, bringing its broad and glistening wet glans closer to his lips. On the other end of the bed the saurian huffs and tries to relax as he lets the pup go to work. His own hands are resting upon the dog's naked bubble butt, claws combing through the soft, short fur that feels like velvet to his large, rough fingers. He smiles at the cute sphincter winking back at him as one part of the dog's awareness thinks to flex and help spread himself, presenting for his chosen mate for the evening. Body and mind know what is both required and desired of him, even if he is presently distracted by the feast before him. A dog's mouth has a great many advantages when it comes to the ancient art of oral stimulation. Its long and flexible tongue, for example. Trance starts by using his to lick at the slit at the top and swirls around the glans, lapping up the nectar. As his hot breath washes over the throbbing organ he inches closer to wrap his lips around it. His muzzle's elongated shape provides a hot, wet and tight corridor for the blisteringly hot sceptre he now strains to get his jaw around. The husky's eyes widen as he struggles over the girth of what only his hands were becoming intimate with until this very moment. 'Don't choke on it.' Iscin warns as he feels Trance begin to get his mouth around his pillar of a phallus. The response from down below is noting but a muffled arf. Whilst Trance wolf's down the abundance of prehistoric penis offered up to him, Iscin takes a closer inspection of the dog's rump. Claws anchor themselves with tender pricks of pain arcing along Trance's back. He watches the dog's fur stand with a bemused smirk. Everything about this little mammal is soft, sensitive and remarkably handsome. Luxuriously kept fur belies the urban life he lives. Yet the toned muscle keeping his body thin and tight also suggests a gym regiment and at least some cardio. This is a husky that enjoys his body even as he enjoys others. It is a perfectly suited for the appreciating eye. However, it is the ankylosaur's mouth and his own tongue that is going to do express this appreciation now. Trance now feels the hot breath of the other man serving as a precursor for hot contact with his tight little anus. The struggle only grows for the mammal. Already burdened with a mouthful of colossal cock he is now forced to expend what little air he manages to inhale between suckling sessions on loud and shameless moaning. This is not his fault of course, not when his ass is being drilled into by an experienced lover. Although not as relatively long as his own tongue, the dinosaur's oral muscle is still large and flexible enough to create a sizeable impression working open his virgin tight tailhole. An involuntary response has Trance jumping forwards a bit and in doing so begins to gag, hard. 'Ack, s-slow down.' Trance asks as he pulls off from the python that was blocking his esophagus. 'Sorry, I didn't think you'd jump like that.' Iscin says, his claws loosening their grip as he rubs the dog's butt cheeks as if to soothe him. 'Perhaps we should move on to something little different.' 'Like what?' Trance asks, with a craving twinkle in his purple eyes. 'I think you already know.' Trance sits up and his back now to the towering rod rising from the great reptile's crotch. The larger man also sits up and scoots back along the mattress so his back is to the wall. Momentum gently pushing the husky back into that gargantuan member that keeps him upright. Each looks into the other's eyes and the canine suddenly knows what it is to be some poor wildebeest caught staring down two cones of light from oncoming traffic. One way or another he is going to get ploughed into. The only choice he has to make is if he wants to take the first turn and have events progress at his own pace. This is consideration for the obvious difference in scale and endurance between them. With this understanding the husky makes his move. Iscin sits back, watching with captivated attention as the black and purple dog bows his knees and stands up on the dinosaur's marble like abdomen. Such a firm, scaly stomach allows surprisingly good footing as Trance backs up until he can feel the tip of the spear as it pokes against the small of his back. The ankylosaur's erection is truly tremendous, over half of the dog's full body height. He can feel is tail strike it as it happily wags left and right. This also tickles the sensitive glans causing a sudden impulse to buck that is resisted, for now. 'I think we slobbered over each other enough. Take a seat, cowgirl.' That deep voice solicits. A fusion of concern and excitement are playing havoc with the husky's sense of things. Nevertheless he reaches behind him and gets a handle on the meaty spear behind him. With care and not so much grace he hops up and is forced to allow his body weight to force his sphincter open, his paws having left the footing he thought he had. It works just as intended but the shock to his system rips out an anguished howl from the impaled canine. His eyes water as he wriggles with his claws barely touching the saurian's belly as he sinks down onto the reptile's rogering pole. The only assistance rendered is for Iscin reach for his dick and steady the massive instrument as the dog drops until his feet once more can prop him up. 'FUCK!' Trance exclaims, his claws scratching at the dinosaur's scaled torso as he tries to push himself up a fraction for comfort. 'Relax, you'll get used to it.' Iscin suggests, all whilst unable to hide a wicked smile. Although it is only the tip from the ginormous ankylosaur's perspective, it feels more like a whole cock to the mammal whose fur is standing on end now. He pants hard as he tries to relax, his gut churning whilst his sphincter screams for mercy. His anal walls really do feel like they are virgin again, though this perception is far removed from reality. Relief only comes in a slow, tortuous realisation as after almost a minute of awkwardly balancing on the peak. 'Now, keep going.' Iscin says with authority as he keeps his cock steady with two hands. 'Y-Yes, sir.' Trance replies with implicit deference. The journey down is simple enough. All that Trance has to do is weaken his knees and allow his weight to do the rest. Easy enough to start off, but harder than the dino dick splitting his furry cheeks asunder as he soon realises. It is not enough to simply allow gravity to do the work on its own, he has to wriggle. Squirming and writhing on the alpha he is straddling until the next few inches sink deep inside of him. The throbbing alone is enough to make the husky's own penis jump and slobber over itself and the muscular man below. All other details, the minutiae and ambience of the room and the other male become hazy and forgotten seconds after he observes them. From the sound of the cold winds battering against the window, to the smell of dinosaur dick still on his tongue and snout. None of it matters to Trance whilst his entire body is subjected to potent and dominating shockwaves emanating his abused tailhole and the inner space beyond. Digits and extremities are beginning to feel numb after his third or fourth attempt to cram as much of the other male as possible inside of him. His circulatory system must be affected, to say nothing of the pins and needles from his nerves. Now he tries to push himself off. With both feet he pushes down and he slowly rises back up. From the ankylosaur's perspective, it is amusing to watch as the dog shakes and whimpers. His hands inevitably wrapping themselves around his own engorged blue bone. This must be like a dream for him. An impossible challenge for a bold and ambitious pup. Maybe his genetics do not express themselves in the cold weather. But here, in his element, the husky is displaying endurance that few of similar size could ever hope to exercise. So he is not just amused, but even impressed by Trance's action. Unfortunately for the canine things are not progressing as smoothly as the big man underneath him would like. Iscin is used to more sturdy partners and taking a more active role in his own fornicating. Even with his two hands both stroking and stabilising his throbbing butt buster, there is no way he is going to come at this lethargic pace. Whilst Trance is going down for the fifth, far more smoothly than the first two, the saurian decides to move on and do things in a far less leisurely manner. He tries to shout, or even scream if there was any breath left in his lungs. Not in fear exactly, for he does not believe that the dinosaur wishes to injure him. But, he is surprised and feels as though things have suddenly taken a turn for the worse as he is thrown down onto the bed and the massive reptile looms over him. Iscin spreads his legs, straddling the bed just as much as the canine who is pinned down between fabric and scale. His rump still stuck around the fat head of that turgid terror, poised to drill down into the dirty dog. 'Don't panic. I just need something a little more lively. Promise not to try forcing the whole thing into you. I'm sure that'd be fatal. But you can take, at least half, right?' Trance is not sure if the rhetorical question is arousing or terrifying, but they are about to discover the answer together. With one arm Trance is effortlessly kept belly down as the dinosaur lines up and starts moving his hips forwards. This is far different from the jerky, plummeting Trance was doing before. Hacked up by the ankylosaur's strong muscles and far heavier weight, the penetration is smooth by virtue of irresistible force. If not for the pre-ejaculate that has been building up until now Trance might fear something being ripped from within. Fortunately the lubricating fluid facilitates a thorough furrowing of ass-side up pup. The submissive canine howls into the bedsheets as he feels the ridges pop inside of him like notches tallying the depth of his perversion. It goes on and on until he starts to wonder if there will be an end. Even half of the ankylosaur is larger than any wolf, deer or even horse the husky has hungrily accepted inside of his body until now. A reprieve. It finally stops. Or that is to say that it stops forcing its way inside of him. That throbbing as the unusually asymmetrical surface of the mammoth cock stretches his rectum wide seems to only hasten. Iscin is getting excited and when a man who is more than twice your size gets excited you know that things are going to get tough. From without, Trance can feel the larger man shifting, he is preparing his large and heavy tail, ending in a fused hammering bone, as a counterweight for what comes next. It is at this very moment, the quiet before the storm, that the husky might pray for a protective ward for what unholy things are about to happen to his quivering ass. With a grunt, the ankylosaur pulls back. The ridges pop and electric explosions start setting off deep inside of the canine. It is still only just half, barely more than two feet of hard and lustful prehistoric pussy pounding meat. Yet it is enough to set off a firestorm racing across the dog's entire nervous system as he feels it thrusting back inside of him. Deep and determined the dinosaur drives his point home. In and out with ever increasing ferocity as pendulous testicles, heavy with a ripened load of saurian semen, come crashing down against the back of the husky's legs. 'Tightest... mammal... yet.' Iscin can be heard above the sounds of slapping balls, rocking bed and the strangled cries of the hapless husky. Anyone who passes by the guest room door right now might well not only hear the raunchy ramming happening inside, but also smell the rich and pervading smell of masculine musk. For only half a dozen poundings in the dog howls as not only does he expel all of the air in his lungs, but copious amounts of doggy jizz spilling across the bedsheets underneath him. His legs grow limper still, different parts of his body either limp and umber or tense and on metaphorical fire. This is like being caught between two afterlives; each one clawing at his very soul. The only thing he can do is whimper and cry with both pain and delight as he accepts this most outrageous of breedings. Suddenly, the dinosaur slows his thrusting, though the twitching deep inside of Trance is far from slow. He realises that this is the moment, the penultimate pause before the inevitable. In his wisdom, and what little is left of his self-conscious concern, Iscin sits back up, using his tail as a third leg for balance. The dog is lifting up off the bed, his eyes hazily looking back at the sticky mess he has left there. Strong hands now grab him from either side and with a few final tugs, as if the dog is nothing but a cock sock, the reptile finally comes. It is as if Mount Tengu has just violently exploded. That is if Mount Tengu was a dinosaur's monstrous meat-pole lodged deep inside of a talented gay dog. Just as Trance thinks that it is over, another quake rocks him as more ankylosaur spunk is pressure injected into his body. The hot mess warms him from within even as it begins to cool. Excess spills back, just as Trance thinks his belly is about to burst, or he is going to start coughing up white. However, it is the dinosaur's deafening roar and barely contained thrashing that shakes the building and displaces some of the paintings and cheap furnishings in the room. 'Best. Vacation. Ever.'
Lilo & Hamsterviel by CrimsonStar	#19 of Adult Commissions Extreme story involving Lilo and Hamsterviel. Read at your own risk, you have been warned. - Lilo & Hamsterviel (Extreme Warning!) Commissioned by: Leonux from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar I was a rainy night. The sun had just set and the rain ravaged through the islands.	[ "Death", "Extreme", "Gore", "Scat" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145465-lilo-hamsterviel	Lilo & Hamsterviel (Extreme Warning!) Commissioned by: Leonux from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar I was a rainy night. The sun had just set and the rain ravaged through the islands. The moon and the stars were hidden behind thick clouds and the only light came from the constant thunder that slammed against the ground. Lilo and Stitch had been out in a picnic, when the storm had suddenly started. Powerful winds had forced them to run inland as the ocean itself turned from a tranquil pond into a raging maelstrom. Startled by the thunder, they ventured into the wilderness and at some point they lost track of each other. Lilo tried in vain to call for stitch, but her voice was drowned by the thundering roar of the rain and the sea. Soon she found herself lost, wandering aimlessly between shadows and slippery slopes, while storm only continued to grow in strength and ferocity. Eventually, however, she came across a cave, sheltered by its thick stone walls from the inclemency of the rain. Lilo scrambled inside, making sloshing sounds as the water dripped from her into the stone floor. As she got in, however, she found much more than she expected. There was a warm fire already lit and a few slices of bread next to a bowl of honey. She moved in closer to the fire and extended her hands, and after her stomach growled, she decided to take a bite from the bread and honey. After a few minutes the warmth of the fire made her doze off. She found the most comfortable spot she could find next to the fire and closed her eyes, letting herself slip into a placid dream. She had the impression of hearing footsteps right before falling asleep, but she didn't really mind... She was tired... perhaps suddenly, too tired... When she opened her eyes again, she let out a wide yawn, and she immediately noticed she was no longer in the cave. She tried to brush the grime off her eyes, but she felt something restraining her wrists right above her buttocks. Cold metal. Not only that, but whenever she moved she could feel the icy metal biting into her skin. Het clothes had been removed. She looked around, and she noticed her eyelids felt heavy, her head swung wildly to a side when she tried to move it and yet all she could see was a room shrouded in darkness, that was only pierced by dim spots of green, blue and red lights in the distance. They seemed like the buttons and indicators of varied machines. "You're awake." Came a raspy, low and tired voice. "I've been waiting. Been waiting. Waiting. So long. It would've been a pitiful shame if you didn't wake. Maybe you won't wake next time." "H... Hammstrvlrmr...?" Tried to ask Lilo, her voice trampled by whatever tranquilizer had was affecting her. The white coated creature pushed some buttons on a nearby terminal, which prompted a bucket of cold water to fall on Lilo, and descended the slate that restrained her to floor level. Lilo screeched when the icy water washed over her, but it seemed to clear her mind, at least in part. "What... What are you doing?" She focused her eyes on the villain, he seemed... different. His white fur had grown a dull gray and was missing in patches. His hands were covered in some crimson and black grime and the fur around his eyes seemed to have been scorched, forminga black halo of ash and dry blood around his red eyes. He looked thinner, some of his teeth were missing, and there was a fresh surgical scar in his groin area. When he rose his hand to speak again, she noticed he was also missing his middle finger and his index had been cut short. The mutton still a bright red. "What happened to you?" She asked. "A strike of genius! That's a happened. For so long I've tried and failed. For so long I've foolishly pursued you and your pathetic friends! But no more. No. More! You will regret crossing me human. You will kneel and beg before me. And you will beg for death." "Wh... What are you saying? Let me go! You'll pay for this. What did you do with my clothes?" "You don't deserve clothes you disgusting breath. You deserve to live like an animal! To be treated like an animal. To be raped like a animal!" His laughter echoed through the chamber. He took another step forward and spit a thick mass of bloody flesh to the base of Lilo's feet. As he moved closer. Lilo noticed he was ardently rubbing his crotch. "After today you won't ever bother me again!" He said, uncovering his crotch to reveal a spewing bulging of black liquid. "Please... Let me go!" Her voice trembled, she was shaking. He moved further into the light as he continued to caress his crotch. As the bulging Lilo had seen continued to grow in size, is seemed as if something was digging it's way out through putrid flesh and black blood. There was a trace of yellow fluid with black flakes marking the steps Hamsterviel had taken since he started talking. And now in the light, Lilo could start to see what was coming out from the villain's body. At first it seemed like some sort of white and crimson string, but as the villain continued to grope it, it started to grow thicker, denser, black veins gorged with blood, but the skin was the pale white of dead skin. The yellow liquid that puddled in the floor was coming out in small gushed from the tip, the black flakes clumping and spewing every so often. When he was close enough, Lilo could catch the foul scent of the fluids spewing from his genitals. Rotten flesh and sulfur. Het stomach churned and she did her best effort not to arch in disgust. His dick was already fully erect, but he continued to stroke it. To Lilo's surprise, it didn't stop growing. The veins that wrapt it like rotten tree roots bulged even further, so engorged with blood that parts of them began to inflate to form bubbles around his shaft. The skin around it, was so stretched that the hairs on it had started to fall, while Hamsterviel groaned and moaned with every stroke and with every extra millimeter that his skin was further stretched. Eventually, his sheathe could hold no longer, and near the now massive middle of the shaft, the skin began to tear appart from the top down. Like a rotten flower that opens up to show dashes of crimson. Blood started to spew out slowly at first, like stains over what was left of the white fur of his shaft. But then it slowly grew into steady tears of blood running down his shaft. The pain seemed inconsequential for him, however. Instead of stopping, he started going faster. Now not only his hands moved but his hips had started to thrust repeatedly into them. This seemed to only further increase the growth rate of his cock. With every passing second more veins overgrew to cover the surface of his dick, and more raptures appeared on the skin around his shaft. Now his balls were also engorged and protruded from his body, as a mass of pustules and needle marks. The skin that covered his testicles was scarred and deformed, needle after needle seemed to have been inserted into it, one on top of another without even waiting for them to heal. The wounds had now became festering pustules of infection and disease, which exuded black viscous fluid with every stroke of his paws. "Please stop this." Lilo pleaded in vain. "We can help you if you just..." "I Don'T neEd your hElp! YoUuuuU dIsgUstiNg humaNnnnnN!" Lilo's pleas seemed to turned him on even further. His dick began to pulsate and he started to scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Please..." She whimpered one more time. "ShUt Up! ShuT up! I'll mAke you Shut up! ShUt Up!" The skin around the shaft of his cock finally bursted under the pressure of the mutated growing flesh. A loud ripping sound echoed through the chamber and a spray of blood stained Hamsterviel's deranged fur with red spots and lines, and Lilo could also feel the warm feel of fresh blood all over her naked body. "YesYeSSYeSYesYesSSYeEEsESYeSYES! Come here you little bitch." Hamsterviel started to walk closer to Lilo, every step a struggle as his hips continued to thrust wildly even as he tried to walk. Several times he stopped to stroke his dick and taste his blood and precum. He arched as he moved his fluid-covered hand to his mouth, but seemed to care little even if he puked. Lilo was now squirming and screaming unintelligibly on the slate that restrained her. Her legs fluttering wildly as she tried to push away form the craze villain, only to slide back down on the slate that held her hands in place behind her. She started to scream and yell for help, hoping his friend would hear her and come to her rescue. But even after her throat started to hurt, no one came to her aid. She was alone. Alone with this monster, that bulged and pulsed covered with thick blood and yellow fluid, and Hamsterviel. He came closer and climbed on top of the slate, as he did the thick flow of blood and yellow tinted fluid began to spout over Lilo, she screamed and yelled and squirmed in vain as Hamsterviel continued to stroke and thrust the air on top of her. With every thrust a new gush of putrid fluid spewed on her. Covering every inch of her skin and puddling below her in a disgusting mass of black, crimson and yellow. Turning her hair into a viscous mass of tangled fibers and bits of rotten meat. Lilo screamed and screeched and begged, but as she did a spray from the thick mass of bulging flesh that Hamsterviel was pleasing gushed out and landed partly into her mouth. Lilo arched in disgust and a stream of acid rose up to her throat as she arched and her stomach hardened and pushed in. Hamsterviel at that moment pounced onto her, using his mutilated hands to try and shut her up. Pushing against her mouth with one and holding her neck with the other, while using his legs to spread her's open wide in anticipation for introducing his colossal dick into her tiny slit. Hamsterviel con fell Lilo's racing pulse of fear and agony under the grasp of his hand and when she started coughing instead of screaming he moved both hands to her throat. Meanwhile his hips continued to thrust wildly ramming painfully against the entrance of Lilo's body. With every thrust a plash of blood and putrid flesh sprayed against the table and both of their bodies. However with every stroke and every choked scream of pain Lilo's slit was further spread open. Again and again the monster rammed against Lilos' dark skin, until the inflammation and deformation of her outer labia gave way for the rotting shaft to start entering her. Using their blood and his putrid fluids as lubricant. As he entered her, he decided he no longer wanted her mute, he wanted her to scream and yell in pain. He wanted to hear her whimper and cry as the was ripped apart in two by gorged penis. As he entered her, he could hear the crack of her hips fracturing under the force of his thrusting, and he could see the dark skin of her stomach bulging as her insides made room for his massive shaft. He let go of her throat and grabbed her legs to further push himself in, with every push a spew of blood and bits of meat spewed back out. He leaned in to kiss her as if trying to devour her, opening his mouth as much as he could and invading her mouth with his tongue, tasting the slightly acidic flavor she still retained and pushing his tongue as deep as it would go, as if trying to lick himself inside of her. His hips continued to shake wildly, further feeding the pool of fluids on top of which they now rested. Every time he thrusted, the human screeched and yelled in agony, and the weaker her screams grew, the stronger his lust grew. Again and again he rammed her, so hard that the iron restraints that were holding her eventually gave in under his strength, but it mattered no more, the human could barely move. And as she let out a scream of pain stronger than any other, so was Hamsterviel pushed over the limit, with a sudden release of viscous yellow-white fluid his dick began to spasm in pleasure and pain, growing even bigger inside of Lilo, making her stomach bulge as if he had been pregnant for most of the year, and pushing the air out of her lungs due to the sheer pressure of the fluid being released. Hamsterviel joined in the screaming and pushed her out of his dick with a kick that sent her to the end of the table. Cumming however, only seemed to further invigorate his dick and his desire. He dragged the deformed husk of a human back to him, and with a single movement flipped her on her destroyed stomach, excess skin now protruding to a side. Without any anticipation he burrowed his snout into Lilo's anus. At first he simply licked but his irrational strength eventually forced his entire snout into the body of the girl. There he tried to open it and lick as deep as he could, feasting on the nauseous flavors he found inside and that eventually started flowing freely into his mouth. He swallowed and went at it again, and again, ravishing as an animal that eats a putrid caracass. However it was his cock what gave him the most pleasure, and it demanded to be tended, it demanded to enter the human again, it demanded the warmth and tenderness his snout was feeling. He retreated, caring little for cleaning himself up and grabbed Lilo from her destroyed hips, her anus gaped at him, as if inviting his powerful cock in. With a single trust and a mad scream of pain he pushed into her. Whatever remained of her insides now marred beyond recognition, he rammed. Again. Again. Again. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Digging his claws onto her back as the pleasure climbed higher and higher and his dick continued to grow even inside her. Eventually the pressure was too much. The pressure on his cock, the pressure on his heart, the pressure on Lilo, the pressure on his veins. His cock began to release a second stream of white putrid cum. Inflating Lilo like a balloon and with such strength that she slowly began sliding out as Hamsterviel was maddened by the pleasure and pain he was experimenting. PAtches of his fur began falling out, leaving behind bloody holes that spewed fluid in unison with his cock. Al the wounds he had re-opened and began spewing blood all over the table and spraying it around the room. The wild thrusting of his hips prompted him to lose balance and fall from the table back into the fluid-covered floor. He shook and convulsed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his eyes turned back and vibrating in ecstasy. However his dick only continued to grow further and further. Bigger, bigger. His convulsions made a sloshing sound against the floor as his dick grew to a size to rival his own. An almost round mass of pulsating flesh and open wounds, it continued to fester and expel fluids from the tip now burrowed deep inside the mass of rotting flesh. Finally the torn skin could hold no more, with his convulsions only getting worse and the flesh growing out of control, it was only a matter of time before the skin finally gave in. It was a loud rip at first, that sprayed yellow clumps of something into the walls and screens of the laboratory. Then another rip. And another, and then in a flash of crimson and green vile, the mass of meat exploded in a massive release of blood and flesh that covered the entire room in the same viscous yellow liquid. The room was flooded with unrecognizable clumps of flesh and what was left behind, was the remnants of a humanoid creature, that seemed to have had a monster rip out from it's insides and that had been rotting for several days already, even if the body was still warm. The room submerged in silence once more. The laboratory was built deep below the earth, under the cave where Lilo had innocently decided to eat unknown food. Now it was silent, and the only movement was the blinking of those lights not covered in grime. What was left of the monstrous happenings would remain hidden underground for long, perhaps people outside would assume she had valiantly given her life to end the reign of terror he had tried to bring forth. Perhaps it was better that way...
Crimson Eyes by TheMadmanwithaScarf	#8 of Journey of the Shadow Archive - Her eyes were like pools of crimson red blood, Even the Death shall glare into their beauty. Her skin was like the snow unstained by mud; People said she was a broken cutie. Her voice was the whisper of a stranger, Like the organ of a graceful angel. People said	[ "Crimson", "Eyes" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153113-crimson-eyes	Her eyes were like pools of crimson red blood, Even the Death shall glare into their beauty. Her skin was like the snow unstained by mud; People said she was a broken cutie. Her voice was the whisper of a stranger, Like the organ of a graceful angel. People said she was the kind of danger; And she was a lady that was baneful. Her hair was the colour of a great flame; Some say it was the same texture of cloth. It was the same beauty as her true name, Some say she was from a witches' mad broth. In truth she was in fact just a sad belle, When she lived in such a frightful pale hell.
An Immune...Dragoness? by draconicon	#1 of Torin the 'Dragoness' A story for FA: Torin13 with a few more stories to come with it. It all started with a bang, and not the usual kind. If you enjoyed this story, please consider dropping me a tip at [email protected] . I make my living by writing these stories, and every little	[ "Anal", "Anthro", "Bondage", "Cum", "Dragon", "Fellatio", "Feral", "Gender Confusion", "Humiliation", "Hypnosis", "M/M", "Musk", "Oral", "Sluttification", "Transformation", "feminization" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149267-an-immune-dragoness	An Immune...Dragoness? For Torin By Draconicon Torin was just about at the epicenter of the big burst of light when it went off, and he blinked when he realized that everyone around him had gone completely frazzle-faced. Everyone else had glazed eyes, hard cocks, and looked like they'd been hit with some sort of lusty Cupid's arrow, while he was just as normal as ever. The gold dragon walked over to one such person, a wolf with a giddy grin, and poked him on the cheek a few times. "Uh, hello? Are you okay?" "Hee hee...pretty dragoness..." "Hey, I'm just having a big butt day! I'm not a dragoness." "Pretty pretty dragoness..." "Hmmph!" He snorted, turning around and turning his back on the wolf. He got a few more catcalls as he left the exploded area, always talking about him as some sort of female rather than anything else. Torin shook his head as he walked out of the construction yard, leaving all those zonked-out males to their own devices. As he left the construction yard and walked down the street, though, he kept seeing other weird things. There were other males that he passed by that whistled at him, calling out about the fat-assed dragoness strutting herself. Even when he shouted back that he was a dragon, all he got were smirking grins and a 'yeah, sure' expression that just enraged him. He got no less than a dozen of them in the three blocks from the construction yard to his house, and by then, he had steam coming out of his ears. Not literally, of course. That was last week's potion power. But it still felt like it! He flomped down on the couch, only for it to crack and break beneath him. He fell to the ground, looked around, and flomped again, not caring enough to get up. Stupid couch, stupid day, stupid blind people. Gotta be blind. I'm a dragon, not a dragoness. Would a dragoness have this? He looked down, lifting one hind leg to show off his sheath to himself. Just as big and bloated as ever, and not in the least shrunken. He lowered his leg again, shaking his head. What as going on? Maybe Kilian would have an answer, he thought. The blue dragon was probably out in the backyard picking up potion ingredients at the moment, and wouldn't be so busy that he couldn't be interrupted. And no interruptions meant a much happier Kilian. Probably he'd explain everything and everyone would be happy again. Going from mopey to happy in the space of about three seconds, Torin pulled himself to his feet and made his way towards the backdoor. Kilian was in the very back of the backyard, pressed up against one of the fences and rooting around with a trowel in his tail. The big blue dragon had about three different plants in hand, and another two that were just getting put out on a tray when Torin shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hey, Kilian!" The resulting shower of dirt and plants left him in a dire need of a bath, and also had the big blue turning on him with the biggest glare he'd seen in a while. It softened, however, as soon as he looked him in the eye. "What the hell...when did you drink a gender shifting potion?" "Why is everyone saying that?" "Because you're a dragoness...and a very sexy one at that." "That's what everyone -" He broke off as Kilian sat back, the big blue spreading his hind legs a bit, just enough to let his sheath fall out into view. Torin looked down at it, blushing as he felt a hunger in the back of his mouth for the hefty piece of meat, but...but he had to talk, had to explain. "I...I was walking home, and -" "Yeah, yeah, you can tell me this later. How about you suck my dick now?" "But-but I need -" His head was already lowering, despite his best attempts to hold back. He grunted as his lips pressed against the other feral's sheath, his mouth ground against the end of it. A powerful musk filled his nose, and he shivered as he was dragged up towards the tip. He couldn't stop himself. He just started sucking as soon as the cock tip pressed against his mouth, pulling it into the back of his mouth and slowly bobbing his head up and down, lewd little suck-suck sounds slipping past his lips as the other dragon groaned for him. "Heh, mmmph...I don't know what happened, but this new look has an even better mouth than the last one." "Mmmph!" "Oh don't worry. We'll talk about it...after..." He got his head bobbed up and down again and again, taking the entirety of that thick cock down his throat before Kilian finally let him loose. Torin gasped, coughing, as the blue circled around him. "Can...can I talk now?" "Almost. Just, uh, push yourself over this way." Torin followed the bigger dragon's orders, figuring that there was some way that he could talk so he could be better heard. He was positioned with his head towards the fence, and before he could say anything, Kilian leaped on and slammed forward again. Torin yelped, his head shoved forward - Crack! And suddenly, he was stuck. His head was on one side of the fence, his body was on the other, and his horns were positioned just so that he couldn't wiggled his head back. All the while, Kilian was hammering away at his rump, ramming him forward and backward, his body jiggling in the rear with every rough smack. He moaned and whimpered, his ass clenching down on that thick cock, and he felt his own starting to throb and extend, pushing forward until it was fully hard. As he started dripping, he heard a different chuckle, and looked forward again. He recognized the pair of dragons in front of him. One of them was Necross, the friend that came by every so often, and the other was Havok, a friend of Draconicon's that he'd met a little while ago. But why were they looking at him with smirks like that. "Hi guys. Uh, sorry about the head through the fence thing." "Oh, I don't think you need to apologize, Torin," Necross said, chuckling. "I mean, it's like a perfect little gloryhole." "...What?" "Wouldn't you say so, Havok?" "Yeah. Pretty surprising, really. I mean, you'd think you'd keep a slut like that behind all the closed doors you could, not put them out on public display." "Yeah, she's just begging to be used." "I'm a HE!" Torin protested. Necross shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not all that attracted to ladies, but there is something about that muzzle of yours..." "Well, if you're not going to use her, Necross, I'm going to. Drac locked me in chastity unless someone else helps me out, so I'm going to take advantage." "Wha-wait, please, I can't -" Yet, just like with Kilian, he found that he most definitely could. He was suddenly shoved down a thick cock, paler than Kilian's as he sucked Havok off. The other dragon had his cock out, slowly stroking it to the show, but for some reason, Torin couldn't just spit the cock out or pull his head back. It was like...like some compulsion to keep on sucking. And it didn't help that Kilian was hammering away the way that he was, always pounding in just the right places to get him to moan, getting him to shiver. Torin panted, his cock drooling against the fence, and the blue dragon behind him chuckled. "Looks like this little dragoness is getting really wet from being used." "She's definitely sucking harder." "Yeah, looks like she's just about in heat." She, she, she. What was all that about? He was Torin, a male dragon, not a dragoness that was just waiting for dicks. Yet, all he could do was take the ones that he was offered. Havok didn't last long, blowing down his throat after face-fucking him for a few minutes, while Necross lasted a great deal longer, pumping musk into his nose as much as he pumped pre down his throat. It pushed him into a sort of sleepy, almost trance-like state, too lusty and lust-drunk to care what happened, and he slipped away on wings of lust... \_So many cocks. Ten, twenty, thirty of them in just over two hours, some of them fucking down his throat from outside, fingers digging into the fence, while others hopped it and decided to use his ass. Talking about how warm his pussy was, how slick and eager it was, with all that seed oozing out. Dragons, demons, alligators, crocodiles, a couple of birds. He didn't know who they were, or what they wanted, only that they had cock for the dragoness. He didn't know who the dragoness was, either, but he was happy to service them while they kept looking.\_ Cock after cock after cock. His hole felt wrecked, and his face was soaked...but he was happy... Torin woke up again after the sun went down, and realized that the board his head was stuck through had finally been removed from the fence. He grinned, and turned towards the house, humming as he walked towards the open backdoor - THWACK! Only for the board to get caught, keeping him from walking through. Backwards, forward - THWACK! Thwack. Thwack....THWACK-THWACK-THWACK! "Kilian! Help!" "Alright, alright, you slutty dragoness..." The End
Good Enough (Cutting Deeper) by ragewolver	A short story based around Thomas from the main story. - Good Enough--Cutting Deeper _Wednesday_ The shower was relaxing, especially after such a hard practice. His muscles ached and throbbed painfully beneath his fur, and Thomas Martan couldn't help but wonder if just maybe he had overdone it	[ "Athlete", "Athletic", "Blood", "Brothers", "Character Development", "Death", "Depression", "Father", "Football", "M/M", "Mother", "Panther", "Violence" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1146889-good-enough-cutting-deeper	Good Enough--Cutting Deeper Wednesday The shower was relaxing, especially after such a hard practice. His muscles ached and throbbed painfully beneath his fur, and Thomas Martan couldn't help but wonder if just maybe he had overdone it today. But he couldn't help himself; he enjoyed what he did and did what he loved. And with the first game of the season just a few days away, Thomas knew he wanted to be at his best, even if it meant that he was the last one to leave--like today. The locker room was empty and Coach Nun was waiting for him to leave... Well, maybe not so empty... "Nice job today," remarked a playful, energetic voice and Thomas looked over. Walking into the showers was the familiar white rabbit, Oswald "Ozzy" Fuller, taking his usual prideful stride forward. "So, big kitty, you think you're ready for the big game?" The innuendo was not lost on Thomas. "Always ready to win. You going to reward me when we win?" Ozzy was now under the same spray of water, reaching up to touch Thomas's chest. "Don't I always?" he answered coyly. "Maybe I ought to reward you now for practicing so hard..." His touch started to drift lower and Thomas hurriedly pulled him closer in a quick kiss. When they pulled back, Ozzy chuckled. "Impatient, aren't you?" "You're one to talk. We're in the school shower--Coach hasn't left yet," Thomas replied, giving him another, deeper kiss as he felt Ozzy's touch drift lower. "Do you want to get caught?" "Doesn't it make it more fun to take risks, kitten?" Thomas couldn't deny how much he wanted it too, especially when he heard Ozzy call him 'kitten' in such a tone. It was a term of endearment that belonged to the rabbit alone, one that only the two of them ever heard. Ozzy nipped at his neck and-- "TOMMY!" called another, intruding voice. Immediately, Ozzy broke away, and moved towards another shower. Thomas cleared his throat before calling back. "Yeah?! Who is it?!" "Theo!" the voice called back and Thomas mentally cursed his luck. Of course Theodore would've come looking for him after having to wait so long after school had ended. "Are you almost dressed? I want to go home!" "Yeah, just wait outside, Theo!" Thomas yelled back. "Be out in a minute!" They were quiet and Thomas was relieved to hear the sound of the locker room door close as Theo walked out. He exhaled sharply and turned to adjust the water over him to a much colder temperature. Ozzy walked back over, arms crossed. "You know, if you'd just tell him--" "Don't start," Thomas interrupted. "You know I can't do that." "Great... Another night of jacking off because you're too scared to come out," Ozzy scoffed. "I'm not gay," Thomas retorted. "Right, because getting off to someone of the same gender isn't called 'being gay'," Ozzy answered sarcastically. Then, tapering his temper, Ozzy continued, "Eventually, someone's going to find out." "You'd better keep your mouth shut!" Thomas warned. "I'd be in just as much hot water as you," Ozzy remarked. "I don't care if you want to call us fuck buddies, friends with benefits or whatever! But this blue ball shit is annoying." Thomas sighed heavily. "Look, we shouldn't even be doing this... whatever you call it. So for now, just drop it. I promise I'll make it up to you however you want to." He winked and Ozzy chuckled. "Then that means I get you before and after the game," Ozzy answered. "You just can't be too rough before we go on the field." "Why? I thought my little bunny liked it rough?" --- "Took you long enough," Theodore Martan huffed as he watched his elder brother walk out into the parking lot. "Practice ended nearly an hour ago!" Thomas snorted indignantly. "Hey, I need to be in top shape, Theo. You don't have to wait. You can always ride the bus home." He unlocked his car and tossed his backpack into the backseat. "Besides, I was busy." "Jacking off in the locker room?" Theodore jabbed. Thomas tensed as he got into the front seat, Theodore getting into the passenger side. But he quickly realized that Theodore had meant it solely as a joke and relaxed. No, he doesn't know, but he had almost stumbled upon it... Need to be more careful, Thomas thought bleakly. But that bunny's just too damn cute... "Dude, that's not funny," Thomas said aloud. "Besides, why're you so intent on waiting for me? It's not like the bus is an impossible option." "No, but I'd rather wait for you. It's quieter, and more relaxing. And you love your baby brother enough to buy him a lemon soda," he added eagerly. Thomas glanced over at his brother with an analytical gaze, trying his hardest to swallow the disgust in his throat. "How can you stomach that crap? It's so freaking sour..." "Is that a no?" "I ought to say no, but I'm in a good mood," Thomas explained. "You're lucky." "No, you just can't say no to me," Theodore replied happily. "Put your seatbelt on," Thomas scoffed, smiling despite himself. "And if I say no?" Thomas put as much pressure on the break as he could, chortling as Theodore tried to keep himself from falling into dashboard. Theodore quickly regained his composure and buckled his seatbelt, arms crossed and scowling at Thomas's laughter. "That's what happens when you don't respect your elders." --- For the first time in a long time, dinner at the Martan household was quiet, solemn. Thomas had barely spoken two words to either Theodore or his mother, Mary, as they ate and he found his eyes drifting towards the empty chair that was on all of their minds. Once more, Henry Martan was absent, undoubtedly bogged down with the work of a police detective, leaving his family to worry. After two minutes of tense, thick silence, Theodore finally spoke. "So, what's the case this time?" he inquired. The question had been on Thomas's mind as well, though he had quickly learned that it was pointless to ask. Mary's head lifted slightly as she met her sons' gazes but she quickly looked away. "He's not allowed to discuss the details of the case with me," she said. "You know that." "Do you know where he went?" "He'll be back before you know it," Mary assured her son. "So don't worry. But how was school, Theo, Tommy? You two came home awfully late. Is everything okay?" "Tommy just wanted to waste time after practice," Theodore answered, feigning bitterness. "But he bought me this, so we're even." He pointed towards the half-empty bottle of yellow soda with a grin. Mary frowned. "You and your father," she said with a small laugh. "I don't know how you two do drink it." "It's an acquired taste," Theodore said in such a way and tone that it was a near-perfect mimicry of his father. "I hope I never acquire it," Thomas jibed. "So, you're coming to the homecoming game, right, Ma?" "Of course," she assured him. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Tommy." "Will Dad be there too?" "Naturally. Has he ever missed one of your games?" she continued. The mood had lightened considerably and she was grinning widely, though Thomas noticed that her eyes had drifted once more to her husband's vacant chair. "We'll both be there. You just focus on winning." "Do I ever lose?" "Yes," Theodore said quickly. He cringed as Thomas tossed a meatball at his face. "Mom, Tommy's picking on me!" he said in a forced, whiny voice. "I know," Mary said. "That's why he's going to be washing the dishes tonight \_and\_tomorrow." Theodore turned back to Thomas and stuck his tongue out. "And for that, you'll be losing your TV for the rest of the night," Mary added. "But--" Theodore started, but he rapidly silenced himself with a dark gaze from his mother. Thomas would've laughed, but he kept himself quiet. There was no reason to do anything to provoke a punishment. --- "Tommy? Thomas, you awake?" Thomas groaned, but kept his eyes closed. "I am now... Go back to sleep, Theo." Theodore paused before speaking. "You think Dad's okay?" That got Thomas's attention and his eyes opened. The bedroom they shared was still dark, and he couldn't see Theodore on the top bunk above his bed but he could hear the bed's noise as Theodore shifted above him. A few seconds later, Theodore was climbing down and seating himself at the foot of Thomas's bunk. "What's bugging you? Nightmares?" Thomas inquired. "I suppose... It's just... Why does he always have to stay out so late? I know he's a cop and all and he has to but... why can't they send out someone else to do it?" Theodore asked and Thomas could hear the fear in his voice. "He'll be fine, Teddy," Thomas assured him. "Really. He's too stubborn to die and too bullheaded to quit. He'll be back before you know it. For all we know, he's just staking out some seedy club or something. Might not even be dangerous." "But what if--?" "Don't think about that," Thomas said. "For now, just try to relax. I don't like seeing you worry." "I can't help it... I don't want to lose him... or anyone. It's just... I don't know... scary." "Trust me, the world's a scary place and I've only seen a bit of it," Thomas said. "But you remember when I broke my arm a few years back and you thought they'd have to amputate it?" "Yeah, but they didn't. What's that got to do with...?" "My point is that you worry about the worst possible ideas when the worst doesn't always happen," Thomas continued. "It's the same idea. You're worried about something happening to him, but this isn't the first time that he's had to work at night and this isn't the first criminal he's had to stake out. You need to trust that he'll be back." "Do you?" The question resonated in Thomas's head and he thought for a moment. The honest answer was no and if he was truthful with himself, he was just as worried as his brother. It was all too easy to imagine a scenario where his father would be killed, go missing or be tortured or-- "Yes," Thomas said. "I have to so that I know he'll be back." "Thanks, Tommy, for listening," Theodore said after a brief moment of silence. "... Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?" Thomas wondered. "Can I...? Just for tonight...?" "Can you what?" "Nothing, it's a stupid question," Theodore said and Thomas felt his weight disappear from the foot of his bed. "I'll just--" "Were you going to ask if you could sleep on my bunk tonight? Like when we were younger?" "How'd you know?" "Because you always do when you're scared," Thomas answered sternly. "Theo, you're too old for that. You're a freshman in high school. You need to start acting like it. I can't keep babying you all day and night. Theo, I do love you dearly. You're my baby brother and I want to keep you happy and safe. But you have to grow up." "Y-yeah," Theodore replied weakly. "I know." Thomas heard the bunk bed creak as his brother climbed back up onto the top bunk. Swallowing the strange guilt that went through him, he spoke again. "Hey, Theo, how're you liking high school?" "What?" "How're you liking high school?" Thomas repeated. "It's okay," Theodore replied. "Like middle school only bigger. Although, I owe you for trying to scare me about the freshman hunt." Thomas laughed, hearing a lighter tone in Theodore's voice. "I had to. It's funny to watch you panic." "You're an ass." "You're a midget." "You're stupid!" "You're childish." A sudden pounding on the closed door made them both jump in surprise. "You're both going to be in trouble if you don't go to sleep!" They couldn't help but laugh at the annoyed shout of their mother, laughing louder when they heard the bedroom door close. "Get some sleep, Theo," Thomas said. "We've got school in the morning." --- Thursday "So, you don't know when he'll be back home?" Ozzy wondered as he walked beside Thomas between classes. "No, we didn't even know when he got a new case," Thomas answered. "He never tells us everything, but he normally would say when he had a new case and or some new lead to follow. Honestly, I don't know what to say." They came to a stop at Ozzy's locker and Thomas leaned against the wall. "I don't even know if he's okay or anything." "And I take it that Theo's not taking this too well either," Ozzy said. "No. He's kind of a wreck. Not seeing Dad at breakfast almost made him cry." "That bites," Ozzy noted. "Think he'll be okay?" "Dad'll be back before long," Thomas insisted. "At the very least, he'll be back for the homecoming game. He never misses any of my games. Which reminds me"--he leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a husky, lustful tone--"do I still get my reward if we win?" Ozzy shivered at the sound. "I think I might not want to wait to see if you win." Thomas chortled. "You're a nymphomaniac, you know." "I can't help it with you breathing down my neck like that," Ozzy scoffed. "I'm going to be horny all through my next class because of you." Then, smugly, he said, "That's a big word for you. 'Nymphomaniac'. Whatever happened to needing to take it down a notch?" "I don't care as long as we don't get caught." "We wouldn't have yesterday if you weren't such a--" "Don't say it, Oswald," Thomas warned. "That joke got old after the third time." "Don't say what?" Ozzy asked playfully. "You know what." "No, I don't, kitten." "That damned 'scaredy-cat' line," Thomas growled. "It's more annoying than anything else you do." He thought for a moment. "Almost anything else you do." "I'm not that annoying." Thomas grinned, but the bell cut off his retort. Playfully jostling the fur on Ozzy's head, he turned to walk away towards his next class. --- Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should've done something, but even as he watched Theodore's bullies jostle him from his position in line, Thomas couldn't help but wonder what exactly was keeping his brother from fighting his own battles. Perhaps he had spoiled Theodore when he was younger, always taking the punches thrown at him. Or maybe Theodore needed this bit of abuse (he cringed at the thought) to make him stronger, able to stand in the world alone when the time came. But even still... "You're just going to let them get away with beating up your kid brother like that?" Thomas looked up at the feminine voice. One of the cheerleaders, a lanky tigress named Eleanor, seated herself at the table, arms crossed as she glared at him. "He needs to fight his own battles," Thomas replied. "He'll learn eventually." "But you're still his brother," she added crossly. "If I can stick up for my sister, you can stick up for your brother." "Your sister's barely walking!" "That's not the point," she snapped. "It's not fair to let someone do that. At least go see if he's okay." "He's fine," Thomas said confidently. "He can take a punch." "Then why is he crying?" Thomas looked closer. Theodore, he noticed, hadn't gotten back into the lunch line but had gone to an empty table without food. He was too far away to see any tears, but Thomas could see the movement of his shoulders, see him wiping his eyes. "Damn it," he grumbled, standing up quickly. Within seconds, he was at his brother's table, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and walking him into the hallway. He walked him into the bathroom and let out a heavy sigh as he released his brother's shirt. He could hear the choked sobs Theodore was letting out, he had felt his brother's trembling... "Why'd you do that?" Theodore griped, his voice wavering. "Fix your face," Thomas ordered. "You're a mess." "I'm fine!" Theodore replied, though the weakness in his voice betrayed any strength the statement might've had. He attempted to walk out, but Thomas blocked his path, arms crossed as they glared into each other's eyes. "I hate you," Theodore said, relenting as he walked towards the mirror. He looked at his puffy eyes and let out a shaky breath. "Why'd you--?" "Because you were crying and the last thing either of us needs is for the school to know how much of a wimp you are," Thomas stated bluntly. "I've got a reputation, you know." "That's all you damn jocks ever think about, isn't it? Reputation," Theodore said, and his biting tone was not lost to Thomas. "No, it's not--" "Right, reputation and tail," Theodore corrected. "Better?" Ignoring the odd mixture of irritation at Theodore's tone and relief at his returning strength, Thomas said in a voice of forced calm, "You need to stand up for yourself." "I'm fine." "Bullshit. I watched them kick you out of line. Who are those bastards anyway?" "None of your business!" "I'm making it my business! No one fucks with my brother!" "I don't need your protection!" Somehow, Theodore's voice had matched Thomas's in volume and Thomas could scarcely believe it. He couldn't recall a time when they had argued at this level, where Theodore would actually shout back at him in anger. But he quickly regained his senses and forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. "Please, Teddy," Theodore said. "I don't want to argue and I don't want to fight. I just want to talk." Theodore rolled his eyes angrily and once more started to leave, but Thomas again stepped in his way. "I'm not doing talking, asshole." "Well, I've finished listening!" Theodore made his move, trying to push Thomas out of the way, but Thomas caught his arm, then the other, and felt something odd... Theodore's arm was wet... Why was his arm wet? Thomas's eyes scanned the long sleeves of his brother's hoodie, scowling at the dark red splotches that appeared in the green fabric. Theodore attempted to wrench his arms free but Thomas held fast, sliding the sleeve down. "Did they pull a knife on you?!" Thomas gasped, feeling sick. "You let them...?! Why didn't you--?!" "It's not what you think," Theodore snarled, finally freeing his arm. "Then tell me! What the fuck happened?!" "You wouldn't understand! You're Mr. Perfect, Mr. Popular..." Theodore snorted indignantly. "I'm amazed you get off your throne to worry about me." "The fuck does that mean?! Of course I worry about you! How could I not?!" "Then where were you when I was getting pushed around, got my money stolen--" "Had I known it was that bad, I would've done something! I never stopped worrying about you! You're my baby brother! What makes you think I don't care?!" "You let them bully me! It's been going on since the year started!" Thomas swallowed thickly and watched Theodore walk over to the sink to rinse the open cut. Steady realization started to work through his mind as he watched his brother's blood wash down the drain and disappear. "So instead of saying something to me, you just let it happen? You don't tell me, you don't tell your teachers, you don't tell--" "I'm not going to go crying just because people are assholes," Theodore answered. He grabbed a paper towel and started to dry his arm. "I can handle myself." "And you do that by cutting yourself?" Theodore's breath hitched--he was about to cry again. Without thinking, Thomas crossed over to him, pulling him into a hug. When was the last time I hugged him?\_Thomas wondered. \_When was the last time I actually told him I loved him? He could feel Theodore shaking... but Thomas was shaking too. How had this slipped by him? How could he have allowed this to go on in his own family, to his own brother, and not done anything? "I'm so sorry, Teddy," he said in a strangled voice. "Please, I need you to trust me again. I don't want you hurt..." Theodore swallowed. "I'm not weak. I want to be strong." He said that before, Thomas realized. But that's why I got strong. So he wouldn't have to be. "It's not weak to ask for help," Thomas said after a few brief moments. "I'm here for you, whenever you need me. Please, I don't want you to be bullied or cutting yourself." Theodore nodded, but kept silent. "Listen, tomorrow, I'll fix this. I'll be there for you like I should've been." He pulled back and looked his brother in the eyes. For the first time, he appreciated how green Theodore's eyes were, just like their mother's. He hadn't inherited their father's golden eyes (or one of them like Thomas had). His eyes seemed pure, a perfect color that seemed to fit the zest for life, the energy, he normally had. The façade that he normally hid behind. "Aw," crooned a voice and they both looked over. One of the football players had come in. "That's so sweet! Real hallmark moment." "Fuck off, Mark," Thomas snapped. "Hey, I was just told by Eleanor to come find you," Mark answered. "You walked off and didn't come back. She wanted to know if you and the pipsqueak were okay." "One, we're fine. Two, don't call him 'pipsqueak'. That's my exclusive right as his brother." "Whatever, I don't care," Mark scoffed. "She's waiting for you back in the cafeteria or are you going to stay in here and keep having a moment?" "Kind of hard to have a moment after you barged in like that," Thomas scoffed. Mark laughed as he exited and Thomas shook his head. "Moron." Theodore chuckled. "He's your friend." "That's being overly nice," Thomas answered. He turned back to Theodore. "What're you going to do?" "About?" Thomas's eyes narrowed. "I think I'll just go to the library," Theodore answered. "Do some studying." "... Not what I meant, but okay. We'll talk later, this conversation isn't over." Theodore nodded. "Yes, sir." "And don't call me 'sir'." Thomas started to walk away but stopped when Theodore tapped his shoulder. He turned back and saw Theodore reach into his pocket, withdrawing something small and silver. Thomas took the razor, eyes narrowing as he pocketed it. "Is this the only one?" Theodore looked away and Thomas reached out. "Give." "It's at home." Thomas exhaled. "You know I ought to tell Mom and Dad about this." "No! Please! They'll think I need therapy!" "Maybe you do! Healthy people don't do this kind of stuff!" Thomas raged. "But I'm keeping secrets from them too. I can't exactly fault you for wanting to keep stuff quiet. So, here's the deal. You'll hand over the other razor and I won't tell them. But if I see anything tat makes me believe you've started again, I'll tell them." "Isn't that blackmail?" "No, it's me trying to help you," Thomas answered. "This secret of yours wouldn't happen to involve Ozzy, would it?" Theodore ventured with a smug expression. Thomas stiffened. "We're not dealing with my problems, we're dealing with yours! And no, it doesn't!" "Okay, fine! I'm going to the library." The bell rang at that moment and they jumped in surprise. "Actually, I'm going to bio. But just for the record, your gold eye twitches when you lie." --- "Tommy? Are you still mad at me?" Theodore asked as they drove away from the school. The silence had been more than uncomfortable--it was unbearable. Thomas had barely said much since their confrontation earlier that day and Thomas's face had become stern since then, something quite unlike the older panther. "I'm not mad," Thomas said, his voice monotone and flat. "Just concerned." "Where are we going?" Theodore asked, noticing they had drove past their usual turn. "Somewhere we can talk," Thomas answered, "without being overheard. Unless you want Mom to hear this conversation." Theodore shook his head. After stopping for a few drinks (Thomas cringed at the lemon soda Theodore had gotten), they drove up towards a park. Theodore looked in surprise at the sign as they pulled into the park--WishPark. He remembered this place, where they had always played when they were younger, where they had spent countless hours simply enjoying the summers or the winter's snowfalls. Thomas parked and let out a sigh. He reached over, pulling something from the glove compartment that he stuffed into his pocket, and stepped out of the car, letting out a lazy yawn as he did so. "Why'd you bring me here?" Theodore asked as he got out. "Call it symbolism," Thomas said. "Come on." He walked over towards the swings, leaning against the frame while Theodore sat down, sipping from his can of soda. "Do you remember the last time we were here?" "How can I? That was years ago." "I remember that I promised you that I'd be there for you whenever you needed me," Thomas continued. "That I'd always look out for you." He looked down at the gravel. "We were right here... I was pushing you on the swing and Mom and Dad were over there"--he pointed--"watching us while they made lunch. You had that same brand of crap soda." "It's not crap!" "That's not the point." Theodore rolled his eyes. "What I'm getting at is that I broke my promise to you," Thomas remarked, "and I shouldn't have. I thought it'd be good for you to learn on your own but... I'm your big brother. I should've been there for you, especially before you starting... cutting." The last word came out in a choked, weak sob-like sound. He reached into his pocket and held out a thin silvery chain... and attached to the chain was a small tag. Theodore saw it but he didn't need to read the tag's engraving. He had read it several times before--he even had one very similar. "'Theo's Big Brother'," Thomas read aloud. Theodore swallowed thickly. "I didn't know you kept it. You stopped wearing it when you became a freshman." "You stopped wearing yours too." "No, I didn't," Theodore answered. He reached into his shirt, pulling out his own chain and tag: 'Tommy's Little Brother', it read. "I never stopped wearing it. It makes me feel stronger." "I'll start wearing mine again," Thomas promised, "because I'm proud to be your big brother. It'll be good to have my good luck charm back." "Why now? You didn't care before." "I always cared. Now, I'm promising you that I'll show it. I won't let anyone else bully you like that. But you have to promise that you won't go back to using those razors." "... Why should I believe you now?" "I don't know. Guess I'll have to earn your trust back." Theodore nodded and downed the rest of his soda, wincing slightly at the sour taste as he always did. Thomas laughed at the sight, finding it just as adorable as he had when Theodore had first tasted it so many years ago... "By the way, can I ask you something?" "Sure, anything." "What's going on with you and Ozzy?" "That's not what I'm trying to talk about," Thomas snarled defensively. Upon seeing Theodore's intrigued look, Thomas hurriedly turned his face so that he would be seen in profile, so that his golden eye would be hidden from view. "It's nothing. We're just really close friends." "Boyfriends?" "No! Remember, I'm dating Eleanor." "Still? I thought you two broke up weeks ago," Theodore said, "or is she just a cover?" Thomas felt his heart began to race as his brain went into overdrive trying to think of something to say. He couldn't tell if Theodore knew for sure or not, but he had to say something... Anything! "It's not what you think," he managed. "We're just best friends." Theodore let out a snorting laughter. "Yeah, okay. I don't know why you're keeping it a secret--I really could not care less." "It's not about you--" "I know, it's about Mom and Dad," Theodore said. "But I don't get why I can trust you with my secrets when you can't trust me with yours." --- "He knows?!" Ozzy hissed in amazement into the phone. Hurriedly, Thomas shushed him, looking back at the dark house and relaxing. He was overreacting as it was. It was the middle of the night in a quiet neighborhood. Who exactly was going to eavesdrop? "Wait a minute, you told him?" He could hear Ozzy laughing on the other side and suppressed the urge to tell him to shut up. "He figured it out," Thomas lied. "Is that a bad thing? You make it seem like it's a bad thing." "He's bad at keeping secrets," Thomas remarked. "Dad makes a living arresting and intimidating people and Theo will break faster than a second if Dad just glares at him." "So he'll just blurt out your secrets if he's getting in trouble?" "Well, no..." "Then stop worrying about it." "Easy for you to say! If Dad finds out, he'll skin me alive!" "You're exaggerating," Ozzy scoffed. "I met him and he seems pretty chill." "You haven't heard him rant about this kind of stuff," Thomas insisted. "I asked him one question--just one!--about being gay and he nearly took my head off!" "By your own definition, you're not gay. And I'd say that you're just a bit bi-curious," Ozzy answered lazily. "And if he does kick you out or something, you just come stay at my place." "Did you already ask your parents?" "No, but they won't say no to charity." "I don't want handouts." "If your dad overreacts, you won't have a choice," Ozzy answered. "And--" \_"Thomas!"\_The new voice, authoritative and deep, made Thomas jerk in surprise and drop his cell phone in the grass. He could hear Ozzy's speaking stop and, when he picked up the phone, quickly ended the call before he could answer any of Ozzy's new questions. He turned back towards the house where he could see the silhouette of a powerful form looming on the porch. But in the light, he could see the bright golden eyes, the shiny dark fur and slightly scarred visage. "Dad?!" "What're you doing out here? It's midnight! You should be asleep!" "Well, welcome back, Dad," Thomas said as he walked back up to the porch, stopping to give his father a hug. Henry Martan returned the gesture and Thomas couldn't help but grin widely. "When did you get back?" "Just now and I find you breaking curfew." "I'm nearly seventeen," Thomas answered. "Why do I have a curfew?" "Because I said so," Henry answered, pulling away. "I take it Theo's already in bed?" "Yep. What was the case this time? Murderer? Drug dealer? Satanic cult?" "Firstly, that's none of your business," Henry interrupted. "Secondly, I don't want to have this conversation right now. Go to bed." "Can we have this conversation in the morning?" "Thomas..." "Okay! Okay! I'm going." They walked back into the house and down the hall, pausing just before Thomas went into his and Theodore's room. He looked back at his father, noting how tired he looked, how red his eyes seemed. But even still... "I'm glad you're back, Dad," Thomas replied. "I'm glad to be back, Tommy, but you need your rest." "So do you. Where have you been the past few days?" "Later, Thomas. Go to sleep." --- Friday Thomas found himself distracted throughout the day, unable to compose his mind to the pointless breakfast conversation (during which his father had expertly left all questions unanswered) or to his teachers' lectures. Even Ozzy's stupid jokes had gone largely ignored. At the forefront of his mind was Theodore and Thomas had done all he could to keep Theodore in his sights whenever he could. During lunch, he had joined Theodore in line and noticed, almost immediately, that his mere presence had kept the bullies at bay. They saw him--he caught their eyes more than once--but they wisely kept their distance. They walked to an unoccupied table together, soon joined by Eleanor and Mark. "Ew, school food," Mark snorted indignantly. "Ew, protein shake," Theodore countered smugly. "So, boys, are you ready for the game tonight?" Eleanor asked, giggling as she leaned over on Thomas's shoulder. "Always ready," Thomas answered, putting his arm around Eleanor with a confident smirk. He caught Theodore's disapproving glare and hurriedly looked down at the table. "After all, who's better than us?" "Pride comes before the fall and it's a long fall from the top," Theodore said. He popped open the tab on his can of soda, but before he could take a drink, Thomas snatched it away. "Hey! That's mine!" "Nope, I paid for it," Thomas answered, "so that means it's mine." He took a quick swig and cringed. "See? You don't even like it. You owe me another one!" "Here, just take the can," Thomas scoffed, giving it back. "I feel like I need to wash my tongue after that." "Here, you started it, you finish it," Theodore replied, giving it back. "Uh... maybe later..." "What're you wearing?" Eleanor asked in confusion as she grabbed the chain around Thomas's neck. She read the tag and giggled again. "Aw, that's adorable." "What's it say?" Mark wondered. "None of your business," Thomas answered, tucking the chain into his shirt. "It's just an old good luck charm." He looked over at Theodore who seemed stunned. He saw Theodore pull at the chain around his neck as well and felt happy. It had been a while since he had felt like this, solidarity and pride. --- "What's up with you?" Ozzy asked as they walked into the locker room. Already, the stands were filled with family, friends, teachers and fellow students. They didn't have much time to chat. "You look like shit..." He moved closer and leaned in, dropping his voice down and adopting the most seductive tone he could. "Aw, poor baby. Does the big kitty need some help." "No," Thomas replied sternly and Ozzy recoiled in surpise. "That... arrangement needs to stop. You're not my"--he lowered his voice--"boyfriend." "True, but you enjoy it too," Ozzy chided. He chortled playfully before he saw the dark look in Thomas's eye. "Oh, you're serious..." Thomas was silent. "Okay, okay, don't glare at me like that! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off or anything. I just figured you liked it." "I did," Thomas confessed. "But... I'm trying to make some changes in my life. And what we've been doing is... wrong." He found himself unable to look directly at Ozzy now, unsure of if he should even have spoken. But he willed himself to continue. "Look, I'm not trying to be mean to you or anything, but... I'm not gay. And I'm tired of sneaking around just to get off. And we both know what would happen if my dad found out." Ozzy let out a heavy sigh. "I kind of figured this'd happen. But... does this mean you're going to avoid me now or...?" "Only if you try to flirt with me again..." A loud whistle cut through the noise in the locker room. Coach Nun had entered and was about to give his usual before-game speech. --- It was almost ceremonial, the procession out onto the field for the first game. Thomas was second in line, waving at the crowd with Ozzy and Mark just behind him. This was an excitement that he had missed over the dull summer. The band was still playing, the cheerleaders exciting the crowd, and his eyes searched the stands desperately... There they were, seated in the fourth row. He could see his mother, clapping happily as she waved at him. There was his father, looking down at him with that same proud smirk he wore at each of his games. But where was...? He's not here... "Hey, you got a fan," Mark stated and he pointed. There, not up in the stands but on the sidelines, was Theodore, seated on the bench where the players would sit when the game began. He had a book in his lap and a can of that awful soda in his hands. Without thinking, Thomas broke away from the line and ran over to his brother, pulling him into a rough hug. He hadn't heard the coach call him back, but he saw Ozzy and Mark walk over and, together, they hoisted Theodore up and walked him into the middle of the field. I'll never forget this moment, Thomas thought gladly as he looked up at Theodore's smiling visage. --- "What were you doing down there?" Henry asked as Theodore joined him and his wife in the stands. He was smiling as well, unable to keep himself from enjoying the sight of his two sons there on the field. "Just wanted to wish Tommy good luck," Theodore answered as he sat down. He opened the book he had brought with him. "Gave him some soda to keep him hydrated." Mary glanced over at him. "You gave him your soda? You know he doesn't drink that stuff." Theodore shrugged and looked down at the field. He knew very little of football and never truly cared to know. But as he looked down at the field, he could see Thomas and smiled. He stood up quickly. "GOOD LUCK, TOMMY!" Thomas looked back in surprise and waved. "Was that necessary? That was right in my ear," Henry griped. "It was. That was just to be sure that Tommy wins." --- It was only the second quarter and already they had fallen behind. Thomas cursed darkly as he glared up at the scoreboard. He looked down at the unopened can of lemon soda that Theodore had left him and felt a surge of guilt. He had promised that he would win... "Martan! Switch in!" Coach Nun called. Thomas nodded as he hopped up from the bench. It took him only a second to realize that he had not set down the can of soda yet... but the second was overshadowed by a single, ear-splitting sound, a sharp noise that was rapidly followed by screaming, running, terror, fear... Panic had gripped the crowd and Thomas's eyes immediately drifted up to the stands. Time seemed to slow down as he watched someone fall... "THEO!" --- One week later How long had it been since they had returned home? An hour or two? Maybe more, maybe less... Thomas really didn't know and he didn't care to know. He hadn't paid much attention to the world around him since closing himself in his bedroom, sitting on his bunk... But it was too quiet without the sound of the bunk above him creaking with movement or the dip in the foot of his bed where \_he\_would usually sit... And Thomas hadn't stopped staring at this stupid can of unopened soda... The golden color, the ugly label and the weird mascot. He had seen it several times before and found it repulsive. But now... Now he was unable to look away. His eyes felt dry... Had he really been crying so much? There was a knock on the door and Thomas jerked in fear. It was like hearing that shot again... Like hearing the casket close... But the door opened with a creak that pulled Thomas from his memories. Henry stepped into the room, looking even worse for wear than Mary had, but she had occupied herself with as many meaningless tasks as she could, anything to try to avoid facing the reality of it all... "How're you holding up?" Henry asked in an uncharacteristically weak, broken voice. "Barely," Thomas admitted. "I just can't believe that... It's not fair." "No, it's not," Henry replied, "but at least he got some justice..." "Fuck that!" Thomas snarled back. "Who the fuck cares about justice! It's not like it'll..." Perhaps he hadn't cried all of his tears yet after all. His eyes were watering, his body was shaking and he couldn't contain it anymore. He was sobbing. When Henry approached him, Thomas moved away. "Why him? It's just... What did he do to deserve this?" Henry shifted uneasily. He seated himself beside his son and swallowed thickly. "If anyone's to blame, it should be me... The shooter wasn't aiming for Theo... He was aiming for me." "What do you mean?" Thomas asked, eyes narrowed. Henry swallowed thickly. "Remember the case I was working on this week? I was following a lead on the leader of some drug dealing gang. We had been watching them for a while and we had the chance to bring it down. We took it. Most of the dealers are imprisoned, we impounded their cars, disposed of their weapons and disposed of the narcotics... but a few of them got away and one of them apparently got a good luck at me..." It took a moment for the details to click in Thomas's head. His countenance started to change from sorrow, to confusion, to amazement before settling on rage. "It was your fault," he said lowly. Then, with more vigor, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "THIS WAS YOUR FAULT!" "Thomas--" Henry started, but Thomas wasn't listening anymore. He had never felt such anger, untamed and all-consuming in its purity, as he glared into the emotionless face of his father. He wanted to break that calmness, to shatter that face... So he struck, but Henry caught his fist and quickly wrenched him down, holding him down on the carpet. "LET GO!" Thomas bellowed. "Not until you calm down," Henry replied and his calmness fed Thomas's newfound madness. He shifted and struggled, but Henry's grip remained firm, his weight keeping down his son expertly. "You need to listen to me." Thomas's breathing did not slow, nor did his anger abate. But he forced himself to try to be calmer. His heart was pounding painfully in his chest and he felt his entire body tremble. "I know this is the most difficult thing to come to terms with," Henry said saying, "but how do you think I feel knowing that I'm responsible? That's my son they buried today." Thomas felt something drip onto his cheek... Henry was crying. Thomas's anger broke. It seemed impossible that Henry, the hardened, distant panther who had raised him was crying now. He felt his father's weight lift and stood upright. For the first time, he realized that he had reached his father's height... but looking into that face... It was like looking at Theodore again. "So what happens now?" Thomas asked weakly. "We move on. It'll be hard, I know, and I don't expect us to get over this completely," Henry admitted. "Eventually, we'll be able to live our lives..." "I don't think I can..." "It'll be alright, I promise," Henry assured him. He put his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed slightly before pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry to put you through this..." "... I think I need some time alone," Thomas stated. Henry pulled back. "I'll be in the living room with your mother if and when you need us. Try to get some rest." "Yes, sir." Henry nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. Thomas sighed heavily, stuffing his hand into his pocket. Surprised to feel something there, he pulled it out--It was Theodore's razor. \_Why didn't I throw this away?\_Thomas wondered. He picked up the can of soda from the floor, glaring at it and, after a brief moment of thought, he climbed onto the top bunk. He popped the tab on the soda and took a swig. The taste was still unfamiliar and strangely disgusting to him... but he continued to sip from it. I wonder what you saw in this, Thomas wondered as he glared at the razor... He hesitated for a moment before spreading the fur on his arm and bringing the razor to the skin... Just this once...
: CH 7 : Where things went wrong by KiyoshiYamaru	#7 of Where things went wrong Nick and Judy finally get the talk they needed, and begin building something properly. Wolfard and Fangmeyer on the other hand, decide they needed to check in on a friend. Finnick though seems to be in a terrible spot, whatever will happen next? - Chapter 7 : Acceptance	[ "Bunny", "Disney", "Fanfiction", "Fangmeyer", "Finnick", "Fox", "Judy Hopps", "Nick wild", "OC", "Olivia Winters", "Rabbit", "Tiger", "Vulpes Vulpes", "Wolf", "Wolfard", "Zootopia" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1151291-ch-7-where-things-went-wrong	Chapter 7 : Acceptance and Loss \\\\\* The short stop at Greeneries was quick, Judy had gotten a walnut, with pecan, and cherry salad the dressing of which, held a tangy, sweet scent. Nick's nose twitching as it flooded his senses until the take away was closed. He picked up a cricket burger with lettuce, tomato, and onions with carrot fries. He knew Judy would end up stealing half of them, but the scent of the burger almost had him drooling on the spot. Snugging the coat, he was wearing tighter about his form, Nick brought his paws to his muzzle and blew across them. Glancing to the grey furred rabbit walking beside him, equally bundled up in her puffed up looking green jacket, the orange carrot colored scarf bundled about her neck, she seemed slightly lost in her own world, seemingly, oblivious to Nick's eyes watching her. The walk back to Judy's apartment went relatively quick given the circumstances, it hadn't been far to the train station after Greeneries, and the warmth of the train was welcome, almost to the point that Nick did not want to step back to the cold, snow covered ground when they stepped off. Luckily enough, that final walk was quick, reaching Judy's apartment rather quickly, despite the silence between them. The entire way Nick had remained oblivious to the cold, snowy, wet city around him, let alone, the other mammals that were mostly bundled up, save for a few from Tundratown, that felt more comfortable in the colder weather. His attention was pulled entirely to the upcoming conversation. The odd sensation of feeling like things were great, while another side of his mind felt far darker, with the current silence. A quick shake of his head brought his attention back to Judy once more, a soft hustler smile on his face as the two passed the apartments lobby and off to the stairs. Climbing them one by one, Nick's mind wandering to the imaginary knife, pressed firmly to his heart and ready to finish him, if things went south with his bunny. As they reached Judy's apartment, her keys jingling with the sound of metal on metal, a soft click when the lock was undone and the door opened. Nick following her inside, though his steps were more hesitant as his mind rolled the thought of 'His Bunny' around. When had he considered her as his exactly, and why had he done such. "Nick, are you ok?" Judy's voice breaking through his concentration, and pulling him back to reality. "Yeah, I'm alright Fluff." The noncommittal answer passed his lips, he hadn't really registered the concern in Judy's voice. Turning to nudge her door shut, he moved to the bar-top and set the food down. Quickly turning to open the fridge, he'd grab some juice for her as well as himself a drink, the bottle of apple juice set on the bar-top with the food as he quickly fetched a pair of glasses. Taking his seat at the bar-top while she changed, Nick set out the meals and filled their glasses. The scent of the dressing on Judy's salad stole his attention a moment, as he stole just a bit of it, the sweet part of the dressing had been blueberry, the tangy part he couldn't quite place though. "Hey! That's mine, you sneak!" Judy had finished changing, stepping out to catch Nick with a bite of her salad. Moving over to the seat beside Nick, she'd climb up and took her fork back from him. Nick paused midway through the bite, glancing back when he heard her, before finishing it. He grinned and acted like he was gonna steal another bite, vowing not to do so in his head, as she sat and took her fork back. "It's not bad, got some blueberry in it, right?" Judy's deep amethyst eyes watched Nick, a small smile creeping onto her muzzle before she took a bite of her own salad. Her eyes following Nick as he picked up his burger and began to eat, she waited to start the conversation till they'd both eaten at least half of their meal. She could tell that the silence was getting to Nick, the way his tail seemed to flick, just a little, from time to time enough of a giveaway. Setting her fork down, Judy took a slow breath before speaking. "Nick, I'm going to talk first." Her eyes looking up to catch his own, making it clear that she didn't want to be interrupted, taking note of his understanding nod. "I would like to know, more about why you left like you did. You just cut off everyone, Finnick, Your mother, ME!" Her paws clenching against her legs, she took another slow breath before letting it out again. "The night we were attacked, was something that had been planned, at least from what was found out during the investigation and interrogation" Judy's eyes looking to Nick's as she took note of his slower pace while eating, every so often taking a fry to munch. "Woolter isn't the mastermind, we know that, but he was working for someone still. It wasn't Dawn Bellwether though, we know that for certain, since she's dead and from the interrogation." Judy's eyes glanced down for a moment, taking her fork as she took another bite of her salad. "I don't blame you, for that night, in the least. You know that though, and I'm still not afraid of you after what happened." She noticed Nick had stopped eating, his gaze seeming distant, as his ears were back and his tail limp. Grey ears twitching to droop along her back, Judy worried a bit more seeing the way Nick looked now. "N..Nick look, I do want to know what you were up to the last couple of months. B..but Look I know you're probably confused by what I said in that warehouse." Fidgeting somewhat as she grew more nervous herself. "Look N..N-Nick, I know I told you that I would spend my life with you. I meant that the other night, I have no reason to ever doubt how I feel about you" Judy took a deeper sigh, collecting herself slightly. "I was oblivious to what having you in my life meant, what having you as my partner, my friend meant. But, I do know that I care about you as more than just a friend, or partner, and that I want you to be a bigger part of my life, as much as I hope to be a far bigger part of yours as well." Shifting on her seat, Judy stood up and grabbed Nicks muzzle in her paws, pulling his face up as she looked to those beautiful green eyes. "I knew when I was so worried about you, when I couldn't find anything out and no one would let me see you. I had plenty of time to think, to sort my own thoughts on YOU. The Sly, Dumb, Caring, Intelligent, Goofball Fox that has taught me to never underestimate the world and especially other mammals." The tears forming in her eyes couldn't be stopped easily, as her paws shook a little. Rubbing her digits along the side of Nick's muzzle, feeling his soft shorter fur, she took in the features on his face. "I know things will never be what most may call perfect, but I love the imperfection, that when we come together, makes it perfect for us. I, Judith Lavern Hopps, know that I love you, Nicholas Piberius Wilde." \\\\\* Nick, to his credit, did exactly as asked when Judy returned. Telling him directly to keep quiet so she could talk first, he gave a soft, knowing nod to the Bunny next to himself. Bringing his burger to his lips, he munched slowly listening to every word she spoke. He had time to think as well, though a bit less considering how long he'd been under the effects of some new Nighthowler serum. Nick sat in silence though, his tail going still and his ears falling back, he had indeed cut everyone off as much as he could. He'd left everything in Zootopia behind, and it was all because of how he felt. Nick felt as though he sunk lower, her forgiveness for what had happened, even if while under the serum. For telling him that she still wasn't afraid of him, trying to wrap his mind around those words, how she felt still even. Taking another few bites from his burger, Nick tried to hide how he felt from her, even if he didn't realize the position of his tail and ears currently. Taking a few fries to munch slowly, savoring Judy's words though more than the food they had bought. Those words of hers as she mentioned loving how they were together, it wasn't lost on him how things had changed since he met Judy. This headstrong, over-optimistic Bunny that had changed his world even when he was against her. Having finished his burger, Nick poked at what was left of his fries. Judy having gone quiet as he turned to look at her, catching only the slightest bit of deep purple from her eyes. Bringing his right paw up, he scratched lightly at his neck, fighting the urge to wipe at his damp eyes. "Judy, I... I'm sorry for how I left, not keeping in touch and worrying you like I did. I'm sorry for thinking the worst, thinking of how you might look at me when you saw me next. I guess I was the one this time, that put on a label, even if it was on myself and how I may be viewed." Munching the fry, he had been poking at, he tried to relax a little, his eyes still on her looking for a reaction. "I guess, I kind of understand how you may have felt. Before you came back during the case, thinking I ruined something so great. But..." He paused looking away finally, collecting the rest of his thoughts. Attempting to keep his voice calm, especially after how shaky Judy's had been. "I knew I cared for you as more than just a partner, or even more than just a friend... When you came back and found me at the bridge, I knew as you apologized, with tears in your eyes, that I had fallen for you. I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. I couldn't tell you how I felt before, because I was terrified that it would ruin what we had." Nick hung his head, much the same as she had moments before. But she was still quiet, he hadn't even noticed her watching him with more than just worry or concern. "The Late nights on stakeout, the days' worth of patrols, taking down a criminal mastermind. All of that I would do it over, and over, if a certain, Gorgeous, Grey Furred beauty was by my side. She pulled me out of the dark path my life was headed down, and drew me into a far better place. I Love You Judy, but I didn't think I was worth your love" he finally let the tears flow, washing down his cheeks. Rubbing his paws over his tear-filled eyes, his breathing coming a bit more ragged until he felt a paw on his shoulder. Turning his head just a bit, he looked to Judy, to see her own tear filled eyes looking back with love of her own. "I'm sorry I ran away Carrots, I'm sorry that I didn't wait longer, get the answer I needed from you directly. You were right, I am a Dumb Fox" His tears slowly drying, he would reach a paw out to run along Judy's cheek. Brushing a thumb pad over her left eye to help dry her tears, not enjoying the sight of his bunny crying. He was entirely caught off guard though, when her warm, sweet, soft lips met his own. Judy's muzzle pressing somehow both firmly, and gently against him in a soft deep kiss. Nick froze stunned at the feel of her, not just her warmth. But how she felt for him, so clearly broadcast in the soft shake her body had. The nervous twitch in her form, the subtle hesitation as he returned the warmth, even his own movements lost to his senses as he pulled his bunny to his lap. Nick's ears drew a slightly darker tint, hearing the soft sound of her voice as he realized their lips had parted. "I Love you too Slick" The new warmth he felt through his body, he couldn't deny how he felt for her, any more than she could him it seemed. "Y..ou wanted to know, what I've been up to the past few months. Well when I had Fin sell my stuff from the apartment, I took a chunk of my savings and bought a little carrot farm out in Podunk." Taking in her gorgeous deep amethyst eyes, he could see the smile creeping onto her features. \\\\\* : February 18th - Two weeks Later : Wednesday 9:00 am Stopping by a local florist, Wolfard stood looking over the many, many different variations of flowers to choose from. His left forepaw on his muzzle, he let out a low hrmm. Trying his hardest to pick a bouquet of flowers, he wasn't sure what they liked or even, what might be appropriate given the circumstances. "Now what about tulips? Do those work as a get well soon?" Turning his eyes to the gazelle standing at the counter behind him, he had hoped that working in a floral shop, she might have understood some meaning to different flowers. Instead, he had concluded, that she was just a simple worker, passing her days away. "Well That really depends on why they would need get well flowers to begin with, are they sick? Were they hurt?" The voice of the gazelle was a bit raspy, having just gotten over a cold. "Well they were injured, doing their job. But I don't know for sure if they even like flowers, I figured they are a better bet than candy though" His right ear giving a few twitches in minor irritation, he didn't need to lean in to smell the different choices. Wolfard had one of the best noses on the force, and he could easily discern each flower without burying it against his schnozz. Blue eyes paused in their flowery search, catching on some pink and purple looking tiger lilies of all things. They were out of season at the moment, but Wolfard had to admire their tiger like appearance somewhat. Gathering up a small bouquet, he turned to the cashier so he could pay and be free of the place. "These should do I think" For some reason, it seemed to take forever ringing them up, but once paid for he gave a smile and a nod to the Gazelle, his purchase wrapped neatly and in paw he moved. Heading from the store Wolfard walked to the cruiser parked nearby, the tiger in the driver's seat slipping his phone away when his partner climbed into the passenger seat. "I don't think, I'll be purchasing flowers again anytime soon, hopefully" Wolfard set the flowers in his lap, buckling up before looking to Fangmeyer. "Alright, how about we get to the hospital. I'm sure Olivia could use a pair of friendly faces today, and hopefully she likes flowers." Fidgeting with them a bit, oblivious to the grin from Fangmeyer himself. "You know, if we weren't together. I'd almost think you like Agent Winters, more than just a friend" Wolfard reached over and slugged his partner in the shoulder for that little comment, laughing lightly when the larger tiger rubbed his shoulder from the hit. "Maybe I will trade you in, for a smaller, sleeker model with comments like that, hrmm?" Wolfard felt the pull of the cruiser, Fangmeyer purposefully tapping the gas harder than was needed. Grabbing onto the door a moment, he collected himself as the car headed down the road. The slight lurch in his stomach all too familiar, car rides tended to throw him off, for some reason that he could never place. \\\\\* The hospital was boring, terribly boring, mind numbingly terribly...BORING. Olivia hated the hospital, checkups were one thing, being stuck in one for weeks on end from surgery and to heal was an entirely different scenario. Sitting up in the medical bed, the TV mounted in the corner of the room playing some strange game show, the cool air somehow leaving her chilly and warm at the same time. "Ughh Why won't they let me leave yet!" her groan wasn't going unnoticed by the nurses in the hall, she had taken up a habit of vocalizing her dissatisfaction with the current environment. Shifting a bit on the bed, Olivia turned her attention to the large window. Her view let her see a portion of Zootopia, as well the large palm tree hotel in the far distance. Her large ears giving a soft twitch from their perked high position, one swiveling to the sound of feet entering her room. "Ready to get the bandage off your face, bet it's been terribly itchy since that's healed" The voice of a nurse came, he was a larger grizzly bear named George, but had been one of her favorite nurses so far. Olivia's green eyes looking him over some, she gave a nod with a soft smile. "How about the other bandages?" Motioning at her side, she didn't expect a quick response. Closing her eyes when he came over with a little spray bottle, the sanitized water inside she knew was to help release the tape her bandage was held on with. She felt the soft spritz from the bottle, a skilled pair of paws working, his skilled claws peeling at one edge of the bandage. The side of Olivia's face more wet than damp, but she felt the glues loosening as he rubbed it just at the edges of the bandages. Bit by bit pulling them away, she'd wince a few times where the glue held firmly still. "Your bandages on your side, we'll get to in a bit. It's not everyday someone takes a blast from a shotgun, I believe it was called?" Her ears twitching to lay back against her head, Olivia gave a soft nod in response. Being quiet with her answers, she couldn't help but notice when the larger mammal had paused to look her in the eyes. "What... what's wrong?" Fidgeting a moment, she wanted to reach up and check the wound on her face. George let her panic a moment, brushing the spots where the shotgun blast had torn her fur away. He gave a toothy smile, nodding gently to her panicking eyes. "Ahah It's alright their Ms.Winters, your fur is slowly growing back in. Although it's coming in a bit whiter than the darker grey and black, safe to assume that's due to your genetics. Now let me see those teeth" She gave a playful growl, baring her sharper far more predatory teeth to the bear. Olivia's own smile as she reached up to brush over her cheek, her wound mostly healed was calming though. "You know I don't enjoy showing them off, hybrids may be more common these days. But most mammals get unnerved, thinking I'm a rabbit only to find a predator's smile" Glancing down a little, she let out a slow sigh as her smile faded. "Well they don't know what they're missing, you have a beautiful smile. Should really show it off more, but! Let's get the bandages on your side changed" Another smile crept to her features, Olivia didn't get told often that she had a beautiful smile. And to George's credit, he was genuine with his words, but even he was a bit sadistic at times, usually with bandages as she recalled. Yelping out in pain, Olivia twitched as bandages were peeled away without the assistance of water. She was sure she lost more fur from the tape, and she wasn't mistaken, seeing him toss it in the trash. "I'd almost thi-OW, that you were try-OW!, to pee-OUCH!!!!-l, my fur away.." "I have to get you back, if the other Nurses didn't hear some form of complaint while I'm in here. Well... they would think I'm playing favorites" This got George a stern glare, even as she looked down to the larger scab that was on her side. The scar she would have from this was at least somewhat worth the story she'd get to tell, but if her face was anything to tell, her fur wouldn't grow back the same still. A new scent on the air drew her attention away from George or her wound, the twitching her nose did, most might have called cute. Soon enough though the scent of flowers became clear, Wolfard and Fangmeyer appearing in the doorway to her room. "Hey! How are you two doing?" Olivia's smile enough to tell them she was far better, at least more than a week previous. \\\\\* Friday To his credit Finnick had been keeping himself clean, he'd not spoken to Nick for nearly a month at least. Didn't even know he was back in Zootopia yet, but that didn't seem to deter the fact that he found himself tied to a chair. This chair being bolted to the concrete floor under it, his feet dangling some as he tried to see into the darkness around himself. A single light kept him and a circle around himself lit, but anything beyond that light was lost to himself. Struggling some as he grunted, trying to free himself in any ways. His muzzle having been stuffed with a rag and tied shut, the only thoughts that kept coming to mind though, were what had Nick done, or what had he done to piss someone off recently. He froze though, the sound of growling coming from the darkness. The sound itself of a growl wasn't off putting, but the tone and strangely enough feral sound was worrisome. It wasn't just one growl, but multiple, from different spots around the room. It sent a chill up the small Fennec's spine, something that he didn't like in the least. "Oh do please calm down Mr.Finnick, you have got quite the future ahead of yourself." Finnick tried to turn, to look towards the sound of the feminine voice. The voice that probably sent a chill up his spine more than the growls, the voice that was equally enticing as it was venomous. "Now, I am certain you're wondering why you are here. Or even where is here? But I assure you that doesn't matter, you won't be here very long after all" The sound of her snapping her claws caught the air, the lights suddenly turning on. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust, but when they did Finnick went stiff at what his eyes could see. The large warehouse he was in, was at least somewhat of a giveaway that he was not in Zootopia at current. The place seemed more military, private sector almost but the glass containment cages. Lined up in rows before himself, and he gathered behind as well were not cheap. Even with his years of work hustling, sometimes working with the mob, this was another level entirely. "You see Mr.Finnick I've brought you here, because you and I have a mutual interest so to speak. In the name of a Nicholas P. Wilde, though yours is friendship, mine... is anything but" His hackles stood on end a bit, the terror crawling in every bone in his body. The sudden feel of warm near him, a breath on his ears caused him to growl and struggle more suddenly. "Ah, do calm down please. I'd hate for you to injure yourself, especially before we get to why you're here" The feel of a paw, slipping along the back of his neck, then up to grab his ears. He felt their warmth, even as a set of claws trailed to the exposed flesh inside each ear. Drawing a pleasure filled shiver through his body, he tried to pull away with eyes closed at the unwelcome touch. Opening his eyes after the feeling of those paws left his ears, he nearly jumped back in the chair at what was before his eyes. The deep nearly crimson red fur, offset by a creamy white under her muzzle, and the nearly blood red eyes that peered at him. Her muzzle just inches from his own, Finnick's ears fell back as a new fear crossed his thoughts. His light brown eyes taking on actual fear, the vixen before him he had only heard rumors of. All they had been were rumors at least until that moment, when Finnick felt the truth of a hundred stories sink in. He didn't know her name, just her nickname that managed to get out every so often. Vivian Blood, and it wasn't just due to her fur coloring that she had that name. "The name isn't Vivian Blood, it's actually Victoria I'll have you know" he received a telling scowl with those words, she must have known what he was thinking. Or so he hoped, the truth being she'd seen the searching look he'd given her many times. "Anyways let's get to the point, your friend and former partner has... injured and taken one of my employees, well the ZPD have him. But I need to send a message to him, since he is back in Zootopia. Well... what better way to do that, than using his dearest friend" Finnick tried shaking his head, tried tugging again at his bindings with little luck. He could handle himself in most situations, but this one, and this vixen were too far beyond what he could get into or out of. "Parker my associate, will see to the details of your soon to be... condition, do be well Mr.Finnick" His light brown eyes followed her turn, the very business-like suit she wore seemed almost tactical. And he could tell she was carrying weapons of some sort, though her tail swayed with the movement of her hips. His eyes took notice of the large panther that stepped near, he pressed a foot on a lever under the chair. Picking it up off the floor with the fennec still attached, he made his way between the glass cages. So many mammals, of different species were inside. Most cubs and kits, and every single one of them were pacing. The growls from before had come from these, and the feral creatures in each one. Tears forming in even his eyes, how could they have little ones feral, savage or whatever. Finnick had nothing but care for Kits and Cubs, never hustling them and always looking out for the ones he saw on the streets. The sudden look that caught him though, as it clicked from the news stories recently. Since just before the explosions quite a few mammals had gone missing, many of them were young and barely in 3rd grade. But these had to be them, and in such a state of being. The Growl that left his muzzle though, as he tried to struggle more was cut off quickly. Glancing down as he felt a sudden sharp pain, a large dark paw holding a syringe into his side. He looked back up to the panther, questioning what the hell just happened as his vision began to blur. Finnick tried to fight the darkness consuming his mind, his struggling coming to a stop as the chair was set down. Trying to fight the sudden sleep overtaking his body, he felt the chair settle and latch in place once more. \\\\\* Parker finished latching the chair in the helicopter, having entered the hangar when he injected the new serum into the small fox. He shut the door on the side of the vehicle, moving to climb into the pilots' seat and firing up the engine. The roof above them sliding open as the turbines kicked on, whirring to life before he gave a tug on the flight wheel. Within minutes, the copter was in the air leaving a facility that was roughly a hundred miles outside of Zootopia. "This is Parker, en-route to Zootopia. Sand Crawler has been dosed, will be free range within the hour. Target is in old happy-town district, hold on standby for further casualties than planned" His voice gruff as he spoke into the radio, holding no emotion within his words. Glancing to the ground as it passed by quickly, it wouldn't take too long to reach his destination.
USS Raptor by CrimsonStar	#20 of Adult Commissions A very detail story concerning a space-faring race of hermaphrodite dinosaur hybrids! Sex galore! - ISS Raptor Commissioned by: Cornel from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar "More power to the main engines! Deviate energy from the main guns to the warp drive, we're getting out	[ "Dinosaur", "Hermaphrodite", "Sex", "Space" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1145467-uss-raptor	ISS Raptor Commissioned by: Cornel from SoFurry Written by: CrimsonStar "More power to the main engines! Deviate energy from the main guns to the warp drive, we're getting out of here!" Yelled Captain Florence to the top of his lungs. "Sound the alarm, everyone to emergency positions!" Two agile fighters zipped past the ISS Raptor, appearing on the screens of the command room. The radar showed twenty more on their tail. A blue burst of energy flared in front of the command room. Those were the ship's shields engaging. The pilot said nothing, but the captain could see his orders being executed with flawless precision. The lights of the command room began to flicker, and the intra-ship communications channel bursted to activity. "Captain, we can't jump yet, the subspace sensors are being overwhelmed by the interference of own shields." "I did not ask for your opinion cadet. Override security measures, we're jumping, now!" As the captain barked his last order, the radar displayed in front of him switched from an already threatening orange, to a full blown emergency red. There were twenty or so small dots rapidly approaching their ship, but in the distance, two massive blobs of red had just jumped out of subspace. Those were Rex-class Battleships. The intra-ship comms flared again. "Captain, the engine's securities have been overridden. But please..." "Parnid!" The captain yelled. "Get us out of here!" A low rumble shook the ship and a distant screech flooded the atmosphere. The external cameras went offline, submerging the command room in almost complete darkness. In a second, the walls lit up with a blinding blue glow that engulfed the ship whole. When the light receded, Captain Florence looked down at the radar and found a tranquil blue scanner extending it's range to the nearby stars. The command room screens lit up again, the familiar darkness of space greeted them, but there were no enemies in sight. They had jumped successfully. The commander activated intra-ship comms. "Crew, evaluate the ship's integrity, tend to the wounded, if any, and take a deep breath, we're gonna be here for a while." He looked up at Parnid in front of him. "Pilot, find out where we are and how we can get back to friendly territory." Again he got no answer, but his commands were executed. He took a deep breath as he had recommended for his men, and sat back, letting his mind wander through the darkness of space around him, and peeking at the well-tended body of the pilot in front of him. It was the year 4204 after The Great Unification. The "ISS Raptor" had left the subspace tunnel abruptly after the emergency jump. From the outside, the interior lights seemed to desperately blink with tones of red and blue. Inside, an alarm roared and the crew scrambled through the hallways, following the captain's commands. The ship was divided into three main decks. The lower deck, reserved for the females, the pleasure quarters and the containment cells. The middle deck was where most of the crew worked, the installations provided facilities for all sizes of hermaphrodite crewmembers, from food to entertainment and medicine. And the top deck was reserved for officers, the only non-high-ranking members allowed into the top deck, were the captain's harem when heading for his quarters for inspection or entertainment. The diamond-shaped hallways of the ship housed individuals from all walks of life. Captain Florence had almost individually picked every member of his crew; he considered such a precaution was necessary given the importance of their mission. The ISS Raptor's principal directive was to explore the outer reaches of Imperial territory, looking for new civilizations to incorporate into The Great Unification, therefore bringing peace and culture to the often barbaric worlds they found. Jumping into subspace without following the proper security routines presented a number of risks, among which was the difficulty for calibrating the distance of the jump before dipping into subspace. The ISS Raptor was a hardy ship, so Captain Florence didn't expect there to be any structural damage from the jump, lesser ships however, could even be completely disintegrated when attempting such a dangerous maneuver. At least the command room seemed intact: It was an octogonal chamber with only two seats, no more were needed. The walls were of angular tiered design, thick metal beams gave it structural support on the sides, and the spaces in between the beams were covered with digital screens. In the forefront, and flanked by a number of high-resolution screens that relayed information from the outside cameras, there was a small "L' shaped pod and on top of it laid Parnid, in a semi-prone position, he was the ship's pilot and pretty much its sole controller. The crews down at the engines did mostly manual work and obeyed his orders flawlessly. Parnid was a paragon of imperial perfection. He had perfectly trimmed dark green skin with symmetrical patches of grey and yellow spread over his underside. His facial features were well defined and sharp, his teeth perfectly white and his eyes cold and calculating. His neck was almost as long as his body and curved at a perfect angle midway. As his neck gave way to his back, his pristine skin rugged and hardened to form incredibly dense scales that looked like a spiked shell from a distance. He had eight rows of spines that covered the entirety of his back, and merged into a single line as his tail extended behind him. His tail ended in a thick and heavy mass of bone and flesh that he tended to slam against the ground when he was angered, or extremely excited. The sheer strength he could muster with his tail meant that the otherwise pristine floors of the ship, had several bumps here and there as a permanent reminder of grievances against the vessel's pilot. Parnid was perfectly naked, this not only gave captain Florence a nice something-something to look at when not barking commands, but was also integral for operating the ship. The pod that rested under Parnid had the sole purpose of reading his every nervous impulse and translating it into the ship's motion. Paranid was connected to it through seven control patches attached to the most nerve-rich surfaces of his body. Two on his hands, two on his feet and two on his neck. However, perhaps the most important of these control patches, was attached to a small silver tube that rose up from the pod and entered into his body through his feminine-reproductive organ. In earlier Imperial ships of similar control schemes, they used to attach to the male-reproductive organ of the operator, however further developments proved that actually introducing the last control patch into the operator's body granted them even more precise control over the ship, which led to the actual design, that pretty much ignored Parnid's male organ. The tube slid in and out of Parnid's insides, depending of the degree of information it needed to transmit, in moments of extreme stress, it often dug deep, giving the pilot spikes of pleasure that threatened to break his concentration. Operating the ship was as much as act of self control as it was a display of skill and training. The pilot didn't need to talk. The ship was an extension of his will. Captain Florence, on the other hand, had a voice to be remembered. It was gruff and thundering, and echo of his own personality and body. Captain Florence's skin was covered in tiny scales that provided him protection and isolation from cold and heat. His body had a stripped pattern, alternating between a bright green background and dark red stripes that extended from head to tail tip. His face was long and his nostrils prominent, but his eyes were of a charming gold, they contrasted with his tough looking body, as they were rather tranquil and rarely expressed true anger or fury. From the base of nis nape, a thick sail of bone and scales extended behind him, his chair was specially adapted to accommodate for the hard and not too mobile sail that helped him regulate his body temperature, it was almost as wide as he was tall, but it was only a few centimeters thick. It normally had a lighter shade of green compared to the rest of his body, but if he was cold, it's tint became even lighter, and if he was warm, it became darker as more blood flowed into it to be cooled. His tail, contrary to Parnid's, wasn't too mobile and it didn't have much more use other than helping him strafe his sail. The screen in front of Florence, blinked with a blue window. It was Parnid's report on the situation. The report included a 3D map of the nearby sector, normally these are small chunks of space that locate the ship in relation to known stars, but in this case, it was a huge chunk of space filled with "Unknown" and "Unexplored". The only familiar spot was a pulsar in the very edge of the scan. They were far from home, really far. Intra-ship comms flared up as Captain Florence read the report. "Captain, this is engineering. That last jump almost fully depleted our energy cells." "Load up the emergency capsules, we're gonna need as much as we have if we want to return home in a single jump." "Captain, we used the emergency cells for that last jump." "You what!?" Roared the captain. "Parnid's orders sir, if we didn't flood the engine with all the power we had, the jump would have taken four times as much to engage." Florence let out a frustrated whistle. Parnid was an ace, and he had saved his life more times than he had stripes on his body, so if he had ordered that, then that was what needed to be done. "Okay engineering, I'll get you more fuel. Stand by." Comms closed and Florence rose his head to look at the screens flooded with black around him. There were countless stars, each with a myriad of worlds and asteroids locked in their gravitational pulls, they had to be able to get fuel from one of those. They just needed the raw materials, the ship was equipped with all the equipment necessary to turn any element heavier than Silver into suitable fuel for the vessel. "Parnid, give me a directional scan, we're looking for an asteroid system or a world with enough heavy elements to resupply our stores and refuel the ship." A blue pulse flooded the screens, few of the stars he could see were marked and information about them displayed. "There." Florence pointed with his dark blunt index claw. Second monitor on the left, blue star." The screen focused on the star and zoomed into it, three planets orbited it. Two barren worlds and what seemed to be an ocean world. Blue with patches of yellow, black and green. The black spots indicated volcanic activity. "What's the name of that planet?" The screen displayed known information about it, which was basically none, except for an approximate density and it's label: Tango-Omega 87-TRW32543 "Omega 87." Muttered the captain. "Do we have enough fuel to jump into orbit?" The screen flashed green with letters that read IN JUMP RANGE. ESTIMATED FUEL REMAINING AFTER JUMP... 0.01% The captain nodded. That meant they only had one shot, either they acquired fuel from that planet, or they would be drifting in its orbit until starvation or madness took them. "Good. Jump and deploy the scanning probes. You know what we're looking for." The outside cameras went offline, darkening the displays, and after a few seconds the room was once again flooded with a flash of blinding blue light, the features of the chamber seemed to spring and meld away briefly. As the light faded they found themselves again in the tranquil command room. When the cameras wuent back online, the monitors showed them the massive water world below them. From this distance they could see the surface much more clearly, there were indeed traces of volcanic activity and the clouds swirled and drifted covering patches of the surface. But they could see something else... The probes were launched and immediately a yellow warning came on screen. It read: "LIFE FORMS DETECTED. INITIALIZING INTELLIGENCE PROFILING..." Florence sighed. Hopefully they would be savage primitives who wouldn't interfere wi... The screen flashed again, interrupting Florence's thoughts. "INTELLIGENCE PROFILING COMPLETE. EARLY ANALYSIS SUGGESTS INTRA-SYSTEM SPACE TRAVEL. NO SUBSPACE INTERACTION DETECTED." The Captain let out a curse under his breath. "How is the fuel analysis coming?" Before he got an answer, the display in front of him flashed. The planet's inhabitants seemed to be hailing them. He answered the call, it was a simple sound communication. At first, a blur of unintelligible sounds came, but after the computer had enough time and data, it started translating automatically. "This is King Cerill of the Holy Cetarean Kingdom. Space vessel, we demand that you identify yourselves or hostile action will be taken against you." "This is..." While Captain Florence spoke, a second communication came in. "This is captain Florence." He continued, while opening the second communication channel. This one included video, so he displayed it on the center screen. "We've come in peace, we simply require fuel to continue our journey. If you grant us permission to land, we'll be gone before a solar cycle." On the main screen, an anthropomorphic creature appeared, it's skin an alternating black and white color, free of any fur or scales, it's face and details hidden under the atmospheric interference. "This is Duchess Elora, of the Cetarean Nations. You have entered a civilized planet's sidereal territory, you are required to leave immediately." Capitan Florence shook his head in confusion and spoke to both channels at the same time. "Dear leaders of this world, we have come in peace. We simply require fuel to go on our way." "I am the representative of this world!" Came both channels at the same time. "Duchess Elora is a traitor to the crown and a disgrace to our people!" Yelled King Cerill. "This one is a tyrant!" Came the duchess. "His claim a lie built on the blood and lives of millions of our people. Do not listen to this savage." Captain Florence pinched the bridge of his snout. Parnid swinged his tail in amusement and let out a soft chuckle. Florence muted the comms channels. "Parnid, give me a detailed lifeform scan, and a belligerent potential report. Maybe we can sneak in." A secondary screen lit up with the many phenotypes of the inhabitants of the water world, while another screen lit up with red text. A sloshing sound and a slight grunt of pleasure accompanied the movement of the slithering silver tube into the insides of the pilot. "RADIO AND ELECTROMAGNETIC SENSORS... CONFIRMED." "GROUND & AIR COMBAT CAPABILITY... CONFIRMED." "TRACES OF NUCLEAR DETONATIONS... CONFIRMED." Those were bad signs. The planet seemed to be advanced enough that a discreet approach to resource harvesting would be nigh-impossible. Furthermore, the natives were evidently dangerous. The lifeform scan also lit up with a yellow tint: "BINARY SEX CHARACTERISTICS... CONFIRMED." "PHENOTYPES COMPATIBLE WITH THE GREAT UNIFICATION... CONFIRMED." "PROBABILITY OF SUCCESSFUL UNIFICATION... 92.3%" Florence rubbed the scales of his chin. "What do you think Parnid?" The pilot's tail swung rapidly from left to right and then bore down it's weight on the floor of the command room, producing a boom so loud that it startled captain Florence. He smiled. "My thoughts exactly, my friend. We'll do well to relieve these savages form the violent nature and from the things that set them apart. Fuel for our ship, seems like a fitting payment for such an effort." He unmuted the communication channels. The leaders were still bickering over their petty politics. "Ehem. Leaders of this world." Silenced them Captain Florence. "I am pleased to announce that the Empire of a Thousand Stars has selected your world to join us, in our peaceful unification." "What are you talking about, alien?" Barked the monochrome duchess. "The Cetarean Kingdom accepts your proposal." Came the other leader. "This pretender is not entitled to speak for our people!" Protested the Duchess. "Please. Please." Tried Florence to intervene. "There is no need for you to do anything at the moment, incorporation will begin soon." He looked at Parnid and gave him a nod. A third screen changed to show: "ATMOSPHERIC PROJECTIONS... COMPLETED. RELEASING PHEROMONE DELIVERY PODS." "You no longer need to bicker." Continued the captain. "We can see your world is ravaged by war and hatred. A war born from your differences. Differences that mark you from the day you are born." The two leaders went silent. "We will deliver you from these differences, we will make you participants of the Great Unification that blessed our people more than four thousand years ago." "You are attacking us!?" Yelled the King. "No, what we have released are not weapons, they are facilitators. They will make the unification process much more efficient. The only thing we ask in exchange is the fuel we need, but no need to worry, after the process is done, I am sure you will have a much easier time electing a leader with whom we'll be able to properly and SAFELY discuss the matter of fuel collection." "You are a mad man. We will destroy you!" Yelled the King. "I am no man, sir." Corrected the captain. "But it's an understandable confusion. To show you the benefits of unification, you two shall be the first to take part in it." Florence opened intra-ship communications. "Security, prepare the teleportation room for arrival, we are receiving guests." "Roger." Came back the troops. "Parnid." Continued Florence. "Trace the source of these transmissions and teleport any sentient lifeforms you find onto the ship." The captain closed all communication channels and Stood up, taking a second to stretch his arms and sail. "Keep an eye out in the indoctrination room Parnid, maybe you'll see something you like. Feel free to come down when you're done." The silver tube attached to Parnid's genitals slithered further inside, producing a slight sloshing sound. The pilot chuckled, as the captain left the room and headed to the lower deck. When he got to the lower deck, he was greeted by a security squadron wearing the ship's blue uniform. He greeted each with a handshake and made his way to the teleportation chamber, which had been locked with nearly eight people inside, among which was the Duchess. They were yelling inside the room and even in their situation, they still separated in sides. The captain shook his head. He tapped the communication device in his hear. "Parnid, flood the room with pheromones please." He looked to a side while the valves of the teleportation room whistled as they released a pink and sweet-smelling gas. The captain looked to a side. "Amalia, be a dear and strip me of my clothing." He was addressing one of the few females on the ship, all of which were part of his harem. She nodded as she moved closer and started unbuttoning the captain's shirt and pants. After a few seconds he was completely naked, the female couldn't stop staring at the thick twin-headed instrument that only slightly protruded from between his legs, over the moist slit of his female genitals. A small screen next to the door blinked green: "PHEROMONE RELEASE COMPLETE." When the captain looked into the room again, he found a somewhat different scene. The two bands were still separated, but now it's members were closer, much closer. They caressed and kissed each other, only the King remained still. Even the Duchess found herself between the arms of one of her escorts. Florence opened the door and stepped into the room. There he could more clearly see his guests. The duchess was tall, perhaps a head taller than him. Her head was almost perfectly circular, with a small hole on top of it. Her snout was somewhat elongated, with small cone-shaped teeth lining it. She was clearly athletic and her skin intercalated patches of black and white it wasn't covered by clothing. The king's skin, on the other hand, was almost perfectly gray. His head, while somewhat similar to the Duchess' was a bit more angular and his teeth were much more menacing. He was thin and shorter than the duchess and his tail swinging behind him anxiously. The Captain couldn't help but notice the bulging in his pants. "See?" Continued Florence. "As the pheromones begin to take effect, there is no need to violence anymore. Soon you will all be unified." The guests muttered something in their own language. "I'm afraid there is no automatic translation here. But that's the beauty of it, we don't need it. We can let our bodies talk for us. We don't need to share our culture, our language or even our way of thinking. We only need to share and revel in our carnal desires." He finished, with arms open. Almost as soon as he finished talking, one of the females from the Duchess' group, similar in physiology to her, but of gray skin, and one of the males from the King's band, more similar to the Duchess than to the King in appearance, rushed to him. The male kneeled before him and began to delicately stroke his now erect twin penis heads, while the female rushed to kiss his snout and caress his chest. "Hey Parnid. I'm gonna need some help here." Called the Captain before sinking his lips into the female's. The swirling pink gushes that had flooded the room, had left a thin veil of mist on the floor. The chamber was warm and comfortable, and before long, the rest of the guests were instinctively removing their clothing. Captain Florence delicately pushed the female kissing his lips downwards, prompting her to join the male in taking care of his bifurcated penis. As she kneeled, the man greeted her with a deep passionate kiss. Seeing their tongues mingle and drip as the went at each other, only helped further harden Florence's penis and moist his vagina, which now glittered with wetness. When the two aquatic guests separated, she began sucking on the other end of Florence's dick, while the man kneeled even lower to caress his wet outer lips. The female was better as sucking. She alternated between the tips, sucking ardently at one while using her fingers joined into a ring to stroke the other one and with her free hand she cupped the underside of his testicles. Meanwhile the man had started to introduce a single finger into Florence's pussy. A third female came closer to Florence. She had black and white skin, similarly to the Duchess, but she was shorter and her body thinner. Her snout was longer and she breathed heavily in excitement. She had already removed most of her clothes. Florence took her by the hand and guided her to kneel behind him. She didn't need much more explanation than that. As she began to brush aside Florence's tail to tend to his rear. The door opened once more and Parnid stepped in. He seemed to glisten under the dimmed lights of the room. Parnid was athletic, tall and his well defined factions made him attractive to even the most reserved of the crew members. Even Florence himself had felt attraction towards him at some point, and even now the sight of his well defined factions and his imposing presence made him feel a rush of blood running to his sail. The pilot was ready for business. He greeted Florence with a nod of his head and pointed at one of the females. She had silver-gray skin and a long snout of conic teeth to match. If she had still had been wearing any underwear, it would have hit the floor harder than Parnid's tail. The female in question, ran to the pilot, leaving a male behind, who stepped up and proceeded to follow her. The pilot used the might of his tale to clear one of the nearby tables from all clutter with a single swing. He lifted the female and placed her on top of the cleared table. She spread her legs and Parnid entered her with a single thrust. She let out a scream of pleasure. The male that had been left behind in favor of the pilot at first tried to kiss and caress the female being penetrated by Parnid, but he pushed him behind him and leaned forward, granting the dark-gray male access to the female organs from behind. The male rushed to put his dick into Parnid and they together began rocking back and forth, letting out grunts and groans of pleasure with every thrust. Only a few seconds after they started, the male cummed with a deep thrust into Parnid's vagina. The warmth was pleasurable to him, but it had been way too quick. He pushed him back with his tail, which send the male tumbling, and almost immediately, a second, better endowed male came to replace him, caring little for the fact that Parnid's innards were already filled with the semen of another. Again he began thrusting into Parnid, while the pilot pleasured himself with the body of the female, whose face clued into the fact that the pleasure she was experiencing had her zoned out of reality. When the pilot looked up at Florence, he found the Captain having his way with as many guests as he could: He had a male in all fours in front of him, while a female below alternated between tending to the male's penis and whichever of Florence's tips wasn't sinde the male. Behind him, the kneeling female was tending to his rear and caressing his sail, while bouncing on top of a male laying down. Every one of the guests was directly or indirectly engaged in pleasuring them, and without their clothes, it was hard to tell which of the guests was which. Florence ordered one of the females to come closer with a gesture of his hand. He directed her into all fours, tail-to-tail to the male he was already penetrating. He moved them slightly as to leave them ass to ass, and pushed to start rocking back and forth, each taking the tip of his dick as deep as they could before bouncing back and returning for another trust. The captain let out a deep growl upon feeling the pressure of having one tip inside an anus and another inside a tight vagina. While being pleasured from behind by a long-snouted female. He could feel he was reaching his limit, and began moving faster, his penis engorging with every passing minute. He rose his hands to play with his own nipples while his dick continued to slide in and out of the two guests below him. The female behind him moaned as the male she was riding released his load inside of her, which prompted her to increase her attack on his anus, introducing her tongue as deep as it would go, as if trying to massage his prostate, while she moved her fingers between Florence's thighs and began fingering his female organ which was dripping thin strands of viscous fluid. When the female that was rimming and fingering him began to struck his balls, he was pushed over the limit. With a roar that shook the ship, a wave of pleasure flooded his body from the tip of his dick and the inside of his vagina. It extended to every corner of his being as thick gushes of white semen shoot from every end of his penis. Flooding the male's innards and the female's womb with his seed. The moaned in pleasure and a splash of wetness from Florence's pussiy sloshed against the floor as he came. He was breathing heavily and was evidently tired. He retracted his dick from the male and female, and turned them around while signaling them to clean him up, which they obliged without hesitation. Meanwhile Parnid was also reaching close to his limit. He had now three females on top of the table, two were kissing and caressing each other while he was fucked from behind and he alternated introducing his dick into each of the female's pussies each time. While the third had her legs spread for Parnid to have full access to devour her labia as he pleased. When the male behind him started to increase the rhythm of his thrusting, so did Parnid, hearing the captain's roar of pleasure only made him even more eager to feel his own orgasm. He pushed harder, deeper, faster. Again and again he pounded his massive body against the delicate female he was ravishing. When he felt the warm strings of fluid filling his vegina as the male behind him cummed, that was the last drop he needed to push himself over the limit. He increased the speed of his thrusting even faster, letting himself swim in the pleasure and warmth that the females were providing him, and as the pleasure reached to it's highest point, he retreated and finished himself with one last glorious strike. A thick shower of fluid spurted from the tip of his dick and covered the three females on top of the table in the musky scent of his sperm. The females scrambled to their knees to clean him up. When he looked at the captain, he found him in a similar position and nodded in acknowledgement. And they both tried their best to catch their breath while the guests serviced them. Florence gave the order for the rest of the crew to walk in and clean up the mess. They covered the few guests that were done with thick blankets and carried them to special cells where the unification process would continue. The pheromones they had been breathing all along, also carried within them nanomachines designed for gene therapy. The strain and hormone release of sex, prompted the nanomachines to re-write the genetic code of those affected to eliminate an traces of sexual dimorphism in the species. That was what "Unification" really meant. These guests were the first, but the process was already underway in the planet below. They had fired the pods earlier. Those females inside which either the captain or the pilot had released their seed, wouldn't have the same fate, however. Their sperm acted as a chemical marker for females. Those that had been cummed inside, would not be turned into hermaphrodites like the rest. They would remain as females and join the ship's harem. They would live like princesses, with every single one of their needs covered and pampered. In exchange they would learn to pleasure the members of the crew, and their skill and rank would be directly related to their skill at pleasure. This was "Unification", the mission of ISS Raptor. They had already converted a hundred worlds, and they would convert a hundred more, all in the name of peace, love and the great Empire of Unified Planets. Once they were done, there would be no more wars, no more hate, no more fear, no more differences, only one nation to unite all people. And "Unification" was the way forward to that dream. \\Don't forget to watch and fave! 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Legacy Chapter Twenty Seven by twilightiger	#27 of Legacy Legacy is a psychological science fiction thriller set against a backdrop of Neo-noir corporate futurism and transhuman ethics with a healthy dose of existential nihilism thrown into the mix. While defying genre and breaking the boundries of convention Legacy contains many of the more,	[ "Anthropomorphic", "Crime Drama", "Female", "Multiple Species", "Panther", "Psychological", "Science Fiction", "Thriller", "Tiger", "biopunk" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1149367-legacy-chapter-twenty-seven	Adulthood as defined by our society can be loosely categorized into two different types: Social adulthood, which simply requires that an individual reach the age of majority, and Biological adulthood, which is attained when one becomes able to sexually reproduce. Unfortunately, neither of these two standards can be applied to chimeras as easily as they are to humans. This is because all first, second, and third generation chimeras are products of both social and biological programming. In essence, they have been engineered to reach both physical and mental maturity at a rate that far outstrips that of their human counterparts. This of course presents a problem for all future generation chimeras, as without a viable system of support to facilitate proper emotional development, they may find themselves at the mercy of the standards used to measure maturity in humans, and if unable to cope with the social pressures created when forced to conform to that standard, develop a higher risk of manifesting both physically and mentally unstable personalties in their later years. Addendum. Further observations of this unique social phenomena when applied to Genetic Anomaly Four-Five-Two indicates that the possibility of a third form of adulthood actually exists: A cultural one, that reflects both the values and the ideals inherent in the cultures into which chimeras are first integrated. B.O.D. Report # TDM Chapter Twenty Seven : Confessions of a companion and confidante. A fearsome exterior that serves to hide a fragile heart. Thought Midnight as she wrapped her arms around Kato. Drawing him in close she began to purr as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Here is someone who has been beaten and abused, and yet still he struggles to go on. How many others can lay claim to that kind of strength? "Midnight I . . ." "It's alright Kato," Whatever else he had been about to say was lost as she rested her head against his chest. "Whenever you're hurt or in pain, tears can be healing." Seeing it as an invitation to reciprocate, Kato hesitated for only a moment before he too wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you." Feeling the tension in his shoulders flow out of him, Midnight smiled. There was now a quiet strength in his embrace, a subtle difference that spoke volumes about the true nature of his character. Here is someone who would sooner die then violate a woman. Who would fight to protect everything within his reach, so long as he could lay claim to it as his own. Midnight purred. A true tiger in every sense of the word. Reaching out to brush aside a single strand of soft silver hair, she suddenly found herself staring into eyes the color of pale ice, and seeing herself reflected there, felt something all too primal stir to life inside her. Suddenly, she wanted to be the one to mark him with her scent, to make it clear to all other's that she belonged to him, and he to her. It was an instinct as old as the world itself, and undeniably powerful. Responding unconsciously to a thousand subtle signals, Kato rose to his full height. With the water matting down his fur, and the way his muscles were moving just beneath the surface of his skin, it was even easier for her to see the contours of his body, the shape and definition that served to compliment his form. Feral, predatory, dangerous, Kato had all the carefully cultivated qualities of a wild beast that had been kept in a cage for far too long. Though those qualities marked him the most whenever his anger rose to the surface, underneath the calm aura he had sought to project, was the kind of cruel perfection that only occurred through careful selective breeding, or random genetic chance. Radiating sheer animal presence, while staring at her with a barely suppressed hunger, a need that was in every way a twin to her own, it seemed as if an eternity passed between them before Kato even seemed able to recognize her at all. It was something Midnight had seen often enough to know it in an instant. What woman wouldn't? Especially when working a profession as old as time. The other had been watching her through his eyes. Made up of the instincts they all struggled with, the hidden desires they all felt. The other was a powerful driving force, and an impossible one to erase. Because it was connected to the side of their psyches that responded to impulse, Midnight knew that being a chimera meant more than just looking like a animal on the outside, it meant learning to act like one on the inside. And sometimes, pretending to be human was all they were able to do. "I'm sorry," Kato said at last. "Its just, I'm finding it hard to understand. How can anyone do what you do? How can anyone risk giving themselves to so many? There's already so much pain, so much suffering in this world of ours, that I hate myself for knowing, that no matter how hard I try, there will always be someone that I can't protect." "Someone important to you was used as a prostitute, and not by choice weren't they?" Kato could only nod as he began to feel the weight of memories long buried pressing in around him. "My mother Sasha . . . she used to be a companion. She used to tell me, that all she had ever wanted in life was to be a dancer, so that she could make people happy." Sighing as he remembered the way she had used to move, some of his fondest memories were of the times when she had reenacted the grand performances of her life, while telling him in great detail about all the people she had met and the things that she had seen. "You might even have heard of her, Sasha Destrov?" Midnight shook her head no. "Well, either way she was amazing to watch. She used to show me things that I would never have thought were possible. She even managed to teach some of them to me. When she could get me to sit still long enough to pay attention anyway." Kato sighed. "But then the handlers . . . they would come and take her away sometimes, and whenever she came back; all she could do was cry." She never told me what it was they were forcing her to do, He thought to himself. But I knew, all along I knew. Forced to serve as a breeder, unable to find a mate who loved her, it had been easier for everyone involved to just live as if it had never happened. Easier, but not better. "Love shouldn't be like that." Said Kato with all the innocence of a child. "Love should never cause anyone so much pain." Kato . . . Making up her mind then and there, Midnight started to purr as she began to run her tongue along the underside of his jaw. Unsure of what to do or even how to respond, Kato simply held himself motionless. Enduring Midnight's attentions in stoic silence, he struggled with his desire to shy away from being touched; to see it as the invitation to claim what his heart told him he wanted. Or worse, what his mind was telling him was being offered. No, Said a voice as soft as a sibilant hiss. This is all wrong. She's offering herself to me. To me. As if a great white tiger were pacing endlessly inside a cage made of glass, the part of himself that was anything but human started to let itself be heard. And all I have to do is overwhelm her with strength. I did it once before. In the darkest reaches of his heart, Kato started to see himself for what he truly was. And this time, she won't even consider trying to resist. A beast. Fuck you. Sending the thought off like a shot from a gun Kato wrested control away from the other half of himself. I never want to feel that kind of pain again, I never . . . "Your afraid aren't you." Said Midnight. Watching him wrestle with his inner demons she was beginning to understand. "Your afraid that if you allow yourself to love someone, that you'll only end up causing them the same kind of pain you feel now." When he closed his eyes and refused to look at her, Midnight took his silence for assent. "Kato, even if you can't protect everyone, sometimes, its enough just to be able to hold out your hand, and offer comfort to those who have been hurt." Is that how Midnight sees me, as some kind of wounded animal? Without ever needing to hear his feelings spoken aloud, Kato knew them to be true. Refusing to trust people simply because I've been hurt, lashing out at them because I'm afraid of being hurt . . . that's no way to live my life. Kato suddenly heard Phoenix's words echo inside his mind. "You don't have what it takes to go Cyberside." And she was right too. Because if I'm so afraid of putting my trust in a stranger, my life in someone else's hands, that I push everyone else away. Then there's no way that I'll be able to go Cyberside. The way that I am now, I would have died before I even began. Kato looked at Midnight. Despite the fact she had been sent by Zane to test him, to illicit information from him, she was reaching out to him, him, despite the darkness she had seen inside his soul. Here is someone to whom I have revealed my darkest secrets, he thought to himself. And who did not turn away. Here is someone with whom I can begin. Taking hold of the hand that was being offered to him, Kato said. "Sacrificing oneself for others, the willingness to defend others and the desire to protect others, no matter what the reasons, those can all be considered good things. But even more important, is the ability to care for others. For compassion carries within it its own strength and those who are able to heal another's heart, are the one's who are truly strong." "The mantle of a hero. A quote taken directly from Legends of the Twilight Kingdom." Surprised to find someone else who could quote it Kato said. "You've read it?" "Mmhmm." Drawing him in close Midnight said. "I particularly like how the author uses his characters to address the issues surrounding the differences existing between the races. Humans, elves, even werewolves, because they were all forced to face the darker parts of themselves, in the end, they were able to become stronger because of it." Wisdom, beauty, intelligence. Whispered the part of his mind that was all animal. What more could I ask for in a mate? A mate yes. A lover maybe. But someone I could spend the rest of my days with? Kato's thoughts turned to Lady; and from somewhere deep inside himself, he felt a distinct sense of approval. Still . . . is it wrong of me to desire both of them? To want to share a part of myself with both of them? And which side of me thinks that that thought is wrong? "How strange it must seem to you." Said Kato. "That here I am, sitting next to one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen, and I find that I have more in common with a character in a story, then with the people in my own life." "Not as strange as you might think." Said Midnight. "For myself, I have always felt that, even if we aren't human, that even if we do live in a world that has been built specifically to accommodate the needs of humans, we must still learn to co-exist. Both with humans, and with ourselves. Because in time, when we live in the world that will be built by both humans and chimeras, if we don't learn how to understand one another now, then we may never be able to live together." A world where humans and chimeras can live together. How many generations would it take for us to forget the pain that they have inflicted upon us and begin to move forwards hand in hand? Watching as the ripples created by Midnight's tail flicking back and drifted across the surface of the water, Kato said. "I think I'd like to see it, the kind of world that we could create together I mean." "We'd need someone strong," Said Midnight idly. "Someone who wasn't willing to let a little thing like past prejudices keep them from creating a bridge between our two races." "Someone willing to put aside prejudice." Said Kato. "How ironic. My sensei once said something similar to me." Talking to Midnight, Kato began to feel as if he were slowly coming closer to grasping the truth, and yet in spite of everything he had recently realized, he still felt as if he were missing the last essential piece. It was something vital, something that would make the picture complete. "I guess you could say, that because of the need for someone who can create a bridge between our two races, the existence of someone like me really is a necessary evil." Reaching out to stroke him behind the ears, something about what he had just said made Midnight hesitate. Zane once told me that the science that went into creating chimeras wasn't perfect, that despite the companies continued efforts to correct the process, anomalies can continue to occur. Frowning as she studied the structure of Kato's face she thought. For two people to have come from two completely different worlds, and yet still reach the same conclusion. Is it really just a coincidence? Or is there something more? Something even I don't know about? "Midnight," Said Kato, interrupting her train of thought. "What are you thinking about?" "Oh, nothing in particular. I just found myself wondering if your father was a member of the companion class as well." It wasn't quite a lie, but there was still enough of the truth in it to make it seem plausible. "They're often chosen based on looks. And its not unusual for them to be selected as breeders too." "I wouldn't know." Said Kato. "I don't know anything about my father. In fact, I've never even met him. And even if I did, then I'm sure he would be just as surprised to meet me." Midnight could only blink as the full weight of what Kato had just revealed dawned on her on its entirety. "Do you really mean to tell me . . . that no one has ever taught you how to understand your own instincts!" "No." Said Kato. Surprised by the sudden vehemence in her voice he added. "Why? Was somebody supposed to?" "Yes! Mother's teach their daughters, father's teach their sons. Even if it is only briefly, contact with our parents is essential. How else are we supposed to learn to understand the things that we feel, to control the things about our selves that no human can ever hope to comprehend?" Seeing anew the child who had been robbed of his birthright, Midnight felt a need to reach out to Kato, to help him understand who and what he was supposed to be. After all, wasn't that was the true duty of all companions, to help those who were lost find their way? "Kato, as chimeras, we have wants, needs and desires that humans don't. They didn't intend to give us instincts, but still, they are an essential part of who we are. You've felt them before haven't you?" Kato nodded. "Whenever I see a woman that I find attractive, my heart starts racing like crazy, and all I can find myself thinking about are ways to impress her. And then there are times when I've wanted to rub the pads on my hands on everything, so that I could mark it with my scent. But I . . . I always thought that that was something we had to figure out for ourselves. That our instincts were something we had to suppress." Struggling to put what he was feeling into words, Kato said. "At least, that's what I've been trying to do." With a weary sigh he added. "Though there are times I admit, when it hasn't exactly worked." "You mean, all this time . . . I've been speaking to you in a language that no one has ever taught you how to understand?" Saying it more for herself then for Kato, Midnight began to understand where so much of his reluctance to respond to her was coming from. "I, I guess so." He said. "I mean, I thought you were doing all those things to, you know, entice me. I mean, I appreciate them all and . . ." Seeing the look of confused innocence on his face, Midnight began to feel more than a little foolish herself. "Very well then. In exchange for not rejecting me outright. I'll share with you a secret." And I'll even put it into terms that you can understand. "You asked me earlier how it is that I can do what I do. Well, for me, the reason is simple. I like sex." Watching Kato beginning to blush beneath his fur at the mere mention of the word sex, Midnight whispered into his ear. "The act, the sensation, the feelings that can only grow stronger as our bodies draw closer." Wrapping her arms around his neck she held him so that, even if he tried he wouldn't be able to get away. "And once I accepted that, I learned that some men, they simply find it easier to go looking for sexual release from a prostitute than from from the ones that they love. Men like that, they want the one's that they love to know that they're more to them than just a source of cheap sex. And then of course, there are those like me. The women who may never be content to be loved by just any man, yet still crave physical intimacy." Kissing Kato before he had a chance to resist, she wrapped her entire body around his and dragged him beneath the surface of the water. Her tongue tastes like catnip and cream. Thought Kato. And her hand . . . Stroking the area at the base of his tail, Midnight was turning what should have been for Kato a simple kiss into something infinitely more intimate. I wonder . . . is this what love feels like? As the first one to break through the surface of the water, Midnight licked her lips and said. "Such a serious expression you have on your face. Did something I do upset you?" "No." Struggling to catch his breath, Kato forced out a weak laugh. "Its just that, being near you makes me feel like I'm a fool. Am I really that naïve?" "Not naïve, just, a little inexperienced." Running her fingers through Kato's fur Midnight said. "Kato, your still young, and despite the hardships that you've faced, you've only just begun to realize that the world around you is a much larger place than you first thought it would be. "Now, standing on the verge of adulthood, you've begun to leave your childhood behind knowing only that the carefree days of innocence are coming to an end, and that a lifetime of responsibility lays ahead of you. And just like everyone else, you've desperately started asking yourself, if I'm supposed to be an adult, then what the hell do I do now?" Kato chuckled. "It does kind of seem like that, doesn't it?" "If it helps, then think of it like this. An adult is someone who laughs and has fun for the sake of making others envious of being grown. That way, the children around them learn that life exists to fulfill all desires." "That sounds an awful lot like stumbling around in the dark while wondering what to do to me." "Well," Said Midnight, "Even if all you do is end up stumbling around in the dark, then I suggest you just keep on searching, and maybe someday, you'll find your own answer." My own answer? Despite the different opinions afforded to him by the unique circumstances of his birth, Kato felt a strange longing to understand everything about himself, if only to see where he fit into the world. After all, if Morishita was the one who taught me how to be human, then maybe Midnight can teach me how to be something more. "If I just wanted to talk, or even play a game of Go . . ." Touching a different stripe for each word, she said. "We could do that too." Kato could tell from the tone of her voice that she would only consent to talking so long as they did other things first. Stepping out of the bath Midnight picked up a towel and said. "Kato, would you like me to teach you how to make love to a woman properly, or would you prefer to just spend the night fumbling around in the dark?" Watching as Midnight dried herself off, Kato sank deeper into the water, hoping it would help to hide his growing embarrassment. "I don't know. Fumbling around in the dark, kind of sounds like it could be fun too." Midnight noticed anyway and didn't care. "Making love to someone is just like any other skill. It must be practiced to be mastered." Flicking her tail invitingly she said. "And what better way to express your love for someone, than learning to do it well?"
Second Chances - Chapter 1 by Otter Miqmah	#1 of Second Chances A fox meets a deer on the first day of 9th grade, and a friendship quickly forms. But friendships can easily become something more. - Hey everyone, I decided to go back to my roots and read some of the stories that made me originally want to start writing again. I wanted to get	[ "Buck", "Coming Out", "Deer", "Drama", "Fox", "Gay", "Gay Relationships", "Highschool", "M/M", "Story Series", "Teen", "friends" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1153153-second-chances-chapter-1	Hey everyone, I decided to go back to my roots and read some of the stories that made me originally want to start writing again. I wanted to get the emotions and feelings I felt from the writing I was doing 8 years ago, but with the wisdom and skill I've picked up since. I think I have found something that I can take and make my new story that you'll love! So, wander with me as I take this journey. Thanks for reading! --- Life has a way of changing on you when you least expect it. You really never know what will happen. You can be eating breakfast one day, and get a phone call that your parents died in a freak motorcycle crash. Or, you could be in the middle of a giant rave, and meet your old baby sitter, sucking on a pacifier. Nothing is ever predictable, but at least it keeps us on our toes for the next big surprise. The year I turned 15, a lot of weird things were happening. Lots of little things. Little changes. But they all seemed so big at the time. Everything seems so big when you're 15, including yourself. I had shot up about four inches over the summer. Which was nice, because I was the shortest person in my grade. Try being a 14 year old fox that is shorter than a mouse. Other things had grown too... which was also rather nice. It was a busy summer, all alone in my room, if you know what I mean. Who needed friends when your mom kept an unhealthily large supply of lotion in the house? Yes, 15 was a strange year. Hormones, high school, girls... guys. Yeah, that was something that happened to. But, before I get too far ahead of myself, I should start from the beginning.... "Here is the seating chart," the teacher announced, slapping a transparency on a projector that had seen better days. "I know you want to sit with your friends, but this will help me learn your names for the first few weeks, and then you can sit where you'd like." I scanned the list of names written in purple marker, finally finding 'Jude Fennet' in the back corner. I picked up my stuff and joined the migrating masses. As we all sat down in our cold, hard seats, the teacher began passing out papers on the course. "Now that we have that, welcome to Milton High School. My name is Mr. Duffek, and this is World History. I'm passing around a syllabus that will go over...." Mr. Duffek continued on, but I was distracted by the sound of a clicking pen next to me. I looked over at the deer, eyeing the packet of paper that was just handed to him, his thumb rapidly pounding away on the pen held prisoner in his grip. We don't get a lot of deer where we are; they tend to be more up north. It was kind of interesting to watch him. His antlers were kinda skinny, and only had one little point growing off. I remember my dad saying that they grow new ones every year. He was kinda good looking in that awkward teenager kind of way. Or at least the side of him I could see. He must have felt me staring because he looked up. "Oh, sorry," he said, putting the pen down. "Just kinda nervous." I smiled, he smiled, and we both went back to focusing on the teacher. He was pretty good looking from the front too. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone. Not back then, anyway. Eventually the bell rang, and we all packed up and left. The deer, whose name I learned was Darrick, gave me a friendly nod before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and taking off. I guess that meant we were friends. I had that class every other day. I'm not sure if it was our chemistry, or just pure desperation, but we ended up being each other's go-to for partners and group work in the class. We even stayed in our same desks long after the teacher let us pick our own. As fall wore on, and the leaves started piling up, I found myself hanging out with Darrick a lot. Mostly after school at my place. He basically became an adopted kid to my parents. He didn't live too far away from me, so it was easy for him to walk home before it got dark. Occasionally, especially on Fridays, he'd just stay over, and we'd have pizza and a movie. It was pretty standard procedure by winter, which was good, because by the next semester, we didn't have any classes together, and it was really the only time we got to hang out. By that point, Darrick had turned 16 and gotten his license and a car, which was nice because we didn't need to take the bus, and Darrick didn't have to walk home anymore. It was also nice, because it meant that he would hang out at my place every day. "Do you ever wonder what would happen to us if we weren't friends?" Darrick said, tossing a stress ball above his head as he lay on my bed. His antlers had shed a while back, so he just had smooth little bumps left over, which I naturally teased him about and was usually followed by a threat from him about being able to shove his antlers us my ass now, which would then start a chain reaction of terrible jokes only teenage boys could come up with. "No... I guess not. Why?" I asked, pulling my attention away from my computer. "I dunno. Just, I never really had a friend like you before. You know, someone I hang out with so much. You know?" I looked at the deer, who had tiled his head to look back at me. "Yeah. I mean, I guess. You're kinda the only person I do that with too. Beats sitting alone in my room jerking off." "Yeah, except that one night when-" "Shut up!" I said, throwing a stuffed otter from my desk at him. "I thought you were asleep!" "Yeah, and you didn't even bother to check too hard, did you?" he chuckled, tossing the otter back to me before mimicking me lying on my side rubbing an invisible dick. "Nah, bro, I'm bigger than that." Darrick exaggerated the movement, extending his arm as far as they could go. "How's that?" "Closer. But you'd need a third hand," I said, hoping up from my computer desk to mime the motion with him. "Yeah right," he said, pulling me down onto the bed next to him. "I know you've got a baby carrot down there. You'd be lucky to use a second finger on a good day." "Fits in your moms hand just fine!" We laughed until our breath was gone, and laid on the bed panting for a while. "Jude?" Darrick asked, looking over at me. "Yeah?" I asked, looking back at the deer. He had something troubling in his eyes. He turned his head back. "Nothing. Never mind." We stayed there in silence. You could hear the winter wind against the house. "Hey," I finally said. "Why don't we ever hang out at your place?" "Well, you know, my parents don't really like company, and it's a small house, and with my aunt in town for the month, and my sister-" "Ok," I said, chuckling. "Didn't mean to grill you, I was just asking. Want to spend the night? "I wasn't before?" He raised an eyebrow. "It's Friday." "Oh yeah. I don't know why I even bothered to ask. You practically live here anyway." "Jude?" "Yeah?" "Nothing." "Ok. Pizza?" "Yeah." The night stayed pretty typical from there. We ate pizza, watched whatever movie we could find in the pile of VHS tapes, and got ready for bed, late into the night. I kept thinking about the look he gave me. It was sort of haunting. I wanted to ask him what he had on his mind, but I couldn't figure out how to bring it up. So, I just avoided it and hoped he'd bring it up on his own. "Do you think it's kinda gay that we sleep in the same bed together?" Darrick asked, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of pajama pants. "Nah, we've got the sheet between us. Besides, it's not like we cuddle or anything, and its better than you sleeping on the floor." "Yeah, I guess you're right. But, lets still not tell anyone." "What are you so afraid of?" I laughed. "Am I not good enough to be your boyfriend?" I said, batting my eyelashes. "You'd be lucky to have a hot piece of ass like me. Might be better to start the rumor ourselves; get your social rank a little higher. I'm a real catch, you know," I teased. Darrick didn't look as amused. He had that disturbed look again. "Woah," I said. "Sorry man, I was just messing with you. Didn't know you were so serious about this. I can sleep on the floor." I started pulling a sheet off the bed and grabbed a pillow. "No." Darrick pulled the sheet back. "It's not that. It's... well. Ok, it's kinda that. It's really complex." "Wanna talk about it?" Darrick shook his head and looked away. We both sat there in awkward tension. "Sooooo....? Should I sleep on the floor?" Darrick shook his head again. "Ok. Well, I'm going to turn off the lights then..." I said, trying to get around the awkward elephant between us. I flipped off the light and got under my sheet. We both just laid there in silence, staring at the ceiling. The lights through the window shifted as a car drove by. "Jude?" "Yeah?" "I Love you." Darrick's voice cracked. "I love you too, man." "No, I mean... I'm in love with you." I heard Darrick's head turn to look at me. I didn't look back. There was a long pause. "Sorry." I could hear the crushed spirit in his voice. My head was swimming. I was frozen in my place. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight enough to even utter a word. How do you respond to your best friend saying that? The dark ceiling above me started spinning. The distance between us in the bed seemed like a mile away. I could hear him sniff as his eyes welled up. My stomach tied itself in a knot. I had to say something. "That's kinda gay." As the words passed my lips, my entire being filled with regret. Why did I say that of all things? Darrick turned away, his sniffling getting louder as he tried to choke back tears. I was still paralyzed. I wanted to run out of the room. I wanted to hug my crying friend. I wanted to die. But all I could do was watch that spinning ceiling getting closer and closer to my face. The cracked whimpers next to me were like razors on my skin. I needed to do something. I finally sat up. The knot in my stomach was making me feel sick. I looked over at the deer. His chest shivered with his barely controlled breathing. I reached out a paw and touched his arm. He tensed up. "Darrick...." I started, not knowing what to follow it up with. He just turned his head further into the pillow. "We gotta talk about this, man." I said, gripping his shoulder. "Just forget it," I heard, muffled between gasps for air. "That's not really how this works." "I want to die." I sighed, and pulled his shoulder to me. The fur around his eyes were dark with tears, and he avoided looking at me. "Don't die." He just shook his head, his face distorting as he tried not to cry again. I dug my arm under his back and gave him an uncomfortable hug. He strained his neck to pull his head away from me. "I love you to," I admitted softly. "Really?" Darrick whispered with a sniff. "Well, it would explain a lot. And like you said, I've never really had a friend like you before." "Yeah?" "Yeah." I could feel Darrick's body soften, and he rotated around to face me, wrapping his arms around me too. It felt right.