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Sophie and Jon Part 2 [Come together] by Linknspirit	#2 of Foxtaur stories Well here is part 2 guys :/ hope this one went a little better. Learn by doing they say though ^_^. So finally Sophie and Jon have met up and began there journey with each other, it is sure to be an interesting one ;) (i hope) - Sophie Part 2 I came to a fork in the road,	[ "Anthro", "Anthropomorphic", "Female", "Foxtaur", "Human", "Love", "Male", "Romance" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464399-sophie-and-jon-part-2-come-together	Sophie Part 2 I came to a fork in the road, one path left, one path towards the right. Pausing for a brief moment, I looked down the right passage. There, not to far up the road, I happen to see some vines, wandering down that path a ways, I stopped when I got closer. Suddenly I had a bad feeling, as I began backing up cautiously I realized I did not, for any reason, want to go down that path. These vines in the road, the smell of them, they smelt so familiar for some reason. Aha! thats it! these vines are called the death hoods. They are basically a combination of angel trumpets, and rosary peas. Somehow these poisoness plants had crossbred and formed a hybrid vine with bright purple flowers. They release a pollen that makes a person hallucinate, and they are deadly to touch (death can be instant). something unique happened when these to plants crossed, they also somehow became airborne. Their airborne toxin is less deadly but can still pose serious problems if left untreated to long. I turned away from them thankful that I did not get to close to them before realizing what they were, that could have turned out far worse, I told myself quietly. I returned to the fork in the road, looking down the left path I could see no vines or anything. So I started down the left path, all of a sudden I had a sence of urgency, like something, or someone, calling for me. I quickened my pace, looking up i realized it was mid afternoon right now and if i did not get a move on I would be stuck on a dark forest road for the night. I knew i should have packed a portable shelter, smacking myself for not seeing the unexpected. Wandering further down the path I started feeling the familier specks of rain starting to fall on my head, knowing this was the rainy season, I paused breifly, just long enough to dig out my umbrella from my rucksack, then I continued hoping that it wouldnt rain to bad, Little did I know then that this storm would be one that would change my life forever. Jon Part 2 Help! I screamed, wondering if anyone could even hear me over the loud sound of rushing water beneath me. Resorting to one hand, I held the rope firmly, letting my other hand rest for a bit. I had started getting exhausted about an hour ago, my screaming coupled with the fear of death, that was the only thing allowing me to stay awake this long. Great, this is just grrreat, I began to cry for the first time since that tragic day. For the first time in my life I decided I would think over my life, had I lived a fulfilled one? what could I have done differently? Thoughts of my Ex wife began flashing in my mind. If I had never met her, If I had just realized the problem she was, trying to convince myself that my life would have been infinetly better if I had never met the 'she devil'. These images of her were so vivid, I felt like if I had the energy I could reach out and touch her, not that I'd want to. Looking up into the sky, I was met by a drop of water. Great, just what I needed. Can this get any better, sighing heavly as the rain settled in and started picking up. Water above me and below me, I felt helpless, like a insect in a spiders web. Just then I thought I heard a rustling noise, and maybe some twigs snapping, bringing me back from the brink of wonderland once again. I summoned up what I figured to be most of what little energy I had left and shouted, Hey! is there someone there? anyone? can you hear me? please help me i seem to have fallen in the stream and i can't get out, could you please throw a rope or something? Silence. My hope slipping once more, I figured what the hell it comes down to all or nothing here. Summoning all my leftover strengh, I prepared for a final shout. Shush, be quiet and save your strength, came a voice. Not wanting to disobey, for fear of being left alone to my fate, I obediently remained quiet and just listened to someone rumaging around up top. Whoosh! Suddenly a rope came flying in my direction, it spun in the air and landed across the rope I was clinging on to. Look, I appreciate the gesture, there is just thing, I fear I do not have the strengh to hold on much longer, let alone climb another rope, I explained. The rope was pulled back quickly, and once again I heard more noises. The rope came flying back moments later tied into a harness type support. Slip it over your arms quickly! the voice explained. Quickly but carefully I did just that, slipping first one arm through the support, and fitting the rope snug under my arms. Slowly and steadily I began feeling a tug on the other end of the rope, I couldnt believe it, I was being brought to safety! I was going to live! The thoughts of life giving me strength, I placed my feet on the sides of the bank, and started helping the person on the other end, climbing as much as I could. Keep going your almost there, the voice said. Gasping as I threw an arm over the muddy bank edge, I began grasping, and pulling weeds, and anything else that gave me a grip on things. Strong arms helped hoist me on over, and rolled me onto my back. There I looked into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, part silver part blue, they were gorgous. Slowly I became aware of the other features of this 'person'. It was not a person at all I soon realized, but more like a fox with a human looking top half. Realizing that what I was staring at so rudely, was what is known as a foxtaur. I quickly turned away not wanting to stare, I had heard they were beautiful but this was a whole new part to that word, I had never seen anything so beautiful before, in my life. I realized I must have wandered near foxtaur territory without realizing it. Content that I was in fact safe, plus having such a beautiful vixen standing over me, I let my body go and drifted into uneasy resting state, my body tired from the thrashing it had been given. My final thoughts were, things would be ok, then I passed out. Sophie Part 3 After helping the human up over the edge of the bank, I watched him fasinated. Our people have told storys of humans before, but I had never personally seen one, not many people dare travel into foxtaur territory. He slowly slipped into a sleep, and I gave him a quick glance over. Dark brown eyes, well built, dark hair, and average height. Hey he was pretty handsome, for a human. Upon closer inspection, I noticed dark rings under his eyes. Must of wandered into a field of death hoods, muttering under my breath. I lay him down softly onto a pillow of grass clumped together, and went to fetch my rucksack. Let's see hear, water, food, blanket, Aha! here it is, bringing forth a small vial out of the bag I wandered back over to the sleeping human. Bending down I popped the cork on the tiny bottle, quickly swishing the liquid in my mouth, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, letting the liquid pass from my mouth unto his. It is potent stuff so I have to delute it with my saliva first. Satisfied as the dark rings under his eyes eased up and began to dissappear, good looks like I got it to him just in time. I giggled, Wonder what he would think if he had woke up during that, probably that I was trying to make a move on him or something, humans are silly that way. I began preparing for the storm that was quickly aproaching. Snapping branches, leaning them together in a tepee shape, gathering and throwing leaves over the holes in between the branches to cover them up, and bracing the bottom of the structure with rocks and packed mud, I made sort of a make shift tent. It is not pretty, but it will serve it's purpose, I annouced satisfied, quickly I went to fetch the human and drag him inside, out of the on-coming storm. Figuring he would be hungry, I made a small fire just outside the entrance of the tent, putting on a blend of herbs and vegetables from my bag into my pot I had brung, I managed to make a herbal soup that would give him some of his strength back. As I stirred the soup, silently I watched the sky and thought to myself, I wonder what is a human was doing this far out in the woods? Hearing a stirring noise I returned to the tent and saw he had opened his eyes finally, I hope you are hungry, I made soup. Yes, quite, he said in a raspy voice. Can I get some water please? Sure be right back, walking to my bag I dug in it till I found my water, and handed it over. Thanks, he said and took a swig. If you do not mind me asking, what is a human doing this far out in the woods? He laid back and sighed heavily. It is a long story, that one. Well you can tell me all about it over a bowl of soup, if you do not mind that is. Not at all, he said. I went to fetch some bowls from my bag and dip out the soup, as he began his story. It began with a woman, He explained. She was the one, I thought at least she was, her name was Jackie. The cruel reality is she used me to get what she wanted. We had a good start, just like every relationship we had bumps in the road, nothing to bad though. I\_ was a carpenter and made a decent wage, but alas no matter how much I made I was constantly in debt for some reason. So I began looking in to it, apparently she had been taking my money and buying things for herself, like purses and jewelry,\_ he took a breath and went on. It was January of 2007 when she told me she was pregnant. I thought things would get better for sure then, but of course you would be right if you think they did not. Once she had our baby girl she spent everything on her, money i did not have to be spent. Suffering from major debt, and my business going under, I panicked. I pleaded with her to stop spending so much, but she just laughed in my face and said she wanted to get a divorce. I was shocked! I had given everything to her, things i did not have to give even. Tired and defeated, I did not argue. Maybe it would be better if I did not have her to worry about. She took me to court in 2012 over our daughter know just turning 5. It was her having a job and a place, versus me, no job, and not able to pay bills. Needless to say she won custody of our little girl. But the worse part is what happened after all that, he paused and choked back some tears, then continued. After the custody hearing, out in the main part of the courthouse, I was to say good bye to my little girl. That is when my little girl came up and kicked me in the shin and spat at me, I looked at Jackie and saw her smug look, her look telling me I was nothing, telling me she had won, and that she had control over our daughter. The last thing that she had told me was, I better find a job to pay her child support She then grabbed her little girls hand and stormed off. Feeling utterly defeated, I left everything behind in the city and decided I would come out here and live off the land. Free from society and people like Jackie. What I did not count on was falling into a river and being swept away. So that is what has brought me out here, he finished and looked over at me. You mean she turned your own child against you, I growled. That is horrible! how could she live with herself after that? Believe me it would be easy for a thing like her, he said, then quickly added, Soups good. Thanks, it is just something I threw together last minute. Looking at him sadly I asked, So...did you come out here to die or something? \_ Well not that I had originally planned, I sorta just felt something saying to go this direction, I stopped for some water and fell in the river,\_ he explained. Hm, well then. Your welcome to come with me, did you bring any stuff? Yea, he said. About 2 miles north, i had a pack of food, water, and other supplies. I lost it however when I fell in the river, frowning he layed back down. Well we can back track to get it if you want to tomorrow. But think it over, you are welcome to travel along side me. Laying down next to him, I watched him think it over. I would like that, he finally said. So what are you doing out here? Oh me? I thought a moment then, I am searching for something. I do not know what, but I have a feeling a may have found it. Looking puzzled he asked, What? I giggled and explained how my villagers went on a soul searching trip once they felt the time was right. They went to look for answers, to find where they belong, and even to find there soulmates sometimes if they where lucky. Night had fallen and the storm had picked up, safe in our little shelter with each others company, we smiled, talked, laughed, and we both enjoyed having someone to talk to. We came to learn each others names, and even about where we came from a little. Sophie and Jon Brr, Jon shivered. It is chilly with all that rain coming down, he said and rubbed his arms trying to hold in some body heat. I looked at him questionly, before I realized of course he had no fur like me. Laying down next to him I laid my tail out over him like a blanket. Oh your really warm, he said as he snuggled into my fur. I giggled watching him, I had this sudden strange urge that made me want to kiss him. I blushed but luckily my fur hid it, leaning over I quickly licked his cheek, and watched his reaction. He just looked at me, turned a bright red before returning my kiss, with the human version of a kiss on my lips. It was awkward with our mismatched mouths, but we made it work. Feeling a hunger deep down brewing we looked into each others eyes, embracing each other, hugging, kissing and beginning to explore each others bodys. Both of us happy, and knowing that this was not an, awkward but a beautiful thing. We both fell together in our shelter under the rain, and for our first time, we made love. Our own moans smothering out the sounds of rain.
A curse worth it's weight in gold part 2 by Koori_Flaps	Ruuuuwr, first of all, excuse me for the short lenght of this, I didn't have much time because school was taking quite a lot of time but I turned in most of my school projects and such... Anyway...! ? ?Was edited by ? Vizholdwe ! I hope you all will enjoy, you'll notice this is more of a follow-up	[ "Breeding", "Domination/Submission", "Dragon", "Dragoness", "Egg Laying", "Forced", "Forced Sex", "Impregnation", "M/F", "Penetration", "Rape" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696638-a-curse-worth-it-s-weight-in-gold-part-2	*[Part 2 : Set Free]* It was helpless, she could do absolutely nothing but squeal, sob, and barely even squirm under the size and strenght of that horrible beast, this green dragon that took advantage of her, that stripped her of her former body, the one of a male. To her rapist, her screams were like a symphony, he was delighted to hear her beg every once in a while, when her fighting spirit would kick in, when he would pretend that he was done with her, that he would leave her be. The only problem was that those were only illusions. The night was worse than a nightmare as he pumped her full, refusing to let her rest, only stopping when he felt like it, when he felt like she deserved a break. Those breaks were merely seconds though, she was violated again and again with a tiny hope that the next time he'd ejaculate, she'd be left alone, that he'd walk away and forget about her, that he'd stop using her like this but that moment never came. She could feel the seed inside her, she knew that a clutch would be on it's way sooner than she could even imagine but as she tried to figure out a plan, she ended up forced onto her back and once more, the forced pleasure made her scream, it made her completely helpless, unable to focus. The large male could only get a greater amount of pleasure as his victim took the abuse to a point where her voice cracked, exposing her weakned state, allowing all of her exhaustion to be heard and she could barely stay conscious but that didn't matter to him. The wet sound of her sex being assaulted by the male's large penis could be heard in all of the cave, the rare moments where she wouldn't hear them was when she fainted but soon enough, she would be forced into waking up since the male would only go harder on her. This happened over and over again, more times than she could even bear to remember, her mind just shutting off after a while, trying to isolate her from the brutal treatment that the male gave her as he mercilessly claimed her body as his sexual toy for the time being, knowing that by dawn, she wouldn't be his plaything anymore, that he'd have to respect his words. ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ The black dragoness' eyelids fluttered a bit after what seemed like an eternity. She did know where she was but she lost track of time, she felt like breathing was almost a chore as a thick and musky smell invaded her nostrils, the flashbacks of what happened on that horrible night flowing back into her mind, which made her freeze on the spot. She realized that -he- was still there and it's only when she turned her head to her side that she noticed the large green dragon, sleeping right next to her. Ironically, he was curled up in a protective way around her, as if he wanted to make sure that she was alright. She could escape but part of her thought it wasn't a good idea to even try. She simply lowered her head and groaned as she repositioned herself, noticing her now swollen belly. It was obvious that a clutch was now mature in there and it was a matter of time before the eggs would start to slide out of her abused vent. She thought she'd be sore but strangely, it didn't seem to be the case, as if her body was made to be treated this roughly, as if it was normal for her to be bred to a point where she would faint. Shuddering from that realization, she slightly dug her claws into the ground and she gasped as she suddenly noticed that the dragon's eyes were gazing directly at her. He was emitting a low growl although his face showed no signs of anger or hostility, he was in fact showing a rather intriguing smile that made her feel awkward and slightly worried. "...I knew you'd stay. That's a good girl..." She decided to remain silent but she whimpered as she saw one of his paws reaching for her, her breathing pace increased and her heart skipped a beat. She even closed her eyes before she could feel something brushing against her scaly cheek, the mere contact of this monster's digits at her body was enough to trigger a reaction in her, she immediately felt tears rolling down her cheeks which made the male chuckle as he witnessed this reaction. The shuddering female was completely terrified, she didn't want to say something that'd make things worse, she didn't want to go back to what happened before she fell asleep and that dragon had all the necessary power to do so if he wished. "...I see you're still sensitive. Oh well, the sun's about to rise, I believe there's still something you have to do..." Her eyes widened both in surprise and in terror, she was so focused on her safety that she didn't realize what was about to happen but those words hit her hard. Before she could even move a muscle, the male pinned her down once more and he held the black dragoness with both his fore paws while she squirmed and tried to look away from the intimidating male. She closed her legs and at this gesture, the green dragon let out a chuckle. "That won't prevent you from laying those eggs. Now, I think you should start right away but try not to moan too much, that'll turn me on...\~" She had no idea about the extent of this dragon's' powers but he placed one of his hind paws on her swollen belly and immediately, it felt like there was more movement in there than she ever felt. She quickly found that she would prefer spreading her legs during the act of laying those eggs, which she obviously never did before. She was afraid it would hurt and the male on top of her only made it more scary, his words always having a strong impact on how she reacted. She didn't want to have him aroused, she barely could imagine what it'd be like if she had to go through this again. Soon enough, the female stifled a groan as she felt more movement inside her, her womb inhabited by the large oval shells as she held them inside her, protecting them with her body. One of the eggs visibly stretched her insides as it began to slowly slide out of her hole, the tip of the shell was now visible. She could only grit her teeth as the smooth surface of the egg rubbed at her insides firmly while making it's way out. Coated in a slimy fluid to help it out of her body, she also found out that they were made to give her both trouble and pleasure. It wasn't an easy task to lay one of them but it wasn't a hard task either, her body could actually do the work by itself but it would take quite a while if she let this happen and in a situation like hers, she couldn't relax, it was impossible. \-G...Ghnnnnrr...! "Ooooh, I see that first egg, it's coming out and that's not a golden one!\~" The male teasingly said while the egg kept making it's way out, slowly since it was the first she had ever layed. Eventually, she let out a moan as the egg was about to be halfway out but as she did, the male took action, which she didn't anticipate. She felt the thick tail pushing between her legs while she heard a loud growl and before she could actually do anything, the egg was pushed right back inside her, bringing her back to the starting point. She whimpered loudly and was about to protest when the large creature interrupted her, he whispered to her in a raspy but very serious voice. "I said no moaning... You'll get three warnings and then..." He stared into her eyes and she simply whimpered louder, knowing he was serious, knowing that she would probably go through some more awful things if she did moan. She wanted to flee, to stop all of this but he simply wouldn't let her go until she'd lay that first egg. Sobbing quietly, the female started the process over again, focusing on her breathing to make sure she didn't moan as the shell stretched her to a point pleasurable enough for her to eventually have an orgasm. The only freedom she had was to splay her toes and to choose wether to spread her legs or not, she was still pinned down, still waiting to be set free before she could do anything else. As the first egg made it's way through, she reached an orgasm and held back her moan with difficulty, slight squeals escaped from her nostrils as the slimy shell slipped along her sensitive lips, stimulating her to a point she could barely handle. The male's gaze didn't stop looking away from her, he kept taking every single moment for his enjoyment as he watched her lay, as he saw the eggs sliding out of her vent, bringing her closer and closer to a mindless bliss. Egg after egg, the female whimpered she wondered if that beast lied to him, it felt like time was frozen, it felt like she had laid at least a hundred of them by now but the truth is that the one that was going to be laid was the last of the clutch, if his words were not lies. The words he pronounced made her growl slightly, she was being mocked by him. "Surely you know that I kept the best thing for the last part of this show you're putting on for me...\~" She kept staring into his eyes while tears rolled down her cheeks. Quickly, she felt it down between her legs it was different, it felt heavy to a point that her eyes widened. It wasn't just a regular egg and it certainly didn't weight just like the regular thing, she just coudn't understand why she didn't notice before. The green dragon didn't wait before bringing the female's maw to his, forcing her into a deep kiss while his yellow eyes kept gazing at her, enjoying to see the distress and fear in the black scaled dragoness' azure eyes. He retracted from the kiss to give her a simple order which she would inevitably follow, that is if she wanted things to end well and it was the case. "All those moans you held back... Let them out while I kiss you. And that's an order." She was about to mutter out something when the dragon's maw took her into a deep kiss, enough for her to shudder, to submit while the thick oral muscle of the other dragon began rubbing at hers mercilessly. Once more, her eyes widens as the egg begins to work it's way out of her nethers, this once visibly more of a challenge than the others although it gives her no pain to do so. Abandoning herself to her need to scream, to squeal and to moan from all the pleasure she gets from pushing this egg out of her body, she also orgasmed a few times while attempting to push the egg out, although the male's tail pushed it back inside her a few times, her captor visibly wanted this to go on. It eventually came to an end as the first golden egg slipped out of her stretched vent, leaving her panting and groaning as she laid on her back. The dragon finally set her free, climbing off from the black scaled female to indicate that he was ready to let her leave. "I'll be waiting for your return, female." The arrogant tone in his voice made her grit her teeth both in anger and humiliation. She couldn't completely accept her condition, she couldn't just live the rest of her life as a female. She would have to find a way to make things right and maybe, someday, she'd have him pay but for now, she simply had to get out of this place. Rolling back onto her belly, she stared at the large golden egg for a second before she stood back on all four. Walking away on her shaking legs, she did feel like she was about to collapse but she pressed on and as her scales met the light of the rising sun, she noticed that the claws, her horns and such began glowing in a golden light. She didn't know where to go yet but she did know where she wouldn't be staying.
Companions Chapter 37: Destiny's Deceit by Evoquus	#38 of Companions - [Companions Chapter 37] \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under	[ "Anal", "F/F", "Horse", "Human", "Lesbian", "Oral" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1011-companions-chapter-37-destiny-s-deceit	[Companions Chapter 37] \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ WARNING! The following text contains explicit adult subject matter. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, then you must stop reading now. The author has taken steps to ensure that this story does not appear in any subject-inappropriate or age-inappropriate forum. This version has been posted with the author's permission to Yiffstar.com. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ \* \* \* \_COMPANIONS\_ \* by Evoquus \* \* \* (c) Copyright 2003, Evoquus, All rights reserved. \* \* Feedback is appreciated: [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) \* \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex: M/M, F/F, Human-Stallion-Mare, Anal, Oral Chapter 37: Destiny's Deceit A frightened scream nearby interrupted the frolicking threesome. "That's Malaya!" said Shianna in alarm. Pandora turned to Rovaun nervously, then the three of them took off to find her. The trembling young mare was pinned against a large rock behind a defiant Parceph and Hurroll, who were defending her from a menacingly aroused Bouceph. "Come on, Darlin'," he grinned lecherously. "You know you want it." He bounced his turgid cock up and down, flicking gobs of goo at her that splattered on the ground in front of her bodyguards. The clique, already on edge from the previous day, were quick to assemble. "Congratulations, Bouceph," said Pandora. "You have managed to appall even me." "She's barely a year old, you Creep!" shouted Shianna. "That's old enough to start a family," drooled Bouceph. "No it isn't," said Shianna, as if it were patently obvious to even the most mentally challenged. "We'll see," he replied, knowing something that she did not. "Mom, maybe you can wield your influence and ask these nice impotent horses to step aside." Pandora looked around. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?" Bouceph scowled at her. "Mom, do you have an issue?" "Why do you call me that?" "Because you're my MOTHER!" "Wrong, Billy," tsk-tsked Pandora. "Your mother was Zhorelle." "My mother IS Zhorelle!" he snorted. "Haven't you heard, Bouceph? Zhorelle is dead." "Mom... what are you saying?" His attention no longer on the little Malaya, he approached the black mare with genuine concern. Parceph and Hurroll whisked the frightened young mare away to safety. "Bouceph," said Pandora with a motherly flair. "With the best of intentions, you SCREWED UP!" "What?" "I am not Zhorelle. And now, thanks to you, I am not Daniel Racher, either. You murdered him just as surely as you murdered Jeremiah, today." Gasps erupted from the clique. This was the first that any had heard of this. Rovaun and Shianna gaped at each other in shock. Sorrow would come later. "No! I didn't murder him! He knew the risks." "Perhaps you're right, Bouceph. It looked like murder to me, but then I suppose my opinion could be biased. Negligent homicide, then. Banishment, I should think, would be an appropriate sentence, don't you, Harlok?" "With all due respect," said the Elder Palomino, "that is for me to decide AFTER a fair trial has been held." "Forgive me, Elder," she said, momentarily forgetting her role in this society. "I meant no disrespect." The Elder snorted. Pandora realized that damage control would require a lot more than verbally distancing herself from her son. "Elder," she said bowing her head, "my behavior yesterday was unforgivable. There is nothing I can say to excuse it away. But that horrible creature is not who I am, and I have foresaken her name as the first step toward starting anew. I am Pandora. I truly regret all of the suffering I caused. All I can say is I'm sorry, and hope that you will believe me sincere." Several Hipponaurs murmured skeptically. "My husband Rovaun and my dear friend Shianna have found it in their hearts to forgive me, because they believe, as do I, that my soul is human. It belonged to a wonderful man named Danny, and I thank God that Bouceph was not able to change that. Daniel Racher is gone, but he left me his legacy, and as Pandora I pledge to live up to his soul's high standards. If there are any among you whom I have wronged, and you cannot find it in your hearts to forgive me, then I ask only that you allow me to make amends. I know that talk is cheap, for some more than others." Most Hipponaurs agreed only with that last statement. It caught her off guard, humiliating her, but she remained respectfully contrite. "She's telling the truth," chimed Shianna excitedly. "She let me kick her ass! It was soooo worth it! And she'll let YOU kick her ass, too..." Pandora's eyes widened as she stared at the ground. "... So come on, everyone. Get in line. Take a number. This is the opportunity you've all been waiting for, your big chance to get even... Oh yeah, there's just one small catch." The pretty white mare raised her hackles and growled like a rabid Rottweiler. "You'll all have to go through me, first." Pandora smiled and nuzzled her cheek. "Thanks, Sugar," she whispered. Shianna the bull dyke pecked her lover on the lips then returned her menacing glare to the crowd. Most Hipponaurs needed no more convincing. Only one stepped forward to challenge. "Mom, I can fix you." "Give it up, Bouceph," said Pandora. "Haven't you heard, 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it?' I wish you hadn't fixed me in the first place!" "But Mom..." "You're on your own now, Bouceph. You have my pity, but you are not my son. Your mother is dead. May she finally rest in peace." Bouceph stared at her in disbelief. Just then Hurroll came galloping back to whisper news to the Elder, who then passed it from Hipponaur to Hipponaur. Several stallions and mares departed. Hurroll came up to Rovaun. "Malaya is gone," he said, desperately. "What!?" yelled Shianna. "How could that happen!?" "Parceph and I were only gone for a minute to bring her food and water. When we got back to the shelter, she had vanished." Off in the distance on the side of a hill, a large pine toppled over mysteriously. Several Hipponaurs turned to see what had happened, but most did not give it any concern. Bouceph saw the tree and he saw the hill of his destiny. He looked up at the sun, which was nearing the hilltop. There was at most thirty minutes of daylight left. "Did Malaya leave any tracks?" asked Shianna. "A few, but they are not easily distinguishable in the terrain. We need everyone to fan out..." "Not everyone," said Harlok. "Rovaun, are you sound?" "Yes, Elder." Then I need you and Hurroll to guard Bouceph to be held for trial. "But Elder..." "Do not worry, Hurroll. We will find your daughter. I will assist in the search. Shianna and Pandora will accompany me." The mares followed the Elder while Rovaun and Hurroll stayed behind to keep an eye on Bouceph, who nervously monitored the sun's progress. "Thanks for fucking up Mom again," he sneered. "Shut up... my Son. "Miss your balls?" "When I decide to kick you in them, Bouceph, you can be sure that I will not miss." Rightfully intimidated, Bouceph pointed his testicles in a direction out of his father's reach. "You know, Mom says I'm a better lover than you." "And she talks to you from beyond the grave, does she? How is Elvis?" For several minutes the stallions all stared at each other with mutual loathing, then Bouceph perked up his eyes and ears. "I guess they found her." Rovaun and Hurroll turned to see, then the stallion bolted in the opposite direction. Rovaun tore after him, but Hurroll held him back. "Let him go, Rovaun. Please help me find my little girl." With five minutes of sunlight to spare, Bouceph made it to the hillside for his destined rendezvous with the virginal Malaya. He recognized the landmarks and the terrain, but Malaya had not yet arrived. Then, hearing her footsteps approach, he crouched behind a bush so as not to scare her off. But the Hipponaur that emerged from the trees was not the young mare he was expecting. "Hello, Bouceph," said the stallion. The bush was too small to conceal him from a full-grown stallion's perspective. He stood up to challenge the other. "Hello, Parceph. What are you doing here?" "Looking for Malaya. What are you doing here?" "Just watching the sunset." "Considering suicide? I'd be happy to assist." Bouceph looked around nervously. If the mare saw them both here, she might easily change her mind. And there was no way that Parceph was going to allow their mating to take place. He had to get him to leave. "I know where Malaya is." "Where!" snorted Parceph. "Why should I tell you?" "Could it be because you owe me a debt or two or several billion?" "Look, Parceph, I'm sorry about your mate, but I swear it was all his idea." "You're so full of shit, Bouceph." "No! We had a deal!" "What deal!?" "He would let me do him once a day for a hundred..." "Just stop talking," said Parceph, shaking his head in disgust. "I hear words but they're garbled. Nothing that comes out of your filthy lying hole makes any sense." "I SWEAR I'm not making this up!!" "And I swear that you are a lying, murdering, shit-wallowing dung beetle." The sun just touched the horizon. Bouceph could not figure out where Malaya was. She should have been there by now. She was probably hiding. "Go! Just go!" he insisted. "Get out of here!" "Why." "Because Malaya is MINE!" he boasted. "We are going to be bond mates." "In your dreams." "Yes! Exactly! In my dreams. We mate tonight right on this hill. She's a tight squeeze but, ohhhh, she loosens up well." "You fucking bastard!" "That's my plan," he smirked. "So you see Parceph, it's my destiny, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." "I can try." Parceph prepared to lunge at him, but his feet became inexplicably weighted down. "You'll have to try harder than that." Bouceph scanned the trees. "Where the fuck is that little cunt! MALAYA!!! Damn her!" Parceph struggled against his invisible bonds, but then settled down to change tactics. He considered the sunset. Bouceph saw him thinking about it and turned to admire it with him. "Pretty, isn't it? Malaya thinks so." Then he mockingly whispered as if sharing a secret, "Too bad you didn't bring Hurroll with you. The two of you just might have pulled off a coup." "You're insane, Bouceph. You and Malaya - it'll never happen." "Oh it happens, dear Parceph, along with so much more. Destiny showed me. Her first foal is born in a year, a beautiful little girl named Pixel, and every year after that, they all just keep lining up for me." "You dreamed that!?" said Parceph in alarm. "This afternoon. Guess I fell asleep while waiting for Mom to come home. I'll tell you another fantastic little secret: It only takes a couple of weeks for a thirsty young mare and her daughter to prefer stallion piss to water. You should see the little darlin's come a-runnin' when Daddy rings the dinner bell, fightin' to see who gets first dibs on his teat." Parceph gaped in horror. "And it warms my soul to see Malaya instructing young Pixel on the proper techniques of how to make Daddy so very happy. Ohhh, my Destiny is so be..." "nnnnnnnNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Parceph exploded a psychic blast directly at Bouceph. The gloating stallion did not see it coming, did not know what hit him, and did not have a hope in hell of surviving it. Bouceph collapsed in a lifeless heap, and Parceph found he could move again. He stood over the body and sighed with mixed emotions, glad that it was over, and terribly angry that it was necessary. How could one rotten soul cause so much pain to the undeserving? Now it was he who had to account for his sins. The stallion bellowed his second banshee cry of the day. Its hollow mournful wail palled the valley with profound sadness, beckoning all to grieve and to atone. The cry caught the ears of those it intended to call, and also attracted the attention of two travelers, a human and his Clydesdale. Azgard stopped dead in his tracks when his ears detected it. His rider could tell at once that the summons was not a wedding announcement. "Hold on, Companion," said Azgard, shifting into high gear. "This isn't good, is it," bounced Fred. "No." Within a few minutes, they heard more wails join the lament. "My God," said Fred, "how many of them are there?" "If Destiny is kind, Companion, then I would say ALL of them... save but one." Fred wanted to cover his ears as the sorrowful cries grew nearer and louder, but to do so meant letting go of the straps that kept him on his mount. Thankfully, the cries died down, just as the two of them reached the clearing on the hill where the rest of the clique had gathered. Azgard and Fred recognized the fallen stallion. "Talk about deja vu," said Fred. "I thought Garson was already dead in this timeline." "I don't believe that is Garson, Companion. It is... or was Rovaun's son." "Oh no." The crowd separated to allow Bouceph's parents to view the body together. Parceph remained humble and prostrate next to it. "What happened?" Fred asked Shianna. "I don't know. But it looks like Parceph killed Bouceph," she whispered. "Why would he do that?" Fred gasped. The Parceph he knew was much gentler than that. "Probably because Bouceph killed Jeremiah." "WHAT!??" The other Hipponaurs snorted at Fred to show some respect. "Azgard," Fred hyperventilated, "I needed to talk to Jerry!" "I know, Companion... I am sorry." "Rovaun and Pandora," Parceph said solemnly. "I will not ask for your forgiveness, for I am unworthy of it. I murdered your son." "No Parceph!" "Are you sure you do not wish to amend this confession, Parceph?" said Harlok. "Surely it was self-defense." "No Elder," said the honorable stallion. "It was pre-meditated from the beginning. I planned it. I lured him here. I killed him. And my only regret is that it had to be done." Hurroll stepped forward with head lowered in contrition. "Elder, I, too, played a roll in this deception." "No, Hurroll," said Parceph. "You did not know that I planned to kill him. Elder, Hurroll's only crime was that of staging Malaya's disappearance. He thought I was only going to castrate Bouceph to reduce the likelihood of his coupling with Malaya." The Elder snorted, bitterly disappointed in the two of them, just wanting to live his life in peace. "Very well," he said. "Hurroll, since your crime was relatively minor, and Bouceph was a perceived threat to your daughter, a threat that I witnessed myself, you are on probation for... a month." "Thank you, Elder." "However, you, Parceph, cannot be let off so lightly. Under normal circumstances I would have no choice but to order your execution. But given the recent history between you and the deceased, I shall allow you to choose your own punishment, provided that I and Bouceph's biological parents find it sufficient justice." Pandora and Rovaun exhaled in relief the stale breaths they had been holding. An apology from their friend and a night of wanton sex would suffice. "I choose exile," proclaimed the condemned. "Do Bouceph's parents find the punishment of exile from this clique sufficient justice for the murder of their son?" "We do," said Rovaun. "I do not," said the Elder, sinking the hearts and hopes of the Hipponaurs present, all of whom adored the convicted stallion. Parceph stood silently regarding the Elder, whose job it was to mete out justice in a fair and impartial manner. The Elder was just as much on the hook as Parceph, and Parceph put him there. "... And castration," Parceph proclaimed. "No, Parceph," said Pandora. "Choose banishment. We could still come and..." "Rovaun," interrupted Harlok. "Your companion is not suggesting that she visit a banished Hipponaur, is she?" "No, Elder," he replied. "My companion would not dream of intentionally breaking Hipponaur law." "Very well," said Harlok, giving Pandora a glare to keep her mouth shut so that everyone could have a happy ending. "I do not want to HEAR... of anyone INTENTIONALLY visiting a banished Hipponaur. Do I make myself clear?" The Hipponaurs all nodded approvingly at his gaping legal loophole. "So, Parceph. What shall it be? Banishment," he said with a smile, "or exile and castration," he said with a frown. "Exile and castration." The crowd gasped. "So be it," Harlok snorted angrily. "Azgard, is your Companion handy with a blade?" The Clydesdale turned to Fred. "Did you bring your first-aid kit?" "Yes, but..." "Yes he is, Elder." "What!?" cried Fred. "Excellent," said Harlok approaching the man. "Fred McHenry, is it?" "Um... Yes, your... Elder." "Please listen to me carefully, Mr. McHenry. You will make a clean cut at the base of the scrotum, being very careful not to damage the testes. Do you understand?" Fred gulped and nodded. He removed his medical kit from one of his packs and approached Parceph. "This isn't why I came back here," he groused. "I know, and I'm sorry," said Parceph. "But thank you for doing this." "Why are you thanking me? This is cruel and unusual punishment. You guys should have a law against castrating a perfectly healthy Hipponaur." He dabbed the base of the stallion's scrotum with alcohol. "I don't have a local anesthetic with me Parceph. This is going to hurt a lot." "Thanks for the warning. I'll try not to kick your head in." Fred backed away in reflex. Parceph snickered and winked at him. "Don't even joke about that!" "Oh lighten up." Fred cautiously placed the knife on its target, pulling the testes down to stretch the skin. "I can't believe you're making jokes right now." "You will learn that it always helps to have a bright outlook." "If you say so. Your outlook is going to be rather bright in a couple of seconds. You'll probably see stars. Are you ready?" "Do it." Fred pulled the knife. In one stroke, he severed the sacs and cradled them in his left hand. Miraculously, the gelded Hipponaur did not even flinch. "What's the matter?" asked Parceph. "Why did you let go?" "Parceph, it's done." "It is?" The first clue for Parceph was the warm feeling of blood flowing down the inside of his leg. Fred covered the wound with sterile gauze. The ex-stallion beamed. "Fred McHenry, you are a natural gelder," he praised sincerely. "Please don't say that," said Fred remorsefully. He prepared a suture to sew him up. "That will not be necessary," said the Elder. "He'll lose a lot of blood if I don't close the wound," protested Fred. Parceph nodded to him. "Thank you, Fred. You've done enough for me. I'll be okay." "Fine," he said, throwing in the towel. "What do you want me to do with these?" He held out Parceph's family jewels. "Just leave them there, thanks." Foregoing any suturing, Fred taped the gauze into place just as Parceph felt his wound waking up, strangely hot and tingling, but not nearly as painful as Rovaun's ordeal. "Mr. McHenry," said Harlok, "while you're at it, I believe those belong to Rovaun." Harlok pointed to the dead stallion's testicles. "Bouceph will not be needing them anymore. If you wouldn't mind returning them to their rightful owner..." "Oh my G..." Fred gawked at the red testicles on the gray stallion and shook his head in disbelief. Carefully slicing them off, he brought them to Rovaun but refrained from asking the obvious question of how they ended up there in the first place. "This is major surgery, Rovaun. There are a thousand veins to connect." "Oh nonsense, young man," said Pandora. "Just make an incision and tape those naughty runaways back into place. Try not to put them on backwards." "What!?" He scowled at the moronic mare. "We haven't met," she said. "My name is Pandora. And you are...?" "Danny, what the hell are you talking about?" "Oh... dear. It seems we have met after all." "Yes... it seems. Stop acting like a jackass and shut up for once. I would appreciate it if you would leave the veterinary advice to those of us who actually attended veterinary school." "Oh..." she said, reading his animosity loud and clear. She looked to Rovaun, not sure of how to handle the situation. "My Companion is correct in this matter, Fred. My testicles will repair themselves once they are attached. It is what they do best." "Second best," nuzzled Pandora. Fred stared at Rovaun, then relented. "Fine," he grumbled. "Let's all play 'Pin the Balls on the Stallion.' What a fucking waste of tuition. Maybe someone should blindfold me and spin me around three times just to make it challenging." "Parceph," announced Harlok. "You have been legally castrated. I leave it to you to dispose of your genitals properly. And I don't want to HEAR... of you re-attaching them... anytime soon. You are hereby exiled forever from this clique, though you are welcome to visit for a week twice a year. That is all." Harlok departed allowing the other Hipponaurs to express their regrets to Parceph for the loss of his Companion. Several offered to help him re-attach his testicles, but he thanked them and declined graciously. To Rovaun and Pandora, they also expressed their regrets for the loss of their son, despite the fact that his mother had publicly disowned him. "Do you wish to bury him, Husband?" "No, Companion," said Rovaun. "Despite Parceph's confession, he did not murder Bouceph - he executed him, and I believe he had the moral, if not legal, authority to do so. We do not bury our dishonored dead... that is, unless you want to." "He was not my son," she said. "Nor mine." "If it is all right with you," said Parceph, kneeling down next to the body. "I will attend to his body, properly. Having taken his life, I owe him that much." "Very well, Parceph, if it will help you heal," said Rovaun. "And I still consider you to be my close friend. You are not indebted to me." "Thank you, my friend." The Hipponaurs left Parceph alone in the twilight to grieve the passing of Jeremiah and his killer. Fred rode Azgard in silence. Rovaun, Pandora, and Shianna were equally doleful. Suddenly Pandora stopped and wept tearfully for her son. "I know he had his flaws," she cried, "but he wasn't all bad." Rovaun and Shianna comforted her. "I know, Companion." "He was our son, Rovaun." She hugged Shianna. "And your bond mate, my dear." Shianna dropped her head and shed some tears of her own. "He was awful," she lamented, "but he had his good points." "Mm-hmm," agreed Pandora. "I can't think of any, but..." Pandora managed a sniffling chuckle and smiled at Shianna. "... I think I will miss him." "Me too," she said, hugging the other mare. Rovaun joined them. "I cannot think of a single accomplishment of his that I can honestly say I am proud of, but... he was my son, and that should be enough." "I wouldn't want to be Parceph right now." "He will need our support if he is ever to forgive himself." "I bear him no ill will, Husband." "Neither do I, Companion." Azgard could not contain his curiosity any longer. "Rovaun, may I have a private word with you?" Rovaun glanced at his mate. "Oh go on, Dear," said Pandora. "Azgard and his friend probably have a million questions about me. You can catch up with us later. Shianna and I will just be reminiscing about the cad." Rovaun kissed her, then joined Azgard and Fred straying off the trail together. "I have a feeling that I will be making amends to that one," said Pandora. "To Azgard?" "No, to the human." "Oh," said Shianna. "I don't know anything about that, but Fred's a nice enough guy." "He seemed very angry with me, but perhaps he was only upset, given the difficult circumstances." That evening the clique gathered solemnly around an unlit campfire to pay homage to Jeremiah. Wood, twigs, and dry grass had been assembled in the stone circle, but not set ablaze, to symbolize the life whose spark had gone out. Also, Fred forgot to bring more matches. No one knew much to say about the private man except that he was loved by one of their own, which was all that was necessary to honor him. Less was said about Bouceph, though the passing of any Hipponaur warranted sufficient attention to disperse an emissary to the nearest clique. Parceph was often the main topic of conversation whenever someone dared to break the silence. Most felt his destiny to be terribly unfair, and they hoped he could cope with the second loss of his beloved. But for the most part, the dark evening wore on in silent solace. "Who wants to hear a ghost story?" said a ghost, lighting the campfire. Several Hipponaurs whinnied with fright when for a split second, the specter of Jeremiah, his face lit by the faint yellow flame of his own butane lighter, set the dry grass on fire and then extinguished just as quickly. "Did you see that, Azgard?" said Fred, his spine tingling so much that he shuddered repeatedly. "Yes, Companion," said his astonished mate. "He's dead," whinnied Pandora. "I helped bury the poor soul myself!" "Then who lit the fire?" A stallion emerged from the darkness. Though technically his presence was against the law, no one, not even the law, objected. "Parceph! We just saw..." The stallion held his head high and proud, and then another stallion came out of the darkness to stand tall and proud next to him. "Bou... ceph?" "'Fraid not," said Jeremiah, emerging from him. The virtual man hugged his Companion and his savior. Gasps, whinnies, and cheers erupted as the two were instantly swamped by their friends. Fred reached out and shook hands with a ghost, who felt just as warm and alive as ever. "Jeremiah," asked Pandora. "Is there some previous relationship between you and my son that I am unaware of?" "No, Ma'am." "Then please forgive my bewilderment, but can you explain how it is that your soul finds his body so hospitable?" "Certainly, Ma'am. I'd be happy to show ya." With a maudlin flair, Jeremiah snapped his fingers. Next to him the gray stallion reared up on his hind legs and proudly displayed his third set of testicles, dark brown this time. "Careful, Companion," said Parceph. "My boys are hanging on by a mere thread, and they are all that tie your soul to this planet." "Oh, don't be such a wet blanket." "Parceph," decreed Harlok, "it would appear that my judgement was a tad premature, now that it is quite clear that Bouceph is not at all dead. Therefore, I officially rescind your exile. However, I cannot demand that he return your testicles to you. You will have to work that out amongst yourselves." "I'm sure I won't be needing both of them," grinned Jeremiah. "Jerry, I'm so glad you're alive," said Fred, "I need to understand what's happening to me." "How the hell should I know?" "Well... because... you're really old, and weird shit is happening to me, and..." "Listen, Fred," said Jeremiah. "You're the oldest human alive with a Hipponaur bond mate. You're even older than me." "What?" "I'm virtual! I'm virtual today, and I was virtual two hundred years ago. You are blazing new territory all on your own, Fred. I can't help you 'cause I don't know. I AM real curious to see how you turn out, though," he virtually grinned. "But..." Jeremiah moved on to mingle with other well-wishers, leaving Fred with more questions and no answers. Then the non-virtual man noticed that Parceph's bandages had completely soaked through, and he offered to change the dressing. As Fred carefully peeled the red gauze away, Parceph felt another hot tingling at the wound site, like the vibrating hum of a powerful electromagnet. "I'll be damned," gasped Fred. The tingling stopped immediately. "What is it, Doc?" asked Jeremiah, always interested when someone else was fondling his mate. A shallow pink membrane stretched across the wound, concealing two small but definite lumps. "I think you can keep both your balls, Jerry," he said, completely removing the bandages. "Parceph is growing another set." "You don't say," said the stallion in amusement. "You Hipponaurs are amazing," remarked Fred. "Companion," grinned Azgard, "as a general rule, Hipponaurs do not grow back entire organs." "Then Parceph is the exception to that rule." Parceph turned to him. "Or perhaps you are." "What?" "Yes, Companion, don't you see?" said the Clydesdale. "You are an equine veterinarian - you heal horses." "But... how?" "Your emotional state in proximity with the patient, of course." "Oh... of course." Fred threw up his arms. "Let's try an experiment, Fred," suggested Parceph. "Place your hand on my balls again, that is, if I'm not being too forward." Fred shrugged. "No, I don't mind. I so rarely get asked that by a horse." Fred held his hand under the stallion, but neither of them felt anything miraculous happening. "Concentrate, Companion," said Azgard. "Try to remember how you felt when you first bandaged Parceph." "Okay." He took a deep breath and exhaled, then did as Azgard suggested, trying to imagine the regret he felt for pointlessly castrating the beautiful stallion. And then the small testes rumbled in his hand. "That's it," said Parceph. "That's the sensation I felt!" The expanding testes grew uncomfortably hot while dropping lower into his hand. Then the stallion whinnied in pain. "Let go! Let go! Please!!" Fred backed away, allowing the scorched gonads to slowly return to body temperature. "Great balls of fire!" "I think we need to do this in baby steps," said Fred. "I agree," said Parceph. "A few seconds of therapy each day for a week ought to do it." "Therapy for both of us," shrugged Fred. "I still don't know my own strength." Pandora had observed the bizarre medical drama with the utmost fascination. She was particularly interested in Fred, since he was the closest thing around that resembled Daniel Racher. "Rovaun," she said aghast, "are all humans so... gifted?" "It would not surprise me, Dearest," he chuckled. "You certainly are." The black mare humbly approached him. Fred regarded her apprehensively. "I am Pandora," she said respectfully. "Did you know Daniel Racher well?" "Uh..." he swallowed. "No, not very well." She closed her eyes in disappointment. "It is my belief, that I retain his soul." "Yeah... Rovaun told us what happened. I'm very sorry." "I also believe that I... that is, he, has wronged you in some way." Fred glanced nervously to his mate, but smiled and shook his head. "No, Pandora. Danny never really did anything to me that I didn't deserve." She opened her eyes and smiled politely. "Then I hope that we can be friends." "Sure Pandora. I'd like that." "Then... please don't think me crass, but I wonder if... I could feel for myself what it is like to be hugged... by a man." Fred chuckled, but suddenly found his palms dripping with sweat. "It is all right if you do not wish to," she said mildly. "No... really it's fine. I like hugging horses." He gave her an embrace, scritching and rubbing her mane, and the wonderful feeling brought tears to her eyes. She brought her chin down to hold him and they both trembled with frightened affection. Pandora released him and nuzzled his cheek. "Thank you, young man." "Call me Fred," he smiled. Pandora returned to her mate and hugged him next, then quietly broke down while he held her. "I'm sorry, Companion," she cried. "I'm so sorry that I can't do that for you anymore." "Shh, Companion," he consoled. "It will be all right. I will always have those memories. With you by my side, I want for nothing." She composed herself and nuzzled his handsome face. "Thank you," she said. "And as long as I have my Little Red Pony, I shall want for nothing as well." "Companion," he laughed. "What did you call me?" "You're my Little Red..." [Gasp!] She stared horror struck at the beaming stallion. "I have... a twin sister... a HUMAN sister named 'Emma.'" "Let me think for a moment," he mused. "By Jove, you do. How come you never mentioned this before?" "My second grade teacher was Mrs. Loshke." "Come here, my Darling." Rovaun scanned the mare briefly, then continued to beam brightly. "You have just recovered one tenth of one percent of the damaged portion of your brain." The mare stared into the wilderness with astonishment. "There are so many images that make no sense... disconnected and confused, but... I don't think that I feel any different." "Of course not, Companion. Those memories are already a part of you. They do not change you, the merely help you discover and understand." All eyes fell upon Fred again, who blushed uncomfortably with his hands in his pockets, really wishing Jeremiah would steal the limelight away from him. As for Rovaun and Azgard, it was impossible to determine which of the two stallions was the proudest in the universe. Pandora nervously approached the doubly apprehensive man again. "It seems that you can repair more than severed genitals." "I don't know, Pandora... I... I just gave you a hug, that's all." "Would it be asking too much... for another one?" "Um... okay." Fred embraced her again. And again, nothing happened at first. Then he relaxed as she brought her head down, and soon they both began to tremble. The longer they held each other, the more the mare shook, until she quaked so violently as memories flooded her brain that she screamed and fell backwards, scooting away from the man as fast as possible. "Are you all right, Companion!" came Rovaun to her rescue. "I... I can't do this right now, Rovaun," she heaved. "It's too fast... and too soon." "That's fine, my love," he whickered. "You do not have to do this if you don't want to. Not now, not ever." She looked up into his loving eyes and thanked him for being so understanding, then rose to her feet and regarded Fred again, from a safe distance. "Baby steps?" he said, smiling sincerely at her. "I think that would be best," she agreed. "Thank you, Fred." Azgard stepped forward to prove to the world that his human Companion was harmless. He hugged Fred and nuzzled him longer than anyone, physically manifesting nothing more uncanny than a happy Hipponaur sigh. "I think Fred McHenry is going to do all right for himself," the Clydesdale whickered. "If I can just figure out what the hell I'm doing," said Fred, equally excited and frustrated with his evolving talent. "I suspect Parceph and Pandora will be of great help to you in that regard. And if you need more practice, then you may castrate me and culture me a new set of testicles. I think they might look nice in stripes." Fred chuckled and dearly hoped his Companion was joking. Jeremiah moseyed up to him with his hands in his back pockets, until he pulled one out and offered it to Fred. "You're gonna be famous." Fred shook his hand and shook his head. "I don't want to be famous." "Well," said Jeremiah humbly, "any man that can do what you can do, ain't necessarily got a choice." "I know," he sighed. "I'm just going to have to learn to keep my cool." "Meditation helps. I could give you a few pointers." "I'd like that," he nodded. "Come see me first thing tomorrow morning. We'll get you straightened out." "Thanks." Jeremiah moseyed up to Rovaun and Pandora next. "They say confession is good for the soul. My soul needs some healin', and I reckon so does my mate's." He eyed his stallion, who then dropped his head. "May we speak with you?" The four of them left to have a private heart-to-heart. "As Bouceph's parents," continued Jeremiah, "you deserve to know what really happened." The man sat down on a log next to the obedient body of their former son, and said flat out, "We ambushed him." "Ambushed!" "That's right. We hit him simultaneously using guerilla tactics. He was unaware that Parceph was concealing me, and we kept it that way so that he'd drop his guard when the time was right. It took both of us to execute him, but his murder was plotted entirely by me." "You cannot take all the blame, Companion," said Parceph. "I can, because I set the wheels in motion. I planted the dream in his head, making him believe Malaya was his. You had no choice but to help me kill him." Pandora gasped. Rovaun could not believe his ears. "What would possess you to do such a thing!" he snorted. "Are you telling me Bouceph was innocent!?" "Technically, yes. My death, though unintentional on my part, was a direct consequence of my own actions." "Parceph, did you know about this!?" "No, Rovaun," he said respectfully. "I was not a party to this crime until after my Companion's death." He addressed Pandora. "Before you brought me his body, Jeremiah had already returned to me in spirit. We both knew he had died, but neither of us knew how or why. Though his body had expired, enough of his brain remained accessible to answer those questions." "It was then that we both realized my plan had backfired," said Jeremiah, "and we agreed that the only way to protect Malaya from Bouceph, now, was to kill him." "BOTH deaths were unnecessary!!" bellowed Rovaun. "I don't regret what I did," said Jeremiah. "That is easy for you to say! My dead son may disagree!!" "Malaya was in danger." "Because you placed her in danger!" raged the stallion. "And was Hurroll aware of your deception as well?" Jeremiah lowered his eyes and shook his head. "No, he knew nothing about the false dream." "Then for your sake," the stallion growled with chained fury, "I hope he never finds out." Rovaun pawed the ground violently. "Jeremiah. You are the LAST person I would have expected to do such a thing. What could possibly have been your motive!?" Jeremiah shook his head coolly. "Rovaun, I came from another world. A world very similar to this one. I also came from another time. About three years in the future. I have seen your future. And I have seen Malaya's future..." He looked down and sighed. "Her miserable future." Rovaun raised up and became silent. Pandora did not know what to think, but reserved judgement until she heard the whole story. "In my timeline, there was no Daniel Racher to change the course of Hipponaur. Young mares were still forced to bond with stallions. Bouceph had made a formal request to be Malaya's bond mate. Ironically, because he was universally despised by mare and stallion alike, it made him an ideal candidate. But the Elders recognized his motives and denied his request. So... he took her anyway. "Her innocent mind was easily manipulated. She remained devoted to the bastard despite all of the vile and grotesque things he made her do. She got pregnant during her first estrus." He rubbed his face in his hands, which trembled as if revealing his true age. It took a moment to recompose. "During Malaya's pregnancy, Bouceph was no less demanding. She found it more and more difficult to meet his needs, but he kept her close to prevent her from getting any 'liberating' ideas. He promised her that life would get easier after her daughter was born, because then the young mares could share in the daily chores. Malaya was so tired. She actually looked forward to giving her daughter to him in that way." Parceph closed his eyes, for these memories of Jeremiah's were now his as well. "A month before she was due to give birth, Malaya finally came to her senses. She had to save herself, but more importantly, she had to save her daughter from the clutches of the beast from whom she could never escape. So..." Jeremiah raised his head to Rovaun. "She killed herself." "Oh!" cried Pandora. Rovaun stared at the man somberly. "The first Hipponaur suicide in fifteen hundred years. And the youngest... ever." Rovaun looked down to consider this tragic tale, but then shook his head at the man. "You do not know that THIS Bouceph shared that same destiny." "That is true, Rovaun, but I couldn't take that chance. You saw for yourself he had eyes for Malaya." "And you made matters even worse!" "No, Rovaun, don't you see? If Bouceph had dreamed of Malaya on his own, then it would have been their destiny. Malaya's fate would have been sealed! But by planting that exact same dream in Bouceph's head, then all bets are off. Destiny is forever in doubt and hope is restored. I cheated him of that destiny, but I also knew that Destiny would exact a price for my deceit. So I willingly offered myself in Malaya's place, hoping that Destiny would find it an equitable trade." The man clasped his hands together tightly. They felt so real to him, but their reality was transitory. "Unfortunately," he sighed, "Destiny did not. There was a variable I had not anticipated. It was never my plan to die today." Parceph nuzzled the back of his Companion's head to remind them both that he was still very much alive. "I was left only with Plan B," he continued. "Since I could no longer lure Bouceph away from Malaya, my only choice was to lure him to her instead. With Parceph's help, I felled a tree, knowing it would bring Bouceph to us at the right time. You know the rest." Again, Rovaun shook his head slowly at the ancient man who should have known better than to play this fateful game. "Jeremiah, you speak of preordained doom and hopelessness. Have you not learned by now that destiny is always in doubt? And when there is life, there is always hope." "And there is something else to consider, Companion," Parceph chastised his mate. "Bouceph's final dream." Jeremiah sat stone-faced. "What dream?" asked Pandora. "It occurred this afternoon," replied Parceph. "He described an additional dream that showed his future with Malaya - a future that was worse than death." Jeremiah buried his face in his hands. Yet another variable that he had not anticipated had changed the balance of the equation. Malaya's life and her daughter's, and possibly many more innocents down the line could now be destined to serve the beast forever. For the young mare, this living hell had been architected specifically for her by Jeremiah. "Oh no..." he wept into trembling hands. "No... no... no..." Everyone pitied the man who now had to live with the terrible burden of not one, but two Hipponaur deaths. As for Malaya's ultimate destiny, only time would tell. It was up to Rovaun, Bouceph's closest living relative, to decide how justice should best be served. The deed was done, and could not be undone. Rovaun believed the man to be remorseful, and that living forever with his onerous conscience was punishment enough. The stallion offered some solace. "Jeremiah, though I starkly disagree with your actions, I believe that your intentions were honorable. If there is anything to be learned from Destiny's fickleness, it is that some things, not all things, but SOME things happen for a reason. Bouceph is gone, but Malaya, my future daughter-in-law, is safe. It is my prerogative to believe that her destiny was always intended to be altered in this manner. Thank you for saving her life and assuring my son Tantau's happiness. But next time, please come to me or Parceph before acting so hastily." The man wiped the tears from his face. "Thank you, Rovaun. I will." "And I wouldn't read too much into that final dream of Bouceph's," offered Pandora. "He often daydreamed of the most heinous scenarios." "And thank you, Pandora. Allow me to express my sincere condolences for your loss." She sighed and then smiled at him. "Perhaps if you lose some weight, tone up a great deal and bathe regularly, I might consider adopting you as my son again." "I'd like that, Mom," he sniffed. "Our family tree is starting to look more like a tangled grapevine," quipped Rovaun. Then he offered Parceph a conciliatory hug. The stallion accepted it gratefully. "Thank you, Rovaun," said Parceph. "As usual, your compassion knows no bounds." "And as usual, you continue to push its limits, my friend." "What are friends for?" he said dryly. "If it will make you feel any better, you can kill my bond mare." "That will not be necessary." Rovaun, Pandora, and Shianna cuddled together in the warm evening. The stallion delighted in watching his two-mare harem snuggle into each other. Pandora nuzzled the white mare softly and whispered with a wry smile, "I remember how Tantau was conceived." Shianna giggled. "That WAS fun." "Yes it was, Sugar. I pray that some day we can all do it again." "Hmmmm," Shianna sighed, "that would be nice." Then she changed the topic momentarily. "I've been wondering. Is Bouceph really dead? I mean when you think about it, he's still walking around, only he's much more charming." "I suppose that depends on whether or not you believe Zhorelle is dead, my dear," replied Pandora. The white mare brushed her lips against the black's. "No question about it. Dead as a door nail." The black mare snickered. "Pandora, on the other hoof," cooed Shianna, "is alive and well and the hottest thing to walk on four legs since... since..." "... since Shianna," Pandora cooed, finishing her sentence. "I must be dreaming," grinned Rovaun. Pandora sat up, suddenly possessed by a strange desire. Lifting her right front hoof to Rovaun's mane, she watched in amazement as a single finger poked out to scritch the stallion's neck. "Will you look at that," she said in wonder. The stallion chuckled. "Welcome back, Companion." Pandora held her hoof up and marveled at the freakish digit, flexing its joints at her command. "Which one is that, do you suppose?" she asked. "I believe it is the middle one," said Rovaun. "Is that so?" She held her hoof up and vertically extended the finger. "My muddled brain seems to think that this means sexual intercourse." Rovaun and Shianna busted a gut. Pandora took their amusement in stride. "Obviously I still have a few wires crossed. No matter. I'll straighten them out in the morning." "How are you feeling otherwise, Companion?" Pandora smiled and shrugged. "I still feel perfectly \normal\." The last word was spoken in a register that was distinctly human and male. "Eeep! Was that me? I beg your pardon," she blushed, as if apologizing for an obnoxious belch. Shianna rolled in fits. Rovaun controlled his amusement so as not to alienate his Companion during this awkward transition period. "As I said, my love," he nuzzled. "How could life with you ever be boring." "How are your naughty 'nads?" she nuzzled back. "Working overtime to remain attached. I am afraid I shall have to give them the night off." "My poor sexually frustrated Husband. How can we make you feel better?" "Hmm," he smiled slyly. "Maybe you and Shianna should discuss that intimately amongst yourselves." "We may just do that," she said, giving him a kiss. She snuggled back into Shianna, comfortable enough with herself and her lovers to not be too concerned about the man waking up inside of her. Pandora noticed Shianna staring apprehensively at the hoof that had recently projected a virtual finger. The black mare knew just what to do to relieve the white's anxiety. She leaned over and nuzzled a private spot inside an indentation just above Shianna's left shoulder, and made all her worries fade away. Shianna closed her eyes and moaned blissfully, "Oh Pandora... Sweet sexy Pandora... Don't stop... Please swear to me you'll never ever stop..." "Don't you worry your pretty pink nose, Sugar," Pandora whispered. "Let Rovaun have his virtual human man-slut. I swear to you, my love, this real Hipponaur mare-slut will forever and always be yours." "ooOOOOoooohhh!" \# # ========== [End of \_COMPANIONS\_ Chapter 37: Destiny's Deceit] [This concludes Part 12 of the series. Take a break.] [Next in series: Chapter 38: (to be posted)]
Though the Mirror by Hinny Mule	My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! I have to admit I got this idea from a great work of art of a confused looking rabbit girl stepping through a mirror. Through the Mirror By William W. Kelso	[ "Adventure", "Evil", "Forcedshifting", "M/F", "Magic", "Mind Control", "Rabbit", "Tranformation", "Transformation", "regrets" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249506-though-the-mirror	\My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! I have to admit I got this idea from a great work of art of a confused looking rabbit girl stepping through a mirror. \ \\ Through the Mirror\\ \\ By William W. Kelso\\ Alice couldn't believe this was happening to her, but the strange creature fucking her was so very real, and it felt so good!! But even as she moaned in pleasure something told her she had to get out of this place, the sooner the better; or she would be stuck there...forever. Her 'lover' suddenly sped up his thrusts, giving a high pitched squeaking squeal of pleasure as he came, and she gave a sobbing groan of her own from the incredible pleasure as another massive orgasm exploded in her ravaged sex, and that strange tingling warmth that felt so good rippled over her body again for a few seconds before fading with her orgasm. As he pulled out of her she tried to sit up, but another of the strange animal creatures grabbed her wrists and held her while another started to nibble and lick her rigid nipples, while yet another straddled her and prepared to mount her, and she gasped, \\ "No, no, please, no more! I...I can't! I-I...uGGHHHH!!" And gasping, she arched herself as another strangely shaped penis slid into her quivering pussy, oh God it felt sooo gooood! "UGHHH!! P-Please...ugghhh, d-don't...!!"\\ \\ As the beast serviced her she could see others waiting their turn; how many had it been now?? She'd lost count. And behind them she could see a large fancy mirror in the corner, identical to the one in her own room, wherever that might be now. She had no doubt where she was now as nowhere near her house, or any other place she knew. With a sob she wrapped her legs around her partner's slim furry waist as he began thrusting faster, running her fingers through his soft fur and clutching at him in unwanted pleasure as she stared at his inhuman face; his eyes closed in obvious passion as he fucked her, his mouth slightly open revealing short square buckteeth as he panted and squealed in pleasure. He had a short well developed muzzle, black nose with whiskers that twitched as he gasped in pleasure, and long furry ears. In short he looked like a rabbit, a partially human rabbit! He had dark grey and white fur, and some of the others who had serviced her were different colors such as spotted white or even solid black. And what they were doing to her, it was unbelievable, the sexual pleasure more intense than anything she'd ever thought possible, and despite the numerous males who had 'raped' her there was no pain, only the ever increasing pleasure. She closed her own eyes, moaning as she felt yet another orgasm building in her sensitive clenching sex.\\ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ Her mother had bought the fancy old mirror at a rummage sale; getting it for next to nothing, and had dragged it home and given it to Angie for her seventeenth birthday. For once she hadn't been disappointed by the present, and the large rectangular fancy old mirror looked great in the corner of her room. Since she didn't like the color of the frame; it had been repainted a horrible brown color at some point, she decided to refinish it. One weekend when she had the time she decided to strip off the horrible brown paint, and as she started she'd been delighted to discover the original 'ivory' white and gold detailing intact, and had carefully removed the rest of the covering paint. It came off easily, and she was pleased she wouldn't have to repaint or stain the frame after all. One thing that she did notice as she removed the brown paint was some strange small symbols carved into the fancy gilded designs; they had been totally covered by the old paint, and they looked like a combination of Latin and Chinese characters. Weird, maybe it was made in China like everything else nowadays, she thought. She quickly forgot about the strange markings, finished polishing the frame and mirror, and was delighted with the results. \\ \\ Later that evening as she got out of the shower she posed in front of the mirror still in the nude, examining her ripening body. She had decent sized tits with nice pink aureoles and nipples, was slim and fit from working out and track; and had a nice thatch of pubic hair. Not too shabby, she thought, but she hoped her tits would get a little larger, at least a C cup. Turning around slowly she inspected her back, and was pleased by her nice tight butt. No fat ass here! As she turned away and got ready for bed she didn't see the characters on the mirror flash briefly, and then fade. It wasn't time yet, but soon. \\ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ She clutched at the beast as he lunged into her a final time with a loud squeal of release; burying his muzzle in her hair, and as she felt his cum spurt inside her the pleasure of her own orgasm was almost unbearable as it exploded in her sex, and as he pulled out she didn't even have time to protest before another took his place, two others holding her wrists to make sure she 'cooperated'. This one was another rabbit man; as they all had been, the only real difference was his fur was dark brown with tan on his chest and belly. She had a glimpse of his strange penis as she raised her head and he lowered himself onto; and into, her, then threw her head back and gasped as he penetrated her slick well lubed pussy. It was not a human penis, it was an animals. Long and thick with no real glans, just a pointed tip, and now it was deep inside of her as he began thrusting rapidly, making short grunts of pleasure. \\ "UGGHHH, OH-OH-P-PLEASE, STOOPPPP!" She sobbed, but the aroused beast ignored her pleas. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ Three days later Alice was getting ready for bed again, having just finished taking a hot shower, and when she came out of the bathroom all nice and squeaky clean the rising full moon was shining in her window. She loved it when it did that, and paused to admire how the soft white light highlighted her nude body in valleys of silver moonlight and shadow, her body almost seeming to glow. I am HOT, she thought. She liked to sleep in the buff, and as she started to walk over to the bed she suddenly saw the moonlight reflected in the large mirror suddenly seem to shimmer, ripple, like the surface of still water or mercury. Intrigued, she moved closer, but the strange effect wasn't repeated. As she turned and examined herself in her moonlight lit reflection in the mirror the strange effect suddenly came again, ripples running across the silver surface of the mirror, and with a smile she reached out and touched the mirror, and a second later was...somewhere else.\\ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ Alice involuntarily arched herself, giving a guttural groan of pleasure as her heels spasmed and kicked the back of the rabbit man fucking her as he came with a barking like squeal, and she felt another massive orgasm rack her own body. As he pulled out she lay gasping, panting as the pleasure faded, and when her ankles were suddenly gripped and she was pulled to the edge of the large fancy bed she was lying on she caught a glimpse of the mirror in the corner again, the one identical to the one in her room, the surface rippling like water in the glow of another full moon. The rabbit man gripping her ankles smiled at her, then she was flipped over onto her stomach with her rump hanging off the edge of the bed, and as she felt his hands grip her around the waste; his intent obvious, she yelled,\\ \\ "N-NOOO, NOT AGAIN!! P-PLEASE!!!" The only response was her next sexual partner just leaned forward as he mounted her, and gently stroked the side of her face, chuffing in pleasure as he started fucking her. "OH-UGH-AAAAHHHH!!" She sobbed, and as he fucked her he chrred in her ear, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck.\\ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ Alice had felt a moment of disorientation, then suddenly found herself standing in a room that most definitely wasn't hers. It looked like it was carved out of wood, the walls, floor, and ceiling blending together with no noticeable seams or joining. Directly in front of her against one wall of the strange room was a large round bed piled with fancy soft looking pillows. Other than a chest of drawers and a couple of odd round doors there were no other furnishings. And she wasn't alone. At first she though the figures on the bed were people, then people in costumes, then she didn't know what to think. There were four of them, one obviously female, and the three servicing her obviously male. The female was lying on top of one of the males, and the other two were thrusting into her from both ends. And they were covered in fur, had muzzles, big long ears, and had frozen in obvious surprise as soon as they saw her. Then the three males had hopped; literally, off the bed and approached her in obvious delight at seeing her, and at the sight of their still rigid inhuman penises the jutted from furry sheaths she suddenly became very much aware of her own nudity. She was still too stunned by what had happened to do anything other than whimper as they gently took her by the arms and pulled her towards the bed. As they approached the female jumped off the bed and ran out one of the doors. Starting to recover from her shock Alice finally began to struggle.\\ \\ "W-What the fuck is going on! She squealed, writhing and trying to pull her arms free, but the grips; though gentle, were also very strong. "Damn you, let me go!! MOOMMM!" But there was no response to her cry, and it seemed to amuse the strange beasts as they made little squealing sounds of obvious laughter.\\ \\ The two strange bunny people holding her had looked at one another, ears flicking, and chittered something incomprehensible to one another, while the third had gotten back up on the bed and was...getting ready for her, his intentions obvious from the way he was fondling his large furry balls and looking at her with his wet beady eyes, his horribly alien penis rampant, a large bead of pre glistening on the dark red tip. \\ \\ "NO!!" Alice shrieked as she was thrown down on the bed, the two holding her down while the third climbed on top of her. Oh my God, she realized, he's going to FUCK me! And there was nothing she could do as he did exactly that, his erection sliding between her legs as he penetrated her with a powerful thrust. He grunted and snuffled at her hair as he got comfortable; his long wet tongue licking across her face as she bucked an struggled, found a good angle, and than began thrusting powerfully, grunting in pleasure. As he fucked her the other two snuffled at her and ran their paw like hands over her body, cupping and fondling her breasts, sniffing at her long black hair. And there was something horribly...erotic about it. \\ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ As the rabbit man behind her serviced her Alice suddenly felt a hand under her chin, and as her head was lifted the one humping her ran his hands under her, and gripping her breasts pulled her into a more upright position. She found a large wet glistening penis in her face, and as she opened her mouth to protest it was pushed inside before she could react, and she gave a muffled groan as it slid into her mouth and down her throat, and helplessly she began sucking as she tried to get more air.\\ \\ "MPPPFFFF, UMF-UMF, URGGGMMFF!"\\ As the rabbit man behind her kept fucking her with fast steady thrusts she found herself eagerly tonguing the cock in her mouth, the hot slickness of the hard shaft as her lips slid up and down its length strangely enjoyable, and the pleasure left her feeling giddy and not quite lucid as she gave into the ecstasy. With one hand she reached up and gently fondled and squeezed the large hairy balls dangling under her chin, the owner chuffing and squealing in pleasure as he ran his hands through her hair and stroked her ears. And when the cock in her mouth suddenly pulsed and spurted she swallowed the cum, sucking eagerly to get every last sweet drop. And as it was pulled out she unhesitatingly opened her mouth to accept the next one, giving a muffled moan of pleasure as a new shaft slid down her throat. As she started sucking again she just couldn't believe she was doing this so...so enthusiastically! She'd never had any interest in oral sex before at all!! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ As the first of the strange creature had raped her Alice had seen more entering the room through one of the round doors, obviously the female had spread the word. She was appalled by how many males were literally lining up waiting for their turn, and the fewer females were watching with obvious delight as she was gang-banged, chattering back and forth to one another. Then he'd reached his release, and to her shock she'd orgasmed as well, and it was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She was no virgin and her mother would have been shocked by just how many 'boyfriends' she'd had, but this was totally different. Oh, it wasn't so much the actual orgasm; though it was incredible, it was what came after even as the second male mounted her. It was the wonderful and relaxing warmth and tingling that radiated out from her sex and through her body in slowly growing waves of pleasure, before being renewed and intensified by her next orgasm. And each time the pleasure was more intense, the horrible ecstasy irresistible, as her body responded to the unnatural stimulation as male after male orgasmed and pumped his cum into her overflowing pussy. And as soon as each one had finished, another had taken his place, then another, and that had been...hours ago.\\ \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ \\ It went on and on, male after male mounting her, finishing, only to replaced by a new eager 'lover'. Alice rested her head on the bed; unless it was buried in a furry stomach as she sucked a cock, and finally noticed the mirror again through a haze of sexual bliss, the moonlight beginning to fade from its rippling surface. The mirror! It was that damn mirror! She knew that beyond any shadow of a doubt now, it was identical in every way to the one in her own room; right down to the weird characters which now glowed brightly, and somehow it had brought her HERE, wherever the Hell here was. So, it if had brought her here, it could take her back! And somehow she knew it had to be done during the full moon; the SAME full moon, if she didn't get back through that mirror she'd be stuck here, and she had no doubt that would mean being a sex slave to the strange rabbit people, or would they just keep fucking her until she died from sexual overstimulation? But as she felt another orgasm building in her throbbing sex she wondered if that might not be so bad, any sex she'd had before could in no way be compared to the sexual ecstasy the rabbit males were giving her; despite having been serviced more times then she could remember there was no pain, no soreness, only the incredible pleasure and ever increasing warm waves of ecstasy spreading through her body. But somehow; just as her most recent lover pulled out of her, she managed to kick backward as hard as she could and felt her foot impact something soft and furry and a loud squealing squeak of agony came from behind her as the next male in line clutched his crotch and fell to the floor, and startled, the others failed to react as she turned and sprinted faster then she'd ever run in her life towards the mirror. A couple females grabbed at her; but she knocked their hands away, and to her surprise she understood what they said!\\ \\ "Eeekkk, no, don't go! You can't, not now! Eeeeee! You don't understand?! Please sister, don't go! Stay, please stay, if you leave you can never come back! Eee-Eeek! Nooo, don't!!! S-Sister...!"\\ \Then she reached the mirror and plunged through it, and sobbing in relief found herself back in her own room. Then, fearing they might come after her, she looked behind her as she finished passing through, and froze in shock as she saw her reflection in the mirror and realized she'd made a horrible mistake. \ \\ What she saw reflected in the mirror was another one of the rabbit people, a young slim female with gray fur, lighter colored on her breasts, all six of them in three pairs, the nipples rigid and sensitive. But she wasn't quite as bestial as the others had been; there were still more human features. The muzzle was blunter, the lips more human instead of black and rubbery, but long whisker sprouted from the sides of the small wet nose. The ears weren't quite as long, and were the same black color as her still long human hair, the fur entirely covering her body was not quite as thick; a softer downy layer on her breasts and stomach. The feet were more animal then human though, they had thick pads with blunt toes with retractable claws, the shape of the feet and ankles hinting at an almost digitigrades stance. And also more animal then human was the fluffy tail at the base of the spine, and the soft pink wet lips of the vagina showing at the base of that cute fluffy tail weren't quite human either, and it was now so far back between her legs it didn't show from the front. But she recognized the green eyes staring back at her, they were her eyes, eyes wide with growing shock and...understanding as realization hit her. That incredible pleasure they'd given her, those waves of sickeningly pleasurable warmth, it had been her changing; a little at a time, as she became one of them! \\ \\ With a frantic squeal she tried to pass back through the mirror, but the full moon was setting, the characters dull, the magic gone. Scratching at it desperately, she begged,\\ \\ "Please let me back!! Eee-eeekkk!! I-I didn't understand! Please, I can't stay here like this! Oh please!!"\\ \Finally, sobbing, she slid down the mirror with a furry cheek pressed against the now hard and cold surface, knowing with horrible certainly that no human male could ever give her the pleasure the rabbit people bucks had, a pleasure she needed desperately, her new sex already throbbing for relief. \ "P-Please..! I-I don't want to be an animal! Eeee-eeeekkk! Please let me come...home!" \\ The End\\ *\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\**
Stolen by Evie_Wuff	Here I am, sitting under a bridge, hiding from the police, trying to get out of the rain, and wondering if my life will ever have any meaning. I ran away from my parole officer again, and now there is a warrant out for my arrest. I guess I brought this on myself, I could have ran away any time I	[ "Death", "Drama", "No-Yiff", "Relationships", "Short" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97817-stolen	Here I am, sitting under a bridge, hiding from the police, trying to get out of the rain, and wondering if my life will ever have any meaning. I ran away from my parole officer again, and now there is a warrant out for my arrest. I guess I brought this on myself, I could have ran away any time I wanted, but I stayed there. The memories come flooding back to me: my mother and her drug-dealing boyfriend, all the times I was beaten, everything. I remember the first time she made me steal something for her. I think I was seven, or maybe eight. She always refused to get a job, and when she couldn't sell drugs with her boyfriend she made me steal things and sell them to a pawnshop. I've stolen everything from jewelry to CD players for that woman, and I still haven't gotten anything out of it. She always told me that someday our lives would change, and that we wouldn't always have to live like we did, but things didn't change, not for me at least. When she and her boyfriend did have money, they blew it on more drugs. Some life. I finally started stealing things for myself, telling her that I got caught, or making up some excuse and keeping the money to support myself. Stealing was so easy; the store managers didn't have a clue. Of course, I was young then, and they would never suspect a child of stealing, so I never got caught. For the last eleven years I have stolen to support myself. If it works the first time, it will work again. Though, since I have gotten older, I have perfected the art of stealing, though I have my screw-ups here and there. If I could stop I would, but I cant. I don't know what it is, there's just something about stealing that excites and draws me to it. I hear police sirens getting close, and I start to run, forgetting all of my thoughts and focusing on where I am going. I am running towards the one place I know is safe: Nikki's old apartment. Hopefully it is still deserted. My thoughts grow cold. I haven't thought about Nikki since he was killed, and now I am going back to the site of his death. I guess I should explain: Nikki was my best friend. Nikki and I met at one of the pawnshops I had become a regular at, and I discovered he and I had something in common: we both stole to stay alive. One day, my mother's boyfriend was more drunk than ever and couldn't find his hitter, and he blamed it on me, and the next thing I knew he had me pinned to the ground, choking me, his hand squeezing tighter and tighter around my throat, asking me where I had put it, but I couldn't answer. Nikki heard the commotion and came running inside. He grabbed a pot from the kitchen and hit my mother's boyfriend over the head with it. He checked to see if he was still breathing, and he grabbed me and we ran. He had rented an apartment from the pawnshop owner (Nikki was his "supplier") and he made room for me. It was small, but perfect for the two of us. I thought life was wonderful, I'd like to think Nikki felt the same way, but one day things went terribly wrong. Nikki had tried to steal a car from the wrong guy, and he paid for it. He was shot once in the stomach, but he made it back to the apartment with the same guy chasing him. Nikki ran upstairs with the guy right on his tail, and I tried to shut the door on him, but he punched me and shoved me aside, and he shot Nikki in the head and left. I don't think I've ever cried that much. Nikki was my life, and this guy had taken it from me. I looked up towards the door, and I got up, grabbed a baseball bat, and ran out the door. I got outside and the guy was still getting in his car. I went over and smashed in his window with the bat. He got out of his car, screaming at me, but I never heard a word he said, I only heard a small voice in my head, telling me to beat him. I hit him once with the bat, and I couldn't stop. I just kept hitting him, and yelling at him. Finally the police came and took me away. They told me later that I was lucky he wasn't dead or I'd be on trial for murder. I yelled at them, telling them that he should be on trial for murder, but they didn't listen. Five days later, they released me without charges because the other guy had confessed to killing Nikki. He is still in prison right now. I go upstairs to the apartment and I go inside. All the furniture we could get was still in place; it even smelled the way it used to. Everything is the same. I sit down on Nikki's bed, and I burst into tears. My life is nothing. I had always hoped, when I was little, that someday I would actually be someone, someone who was remembered for doing something great, but I realize that I have little chance of surviving the next few months, let alone doing something great for the world. I don't understand why I torture myself with these thoughts. I will never be anything other than what I am now. This is me: Kaia Anderson, an eighteen-year-old runaway thief with nothing to show for my survival of the world. Maybe someday I will be able to turn my life around, and maybe I wont. The question is: will I live long enough to find out?
An Angel's Laughter by AK16	#10 of Human Enough - _Author's Note: This is the 10th chapter in this series. I hope you all enjoy it. Comments are appreciated more than you know. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you and your families. I hope you all know how thankful I am for you reading this story.- AK_ I shut of the TV almost	[ "Clean", "Human", "M/F", "Rabbit", "Romance", "Story Series", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464403-an-angel-s-laughter	*Author's Note: This is the 10th chapter in this series. I hope you all enjoy it. Comments are appreciated more than you know. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you and your families. I hope you all know how thankful I am for you reading this story.- AK* I shut of the TV almost immediately. Another person to add to the list of people who were probably involved in some kind of conspiracy. But who exactly was calling the shots and which side everyone was on was still a mystery to me. I looked over at Michelle and I saw her ears drooping. I knew what that meant all too well; she was depressed. I pulled her close to me and kept kissing her cheek softly. Eventually, she started to tear up a little bit. "Why?" she asked, holding back fully sobbing. "Why is all of this happening? Why now?" I held her tightly. "I don't know." I said. "And part of me doesn't want to know. I'm afraid too. But no matter what happens, you'll always have me." Michelle gazed up at me and kissed me, then buried her head in my shoulder and fell asleep. I was exhausted and sleep seemed like a welcomed idea, but I couldn't achieve it. I turned on the TV and put the closed captions hoping that perhaps it would help me doze off. The news channel was discussing how Anthros became what they were. It was a simple enough to follow. Apparently, humans share much of their DNA with other animals, and for some reason, mutations began to spring up in the genetic code. Once that happened, fear took over and it led to hatred, hence the current situation. I sighed and turned off the TV after a while. I couldn't take any more talk of how Anthro's were somehow less than human. I looked at Michelle who breathed gently as she slept. If anything, she was more than human: she was my angel. I don't know when I did, but I had to have fallen asleep at some point, because when I opened my eyes, it was very dark out. Not surprising given the time of year. More surprising was the fact that I didn't have Michelle in my arms anymore. Instead I was lying on a pillow and the blanket over my bed covering me. A quick glance at the digital alarm clock in my room told me it was well after dinner. Michelle must have woken up to help Lisa cook and covered me. I stretched for a second and took off the cover. I opened the door to my room and headed for the kitchen. Lisa and Michelle had already finished cleaning up. Wrapped in tin foil on the stove was a plate with food. On it was a note. "For when you get up- Lisa." I unwrapped the dish and threw it in the microwave. I heard the creaking of stairs from behind me. "Andy?" came my mother's voice, "is that you?" "Yeah Mom." I answered. "I'm just nuking the leftovers." "Can I talk to you for a second?" "Sure, what's up?" My mother walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Andy, is everything ok with your father? He's seemed a little preoccupied at dinner." "Uh, yeah." I said, lying through my teeth. "I think work is just getting to him. After all, it's holiday bonus time and he's probably got a lot of work on his plate." My mom looked at me for a moment and then nodded. "Yes. I'm sure that's it. I'm just worried about him. I think we all need a nice vacation soon. Maybe after Christmas." "I think that'd be nice. Who knows? Maybe that's what Dad is getting you for Christmas?" "Who knows with your father? Well, I'm turning in to bed. Do me a favor and make sure your dad doesn't stay up all night in his office, will you." "Sure mom. Good night." I sat at the kitchen table and began to eat. About half way through I felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck loosely from behind. "Enjoying dinner." I heard Michelle's voice say. "More so now that you're with me. Do you want some food?" "No. I'm ok." I gestured over to the seat next to me. Michelle took it and put her head on my shoulder. "You know you're cute when you eat." She said. "I am?" "Mhm. You are." Michelle smiled at me. "I almost ran into your mom on the way down here. It was a close call." "She's going up to bed. Wanted me to check on Dad soon." "You think he's gonna be ok?" "I think something has got him rattled. If whatever that thing is goes away, then yes, I think he'll be fine. If not, I think he's going to end up in the hospital." "You still think it's the conspiracy doing this to him." I nodded. "It's a safe bet. Though whether it's the stress of being in the conspiracy, or being outside of it is beyond me." "The more I think about it, the more stressed I get." "Me too. So let's not mention it anymore tonight." Michelle nodded and put her head back on my shoulder. I laughed a bit. "If you're tired, you can go to bed, you know. I don't mind." "I don't want to leave you right now." Michelle said. "You make me feel safe." She put her head back on my shoulder and was asleep before I was done eating. When I did finish, I picked Michelle up gently and carried her to the basement. It depressed me to see where she slept. Her bed was little more than a mattress on a floor. I swore to myself that I was going to make life so much better for her. She and Lisa deserved it more than anyone I knew. As I put Michelle on the uncomfortable looking mattress, I saw her eyes open. "That's the second time I've fallen asleep on you." She said softly so she didn't wake Lisa. "It's alright." I said. "You know, you're cute when you're asleep." I bent down to give her a tender kiss. It pained me to break it. For some reason, I felt like I needed Michelle more than ever, and that was saying something. I think she felt the same, too. For me, it was a combination of the stress of feeling like almost everyone we knew was out to get us, and quite simply being head over heels. With difficulty, I went back to my room and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning early. As I walked down to the living room, I could hear what sounded like an argument between my parents. "I don't care!" My mother said. "Look at you Robert! You need to see a doctor!" "I'm telling you I'm fine. It's just stress. I swear everything will be fine." "No it won't! You've been acting strange for a while. What's going on?" I tried to sneak into the kitchen to grab some milk before they noticed to me, but my luck wasn't that good. "Andrew." My dad said, almost out of breath. "I'm afraid I've finished the last of the milk with my coffee this morning. Would you mind running to the store and getting some?" "Sure Dad." I said. "Wait just a second. Why are you sending Andy? Don't we have pets?" My mom said. "It's alrig..." "Yes." My dad interrupted me. "Take Michelle with you. And you know what, here." He said handing me some money. "Go get breakfast for yourself and then the milk." "Dad, it's ok, I'll eat here. Besides, I'd feel uncomfortable if I was eating in front of Michelle." "Now I don't understand why..." "No problem." My dad said interrupting my mom. "Here's a few extra dollars. Buy Michelle breakfast too." Ok, it was official, Dad lost his mind. My mother's jaw dropped and my eyes got wide. "Uh, Dad." I said. "Are you sure you're ok." My Dad took a deep breath before answering. "Yes. I'm fine. You know honey," he said to my mother, "I think I'll go see Dr. Howey today. I'll call out of work and make an appointment with her. I think all the stress at work is getting to me. We have a lot of...big deals that are coming up and I suppose I've been working too hard. Did I give you enough for breakfast for the two of you and the milk?" "Uh yeah." "Good. Go get Michelle and go." As I went upstairs, I could hear my mom still arguing with my dad about having Michelle go with me. The last thing I heard was my dad saying that he'd rather me not eat alone. A chill came over me. Why didn't my dad want me alone? Would something happen to me? At any rate, I wasn't complaining. More time with Michelle was always welcomed to me. Michelle was in my parent's room making the bed. She looked surprised to see me when I knocked on the door. "C'mon, we're going for breakfast." I said. "But you're parents..." "Dad gave me money and told me to take you. Oh and we need to get milk." "I'll go get my coat. Could you tell my mom where were going." She said with a big smile. "Sure, where is she?" "I think she's in your dad's office." "Ok I'll tell her." I walked in to my dad's office. Sure enough, Lisa was there cleaning up. "Good morning, Lisa." "Good morning. How are you?" "I'm good. Listen, Michelle and I are going to breakfast. Will you be ok?" "Of course I will be. But how did you get your parents to agree to it?" I told Lisa about the argument between my parents. I'm sure she'd seen plenty of those before. "I see." Lisa said. "I don't mean to be intrusive, but yesterday I found a piece of paper on your father's desk, Andy. It was a letter from Mr. Harding telling him that time was running out, and he was going to have to make a decision." "Do you know where he put the letter?" "In the shredder. But I'm pretty sure he was on the phone with Mr. Harding last night while you...and my daughter were asleep. He said just give him until after the holidays. I think Mr. Harding said ok about that." "Ok, thanks for telling me that, Lisa. And umm about being asleep..." "Andy, let's put it like this. My daughter is old enough to decide things for herself. As long as you don't break her heart, I won't break you." Lisa said with a smile that got the message across loud and clear. "You don't have anything to worry about." I said. "I told you, I love your daughter more than anything in the world." "Good. Now go and get breakfast." I smiled and ran down to the kitchen. Michelle was there in her coat waiting for me. "What took you?" She asked. "Nothing. Just had a small talk with your mother. Ready to go?" "After you." Michelle and I followed the same ritual we had been doing since we started dating. The second we were out of view of my house, she was hanging on me. I was in heaven. As we walked I told Michelle about what Lisa had told me, minus the part about me not breaking her daughter's heart. "So what do you think your father and Mr. Harding were talking about?" "I think...I think Mr. Harding is trying to recruit my dad into the conspiracy." "But why?" I shook my head. "I'm not sure. It would help if we knew what the hell this conspiracy was trying to do." "Well, your dad's a businessman. Maybe it's got something to do with that?" "It could be. At any rate, my dad has to decide after the holidays. I don't think he's that thrilled to join the conspiracy. I don't know why he just tells Harding to go to hell." "Maybe he's afraid that Harding will run him out of town or something." "Possibly. At any rate, Dad is rattled. I think he's afraid I'm going to get hurt. He didn't want me to go to breakfast alone. Not that I'm complaining." I decided to take Michelle to a small diner that was located a little further than the center of town. I thought it would be a good place to go mostly because I knew it had a sign that said "Anthros Welcome." Besides, they made the best ham and cheese omelets in the world. Michelle and I got to the diner and before long, food was before us. Michelle had ordered something she had always wanted to try: Pancakes. She thought they were very good. Then I told her to add the syrup and butter. Her eyes jumped out of her head. "Oh my God!" she said. "This is amazing!" I laughed as she nearly licked the plate clean. I also let her try a little of my omelet. "It's good." She said. "But nowhere near as good as the pancakes." "Wait until you try bacon." I said. "Is bacon good?" Michelle asked. "Bacon is the best." I said. "One night when it's late you and I can sneak out and we'll come back here." "It can be my Christmas present." Michelle said with a laugh. Actually, I had no idea what I was going to get Michelle for Christmas, but I did know that it was going to be something special. I still had some time to decided, but it was running out. I paid for breakfast and Michelle and I went into the supermarket to pick up the milk. I had to follow her around like a puppy dog. Eventually we were by the milk. "Here we go. Your dad likes to get 2% milk. He says its better." "All I know is he likes the blue one." "You're hopeless sometimes." "Yeah well..." "Hello Andy." Said a familiar, unwelcomed voice. I saw Michelle's face scrunch into a scowl. I turned around and saw Marie, accompanied by a lioness anthro who was pushing a cart filled with groceries. "Hello Marie. If you'll excuse us..." "Wait Andy, I'd like to talk to you for a moment...without your...pet." "Master Andrew, we really must be going." Michelle said. "Oh, it won't take long." Marie said. "You should really watch your tongue. Stay here with Andrew's fur, Nina. We'll just be a moment." Marie led me a few aisles down so that we were away from Michelle and the lioness. "Andy, I've heard rumors about your father selling Michelle to Mr. Cunningham." Marie said. "Now, while I am all for you getting rid of that poor excuse of a pet, I'd think it would be better if you didn't sell to Mr. Cunningham. I think it would be smarter to sell to someone else." "Don't worry." I said coldly. "Michelle isn't going anywhere." "Good. I'd also keep Michelle away from Sam. He's a bad influence you know and Michelle is already so...rebellious. They're dangerous together. I think Sam is plotting something with Michelle, personally, so those two shouldn't really be alone together much." The more I heard Marie talk the more a small idea kept creeping into my mind. But it couldn't be...could it? "Marie," I said, "you wouldn't be jealous of Michelle, would you?" Marie let out a very fake laugh. "Oh you're a comedian, Andy. Why would I be jealous of a fur?" "Well, I heard through the grapevine that Sam wants to buy Michelle for, shall we say, breeding purposes. And it sounds like..." "You say a word to anyone about this...this lie, and I swear I'll..." I put up my hand. "Marie, you have my word that I will keep Michelle as far away from Sam Cunningham as possible and I will not tell another human a word about what we talked about I wouldn't want to upset you." Marie's anger quickly became a warm smile. "Thank you, Andy, for being so understanding." She gave me a small kiss on the cheek. "Now let's go pick up our furs." I walked back to the dairy section where Michelle and Nina were still waiting. "Come, Nina." Marie said. "We have more shopping to do. I will see you later, Andy." "Goodbye, Marie." I said. Marie and Nina walked away. The second they were gone, Michelle started growling. "I'm sorry God, but I hate that bitch! She has to be the most awful person I have ever met." "Oh just wait till we're outside. I guarantee you'll be laughing your ass off." I paid for the milk and Michelle and I started walking back home. "Ok, so why am I going to laugh?" Michelle asked. "What if I told you that Marie was in love with Sam Cunningham?" Michelle looked at me in disbelief. "She told me not to tell any human, and according to her, you're not a human so..." Michelle started to burst out laughing. In fact, she was laughing so hard, she was crying. "You have to be kidding me! Marie Harding and Sam Cunningham! It's hysterical." "Isn't it? I think that's why she hates you so much. She heard Sam wants you, so she's jealous." "So yesterday when she was saying stay away from Cunningham, she meant Sam?" "Yeah." "Ha! Serves her right being jealous of me. Even if I think Sam is one of the most disgusting creatures on the earth. Actually, now that I think about it, they deserve each other." On that Michelle and I both agreed. The two of us walked back to my house arm in arm for as long as we could. The laugh we shared at Marie and Sam's expense still tingled in our bellies. For the first time since talking to Mr. Cunningham, I could say I felt happy and I only hope Michelle felt the same. At the very least it was nice to hear, if for a brief moment in a bad time, an angel's laughter.
Washed Up by Kodyax	Washed Up A white furred lupursyn or wolf bear with blue stripes like a tiger and blue hair washes up on a white sandy beach, with stone tiki statues and moais littering the landscape as far as the eye can see, in a blue chain mail shirt and white leather pants. A huge axe lays besides him one	[ "Fantasy", "Folf", "Hare", "M/F", "Snow Leopard", "Wolf", "lupursyn" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249509-washed-up	Washed Up A white furred lupursyn or wolf bear with blue stripes like a tiger and blue hair washes up on a white sandy beach, with stone tiki statues and moais littering the landscape as far as the eye can see, in a blue chain mail shirt and white leather pants. A huge axe lays besides him one with a long enough handle to put both hands on the blade should he want to utilize his full strength but light enough to be used one handed. He is a full nine feet; six inches tall and slowly but surely rises to his feet as he wakes up as if from a dream. Not doing nearly as well in waking up clothed is a lady snow leopard whose kimono is positively shredded and what remains reveals much of what she would otherwise want to conceal. The lupusryn turns her over but she looks up at him with a lusty smirk as she spreads herself wantonly. He fondles her breasts before he looks back and sees a red faced macaque just washing up as well and goes to check on him as well. The macaque is in worse shape as the cat although the wolf-bear notes the lack of a sack and wonders if the samurai made himself a eunuch or was this more recent an injury. Praying to gods of the North, the warrior reveals himself to be a ranger with the full power of druidic spell casting as the injuries the samurai in his own damaged armor are soothed beneath his magic enhanced hand. After propping the monkey against a palm tree, the wolf-bear returns to the snow leopardess at her urging "Is Sato alright, Kodyax?" The lady leopard asks. "Yes, Yuriko, he'll be fine," Kodyax states with a smirk as he gives Yuri a kiss, "I cast a healing spell to stabilize him. Has he always been a eunuch?" "Samurai like Sato consider it a privilege to sacrifice their scrotums to serve nobles like me," Yuriko says with a heavy sigh as she reaches up to pull down Kody's pants, "But it can also leave women like me frustrated." "You're actually horny after the storm we went through?" Kody asks and then moans as Yuri licks his sheath and suckles on his scrotum to get him hard. "And if Sato wakes up?" Yuriko just giggles and shrugs her shoulders since she really could care less what Sato thinks at this point, they are stranded on some island after the ship they were on traveling from Everwinter to the Dragon Islands foundered in a storm, leaving them the only survivors so far. When she gets him sufficiently hard enough to penetrate her folds, Yuriko spreads herself and has Kodyax fuck her on the beach. The wolf-bear complies with the orders from the aristocratic snow leopardess but even as he gives her the ride she wants and suckles her tits his mind drifts back to loved ones in the land they left behind. Some distance away another survivor washes ashore, one that none of the other three knew was on the ship with them much by her design. Lorelei, an arctic hare, skald and secretly a spy for the vicious frost giant queen Haggatha, is following Kodyax mainly to report on his movements to her mistress. Haggatha also wants Lorelei to assassinate the ranger but she is reluctant to fulfill that part of her mission as she likes sleeping with him herself. Lorelei is careful to make sure none of the three are aware of her presence as she stalks them on the beach. The only thing that threatens to give her away is her own libido as she is quite jealous of the fact that on this trip the only female who has unlimited access to Kody is Yuri. Now granted Yuriko and Lorelei have been competing over Kodyax for years, with the bunny getting a sometime ally in one of the one fox-wolf witch Aurora who also wants him between her legs, and has one child already with him and another on the way, while Yuriko does her best to make sure she is the only one Kodyax has sex with and has not had much luck save on occasions like this when there is little competition for his attentions. Yuriko starts rolling on the sand after Kodyax climaxes like a cat in the afterglow as the wolf-bear just smirks and looks for possible shelter for the three of them. Higher up on the beach is a cave that looks promising as he looks it over and finds that there is a scrying pool and the skeleton of some chimpanzee wizard in the robes and turban of a Southern mage. As Kodyax approaches the pool the skeleton starts to stir. Hate burns in the chimp skull's eye sockets as it leans on its staff as stealthily as it can. Kodyax smelled something foul when he entered the chamber and his paranoia pays off when he sees the skeleton rising out of the corner of his eye. Reacting without thinking, the lupursyn uses his mighty axe to smash the rising skeleton to splinters as the undead wizard curses him in his native tongue as it falls in true death. Kodyax calls on his gods of ice and snow to show him Aurora and his son in the reflection of the pool. Aurora is nursing her child and feels unseen eyes upon her but somehow, Kody's presence is felt as the source of this viewing which cases the folf whose fur pattern is the same as his to smirk. Sato finds him still watching his mate and child as he was doing the same as Kodyax earlier. Sato can see the image Kodyax has produced and smirks to himself as he hears his mistress approach. Of the three of them, the ranger is the only spell caster among them so he would like the wolf-bear to restrain his castings save for the fact that the kind of spells he can cast are limited. Kodyax gets done with his scrying to find he is not alone in the chamber. "Brotherhood of the Burning Sands," Sato says as he looks at the pile of bones that once was a mage. "Where are we exactly?" "I'm not sure myself," Kodyax says honestly. "We can't be that far off course from our original plan." "We've had our problems with the Burning Sands before haven't we?" Yuriko asks of Sato. "They have some reverence for fire giants if I am not mistaken." "The Dragon Empire and the Empire of Burning Sands have been shadow warring for years, my lady," Sato freely admits. "The current Pharaoh or Phoenix King as he likes to call himself, is a camel who thinks he has the fire giants under his command. But our enlightened emperor sincerely doubts that is possible." "The fire giants could be stringing him along," Kodyax says matter-of-factly, "if they try to expand their rule we may get some 'help' from the frost giants. The two factions have been feuding for centuries." "Flame giants hate frost giants and the feeling is mutual?" Yuri asks to which Kody simply nods. "Good to know, I wonder if the Burning Sands knows of the Dragon Isles attempts to align with Everwinter?" "I wouldn't be surprised," Kodyax states, "I know that the continent of the Burning Sands is aware of Everwinter as they are our southern most neighbors. I've raided their settlements enough times as a pup to be sure." "I keep forgetting your culture does go aviking from time to time," Yuriko says with a smirk. "Then again..." "Lady Yuriko!" Sato yells in a growl. "I found a bed chamber!" Yuriko announces happily. "Which is on top of a dungeon?" "The Burning Sands lives on slavery, my lady," Sato says as he goes to investigate and then yells: "A teleportation apparatus! They must have used this to come and go from the island! Now I wish we had Quebec with us, or Lorelei." "SATO!!" Yuriko thunders. "I will not have that rabbit tramp mentioned in my presence!" "Yes, my lady," Sato returns as he knows better than to argue with Yuriko. Kodyax finds an arsenal as Sato and Yuriko look over the chambers with Lorelei close behind them. While Kodyax takes a crossbow and goes hunting for something to eat, the rabbit bard discreetly uses the scrying pool to report back to her boss. Haggatha is not pleased with her spy and it's only because the scrying chamber was designed to be soundproof that her communication is not overheard. "You little fool!" Haggatha's voice thunders from the pool. "I told you to kill Kodyax!" "Yes, Mistress, but I have even better news for you," Lorelei says in hopes of appeasing her mistress, "I am in a stronghold of your most hated enemies, the flame giants or rather their dedicated servants in the Empire of Burning Sands." "Go on, slave," Haggatha says in a more normal tone of voice, "I am interested in this news. As much as I hate Kodyax, his annoyance pales with the flames of hatred for those accursed fire giants all true giant people of ice and snow feels for their traitorous cousins." "Somewhere about halfway from Everwinter and the Dragon Isles is an island where I am now," Lorelei reports, "it is tropical here, so your august personage would not be comfortable here, but so is much of the region. I have seen much of the place, and it is abandoned by those of the Burning Sands. What defenses it had are in ruins." "You are slightly closer to the Dragon Empire than Everwinter where you are now, slave," Haggatha states. "My magic shows me exactly where you are. What business does Kodyax have there?" "None, my lady," Lorelei explains, "We are here by accident. But I cannot tarry! Someone approaches!" "Report back when you can," Haggatha orders. "Your situation amuses me." Lorelei just manages to break the connection and hide before Sato comes in as he thought he heard voices coming from this chamber while he was below with Yuriko. Sato finds nothing but the signs someone was here which gets him paranoid. In his mind agents of the Burning Sands are probably still here and possibly conversing with their master. Kodyax drags back the carcass of a stegosaurus for them to butcher and cook up as Sato relates his suspicions in private. Lorelei, being a rabbit is primarily a herbivore and has already fed well on pineapples and tubers for her supper so while the others enjoy a kind of luau, she goes investigating the teleportation apparatus in the basement. The machine is rusty from disuse but still basically functional but the instructions are in the flowing script of the Burning Sands and thus alien to her mind. After casting a spell of translation she sees that it needs a few things before it can properly work again as well as the general settings for its use. There is even a setting to transport them to the Dragon Isles once it is proper working order again which Lorelei takes note of before looking for the spare parts needed to repair the apparatus. She intends on doing this in secret as having to explain why she is here and not at the Citadel in Everwinter is a series of explanations Lorelei would rather not have to give. Meanwhile back in Everwinter, Aurora is playing with her son, Beowulf, when they are attack by a horde of ten humanoids with blue tinged white skin and blue-black hair not much taller than her offspring. The small human like creatures, snow goblins, are all armed with weaponized meat cleavers as they march en masse. Aurora is a witch with full spellcasting ability as well as a focus on ice magic that she uses to deadly effect. The battle is rather short and to the point as the witch slaughters the goblins wholesale as she is ruthlessly when it comes to defending her puppy. Beowulf gurgles happily as he watches the light show mommy produces as she produces shards of ice that hurtle into the goblins and become frozen spears to impale them. It's what Aurora finds on the bodies afterwards that almost kills her with shock. Haggatha's markings on the corpses of the snow goblins come of no surprise to Aurora as the little monsters have been in the service of one tribal chieftain of the frost giants or another for generations past remembering, but the fact that they had contact papers among them is alarming. What's more the identity of the member of their order they were to contact and who supposedly hide them as they did their dirty work in the citadel chills even them. A letter of introduction is found addressed to Lorelei with instructions to direct the squad to best find and kill key members of the Sentinels of Winter, the very organization she has dedicated her life to, Kodyax as well which is ho they met, and then she was to help them escape and report back to Haggatha herself. The final straw of damning evidence of Lorelei's betrayal comes in the form of the list of names of who is to be assassinating and the fact that not only Kody's name but her own and her son as well are among those to be slaughtered. The goblins were not expected to actually succeed but Haggatha had sent them as a test of loyalty from Lorelei before Kodyax left on his trip. They were to find Lorelei first and were doing that when they came upon the pup and his bitch. Goblins being goblins they decided to take them out thinking Aurora was just some bitch and thus give them the opportunity to engage in some random mayhem. In a ritual chamber Aurora enacts a ceremony to take her to Kodyax to warn him, and because she does not know where Lorelei is, Beowulf is in a papoose on her back as she knows now the hare cannot be trusted. In fact the idea that Lorelei might be spying on her provides the folf with some grim glee as it will afford her the opportunity to kill the traitor herself. In her blind fury, Aurora fails to see her twin sister Freya levitate into close proximity but feels a pair of owls, her familiar and Kody's companion perch on her shoulders. First Aurora needs to find where her mate is so she can teleport to him, but with her son on her back finding his father is a matter of concentrating on him and the feelings of tenderness they share for each other. She sees him cooking up the dinosaur and licks her muzzle as she concentrates. The teleportation apparatus in the basement activates on its lonesome as Aurora fades from Freya's sight. Aurora reappears in the apparatus itself, a glass enclosed chamber large enough for five adults to stand comfortably within while another two operate the slides and dials to fine tune the magic technology that sends those in the chamber where they want to go or makes sure they arrive safely in the chamber itself. Lorelei is nearby when the apparatus activates itself and is at first very happy to see Aurora come through until she sees the expression on the folf's face. Aurora is armed with a sling, a dagger and her staff when she comes through and is darkly happy to see the hare as she fingers her dagger which gives the skald the idea that staying in the chamber while the witch comes through is not such a hot idea and flees. Lorelei almost bumps into Kodyax when she runs out of the dungeon and into the wilderness of the island's interior. Kodyax does see Aurora when she exist the chamber and hugs her. Aurora hugs her mate and nuzzles him before explaining why she is here. "I know Yuriko wanted you for herself this mission but some things have happened and I had to find you," Aurora states as part of her preface. "Snow goblins attacked Beowulf and myself in the Citadel on their way to make contact with an agent of Haggatha." "There is a traitor in the Sentinels?" Kodyax growls menacingly. "Who? Who would dare?!" "I hate to say this, Kody," Aurora says with a dark expression on her muzzle. "But the goblins were going to carry out their mission of murder and Lorelei was to hide them from us until they were done. We were on the list of those to be killed, and our son!" "And we trusted her!" Kodyax as Yuriko sashays in wearing only a grass skirt. "Not now, Yuri, Aurora just informed me I have some house cleaning to do." Then he turns to Aurora. "Can you get us home to find that traitorous hare?" "She's here, Kody," Aurora says grimly. "I saw her as I was coming in." "Did you leave a note with the High Council?" Kody asks to which Rory just nods as Yuri looks on in bewilderment. "Then we kill her here." He glowers at Yuri, "Lore is an agent of Haggatha. You know what I have to do." "Yes, yes I do," Yuriko states in shock as she just moves to the side and lets the folf witch and her lupursyn ranger mate. Snowy owls stand out rather obviously on a sandy beach but then again so does a ranger who looks like he's half-arctic wolf and half polar bear with some sort of ice tiger thrown in for good measure. Drift, the female of the pair and Kody's pet, perches on top of a tiki warrior statue that stands a good ten feet tall and is made of obsidian while Borealis, the male owl sits in its mouth as they both look for Lorelei. Not only do the owls and their own stand out but the rabbit they are looking to catch as well as the birds of prey soon spot the fleeing fugitive. Both canines have a spell active on themselves to facilitate direct communication with their animals and thus Drift is able to tell her master exactly what they saw. Kodyax orders them to follow and while Borealis belongs to Aurora, he knows better than to question his mistress's mate and follows Drift to make sure the hare is found and dealt with. Lorelei does not have the benefit of the spell to know the snowy owls are betraying her position but she does know that they belong to her pursuers so the hooting of the owls incites desperation even as Haggatha's voice is now screaming in her head. Kodyax has a quiver of heavy javelins on him as his means of pinning Lorelei down as Aurora has a bullet in her sling to knock her out. For Aurora, a javelin is to impersonal, her bullets are enchanted to put the rabbit to sleep so the folf can set her up for the lupursyn to decapitate. Lorelei manages to get to the foothills before a large volcano before Aurora can put her down. Neither Sentinel give it much thought as they get caught up in the heat of the moment but there is a guillotine on a stone platform before the mouth of a cave leading into the smoking mountain that they assume is a volcano. Instead they just strip Lorelei nude and set her head in the rack with the blade of execution machine a good ten feet above her head. The hare comes to quickly as Aurora intended and is terrified when she realizes her predicament. "Aurora, what are you doing here?" Lorelei asks with a smile as the folf glowers at her as she tries to act innocent. "What did I do?" "You betrayed us is what you did," Kodyax growls behind her and she spreads herself as if to try and get some mercy and sex from the wolf bear. "Aurora and Beowulf were attacked by minions of your mistress, Haggatha!" "There was a note of introduction addressed to you, Lore," Aurora growls and Lorelei hangs her head in shame. "Why? How could you do this to us?" "I had no choice!" Lorelei screams. "She caught me on a courier mission and gave me an offer I couldn't refuse." "A likely story," Aurora growls. "But since you chose to fuck us over we're going to do the same to you." "The only bad part of this is that you'll enjoy it too much," Kodyax growls as he shoves his sausage into Lorelei's box. "But I'm going to enjoy myself too. I'm going to fuck you like we've done countless times before and you're going pleasure Aurora. Sometime before I climax I'm going to release the chain on this blade and let it do its job." "We're going to then make you rations for the coming trip," Aurora continues, "Except for your head which will go on the wall." "Yes, Aurora, yes, Kodyax," Lorelei says in a dejected tone as part of her just enjoys having Kody's prick between her legs. Obediently, Lorelei eats out Aurora who doesn't even look at her as Kodyax pounds the hare's pussy mercilessly. The guillotine blade comes down on her neck on its own much to everyone's surprise. But then a fissure opens up near them and from it a black skinned humanoid with flaming hair and beard climbs out who is twenty feet tall and dressed in armored robes and turban the fabric of which looks like its on fire but radiates no heat. Kodyax jumps back and growls at the fire giant wizard and draws his axe without putting his cock back into his pants. Aurora begins weaving her hands in preparation to cast spells of her specialty. For his part the fire giant just laughs. The fire giant forms a scimitar of pure flame and advances on Kodyax who is the nearest target. Aurora unleashes a fusillade of ice shards at the fire giant as Kodyax charges him with his axe held above his head with both hands on the handle. Much to his surprise the fire giant misses Kodyax with his flame blade as Kodyax chops into his leg. Attempt by the fire giant to chop Aurora with his scimitar of fire earns him another heavy blow from Kodyax who manages to lodge the blade of his axe in the giant's wrist. The flame giant roars in pain as Kodyax uses his axe to help him climb up the arm of the giant until he gets the shoulder when the turban uncoils and becomes a red scaled cobra with eyes like flame. The flaming cobra is a good distraction as Kodyax deals with it as its giant master exhales a cone of flame that singes the wolf-bear's fur. Burnt fur scent fills the air as Kodyax roars his fury while he strikes down the flaming cobra with one mighty blow. The giant is getting ready to cast that spell again when Aurora throws a freeze bomb at his genitals. When the frost spell goes off it takes the wind out the fire giant's sails as her mate decapitates him. The volcano starts to erupt as the fissure the fire giant stepped out of widens considerably and fills with lava. A titanic squid like creature rises to the surface of the lava as if it were water. Beowulf starts to wail on Aurora's back as he gets very afraid of what is going on and his parents look at each and decide that in this case, discretion IS the better part of valor and start to run. Lorelei's body is still strapped to the guillotine which falls into the library as the ranger and his witch run as fast as they can with both Aurora and Kodyax casting spells on the fly to make them move faster. Their owls meet them back at the cave where the adventurers collapse. Sato diligently removes Beowulf from his papoose and places him in a stone crib so the child will not get crushed by his parents inadvertently. Yuriko and Sato listen wide eyed to the stories of what happened both to prompt Aurora to come after Kodyax to the adventures with Lorelei including the battle with the fire giant. Sato serves Aurora stegosaurus steaks while Kodyax goes to check on his son. Neither Sato nor Yuriko have ever met a fire giant in person or the thing that came out of the lava after the fight and they don't want to meet those monsters in any case. Aurora and Yuriko comes to an understanding as Kodyax attends Beowulf as best he can and after Beowulf gets his dinner and goes off to another long nap, the two females together drag the big male into the bedchamber as the monkey sighs and contents himself with looking after the puppy. Yuriko moans as Kodyax licks at her tits as Aurora licks at his sheath and scrotum. When he gets hard enough, Aurora rides Kodyax's pole as Yuriko gets eaten out by his muzzle. Kodyax climaxes in Aurora once before Sato brings a screaming Beowulf in as he can't calm the child. Mommy recognizes the fact that her son is still hungry and feeds him as Yuriko practically dives to suckle Kody's phallus. Aurora smirks as Yuriko discovers to her disappointment that he has very little cum left. Mother and Father exchange a knowing look between them as their little boy gurgles happily as he concludes his meal and starts crying while Aurora feels a pinch on her nipple. She checks his mouth and finds the beginnings of teeth starting to poke through his gums as he cries in pain. Aurora uses her magic to make ice to help soothe the pain as she shoots Kodyax a pained look. Yuriko shoots Aurora an annoyed look but Kodyax looks at her inquisitively. Aurora announces her son is teething to which Kodyax gives her a smile and a thumbs up while Yuriko just rolls her eyes. Then a stray thought comes to Kodyax and he has Aurora draw near as he casts a spell. Both females look at him inquisitively until Kodyax announces that Aurora is pregnant again. Yuriko sighs heavily as Aurora mimics her mate and casts the spell herself and gets the same result. To the kitty's annoyance, the lupursyn holds the folf close as she does a follow up spell and almost drops her son as she is overjoyed: she's carrying her daughter.
The Nagai and Nureta Of Pokémon Dynasties chronicles - Book 1 by A_Mouse	#1 of The Nagai and Nureta Of Pokémon Dynasties chronicles - Book Series - Author: A Mouse Edited By: A Mouse (Phase 3 editing) Book 1 (Book 1 of the Nagai and Nureta Of Pokémon Dynasties chronicles. Includes the first 5 stories; Realization, Paybacks Are A Dream, Decisions, Life Changes and Almost	[ "Heat", "Impregnation", "Incest", "Incomplete", "Love", "M/F", "Pokemon", "Secret Love", "Zangoose" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51685-the-nagai-and-nureta-of-pokemon-dynasties-chronicles-book-1	Author: A Mouse Edited By: A Mouse (Phase 3 editing) Book 1 (Book 1 of the Nagai and Nureta Of Pokémon Dynasties chronicles. Includes the first 5 stories; Realization, Paybacks Are A Dream, Decisions, Life Changes and Almost A Family after several edits, revision's and some addition's) /\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Story 5 will be added to this as soon as it gets Through the last few phases of my editing process. This series will continue with every 5 chapters being Made into one long story and named a book. This was done early because I did my editing on The chapters and hadn't finished chapter 5 yet Soon I promise it will be done soon.. Basically if you cam looking for a new story It isn't ready. This is an edited version with several additions. Nothing Major however. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/ (M/F, Oral, Anal, Vaginal, Impregnation, Pain, Love, Pokémon, Sleep Sex, Zangoose, Incest, Age-Play, and all that jazz.) The air was cool and crisp as Tina looked out over the plains that surrounded her home. The young Zangoose had just turned fourteen today, along with her twin brother Tadd and they had been invited to go on the Seviper hunt. Tina was a fine zangoose specimen; her fur was long and white, with her markings as well as her eyes being deep blue. Her brother used to say one could get lost in her eyes. The village was all busy this morning. Everyone was getting ready for the big hunt, hanging colored ribbons from posts. Tina turned and looked back over her tribe. She felt so proud to be taking part in the hunt today. She took a moment to take a deep breath as her pride welled up inside her like a ball of light, soon extinguished as she was pounced from her feet, rolling a few times before she landed on her back and looked up at her twin brother Todd. "Hi Todd, " she said with a giggle and hugged her brother softly. Todd looked just like Tina except that his markings were dark red, nearly a crimson in color. Todd chuckled at his sister and kissed her nose softly then slipped to the side to let her up. "The hunting party is getting ready to head out; I came looking for you, I didn't want you to miss it, " Todd said with a chuckle and gave his sister a nudge, "Come on let's get a move on" He said and started off toward a crowd that was gathering. Tina giggled and rolled to her feet to follow Todd as they made their way to the gathering, where one of the village elders stood atop a raised platform, giving a speech to the young warriors. "...and let no Seviper out today survive, lest the egg smashers think we are weak and raid the village. We are strong. All of you are strong and shall prove your strength today." The elder zangoose shifted on the platform and looked out over the plains, "Now go and show the Seviper our might!" He shouted. The group of zangoose started off like a rolling wave of water across the grass toward the closest Seviper camp, every one of them having the full intent to drive the Seviper from their lands. Tina had other plans in mind then raiding the camp, there would be tons of others there, she was going to slip her way off to a clearing where she normally encountered Seviper. She would be the smart one and show up with so many fangs from her foes she would be able to make a necklace from them. Tina quietly stalked in the tall grass, having seen a Seviper just over the rise. She moved with the fluid grace of a trained dancer, flowing through the grass nearly silent until she saw her prey. The Seviper couldn't have been much older than herself, playing in a small clearing just beyond the edge of the grass which Tina hid in. Tina tensed and jumped from the grass flying at the startled Seviper, her claws sinking into its flesh and ripping its head from its body, splattering blood over her claws and face as she landed and slid from the corpse which twitched as its life blood oozed from the severed stump which was its neck. Tina growled in victory for all but a second before something hit her hard, nearly knocking her out from the impact that felt to her as if she had slammed into a rock wall. The feeling wasn't too far off as the parents of the young Seviper corpse had been close and saw the decapitation take place. The larger of the two had hefted a large rock and thrown it at Tina, knocking her from her feet. The two slithered over to Tina who was still recovering from the blow and towered over her as the young zangoose slowly came back to her senses. Tina looked up, terrified of what would happen as the larger of the two Seviper lifted the large rock again and slammed it down on Tina's side, a sickening crack echoed through her body as her right foreleg snapped under the pressure as the rock which was lifted again the Seviper preparing for a second attack. Tina, fearing for her life, jumped and tried to run only to find that pressure on a broken limb wasn't the best course of action. Her leg bent back, in a way it was never meant to bend and she tumbled, pain alive in the broken limb and she howled in pain that echoed so loudly both Seviper stopped, surprised by the intensity of it. The break was short lived as both converged on Tina preparing to drop the rock on her head this time and bring an end to her life. Suddenly a feral growl echoed through the air and a blur of red and white whizzed past the Seviper, both hissed in agony their bodies splitting as Todd all but materialized in front of Tina from his blinding speed. The two Seviper retreated, both hurt badly. Todd turned to check on his sister, who had passed out from the pain. Tears in her eyes and shivers running through her form showed she was indeed, still alive. Todd gently worked to pull his sister over his back and carried her back to their village, much to gasps and shock from some that saw him. Some are expected to be hurt and some even to die, but to see one so young and a female injured in such a way was more than some could bear to see. Todd carried his sister in to the local healer and laid her on a mat in the room. The healer was an older zangoose, whose bright red coloring had faded from age and become dull. He also had a scar which crossed his left eye, having caused it to heal closed. He looked over Tina then gathered some herbs and started a small fire, chanting into it and showing some of the zangoose power, long lost through generations of relying on brute force rather than abilities. The bones shifted and aligned themselves, mending enough to allow Tina to walk again, but remaining fragile. The healer nodded to Todd and slipped from the tent letting the flap close behind him. Todd knew Tina had to sleep and he was to be made her guardian for the night, none would visit as was customary. Todd sighed and laid down beside Tina, trying to let sleep take him, he knew both him and his sister needed it. Visions of the fight continued haunting him. If he had only been faster or followed her more closely. It was all his fault she was in pain and hurting. As sleep finally took him his dreams were filled with Seviper attacking his sister while no matter how hard he ran to save her he could never reach her. Todd woke from the nightmare looking at his sister lying on her back, dreaming presently. She shifted in her sleep and groaned softly. Todd watched her a smile slowly spreading across his muzzle as he thought of how lovely his sister looked and how much her truly cared for her. Then she shifted again and something caught his nose, it was a strange scent that tickled at his nostrals and seemed to stir feelings deep inside him. Todd shifted as he noticed the scent seemed to fill the room and stirred some sort of primal instincts in him causing him to feel strange all over. He took a deep breath and realized what he smelled, looking over at his sister's crotch. She was entering her first heat strongly, which was extremely obvious. Todd shivered and swallowed hard, dare he try what he wanted. He slipped over to his sister as quietly as he could, leaning down, his muzzle inches from her overheated sex. The smell of zangoose heat nearly overpowering his senses. Todd could feel the heat from his sister's loins radiating in waves. He held his breath and closed the distance pressing a soft kiss to her heated sex and letting the taste of her sweet nectar clinging to his lips as Tina moaned softly in her sleep spreading her legs a little. Her swollen sex spread slightly, revealing her black sex lips normally hidden by her fur. Todd swallowed his heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his eyes as he dared to slide in closer to his sister and steal a gentle lick over her slit, his rough tongue gathering the droplets of her moisture that had collected around her opening, dampening her fur. Tina shuddered, her brother's attentions doing exactly what Todd would have wanted, slowly lulling her into a deeper sleep as she relaxed under the teasing pleasure her brothers tongue gave her. Todd had no idea what his attentions were doing but he knew he loved the taste of his sister and was doing something he and other males had only bragged about doing to the hottest females around the village. His tongue slowly worked deeper, searching every fold and teasing every inch of flesh that it could reach. Tina moaned softly and wiggled as her dreams carried her deeper into sleep filling her dreams with naughty images. Todd's tongue lapped at her hot juices like a dry rag trying to gather up all the fluid it touched. His nose bumped her clit and Tina jumped, squealing softly in pleasure. Todd froze for a second, his tongue still buried inside his sisters passage as he thought for a second he had hurt her or woken her. However, When her soft moaning returned to his ears his attentions increased, gently gripping his sister hips and pressing his lips to her neithers. Todd could feel his sisters clenching passage, so tight around his small tongue, trying to pull the invading appendage deeper. He rubbed his nose to his sister's clit and groaned softly into her sex, licking as deeply as his tongue would fit into her. Suddenly Tina's body tightened and she moaned loudly in her sleep, flooding Todd's face with a torrent of her hot juices. Todd was eager to lick the juices dry and continue licking at his sister's sex, but she seemed a little reluctant to continue. Rolling to her side as her tail coiled under her and over her bits, hiding her from his relentless attention any longer. Todd licked his lips and took a deep breath, his mind racing with what he had just done and how wrong it was. What the elders would say if they knew, what his parents would say if they knew. He shuddered to think of how fast they would banish him. He slowly slipped up beside his sister, and rested against the mat just looking over her, thinking how lovely she was and how much he truly loved her. He wanted her to be his mate and so wished that the tribe would allow it. He knew better though, this was a onetime ordeal and he should put it out of his mind. Todd sighed softly as he curled up, not seeming to mind the raging erection that eating his sister out had given him as he slowly drifted off to sleep next to her, his dreams filled with those of a kinder world which would allow them to be together. Light filled the room as Tina laid back in her bed smiling to her brother as he jumped from one spot to the other to get to where she laid. Once beside her he slid up and kissed her deeply, his tongue pressing into her mouth and dancing with hers, making her feel so wonderfully special. She moaned softly as he was instantly between her legs, his rough tongue teasing her sex, it felt so wonderful so right so incredible. Tina closed her eyes as the tongue assaulted her passage, eliciting moans and grunts of pure bliss from her. She leaned up to look down at her brother, but something was strange about him. She tilted her head trying to figure it out as suddenly the head of a seviper raised from her sex, hissing at her. Tina squealed and tried to push herself back from it, clawing at the bed that seemed to be too slick for her to grab. The seviper gave a little hop and pressed it's head into her sex, stretching her wide as it wormed it's body inside of hers. Tina screamed as this had to be the most terrifying moment of her existence as she watched the beast slither deeper and deeper into her. Her body ached from pleasure as the Seviper moved until all that was left outside was the tail tip. She moaned as the wiggling frame of the seviper teased her in ways she had never thought possible as everything got brighter and brighter. Tina jump to all fours and looked around the little tent she was in. There was no bed, no seviper, her sex was not stretched to a horrible state, even though it was damp and dripping. It had been a nightmare. Slowly the events of the previous day rolled back into her mind, the hunt, the attack, the pain, the rescue. She felt the break in her foreleg and shifted off it, glad that the bones were protected. She glanced at her brother who laid beside her and noticed his shaft. Todd was apparently having a very good dream as he shifted and his hips gave little thrusts, the tip of his member having oozed all over the mat they laid on. Tina shivered, she loved her brother, and had always dreamed he would be her mate, even though they both knew it was considered immoral and wrong by the elders, and most of the tribe. She had to try though, hoping that perhaps she would be lucky, and he would sleep through it, while she got her first taste of her handsome brothers member. She slipped in close and Todd shifted a little, lifting his member from the mat. Tina sniffed at it, then hesitantly leaned in and licked the tip as if the touch of her tongue would wake her brother. Todd shivered and took a deep breath but continued to sleep as Tina took a second lick, the taste of the deep red member, not at all bad. Why she would almost say she like it, kinda salty and with a taste almost like iron. Tina dared to pull the tip of her brothers cock into her mouth and sucked on it, softly, like a baby sucking on its mothers teat. She was rewarded with a splash of pree into her muzzle as she pressed her head down a little farther, taking his shaft deeper into her mouth. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her senses were assaulted by her brothers hot male musk, making her pussy throb with her heart beat. She moaned softly about the member, her brother making little whimpering noises as she pressed deeper until the tip of his length hit the back of her throat and she sucked on it a moment, just savoring the feeling. Tina contemplated trying to take her brother farther, but her contemplation was short lived as Todd suddenly bucked his hips in his sleep, pressing the rest of his eight inch member down his sisters throat roughly. Tina nearly choked but was able to relax quickly and allow her brothers member access deeper inside. She started to slowly bob her head, pulling off until just the tip remained in her mouth then pressing down until she could kiss her brothers sheath, her nose rubbing into his balls and giving her a dose of his musk before she pulled back to repeat the process. Todd was in bliss, he was balls deep in his sisters pussy, his dreams letting him take here where he didn't believe he would ever be able to. He humped harder into his imagination, feeling the fire well inside him, starting deep in his balls then slowly worked its way up, the spark rolling up his member to the tip before his muscles contracted and he unloaded into his waiting sisters mound. Tina was caught completely off guard as the first shot of hot seed was fired right down her throat. She pulled back to catch a breath and the second shot found her mouth, where she was promptly forced to swallow as more and more hot cum flooded from the shaft. She thought of pulling free and slipped back from her brothers shaft, only to get a hot salty splatter over her muzzle before she clamped back on his cock, sucking and swallowing all she could before he finally relaxed. Tina giggled and sucked the tip of the member until no more seed leaked from it then pulled back. Taking a deep breath and belching loudly. 'Damn that tasted good' She thought and giggled. Tina slipped out of the tent slowly, looking both ways, she didn't want anyone to catch her with her brothers cum on her face. Luckily it was still dark outside and most of the tribe was asleep, hiding from the darkness. Only a few loyal Zangoose who stood watch for Seviper were awake. She quietly slipped to the well and drew a bucket of water to rinse her face in then a second to take back with her. She carried the water slowly and carefully, holding the specially made bucket handle in her mouth as she slipped back into the tent and placed the water by the fire to heat it. Todd woke up slowly and stretched as he looked around, noticing his sister. He rolled to his feet, completely oblivious to the act that had just taken place and slipped over to sit beside her, "Are you ok Tina?," He asked looking her over carefully. She nodded and smiled a little to him, not wanting to say anything just this second, fearing she would have the scent of his cum on her breath and he would find out what she had done. Todd smiled and gently examined her leg, "How's the leg, you took quite a beating from those Seviper, I was really worried about you." Todd smiled, as he gently pressed here and there to see how the leg was healing, feeling over the bones under the taunt furry skin and muscles. Tina giggled and pulled back trotting away from him toward a small cabinet where berries were kept. "I will be fine. Thank you for rescuing me. If you hadn't shown up, I.. well I might have died," She said as she opened the cabinet and got out two berries, slipping back over to her brother with them, she wasn't really hungry, but the thought of berry masking the scent of cum on her breath was promising. She dropped a berry at Todd's feet and sat down pulling hers up and tearing into it as if she was starving. Todd watched his sister a second, thinking she was acting a little strange, but shrugged it off. He pulled his berry up and began eating it as well. For a time Tina and Todd sat there in silence, exchanging glances, each wondering if the other knew what they had done, each scared someone else might find out, someone would know, someone would turn them in. It was Todd that broke the silence first with a smile toward his sister and cleared his throat before saying, "So, That was one awesome kill, I mean you sliced the head clean off that Seviper" He said trying to move the subject toward a lighter tone. Tina nodded a little finishing her berry and licking her claws before rinsing them in the warmed water by the fire. She took a deep breath, ready to confess to her brother everything, her feelings, her longings, the times alone when she would dream he was filling her, even the recent oral act, however as she turned to face him, that confidence shattered as if it had been made of glass and hit with a hammer. How could she tell him, it would drive him away he would think so horribly of her afterward. "I.. think I should rest more," Tina said slowly shaking her paws to dry them then slipped back over to the mat, noticing the little damp spot of pree on it and grinned inside a little before curling up beside it and yawning. Todd was dumbfounded, his sister looked at him so full of life and love then just as suddenly the life seemed to drain out of her before she had turned to sleep. What was she hiding from him. 'What the hell is going on.' Todd thought to himself as he watched his sister curdle up to sleep, 'This isn't like her at all.' He sighed and shrugged, slipping over to his sister's side, blinked at the little spot of pree as he noticed it and tensed suddenly. He slowly relaxed though, surely his sister hadn't seen it, should would have said something. 'Likely, eww you pervert' He thought to himself and sighed, using a paw to wipe the little smear up as best he could before laying down beside his sister, pressing his side to hers gently. He loved her so much that it hurt to think that one day, she wouldn't have him to protect her, that she would favor another male who may hurt her. He sighed softly again and pressed a little closer, leaning in to his sister who had all but drifted back off to dream land. "I will always be there for you sis, I promise, I love you with all my heart," He said, taking a deep breath and hoping she didn't hear him. He wondered inwardly if he really had wanted her to hear his words, he had felt he had to say it. He knew in his heart it was true and the truth of the fact guided him back to dream land and filled his heart with Light. \=============================================================== LOVE stirred in Tina's heart. It had been two says since her injury and she was finally back as a working part of the tribe. She had worked most of the day, gathering herbs and berries as the celebration of the hunt had a feast on its 4th day. The visions and thoughts of her brother, his shaft and what she would do to him the coming night filled her mind the entire day and distracted her. Several times she hid away in the forest to rub her poor sex just a little, being so hot and bothered. Luckily for her the ones she was working with passed her needy state off as part of her heat and didn't give it a second thought. The work had been long and the day hot, causing poor Tina to be thoroughly exhausted by the time she made it back to the hut her and Todd shared. She slipped in and laid down, resting in a pile of pillows that served as the bed the two slept in. Tonight she was going to do it again, she was going to wait for her brother to sleep and take his member into her mouth, to taste him again, she needed it, or so she thought. Todd had been doing more grunt work then Tina, savaging firewood for the feast the following day. Once things were in position he made his way home, slipping in and seeing Tina sleeping soundly already. He made his way over to her and nuzzled her side gently, of course Tina was going to play sleep until her brother passed out, so she shifted a little laying on her belly over a pillow another pulled up to prop her head up, with her little legs stretched out behind her. What happened next nearly made her gasp in surprise and delight, as Todd slid around and gently nuzzled at her sex lips. Tina was still in her heat, not as badly as two nights earlier but it was still quite obvious. Her eyes shot open and she laid there unmoving as Todd slipped in and kissed her sex then very softly drug his tongue over her outer lips. Tina moaned softly trying to make it seem as if she were still sleeping. Todd swallowed the bait, hook line and sinker as he pressed his nose to Tina's sex and his little tongue slowly found its way into her overheated folds working deeply and teasing her inner walls. He loved the texture of his sister's passage, it felt so interesting so nice, the forbidden territory which tasted so wonderful, as if she were made to be licked like this. Todd deliberately took his time savoring every moment of his attentions on his sister's passage, knowing in his mind he was only making her dream pleasant dreams and she had no knowledge of what he was doing; he moved to extend her pleasure as long as he could. He had no idea how wrong he was. Tina thought she was going to lose her mind, the feelings of her brother's tongue probing her most intimate locations felt like a wand of pure pleasure being rubbed between her legs. She bit the pillow she was laying against, trying desperately to keep still as her brother licked here and there then suddenly his lips came down and sealed around her clit hood, his tongue pressed in between the little flap of flesh and her hard little nub. Tina couldn't hold back and squealed as she cam rocking her hips back against Todd who was still oblivious to his sister's state of awareness as he continued to lick her passage deeply for several seconds, his tongue gathering up all the hot juices it could, most of them splattering his face however. Tina groaned and finally pulled from her brother, "What are you doing dear brother?" She asked him in her sweetest most genuinely surprised voice she could muster. Todd sat strait up, his member hard as a rock and jutting from his sheath. His mouth moved but no words came as the look of sheer terror on his face suggested you could have knocked him over with a feather. Tina grinned and slowly turned slipping closer to her brother and without a word kissed him full on the lips. The kiss was brief and she tasted her own juices on his breath before she slid down, kissing the tip of his member. Todd was lost, he had just got caught eating his sister out, and rather than scold him, or turn him in to the elders, she kissed him, and now he moaned loudly as her lips met his member then slowly slid down around it. Tina pressed down feeling her brother's long shaft slip down her throat just like last time, and she swallowed around it, electing a moan of pleasure from Todd. She slowly pulled back and started to bob her head just like last time, forcing more moans and whines of pleasure from Todd. Suddenly Tina gasped as Todd shifted, mounting her head and began thrusting his hips, shoving his member down her throat, nearly making her gasp as he started to hump into her mouth greedily. Tina gawked and coughed, but soon learned the rhythm that her brother was setting and rocked with his thrusts, his balls slapping her chin each time he would rock forward. She closed her eyes and let him ravage her mouth, a feeling stirring deep inside her as he did. She was enjoying it, no not just enjoying, she loved the feeling of her brothers hot cock filling her throat as it slid into her again and again. The feeling of being used by her brother as he wrapped his forelegs around her shoulders and rocked into her. Todd was in heaven as he humped against his sister, pressing deeply as the fire started in his balls and ran up his shaft, the first thick blast of cum splattering down his sisters throat. She pulled back quickly to get a blast in her mouth then off her brother's cock, pumping it as he emptied his balls on her face, making her moan in pleasure. Todd slowly slipped from his sister and sat on the floor beside her, his cum dripping from her face as she grined at him. He swallowed, "D.. did you know b.. both times?" He asks her his voice a little shaky "Both?" Tina asked with a start, guessing her brother was awake last time she sucked him off, "You were stone cold asleep last time I sucked you bro" She said looking at him. Todd blinked again, "Last time? I.. I meant.." He giggled as he realized what had happened, "You sucked me off before didn't you?" He asks testing his theory. Tina nodded as the two shared the stories of the first times they had teased the other both laughing a little before Todd looked to his sister, "Tina, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Tina shivered and nodded to her brother, "I love you too, but we can't be together here, you know that," She said looking at him her eyes telling him all he needed to know. "Then we will leave, tomorrow after the feast, you will announce that you wish to go off into the world to seek a place free from the Seviper, You will go and I will be your body guard, You are allowed to choose one member to accompany you when you leave." Todd said with a proud grin on his face. Tina nodded and kissed her brother again before washing up. She slid to him and gently cuddled up close, not caring if they were found, she loved her brother with all her heart. He loved her as well and gently pulled her against him, the closeness causing his male bits to stir. The two slept that night, dreaming of what the following day would hold. \======================================================= The following day came as Tina spoke with the elders, explaining her desire to leave. She had prepared a departing statement, as those who became adults were allowed to do and made her proposal. The elders conversed and decided it was customary to send a young warrior out to make a name for themselves in the world at the end of the hunting feast and agreed that Tina would be that warrior due to the incredible ordeal she had survived. The feast began with much dancing and singing and music from specially made instruments. Tina hurried to Todd and explained that her request had been granted. Todd leaned in and kissed his sister deeply. He grinned and whispered that they should find a place to 'celebrate'. Tina scolded and poked his side, noting there were too many around that would notice them walking off together. Near the end of the feast Tina was called to a raised platform and announced her wishes to depart giving the lengthy speech about her time with the tribe, who she loved and would miss and how she would bring honor to her people. This was followed with who she had chosen as her body guard. Todd slipped up beside her and formally agreed, much to the cheering of the tribe as they watched the two. As was customary the elders each blessing them in their own way and they were given supplies, gifts of well being and a special hut to rest in and prepare for the journey. They slept peacefully that night, each feeling so much love for the other that they felt their hearts would burst. The following morning was a joyful gathering to see the young warriors off, on a quest to kinder lands where they could be together in life and LOVE. \====================================================== Todd and Tina traveled over the plains that surrounded their village, leaving behind friends, family and everyone they had ever known, for the love they felt for each other. Journey wasn't easy, however with each having the other to support them, the challenges they faced seemed less severe. They hadn't partaken of each other's love since they left home, and after setting up a camp during their 7th night out Tina decided it was time to share a decision with Todd. "You want to what?" Todd asked, both confused and surprised at what his sister had just proposed to him. Tina smiled, "I want to change our names. This will be it, be the final barrier that ties us to who we were, I want to leave all that behind and be someone new. Someone special with you." She said, gently leaning against her brother's side. Todd smiled and nodded, "Alright, so what do we change them too, just something random?" He asked looking at his sister as the small fire they had crackled and popped its encouragement for them. Tina smiled, "Tell you what, I will pick a name for you and you pick one for me, and we will accept them no questions, but, we will write them down first, so we can't change them if we don't like the name we pick for each other." She said looking at Todd who nodded and slipped from his sister. They both took a little time thinking up a name for the other, it was decided the names should have special meaning to them alone and be in their native language, not the common that most spoke. Todd looked at his sister as he clawed the last of the Name he had chosen into the dirt and smiled, "Alright I have your new name sis," he said as his smile spread into a grin, "and I hope you like it." Tina giggled, "Yes and I have yours. You go first bro" She said with anticipation. "Oh no," Todd said with a grin, "Ladies first, you know that" He chuckled at what he thought was his wit and looked at his sister who huffed then grinned. "Alright, for you dear brother, I chose Nagai Yari, a strong warrior's name." She said with a giggle. Nagai Yari meaning long spear in their native language and she thought it had a bit of sexual innuendo in it. Nagai however had the same idea in mind. "Alright," Nagai said with a grin, "and for you my dear sister, I chose a suitable, fair females name. Nureta Hana." He said with a grin, Nureta Hana meaning wet flower in their tongue. They giggled at the name change and moved to hug each other as tightly as they could; feeling as if they were one and nothing could ever tear them apart. Nureta smiled at her brother, kissed him softly and then whispered, "Nagai, I want you to make me your mate, please. We have shed everything we knew and held dear to be together. Let's make it official." Her body pressed close to his and held him tightly to her as she spoke. Nagai looked at his sister and grinned, "Are you sure you are ready to go that far sis.. I won't force something like that on you, you know that. I'll only agree if you're asking for this for you and not because you think it is something I want, I am content to just be with you." Nureta giggled and kissed her brother with a slow deep kiss, letting her tongue part his lips and slip into his mouth, gently finding her brothers tongue and entwining her own with his before pulling back. She pushed from her brother and stepped a few paces from him before swishing her tail left then right and up and to the side, revealing her black lipped sex standing out against her white fur. The blackened lips were shining and sparkling in the dancing light from the fire as she looked over her shoulder, "Come claim me bro, please." She all but begged. Nagai didn't need a second invitation as his deep red member hardened quickly, slipping from its sheath and out to its full nine inches of thick zangoose maleness. He took a step forward and leaned in, inhaling his sisters thick intoxicating scent before his tongue snaked free from his mouth and danced over her jet folds, which twitched and caused drops of his sister's nectar to fall to the ground. "You're still in heat," He stated as he licked his sisters sex again. Nureta only nodded to her brother, "Yes, and I want you to mate me, claim me as your mate forever and give me your kits to show how much our bond means." She said, slowly wiggling her hips for him as her black lipped sex winked at her brother, "Now, mount up big bro, and show little sis what a real Zangoose warrior can do." Nagai quickly pulled back and hefted himself up over the near perfect hips his sister had presented to him, caressing them with his paws before working his way forward until the pointed tip of his member finally bumped his sisters needy folds, "This is your last chance to back out sis, after this there is no turning back, no returning, this makes it official forever." Nureta seemed to get impatient waiting for her brother to begin his life binding mating. She shifted her forelegs a little, making Nagai slip and slide forward his member spearing into his sisters sex as he slid until his sheath rested right in against her black lipped sex. Nureta's eyes went wide, this was meant to feel good, but instead the pain that erupted from her sex was incredible. Nagai on the other paw was in heaven; his sister's liquid heat enveloped his shaft in a hot grip of pure bliss. His instincts took over and he began thrusting as pleasure blurred his mind. Nureta gasped as Nagai began thrusting, she didn't think the pain could get any worse, but it did, flaring like fire as she went to pull away from her brother. Nagai was having none of it however as his forelegs wrapped around her waist and held her firmly in place. His hard member pistoned into her depths rapidly, the powerful thrusts jarring Nureta's body with every contact between her hips and her brothers. The extreme pain soon faded however and was quickly replaced by the most intense pleasure Nureta had ever felt in her life as her brother slammed his hips in to hers over and over again. Nagai began to thrust harder into his sister's quivering passage, a small puddle of her juices forming between her hind legs from how wet she was. His balls slapped at her clit as he moved thrusting even harder as if he were trying to press more of himself into her body. His frenzied thrusting caused his sister's dripping passage to make wet sucking sounds as he moved; both fully into the pleasure now, only wanting it to continue. A loud gasping cry slipped from Nureta's lips as her passage suddenly flooded with her juices and clamped down on Nagai's shaft like a vice. The tightening of muscles and rippling of the slick passage he was filling was far too much for Nagai to handle, his member swelled a little before flooding his sisters passage with hot zangoose cum, pumping load after load into her. Nureta panted a little, taking beep labored breaths from the climax with her brother before he suddenly pulled back and began thrusting into her overheated passage again. Nureta's eyes went wide and she looked back at her brother who kissed her and whispered, "If we want to make sure you have a littler, we should make sure there is enough cum in you." He teased her as his hips slapped against hers. "Ohhh.. Don't you think you put enough in there already?" Nureta teased, but that was all it was. She didn't want her brother to ever stop; she could spend the rest of her life right here with him, making mad passionate love for eternity if it were possible. She took a deep breath and began rocking back against him again, her passage tighter than previously due to her recent climax, but that didn't slow Nagai down as his powerful thrusts jabbed his member deeply into his sister's heat. The pair moaned in unison as Nagai picked up speed, his sisters wet sex so wet that the sounds of feral rutting echoed through the small clearing. His previous load of cum was churned into a frothy white foam and forced from Nureta's passage to drip to the ground in long sticky ribbons as Nagai's balls slapped it and caused it to splatter in all directions. Nagai tensed as he pressed deeply into his sister, nearly lifting her hips from the ground with his hard member and powerful thrusts as he exploded into her passage with a second load of cum. A unique aspect of zangeese is that they can cum several times during a mating and always retain the same heavy, massive load of cum from every climax. Of course Nagai's second load of cum was just as copious as his first, the added heat inside Nureta's sex again pushed her over the edge and into a second climax. The pair panted, resting there for a second as Nagai playfully bit one of Nureta's long ears and chewed on it. Nureta turned her head and kissed her brother deeply. Frothy ribbons of cum slowly cropped from the joined sexes to the ground as the pair shared a deep loving kiss, tongues entwining softly before being pulled back. Nureta whispered, "I love you bro," softly to Nagai who grinned, beaming with love and pride before Nureta suddenly rolled. The experience was both pleasing and surprising to Nagai who found his sisters passage suddenly twisting around his member until she managed to roll on to her back, now laying in the puddle of mixed juices, her brothers cock still inside her sex, "Come on Nagai, Give me another, and I'll lay like this so it all stays inside." She said with a giggle and pulled her forepaws up and around Nagai, who was still recovering slightly from the last climax. That was of course until Nureta started wiggling her hips, making her inner muscles slide over his throbbing shaft. Nagai moaned loudly and his hips were slowly coaxed into thrusting into his sisters sloppy passage again. He groaned and kissed his sister gently as this angle seemed to let him get a little deeper inside her as he could feel the tip of his member bumping her cervix deep inside with evey thrust now. This only served to encourage him to hump harder and faster into his sister. Nureta was moaning in pleasure as her brothers member reached deeper bits inside her then it had before, bumping something that would send sparks up her spine from the intense pleasure. Every time Nagai would hilt himself inside her she would squeal with the pleasure that shot through her body. She gripped at his shoulders with her forepaws, her claws gently pressing against his back, as he humped into her with fervor. His member forced hot cum to froth out of her sex and make thick foam around her opening. Nagai raised up a little as his thrusting increased in intensity allowing Nureta to look down between their bodies and watch her brothers glistening member vanishing into her passage with every inward stroke. Time seemed to slow for a second and she could make out the strands of thick foamy cum that clung to his balls and crotch as he pulled back from her body until just the tip of his shaft remained inside. The member pulsated with his heartbeat, shining from the light of the fire, seconds before he would plunge back into her passage, sending tiny droplets of the frothy cum flying in all directions and hitting that spot deep inside her that made her melt in the heat. Suddenly Nagai thrust hard, the tip of his member hitting and slipping just inside his sister's womb before he flooded the inside of her with another copious load of hot cum. This was a new feeling for Nureta, as Nagai painted her womb with his hot seed; the pleasure was almost over powering. The entire forest seemed to fade from existence for her. The only things in the black void where her and Nagai as her climax hit her again, her passage flexing hard and her body contracting, making her womb try to expand and suck Nagai's member just a little farther inside, pulling the hot cream flood he was giving her deeply in and storing it. Nagai was a little surprised by the strong suctions his sister's womb placed on his member and soon after finishing his climax he pulled back, stumbled a little and flopped to his back, laying there panting as his still hard member leaked a little cum form the tip, having cum so many times so quickly. Nureta didn't seem ready to quit however and after a quick rest rolled to her feet and crawled over to her brother, licking at the froth of cum that coated his sheath and balls. Nagai groaned, "Not had enough yet?" he teased as his sisters mouth found the tip of his member and slide down around it, sucking it into the warm confines of her throat. Nagai thought he was going to be fucked to death tonight by a sister in heat, but then again, 'what a way to go,' he thought to himself as Nureta started to bob her head up and down his member, her tail flagged behind her, as cum ran from her passage in thick ribbon stream. A paw soon found Nagai's balls and rubbed the poor little orbs, which were working so hard to satisfy a sister's lust as she pressed down hard, letting his large member slip down her throat until she kissed his sheath and licked past her lips into it gently but only for a second before pulling back and bobbing her head more. Nagai's forepaws soon slipped up to his sisters head and caressed her ears as her tongue swirled around his shaft as if it were a lollipop, teasing evey bit of it from base to tip over and over again. 'This is the best night of my life,' he thought quietly as his sister pressed down deeply on his shaft again and squeezed his balls softly with her free paw. Nureta slowly pulled up and was rewarded with a spurt of pree in her mouth, deciding she wanted to see what it 'felt' like she worked harder against her brother, bobbing her head quickly and sucking hard. Nagai felt his pleasure building so quickly, his love for his sister, and the sight of her sucking his member driving him towards another climax as he tensed a little, "Oh Nureta, I am g.. going to..." He tried to warn her but all he succeeded in doing was make her suck harder. She felt a familiar vibration in the base of his member that signaled he was about to cum and pulled back, working her paw around the base of his member and licking the tip to coax him over the edge. The tactic worked as Nagai howled in pleasure and set hot roped of cum splattering across Nureta's face. This is what she wanted, the feeling of her brothers hot seed splattering her muzzle as rope after rope shot from his shaft to cling to another part of her face. She pulled back and flopped to the side panting heavily as they both took a little bit to fully recover. Nagai decided if he was going to go, he was going to make the most of it and rolled to his feet, his member still hard and dripping from the action so far. He slowly climbed over Nureta and bumped her hip with his shaft, eliciting a tired grunt from her as she turned her head to look at him. "All that and you want to go again, one of the two of us is going to die from all this sex." She teased as he shifted and the tip of his member touched her tail hole. "Well I don't know about that, but I do know I want to try something different." Nagai said as he gave a gentle but firm thrust with his hips, his member spreading his sister's tail hole before smoothly sliding in, the orifice already coated with cum from both of them, easily lubing the way for the invading shaft. Nureta gasped as her brother slid easily into her tail hole and stretched it out around his member. Having been taken several times and having had that in her mouth, she never realized just how huge it was until it was shoved into her tail. Nagai closed his eyes and slowly began to thrust into his sister's rear, rocking into her firmly before slipping back out, his balls now slapping her stretched and abused sex with every thrust. He would press in slowly taking his time, not wanting to hurt his sister, but had wanted to try this with her since they started pleasing each other. Nureta on the other paw was very confused. The stretching felt strange, not painful, but different, there was a different pressure on her passage which sent a new kind of pleasure through her, and as her brothers balls smacked her outer lips she felt shocks of pleasure run through her and groaned. Nagai worked his hips in and out slowly humping his shaft into his sister rear harder, slowly increasing the pace and force behind his thrusting as her rear seemed to slowly adjust and let him speed up. Nureta was gradually getting into the strange feelings her brother was giving her and started rocking back against him, clenching her rear around his shaft now as he thrust into her, stretching her little tail hole just a little farther. Nagai groaned in the pleasure, the extra tightness of his sister's rear pulling another climax from him, he could feel it already building in his pelvis as he humped into her and suddenly pulled back his member slipping from her rear fully. He held there for a second, just long enough for Nureta to look back and open her mouth as if to ask if anything was wrong then he thrust into her passage, burying his length into her sloppy sex and began humping hard, as fast as his hips would allow him. The open mouth of his sister turned into a moan and he caught her, pulling her into a deep kiss as he slammed his hips into hers forcefully. Wet, lewd squishing noises came as Nureta all but screamed into the kiss as she came again, her passage spasming around her brother's member. This was more than enough incentive for Nagai who pressed hard into his sister and moaned as another load of hot cum flooded his sister's already overflowing passage. Heavy panting echoed from the two as Nureta slumped to the ground, Nagai's twitching member still inside her and him laying on her back as they took deep labored breaths in unison. After several long moments Nagai finally spoke up, "So, did you enjoy your night sis?" he asked with a smile. The answer was a snort from Nureta who pulled out from under him, leaving Nagai with a dripping hard member, standing over a small puddle of cum. "The night isn't over dear brother," Nureta said as she kissed him then pulled her head down and slipped between his forelegs, sliding back until she could get at his member and licked it. Nagai looked around at his sister and blinked. "What are you doing sis?" He asked as she kissed his shaft, it almost felt to him as if he were mounting her face as she licked his shaft. "I want you to take me, just like if I was turned around, and don't hold back." She said with a giggle sliding in and pulling the tip of her brother's cock into her mouth and sucking on it. Nagai swallowed, this was different, but he decided to give it an experimental try and gripped around his sister's shoulders, gently giving a thrust. His member slipped smoothly down his sister's throat until his hips softly bumped her nose and she moaned around his length making it vibrated in her throat. Nureta held still as Nagai pulled back and thrust into her throat again, the feeling not unlike her moving to suck him off, only he was in control now and she loved it. Nagai took a deep breath and started to thrust into his sister's throat as if it were his personal pleasure hole. Nureta on the other paw braced herself letting her brother take her throat and hump into it as he pleased, sucking around his shaft when she had the chance with his movements. Nagai groaned as his hips slid back and forth, this was indeed a new experience for him as his throbbing overheated shaft slipped down his sister's throat again and again. Nureta rubbed her tongue over the underside of his member and murred when she could to vibrate her brothers cock more. The vibrations and heat of this new strange position were quickly bringing Nagai closer to another peak but the thing that sent him over the top was his sister balancing on one paw and reaching up with the other to gently rub his balls. Nagai stiffened and his member twitched before flooding his sister's throat with yet another load of hot cum. She pulled back swallowing a few coupes loads before pulling back and licking at the shooting shaft, letting what was left of the jets of cum to splatter her face again and moaned softly, "Damn Nagai.. this is so wonderful." Nagai went to push himself off his sister and slipped rolling to the side and landing on his back. Soon after his landing Nureta had pounced him and was laying belly to belly with him kissing him lovingly, "I love you so much Bro, so much.. I never want to be apart from you, ever." With that she reached down, and grabbed Nagai's aching member before lining it up and pressing herself down on him. Nagai moaned loudly and gasped as his sister sat up on his hips, his member deep inside her again as she started to slide up and down, bounding on him, causing his shaft to slip in and out of her wet passage. Nureta slowly lifted herself then just dropped back down on her brother's member moaning loudly as she worked harder against him. The bouncing forced Nagai's legs farther apart and allowed his member to press deeply into his sister's well used passage. Nagai moaned loudly as his member squished into his sister's hot passage and he rolled his hips, starting to thrust upwards into his sister's heat. His paws gently found her hips and pulled her downward as she worked over him, his member twitching and drooling pree into his sister's hot passage once more tonight. Nureta rocked down against her brother, her passage so messy now that a splattering of mixed seed was herd with every thrust. Nureta came first, her passage tightening and rippling over her brother's member, her juices flooding over her his crotch, which soon followed her climax with one of its own, shooting more, hot cum her. Nureta leaned down and panted against her brother looking at him, "This is the best night of my life." She said taking a deep breath and looked into her brothers eyes. The glint there in told her this night was far from over... \================================================= Nureta awoke to rain drops. She lifted her body which still had cum clinging to knots in her fur here and there from the intense night her and her brother had partaken of. Nagai, the lucky one, had ended up on his back under a limb partially, his hips out in the rain, and the water having cleaned most of his lower body. Nureta giggled as she slipped over and licked her brother's balls to wake him with a groan. "I think we should find someplace to get out of the rain and dry up love." Nureta whispered to Nagai, who sat up, his ears causing a heavy, large leaf over his head to tip and drench his upper body with the water it was holding. "Pfft.. Sure sis.. Where do you suggest?" Nagai asked as his sister started off, a little wobble in her walk, and Nagai could see why, her poor sex was still stretched from the massive mating the previous night and he had to give a little chuckle as he followed. A large tree with a hallow core was found that seemed to keep most of the rain out. The pair shook themselves as dry as they could and cuddled up together, resting, loving each other more than they could express. The rain howled outside and lighting crashed as the storm picked up. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. ========== ((Soon to be Part 5 here, check back))
The Journey Chapter 9: Team Prime by LucarioGuy15	#9 of The Journey Book 1: Kanto Team Rocket is back! And they're gone again! And for the last time too apparently. Meh, good riddance. Now, who are these Team Prime guys!? - DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon or anything related to it, although it was pretty awesome if I did. However, characters and	[ "Ash Ketchum", "Lucario", "Plot Development", "Plot Progression", "Pokemon", "Riolu", "Story Development", "Story Progression", "Team Rocket", "The Journey" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464405-the-journey-chapter-9-team-prime	DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon or anything related to it, although it was pretty awesome if I did. However, characters and plot are mine. You can use them but let me know first and credit me for them OK? Leon stared in shock as the TV screen was filled with thick black smoke. 'What the hell!?' Some other patrons of the restaurant echoed his shout. The TV commentator was frantically trying to find an explanation. Then, from the midst of smoke came a female voice. 'Prepare for trouble, it's good to be back!' Another voice, this one male, answered. 'And make it double, we're still dressed in black!' Leon groaned. 'Not these clowns again!' He knew those lines. He had heard them more than once on his life and when he did it always meant trouble. A Meowth-shaped air balloon appeared from the smoke, two people and two Pokémon standing on the basket. The Pokémon were a Meowth and a Wobbuffet. The two people inside the balloon wore black costumes with red R's stamped on their fronts. To the left was a tall woman with really long crescent-shaped red hair. To the left was a tall man with short blue hair. 'To protect the world from twerpish devastation!' The woman said. 'Arceus I hate these mottos.' Leon commented, sighing. 'To defeat all meddling kids within our nation!' The man continued. 'To capture Pikachu without truth or love!' 'And finally extend our reach to the stars above!' 'Jessie!' The woman presented herself. 'And James!' The man presented himself in turn. 'Team Rocket! Making one last try at the speed of light!' The woman picked up. 'Surrender your Pokémon now or prepare to fight!' The man finished. 'Meowth! That's right!' The Meowth said, jumping to his partners' shoulders, forming a pyramid. 'What do you mean these clowns again?' Kairi asked, looking at the new developments with a raised eyebrow. 'These guys tried to attack Professor Oak's lab and steal Pokémon more than once when I was working there!' He answered. 'They're thieves!' On Indigo Plateau, Jessie laughed. 'Ah, it's good to be back on the action!' James nodded. 'We were rotting back at the HQ. This is way more fun.' 'Team Rocket! What do you want this time?' Ash yelled at them. 'Ha! What we always want!' Jessie scoffed. 'Hand us over your Pokémon!' 'We thought "Let's do it! And let's put everything we got into one last try!"' James said. 'If we can't do it this time we never will!' 'Now, twerp!' Meowth exclaimed. 'Fork over all your and the Gym Leader's and the Elite Four's Pokémon and we promise not to hurt any civilian!' He said, clicking something on a remote he held. Immediately, four cannons came from each of the sides of the balloon's basket, aiming at the crowd. The crowd started to panic, running for the exits. Meowth flicked a switch and every entrance was blocked by steel bars. Ash gritted his teeth. He slumped his shoulders down in defeat. He couldn't risk Team Rocket hurting any civilians. He looked at Pikachu and Charizard. They shook their heads. Confused, he looked at his fellow Gym Leaders and Elite Four. They all either nodded or made some sort of affirmative gesture. Gary and Brock looked seriously at him. Misty squeezed his hand. Blaine discretely gave him the thumbs up, smiling wickedly. The crowd was silent, waiting for something, anything, to happen. 'So? What are you waiting for twerp!?' Meowth barked. Mr. Goodshow stepped forward, his usually calm face distorted by rage. He looked positively frightening. 'My ignorant little friend, if there is something you need to learn, is that we at Pokémon League will never, ever, let crooks like you to get what they want!' In one single motion everyone released all their Pokémon at the same time. Forty-two Pokémon emerged in a flash of blinding white light. Team Rocket's cannons shot into the crowd, smoke billowing from their muzzles. The crowd shrieked as the projectiles headed their way. Suddenly, a bright purple light shone around each of the missiles. They stopped in mid-air. Sabrina and her Pokémon were glowing with the same light. 'Is that all?' She asked, almost bored. She did a wave motion downwards with her hands and the missiles gently fell down, deactivated, the light around her and her Pokémon dimming. 'What!? This can't be!' Jessie said in shock. 'Meowth! Do something!' James demanded, looking warily at the Pokémon army below them. 'It's no use, time for plan B!' He said, ditching the controller and pulling a large burlap sack. 'B for backup!' He said. Jessie clapped. 'Perfect! Way to go Meowth!' 'We've tracked down every single Pokémon we've owned and released or traded away.' James said smugly. 'We now have an army of our own!' 'Bombs away!' Meowth said, dumping the burlap sack overboard. A rain of Pokéballs fell onto the arena below. Everyone got ready for battle. The crowd cheered for the Pokémon League members. Then, suddenly, the Pokéballs stopped in mid-air. Everyone looked at Sabrina but she looked as shocked as everyone else. Leon's eyebrow rose. 'What the?' The crowd fell silent. Even Mr. Goodshow seemed surprised. In the silence that followed, the huge screen in the middle of the arena suddenly lit up. A man's face, shrouded in darkness, grinned. 'Greetings Kantonese citizens.' He said with pleasant voice. However, something in it made Leon shudder, like threats veiled under promises of wealth and power. Ash took a step forward. 'Who in the name of Arceus are you?' He asked, shouting at the screen. 'Ah, the new Champion. How pitiful. I am the leader of Team Prime.' The shadow answered. 'We are searching for something. Something that will change the world as you know it. We won't harm a single soul in our endeavor. However,' His grin took a more evil look. 'if anyone tries to stop us, I'll make sure that that someone will never be heard of again. It is your choice. Either you give us free reign or we'll destroy you. Simple as that.' Leon, Pierce and the other restaurant clients stared in shock. This couldn't be happening, this man was a madman! 'Hey! This is our show!' Jessie protested. 'Yeah, let our Pokémon go this instant!' James demanded. The shadow sighed at their interruption. 'As proof that I am not making empty threats, I shall dispose of these inconveniences.' He said, snapping his fingers. Immediately the suspended Pokéballs were flung against the balloon, puncturing it. One of them hit the gas thruster, making it explode. Everyone took cover as flaming debris rained down on the arena. Team rocket and their Pokémon were shot from the explosion, disappearing into the night sky. Every door in the Stadium opened again. The silhouette laughed. 'Now you know what we are capable of! So I suggest you think this thoroughly. Until next time.' He said, the screen flaring with static then turning off. No one moved for a while. Then Mr. Goodshow took the microphone. 'My fellow citizens.' He began, his voice laced with worry. 'It appears that we are under the threat of a lunatic. We do not know the full extent of his power. As such, I urge that anyone who has any contact with this Team Prime does not try to confront them. Please leave this to the World League and the International Police. We will not stop until we can apprehend this subject.' He paused. 'I fear dark times are coming upon us.' He said with a hint of sadness. 'Please, orderly and without panic, go home to your families now.' He finished and left the arena, accompanied by Ash and the Elite Four, while the Gym Leaders helped everyone out. \* \* \* Leon's mind was racing. 'What could these guys want that made them think a full on attack against Indigo Plateau was necessary?' Because basically that's what they did. Not only did they hack the Stadium's systems to broadcast their leader's message, they also showed off how powerful they were, backing the League into a corner. Leon looked at his companions. Kairi looked slightly apprehensive. Miles just stared defiantly at the emptying Stadium. Scythe was expressionless and Pierce looked like he was deep in thought. Finally Pierce got up. 'No point in sticking around.' He said. 'I'm off to bed.' And he left without another word, followed by Scythe. Leon sat there, still slightly shell-shocked. He picked up Kairi and Miles and started walking to his room. 'What will happen now?' Kairi asked. Leon sighed. 'Honestly, I don't know. Let's hope Ash and the other Champions can do something about it.' He said, unlocking their room. Miles flew off to roost on the lamp. Leon sat Kairi on the bed. Remembering something, he went to his backpack and extracted the diary he bought before entering the Viridian Forest. He had forgotten about it and still had yet to write something. It was quite late when he finished. He yawned, strip down to his jeans and slipped under the covers next to Kairi. \* \* \* The yellow-clad woman laughed as she saw the confusion she sowed in the Stadium. This was entertaining. Better than being stuck in the lab all day. Lucifer would be pleased. They hadn't planned for Team Rocket to show up but it all worked for the best. The idiotic humans actually thought it was he who caused the Pokéballs to stop in mid-air and blew up the balloon. How could they be so stupid!? 'Number II return to base. Lucifer wants to see you.' Came the order from her intercom. Wiping a tear of mirth, she Teleported away, a flash of light being the only thing people saw. \* \* \* James sighed. 'Ah well. We tried.' He said with a hint of sadness as they flew through the night sky. Jessie nodded. 'I guess it's time to retire and live our happily ever after.' She said with the same hint of sadness. 'Speaking of which.' James said, twisting in mid-air and taking a small black box from his pocket. 'Jessie, will you marry me?' He asked, revealing a small golden ring with a really small diamond on it. Jessie's eyes widened. 'James? How could you even afford that!?' She asked incredulously. 'Yeah!' Meowth intervened. James grinned sheepishly. 'I had to save for quite a few years.' He answered rubbing the back of his head embarrassed. Jessie hugged him tightly in mid-air. 'Of course I will!' She said, tears threatening to flow. James, slightly surprised, hugged her back, the ring almost falling. 'At least something good came from this.' He said, chuckling. 'You know what's missing right?' Meowth asked. 'Indeed.' James answered with a smile. 'Looks like Team Rocket is blasting off for the last time!' They chorused cheerfully. 'Wobbaaaaaa!' Wobbuffet added, doing his salute.
Coming Home by BaisteachCeilteach	# [Ch1 Sweet Embrace: Coming Home](%5C) # [Ch2 Sweet Embrace: Going Away](%5C) \\\\ Kody is once again looking into the past. He remembers all of the good times shared between him and his mate, and the momory of Dustin's return comes back to haunt him. \\\\ Kody stared blankly at the tree	[ "Panther", "Short", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9782-coming-home	[Ch1 Sweet Embrace: Coming Home](%5C) ========== [Ch2 Sweet Embrace: Going Away](%5C) ========== \\\\ Kody is once again looking into the past. He remembers all of the good times shared between him and his mate, and the momory of Dustin's return comes back to haunt him. \\\\ Kody stared blankly at the tree just outside the window. He had loved to sit under the tree whenever he got an excuse to go outside. Kody's eyes were just hollow and drained of emotion as he watched an unknown rottie pass behind the tree in front of his eyes. It had been almost a week since he had moved or even attempted to move from the floor under the window. The memories of what had happened sneaking up on him almost every time his eyes met the tree outside. His ears were held close to his head as the pain flooded his body yet again. A single tear fell to the ground as the last few days replayed in his mind. \\\\ Kody jumped with joy as he awoke to a knock at the door. It was two in the morning and Kody knew exactly who it was right outside the door. His mind racing as he pulled on some boxers and frantically reached out to open the door. "Hi baby!" A deep voice and loving voice said as Kody's chest was constricted by a hug from his mate. "Welcome home sweetie!" That was all Kody could manage to slip out before his muzzle was pressed into Dustin's muzzle. Dustin broke the kiss after what seemed like an eternity. He grabbed his things and started to say, "Are you going to let me..." Kody felt the redness jetting into his face. Before Dustin could finish his sentence Kody grabbed one of his bags and said "Oh...of course love..." \\\\ Dustin took off his work stained clothing as Kody sat at the end of their bed. "I thought you were not coming home for a few more months?" Kody said in almost a whisper. He was curious but didn't care much at the same time; the pure joy of his mate being back masking his concern. "Well...we were in town...I just wanted to see you..." Dustin said in a shallow and almost hurt voice. "I am glad you are home sweetie." Dustin grabbed a towel off of the shelf and smiled sweetly at his mate. With a playful wink from the panther, and a soft chuckle, Dustin walked into the bathroom saying, "I love you baby!" Kody just barely said, "I love you too..." as the door shut and the sound of running water filled the room. Kody prepared their bed for both of them; adding two extra pillows for his mate. Kody knew that he wouldn't need any pillows with his mate lying in the bed, but he always put out extra pillows just in case. He slipped out of his boxers again and snuggled under the covers just as the sound of water stopped. Dustin dried off quickly and walked out into the room to join his mate. Dustin turned off the lights and slipped into the bed with his mate. Kody let Dustin lay completely down so he could look at him closely. Shortly after his mate got fully comfortable, Kody laid his head into Dustin's soft and fresh chest fur. He breathed deeply as he watched Dustin fall asleep and he shortly joined him after whispering, "I love you." Dustin's arms wrapping him tightly and pushing his whole body closer to his mate. \\\\ The morning hours passed in a blur, both of them waking and pulling on some shorts. Dustin and Kody sharing a good-morning kiss before both of them headed downstairs. The afternoon drew closer and Dustin went outside to sit under the tree in the front. Kody prepared both of them lunch and went outside to sit next to Dustin. "Here ya go baby...I made you lunch..." Kody said smiling as his mate looked into his eyes. "Oh thanks love...it looks wonderful." Dustin said with a giggle. They ate slowly; Dustin giggling as he looked around, more interested in other things. Kody sat his food aside as he put his paw over his mates shoulder. "What is wrong sweetie?" Dustin shifted quickly trying to fight back his tears; not wanting to make Kody cry. "Umm...it is...don't worry about...," Dustin shaking in fear as he let his eyes drift into Kody's. "Its alright baby...you can tell me anything..." Kody said starting to get nervous himself. Dustin held onto Kody's paw tightly still unsure if he wanted to tell Kody the truth. "C'mon Dustin...I will still love you no matter what...it is really okay..." Kody said watching the single tear falling to the ground. "Please Dustin...what is wrong?" Kody now frantically trying to know what was hurting his mate so badly. "I...promise you wont...I..." Dustin struggled to get his words to flow as if nothing was wrong. "I...I have...cancer..." Kody's heart dropped from his chest as his ears fell close to his head. "Are you sure...who told you..." Kody talked and gasped with every passing word; Dustin now crying and gripping Kody's paw tighter than before. \\\\ Kody snapped back into reality only to see that it was dark again. Tears rolled down his face wetting his fur. Reluctantly he stared out the window; not wanting this painful vision to go on. He sat quietly until he opened his muzzle and relinquished his tears; letting them dry onto his fur again. "I love you Dustin," were the only words that had passed through his lips this whole week. He closed his eyes and lay onto the cold and hard ground. Falling asleep quickly as he whimpered from the lack of warmth Dustin used to provide when he was home. \\\\
Dragon's kitty meat by HELLCat Cudo	Lygger: So, here we are. The first chapter of our story... What should they know? Maria: That the dragon is very well endowed.... Maria: and that he got that from his daddy Lygger: LMAO! Good point. I forgot that they wouldn't know. I guess that having personal experience is making me forgetful...	[ "Abduction", "Abuse", "Age Play", "Anal", "Bondage", "Captivity", "Cock And Balls Torture", "Dragon", "Feline", "Gay", "M/M" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10112-dragon-s-kitty-meat	Lygger: So, here we are. The first chapter of our story... What should they know? Maria: That the dragon is very well endowed.... Maria: and that he got that from his daddy Lygger: LMAO! Good point. I forgot that they wouldn't know. I guess that having personal experience is making me forgetful... Maria: Really! How shameless!! Well, introduce our "underdog" erm...cat in our story! Lygger: I am not an "underdog"! Just because he... Oops.... Almost gave away a part of the story... Maria: Yeah!! Tell it like it is!! WHO YOUR DADDY?!?! Lygger: Shut up!!! He isn't going to be happy if we tell about the story.... You don't have to deal with him tonight. Maria: Hahaha! As if! Who's the one wearing a collar? Last time I checked, it wasn't the spiffy nudist dragon! Lygger: Exactly. I have to go home to him and deal with his attitude. He can get a little mean, remember. Maria: Well, no one told you to get captured, now did they? Lygger: How the hell was I supposed to know that he was a hornball. It's not like I had a choice! Maria: So, you prefer to have gotten your head bit off over umm.... \censor-a-censor\ Lygger: Well, I'm not saying that. I had my fair share of fun, but it was still against my will. Then again, I did try to kill him, so I guess he had a right. Maria: So.... you basically like it. (Ya can't rape the willing, can ya?) Lygger: Well, I guess not... And it was one hell of a lay... We are telling to much of the story! We should get to it anyway. Would you like to have the honor? Maria: Ohh, I feel like a virgin again! Maria: \ahem\ Furries and Furrettes! Lygger: Prepare for a special treat! Maria: We present you with exotic! Lygger: Don't forget erotic! Maria: As well as scandalous! Lygger: Prepare your mind and your box of tissues for.... Maria: Hot male furry smuttation!! Lygger: We present to you... Maria: Dragon's Kitty Meat!! Maria: \Applause Applause\ Disclamer: If it is ilegal where you are to read this due to age or law, then don't. If you can't feast your eyes on some hot yiff between an underage cat and a dragon, then turn back now and feel sory for yourself! Just kidding. If you can read this however, then enjoy. Remember, I own both charecters outright, and maria only helped me (Alot) to edit it for a better read. I am looking for an ilistrator though, so feel free to draw and submit them. I really want to see what people will make me and Draco look like, and I really need pics for my album. PLEASE, if you can draw, then feel free! Lygger entered the cave with a strong unnerved feeling that told him to be cautious of everything. Lygger was not the first from his tribe to enter this cave, but he intended to be the first to emerge again. Over the past four years, many of the tribe's greatest warriors have entered the cave in hopes of slaying the dragon to bring power to the tribe, but all have met death within its walls. What made Lygger think that he could survive where so many others have failed, you ask? Well, he didn't. Lygger was not trained as a fighter, much less a champion of the tribe capable of defeating a great monster. His normal tattered and draping tan shirt and slightly baggy brown shorts were all the armor he had against injury. Lygger couldn't help but nervously work the dark blue collar he wore around his neck as a sign of his low status in the tribe. His light gold feline eyes flashed with the last of the light as he entered the cave, ears twitching at the slightest noise. Lygger's black stripes would help to camouflage him if needed, but were useless in light because of his soft white fur they crossed through in there slashing pattern. He was forced to enter this cave in hopes of regaining a place of honor in the tribe. Humans had killed both of Lygger's parents in a raid when he was only 10, and he was left to fend for himself from then on. Although his mother was a powerful member in the cat tribe's hierarchy, his father was a human. His mother had rescued him from slave traders and fell in love with him. When he was brought back to the tribe, he was nearly killed. His mother alone was the only reason he was allowed to live. They were mostly unaccepted in the village, even more so when his mother gave birth to him. That simple fact made Lyger an outcast to everyone that knew of his past. When the raid was over and the village returned to peace, Lygger was shunned by most of the tribe and left to fend for himself. He was forced to steal his meals from others to live, and was caught one too many times for the elders to let him get away with it anymore. "You have soiled not only your family's name, but the whole cat tribe because of your actions, child. You cannot stay among this tribe unless you regain that honor. You must decide how you wish to do this..." Lygger could have chosen to join a war campaign against the humans with his tribe's allies, the Orks, but that was practically out of the question. Lygger had never fought more than the occasional bully in his time, and knew that he would stand no chance on the battlefield. His only choice besides exile was to kill an enemy of the tribe, and the dragon was the only one that Lygger thought that he had a sliver of a chance at defeating. He was going with only his sword that he had crafted himself and his wits, nothing more to aid him. "I'm so screwed... Big time..." Lygger thought as he continued through the long tunnel. Little did he know how right those thoughts were. Lygger crept through the darkness, letting his eyes adjust to the low light while moving deeper inside. When they finally had, he increased his pace. It took almost half an hour to get to the first main chamber of the cave, where he realized that this was no ordinary cave at all; it was a volcano vent. The noxious gasses that slowly seeped from the hole in the floor at the center of this room weren't enough to kill him, but his nose was burning. "Sometimes it sucks to be part animal..." Lygger muttered to himself as he passed through the room, taking note of the piles of bones that probably belonged to his predecessors. Lygger pressed on further into the cave trying not to make much noise, but failing miserably. He fell and cut himself on many rocks, even loosing his sword into a crevasse during one such fall. Instead of making a feudal attempt to retrieve it, Lygger guessed that some of the weapons of the warriors before him would still be useful, as soon as he reached them of course. By the time that he emerged from the tunnel into the second chamber, he was covered in scratches, cuts, and blood. It took Lygger a second to realize that the dragon was there, but as soon as he did, he froze. What he initially thought was a pile of rocks was actually the dragon, seemingly asleep on the floor. Lygger held his breath, but released it when he realized the futility. If the dragon was awake, he would have heard the sounds of Lygger cursing at each new fall and wound. The dragon would at least be able to smell the blood that now soaked his clothing. Lygger scanned the floor in hopes of finding a weapon with which to slay this beast, and nearly cheered when he found a sword not ten feet from where he stood. Lygger slowly began to creep out to the sword, intent on grabbing it and plunging it through the dragon's sleeping forehead. While Lygger was daydreaming about emerging from the cave victorious, he failed to notice that the floor was not quite even, and tripped over a small outcropping or rock. He landed on his chest with a loud thump, closing his eyes and willing the dragon to stay asleep. When he noticed that the dragon's breathing hadn't changed, he began to crawl toward the sword again. Once he finally had his hands wrapped around the handle, he breathed a sigh of relief. Lygger was actually going to be able to do what so many others had failed to do, and he was going to be a hero in his tribe's eyes. Lygger reveled in his thoughts for too long it seems, because he didn't notice the dragon's tail that had wrapped around his waist until it had tightened beyond escape. The sword slipped from Lygger's hand as he was yanked back towards the dragon, as a small whimper of surprise passed through his lips. Lygger thought he had snuck through the cave seemingly unnoticed by anything, and now he was in the clutches of the one he was trying to kill. Lygger shuddered with fear as he was brought before the dark red piercing eyes of the beast. "So, they have sent another to take my life, have they? Well, I was wondering when it would be so," The Dragon spoke. For some reason, his voice calmed Lygger slightly, his nerves relaxing enough to stop their shaking. That didn't last long though, as the dragon's tongue snaked out and cleaned the blood from a wound on Lygger's cheek. "Well, at least you taste better than most of the others that I have captured..." He continued speaking. It took Lygger a few seconds to realize what he meant. Lygger wasn't the first to loose his weapon while fighting this creature, or at least not the first he had captured in battle. "S-so, what is it you intend to do with me dragon? Are you going to eat me, or just kill me?" Lygger's shaky voice betrayed the calm he was trying to show to the dragon as a front of bravery. The dragon laughed a deep chuckle that had Lygger shaking again. "Your fate will not be so noble, boy. Your arrogance in your attempt to slay me deserves punishment, and I have not bed with another in a great while," Lygger's jaw would have hit the floor had he been standing on it. That is what it felt like anyway. "B-bed? What the hell do you mean 'bed'?" The dragon's laugh only unnerved Lygger further. "You know exactly what I mean, boy. Your mind is far stronger than most of those who have entered this cave. I have no doubt that you have figured out what use you will be to me in my bed," He accentuated his point by rubbing the tip of his tail against Lygger's crotch. A shudder of fear shot through Lygger's body at the touch when he realized just what the dragon intended to do to him. Lygger tried his best not to show the fear that had his fur standing on end, but the dragon's wide grin told Lygger that he wasn't stupid enough to miss it. The dragon finally stood, his muscles rippling under his skin at the effort as he straitened. He stood about seven feet tall, towering over Lygger's five foot ten inch frame. Lygger couldn't help but notice that the dragon was seemingly wingless, contrary to his tribe's myths. The tail that held him was pointed on the end, and elegantly tapered to it's based at the dragons backside, about five feet in length, not counting the foot and a half around his waist.. The dragon carried Lygger with his tail to a smaller alcove off the main chamber adorned with lamps and fine linens. In the center of the chamber was a large bed, which was bare of blankets and pillows, only adorned with a long chain attached to the corner. He dropped Lygger atop the bed and attached the chain to Lygger's collar before turning and using his flame breath to light the lamps. Lygger saw this as a chance to escape, but quickly decided against it when the dragon spoke as he lit another lamp, "That chain is not to be removed by anyone but me. There is no spell on it, but you are going to learn to submit to me, and this is part of your training. As long as you leave it attached, I will not kill you. If you do remove it however, I will not hesitate to tear you limb from limb." The dragon warned Lygger sternly. Lygger let his hand drop from the latch quickly, his fear as strong as ever. The dragon's calmness was the worst part of his attitude. He had yet to yell in an attempt to scare Lygger, but he didn't need to. Lygger could tell by the tone of his voice that he was serious. When he was finished lighting the lamps, Lygger had a chance to examine the dragon further. His scales were a beautiful dark jade, reflecting the light of the lamps as it hit them. The dragon was also nude, his well toned body showing the years of battle through scars and well-defined muscles. His sheath was of a fair size, not obscenely large, but nowhere near small, and his balls where equally large and smooth, looking like almost perfect orbs in the sack of flesh hanging between his legs. He was as close to perfectly endowed as anyone could be in Lygger's eyes. Lygger finally found his voice again and asked the first question that came to mind, "Who are you?" A simple enough question for anyone, but Lygger was still regretting asking such a stupid question as soon as he realized he had. The dragon paused for a second, then shook his head slightly and continued with the lamps. "My name is Draco, but you will call me master. I will unlatch the chain long enough for you to remove your shirt, but if you attempt to run, I will shred your clothing and tear your fur out until you beg me for mercy." Lygger knew there was no way out of this now, but he wasn't sure if he was willing to allow Draco to rape him, as his intentions seemed to show. It was a difficult decision to make considering the circumstances. It was in Draco's favor that Lygger would prefer to bed with another male to a female, and that he despised the idea of suffering through the pain of being torn apart. Lygger wasn't about to give up without a fight though. Draco walked around the bed to where Lygger was sitting and unhooked the chain. Lygger hesitated, and then slowly began to pull off his shirt. When he had freed himself of it, Lygger took his chance. He threw the shirt onto Draco's face and lunged off the bed. He thought that if he could out-run Draco and if he could elude his grasp until he had escaped the bedchamber, that he might just escape his intended fate. Lygger didn't get more than a foot from the bed before Draco's hand shot out and caught Lygger's tail. It would have been bad enough that he had been caught, but Draco was about to discover a secret about Lygger. As Draco yanked the shirt from his face, Lygger collapsed. He walked over to Lygger and knelt in curiosity, then almost fell over laughing when he saw his face, never letting go of his tail. Lygger's eyes were clamped shut and his mouth was hanging open, but not in pain. Lygger was shaking in pleasure, tears forming at the corners of his eyes because he held them closed so tight. When he had regained his composure, Draco picked Lygger up and threw him back on the bed. Lygger was still too stunned to move as Draco slowly walked over and re-latched the chain. When it was attached, Draco crawled on top of the bed and straddled Lygger's waist. Lygger could practically taste the musk pouring off the dragon sheath that was now practically pointing at his mouth. "Why did you collapse when I grabbed your tail?" Draco had a good idea what happened, but he wanted to know for sure. Lygger had finally recovered his composure enough to speak, but he didn't give the answer Draco was looking for. "Fuck off, dog shit..." Lygger muttered through his shivers. Draco gently grabbed Lygger's tail again and began stroking, nearly getting bucked off as Lygger arched in incredible pleasure and nearly biting his bottom lip off. "Are you going to answer me now?" Draco asked as he released Lygger's tail again. Lygger seriously considered trying to fight him off instead of answering, but chose against it when Draco reached for his tail again. "Wait... Please... My ears and tail are incredibly sensitive. I don't know why. Stroking them will give me pleasure, but too much pressure will paralyze me for a while," Draco seemed to consider this for a few moments, then leaned down and gently stroked the leading edge of Lygger's ear. "Well, then it won't be that hard to have you begging for release, will it?" He whispered over Lygger's gasps. Lygger realized that Draco was going to rape him no matter what he did, so he decided now was the time to fight back. Lygger lashed out with a left hook that would have undoubtedly knocked Draco off. It would have, if he didn't block it. Draco caught Lygger's fist and pulled it above his head, pinning it with his other hand that he had grabbed before the attack. Draco held them there with one of his much larger hands as he reached down between them and began rubbing Lygger's sheath. Lygger couldn't help but cry out in pleasure and pant as his body came alive with sensation. Lygger was in a state of near bliss from the pleasure, but he was able to keep his penis from emerging. Draco teased Lygger's groin for a short time before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lygger's shorts and began to pull them down, lifting off Lygger slightly to get them past his hips. When Lygger realized that he had, he bucked his hips again to try to throw him off, but it didn't work. Draco used the time Lygger was off the bed to pull his shorts down his thighs, leaving Lygger's privates exposed to his desires. When Lygger relaxed back onto the bed, Draco pushed Lygger's shorts the rest of the way off with his tail, then threw them out of sight. Lygger was now fully exposed to whatever the dragon had in mind for him. He wasted no time in flipping Lygger over onto his stomach to get better access at his goal. Lygger tried to struggle again, but Draco decided it was time to punish him. He reached under Lygger and grabbed his balls, giving them a rough squeeze. Lygger could barely breathe as the pain shot through his body. "Now don't make me do that again. I will not hesitate to be violent if you resist me." He released Lygger's balls and began to stroke Lygger's sheath again. Lygger moaned in pleasure and his face flushed under his fur as Draco finally began to coax his cock out of its sheath. When he was sure Lygger was distracted, he released his hands and used his free arm to lift Lygger's hips so he was in a kneeling position in front of him. When Draco saw that Lygger would stay in that position, he began to stroke Lygger's tail again while he gently worked his hand back and forth along his sheath and the part of his cock that was exposed. No matter how hard Lygger tried, he couldn't resist Draco any more. The combination of the strong musk and the pleasure his cock was getting was more than Lygger could fight against. It wasn't long before Lygger reached his full length. Draco took notice of this and pressed himself against Lygger's back. "I have been nice to you so far, and I just might let you enjoy this if you submit." He didn't even wait for an answer as he straitened again and began to rub his sheath between Lygger's buttocks. Lygger shivered as he felt Draco harden in his sheath, then emerge from it. Draco's cock felt larger than Lygger had guessed, and he knew that it would hurt. Lygger couldn't help but beg in fear because of it. "P-please, be careful. I have never bed with anyone before," Draco seemed amused by this as he continued his humping. When he was fully hard, Draco stopped rubbing himself on Lygger and leaned over him again and whispered, "I will prepare you, and I will lubricate myself, but you WILL submit to whatever I want to do to you." Lygger nodded his understanding as the dragon's hand worked his throbbing member. Draco reached over Lygger to a bottle that he hadn't noticed before, a clear liquid inside reminding him of the sex oils sold in the village. He grabbed it and brought it behind Lygger, then removed his hand from his cock shortly before Lygger heard him pull the stopper out of the bottle. Lygger tensed as he felt Draco's fingers against his tail hole, his first instinct to lower his tail, but he caught himself and raised it straight up. Draco rubbed the slick fluid around Lygger's hole, then gently worked his finger inside. Lygger could tell Draco was surprised when he was able to relax quickly to allow him access. Lygger's blush deepened as he gave Draco an explanation. "I AM a male teen... I have used my finger to give myself pleasure as I masturbated before." Draco chuckled slightly at this, then inserted a second finger and began to scissor them apart. When he was sure that Lygger could accept it, he inserted a third. When Draco felt Lygger tense in pain he began to work Lygger's cock again to get him to relax. It didn't take long, and before Lygger knew it Draco had worked a forth finger into him. "You should be ready to take me now." Lygger nodded as he tried to force himself to relax further. Lygger felt Draco's cock head touch his hole and couldn't help but tense at the size. He knew that no amount of stretching by Draco could prepare him for the enormous member about to be shoved inside his virgin hole. Draco stopped when he felt Lygger tense, and then began to increase his pressure. When Draco's cock head finally popped in, Lygger almost screamed in pain as his eyes bulged and his claws dug into the bed. He felt like he was being stretched to his limit, almost tearing in half. Draco held himself still almost as if he could read Lygger's mind and knew that he was in pain. When he had finally relaxed enough that he could take more of Draco's length, Lygger pushed back, taking more of the dragon's thick cock into himself. Draco took that as an invitation and slowly pushed the rest of himself inside Lygger. He wondered that with his thickness he would be to long for Lygger to take him all, but shuddered with pleasure as his hips met the half-breed's backside. He waited a few seconds, and then began to slowly pull out of Lygger until just the head was inside. When he was ready, Draco began to stroke Lygger's tail with one hand as he used his other to steady Lygger's hips as he pushed back inside. Lygger arched until he was nearly straight up against the dragon's chest with a moan of pleasure as he pushed back to meet Draco's effort, the pleasure almost making him orgasm right then. Draco wrapped his arms around Lygger's sweaty chest and began to rub and pinch his nipples, awakening them while he licked and nibbled at Lygger's ears. Lygger worked his muscles to increase the dragon's pleasure as he began to slam himself against Draco's hips, his balls slapping into Lygger's ass as he met his thrusts with equal force. Draco's hand dropped down and began to work Lygger's erection again, making him squeeze Draco's cock harder as his whole body tensed as his tail fur stood on end and his ears flattened against his head. Lygger could feel his orgasm build, then explode, causing his vision to white out as he jerked in Draco's hand, spraying the bed in cum with a loud scream of release. His muscles clenched tight as he rode the dragon's cock, making Draco fire his seed inside of Lygger. Lygger was having the greatest orgasm of his life, but it was nothing compared to Draco. Draco continued to thrust as shot after shot of searing cum fired deep within Lygger's gut. When he was finally coming down from his orgasm, Lygger collapsed down onto his arms. Draco steadied his hips and continued to thrust vigorously into the tightening hole. Draco continued to fuck him with the same vigor until he was milked dry by Lygger's muscle spasms and pulled out, feeling as if he had pumped a gallon of cum into the young body. As the cock head finally left Lygger, he could feel some of Draco's cum running out of him down his balls and thighs. Lygger collapsed onto his side panting, completely drained from his orgasm. Draco lay down behind him and wrapped his arms around Lygger's waist. "Sleep boy. I will allow you to clean when you awake. If you attempt to escape, remember that I can track your sent. You belong to me now, and I am not going to let you get away." With that, Draco settled his head on Lygger's shoulder and drifted off to sleep. As soon as Lygger was sure that Draco was asleep, he started to formulate a plan to escape. For now though, he decided that a good night's sleep would be best. He looked over at the sleeping dragon on his shoulder once more, and then closed his eyes to sleep. Lygger: Well, that's it.... Maria: Yep... Lygger and Maria both: Please rate and review!
The Dairyman by Iron Basilisk	THE DAIRYMAN By the Iron Basilisk BE WARNED! This story contains adult activities involving sexual situations and is not for minors viewing. If you are disturbed by such themes, please disregard this story I?m Joe, a dairy farmer. I live reasonably well, a small farm like mine doesn?t do much but	[ "Bovine", "Human", "M/F", "NC" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/517-the-dairyman	THE DAIRYMAN By the Iron Basilisk BE WARNED! This story contains adult activities involving sexual situations and is not for minors viewing. If you are disturbed by such themes, please disregard this story I?m Joe, a dairy farmer. I live reasonably well, a small farm like mine doesn?t do much but pay the bills. But I like it and that was good enough for me. Of course, things were different before the great change. Nobody knew exactly what in the hell had happened, a rouge comet had sped towards earth, the governments of the word realized that they were about to be smashed like a bug and banded together to save there world. The comet was huge, almost impossibly so, but the leaders had a plan they hoped would work. In the short span of six months, the time it would take for the chunk of ice two hundred miles across to reach earth, they had used every rocket, every shuttle, and everything they could come up with to lift the entire nuclear arsenal of the world into orbit. It was an almost impossible task, and one that cost hundreds of lives due to the terrible rush and strain of it. But they succeeded. And when that comet passed Saturn, they shot the whole wad at the thing, twenty five thousand plus thermonuclear warheads, ranging from five megatons to fifty. All hurled in a last ditch effort to save mankind. It worked. Sort of. The nukes had hit the comet, and blown up, but the damn thing had a huge metal core. The massive assault only managed to shatter it into chunks, thousands of chunks consisting of either ice or who knows what. They smashed into earth like a shotgun, pounding it as it rotated under the bombardment. Oh, it wasn?t as bad as the comet would have been, hell. You don?t expect to throw that much firepower and not have it blow something up! But it didn?t blow it all up, unfortunately. There were countless strikes all over the world, and one huge piece that smashed down right outside manhattan island, destroying everything for several hundred miles inland and flooding half the eastern seaboard. After the strikes, it rained for months. They said it was because so many had hit the sea, it being three quarters of the earth and all. After all was said and done, half the worlds populations was dead, nobody could find the bodies, buried as they were in there cities that were now covered in sea floor mud or burned to a crisp. Humanity had never suffered anything like this before. It affected us like nothing ever did. I suppose it was because the media, the televisions and radio brought us the news from reporters who cried like children over the graves of countless millions. The horror was just too much, the loss of so many made every last thing on earth that was alive precious. Countless people worked themselves to the brink of collapse to save what wildlife as could be found, trees, flowers, animals, anything that was alive was now sacred. No one could bear to lose a single life. He remembered a picture he had seen of a woman sobbing uncontrollably over the body of a drowned mouse she held in her hands as if it were her only child. Humanity had finally had enough of death. But they say that every cloud has a silver lining, and the biggest one was that big chunk that had hit the sea outside of Manhattan. Inside that comet that had nearly pulverized us, there was a space ship. Yep, a bonafide space craft. Huge too. Well, after they had cleaned up things a bit, they went down there and managed to salvage the damn thing. It turned out that inside it was examples of technology that were beyond anything anybody on earth could even imagine. Well, the first thing they got out of it was what they call the ?Transient Fusion core.? well this little baby had the power to extract almost infinite amounts of energy from plain hydrogen. All they had to do was look at the thing for a couple of weeks and the scientist types figured out what in the hell was wrong with there own fusion ideas and made there own version. Electrical power became so cheap that the power company couldn?t charge jack for power anymore and what few managed to survive went out of business quick like. The newly formed earth government had to take over and so they just decided to give us a tiny yearly tax to pay for the energy system?s upkeep. The next thing they found was superconducting wire. This stuff could let you transmit power over any distance without losing it. That meant that you didn?t have to have booster stations or nothing, you could just plug everything in to one plant. There were countless others, but these two were the big ones that changed everything. With free, clean power, almost anything is possible. Things were looking up, but fate had yet another hand to play in the game. Inside the ship was some really big containers with weird markings on them. Now nobody was stupid enough to just open these things, and they were trying to find out what was inside them without letting whatever was in there out. But fate took a hand and a small earthquake caused by the massive beating the earth had taken, weakening the tectonic plates, toppled one of them, cracking it open and spilling this green gas out into the air. They tried everything there was to contain it, but it was too late, the stuff went thru almost anything, was highly infectious and spread like wildfire, most of the stuff got out and messed everything up all over again. You see, the green stuff was what they call a genetic re-combinative. It takes one type of genes and somehow, nobodies exactly sure how, combines it with another and wham! You got yourselves a knew life form that is a weird mix of the two types. Well, as it turns out, what this stuff did was it grabbed hold of our human genes, (We being the most populous species on the planet, it didn?t count bugs for some reason, too few genes, they guess.) And then it combined those genes with virtually every animal on the planet! All of a sudden we were surrounded by animals who talked and yelled and cried and where asking us, the people who were supposed to know what?s going on here on earth, what the hell was going on! Well, that was a shock for us, let me tell you! We had big bucks walking around on two feet stopping by to say hello and play with your kids. We had dogs learning how to fix cars! We had cats helping people with the wash! It was strange, it was wonderful. After the Impact, as it was called. Nobody had the heart to raise animals for food, hydroponics being so easy now that we had free power. So the cows and sheep and pigs and all just went free over the now depopulated world. So when these animals ?woke up? I guess you could call it, well, they remembered stuff, like us helping them out of a flood, or digging them out of the wreckage or what have you. They didn?t care about our past, only what we were now mattered to them, and they liked us and wanted to help. Well, when that happened we just sort of went along with it. Hell, we love the furry buggers like they were our own flesh and blood and we were glad to teach them everything we knew, showing them the best that humanity had to offer. Now, were one big people and like it that way. The furries, as we call ?em, there everywhere, living right along side of us. Hell, they?ve got the same right to live as anybody else, and we can?t imagine what it would be like without em? there with us. Lots of us are real close to each other in a lot of ways, there have even been a bunch of marriages between the two, something that both us and the furries role there eyes at but accept with our best wishes. It?s hard to hate love, and this world hasn?t got any room for hate, or intolerance. We just have to remember how very precious life is when we look at the drowned and smashed cities, the greatest of these being left as they were as monuments to the billions lost. But like I said at the beginning of all this, You haven?t fallen asleep have you? Good. Well, like I was saying, I?m a dairy farmer. I know, I know. You just heard me say that we don?t raise animals no more, and your right. But you see, the cows had a problem, specifically the dairy breeds, the Holstein, the brown Bess, the Swiss. All of those. The problem was, that when they got pregnant, they just started making milk by the barrel full. Well, ask any female how it feels to have your breasts full of milk and no place to put it and they?ll tell you that it hurts like hell! One girl told me it was like needing to go pee but there being no way to do it. So they started asking us why it was so bad for them, hell, the average Holstein girl has got a pair of triple H cups! And when they got milk, they get almost half again as big! If the rest of them weren?t so big, they would fall over from the weight! And the pain was so bad that they would literally faint from the agony. So we had to admit our part in there current condition, admitting that they were bred to make milk for who knew how long. Well, the big girls forgave us, on one condition, that we find some way to get rid of the damn milk! And so here I am, a dairy farmer. Ta-da! Of course, I don?t run a regular dairy, I run... ah.. I run a sex dairy. You know. What do you mean you don?t know? How the hell? ... oh never mind! Look, I?ll start from the beginning. Back a ways there were some guys who had cows for girlfriends, and when they got pregnant, they started making milk. Well, when a cowgirl gets exited, she squirts all over the place. She can?t help it. Well the boys had fun with it and got there share. These boys then started telling there friends that they?re sex lives were better after that, that they could do it longer and harder and whatever. So soon enough, the legend spread until people were trying to buy the stuff off of horny cows. One of the science labs decided to test it and they found out that because of the cowgirls unique combination of bovine heat genes and human do it whenever you feel like it genes, that when she had sex, she pumped herself full of one of the most potent cocktails of sexual hormones ever! When she?s lactating, those hormones flood right into her milk, the more sex she has, the stronger it gets. Anybody who drinks it has those hormones go to work on there sex drive, they can go at it like rabbits on speed and last all night. The stuff is harmless, unless you count the aches and pains in the morning from falling off the bed or rug burn, or what have you. The stuff works on anybody of either sex and is the one true aphrodisiac discovered by man so far. So as you can imagine, horny cow milk is a great seller and small farmers like me don?t have much choice but to at least dabble in it to some degree, but for me, I just happened to get a heard of the horniest cows ever to walk the earth, and it didn?t take them long to demand that I turn this place into sex dairy or they would walk out on me. So, that?s how I became a sex dairy farmer... 'Joe?' lowed a female voice at the window. Joe stopped typing and turned to see Rita leaning in the window. She was a big brown Bess, with short black horns and soft brown fur and the biggest deepest eyes you could ever imagine. She was leaning on the wide sill, resting her massive breasts there. They were suitably huge and brownish pink in color with two long, fat nipples apiece that stuck out like blunt spear points at him. She smiled at him with her broad pink lips. 'Yeah? What can I do for you, Rita?' he asked. 'I?m chaffing, Joe. Can you give a girl some help here?' she asked. He nodded. 'That?s what I?m here for.' he said, getting up and fetching the bag balm from the top shelf. The girls often had some problems with there breasts getting sore from rubbing against each other and such. The furries never made it a habit to wear clothing. Would you if you had a bunch of fur to get bound up in? Not to mention the horrors of tight spandex. The girls would put on bras and shorts when they went into town, out of politeness, only wearing a half cup bra as Rita did now just to support her cleavage, but if he had asked them to dress here, they would have revolted and locked him in the dumpster. So he just got used to it. He never really noticed it anymore. He pulled up a chair and sat down, opening the jar and dipping his fingers in the thick jell. He rubbed his hands together and proceeded to massage it into her breasts. 'Mmmmm, you?re so good at this, Joe.' she said, relaxing as he worked her over. 'You girls could just do this yourself, you know.' he said as he gently massaged her with a well practiced hand. 'Why in the hell would we do that when we have a damn fine dairyman like you, Joe?' she asked rhetorically. 'I guess it?s just what a dairyman has to do, then.' he commented as he finished up. 'You?re a good man, Joe. And the best damn dairy man that any bunch of horny cowgirls could have. You know that?' she asked. 'Isn?t nothing special about me, Rita. I?m just a dairyman, just like my father was before me.' he protested. 'Bullshit.' she stated. 'Oh come on, Rita..' he began. 'Oh come on nothing!' she cut him off. 'You want some examples? Fine. What about the time you stayed up with Sara for almost a week when she had trouble giving birth? She wouldn?t let the doctors cut her open, she was hysterical about it, and so you managed to pull out her baby using nothing but your own strength. Everyone was so happy when you managed it that nobody noticed for a while that you had collapsed from exhaustion, your hands torn up like they had been stuck in a blender from the strain. Or how about the time that Lola?s son needed that leg operation and you quietly paid for it so that nobody knew who did it?' 'How did you know...' 'That?s not the point!' she said. ' the point is that you?re barely keeping this place running because you keep on giving away all your money to help somebody, mostly us girls. And I want you to know that we appreciate it, dammit!' she wiped her eyes with a broad hand, sniffing with welling emotion. 'Well...' Joe began, rather at a loss as to how to respond, or where this sudden flood of emotion had come from. He just wasn?t comfortable with anyone?s gratitude. Rita suddenly reached out and caught him up in her big arms, pulling him into an embrace, planting her soft lips on his own and kissing him like a silken avalanche. She let him up after a second and smiled at him as she held him against her huge breasts. 'Is that a roll of silver dollars in your pocket? Or are you just happy to see me?? she asked. 'Oh crud...' he said. His groin was pressed against her, and contrary to popular belief, the skin of a cow was very sensitive. She could probably guess within a couple of centimeters how big his erect penis was, it being currently impossible for her not to notice it. 'Oh come on Joe.' she said softly. 'You think we never noticed?' she asked him. 'I did try my best.' he admitted. 'I always wore baggy pants, and I used cologne that I kinda hoped would hide any scent I might have that would give you a clue.' 'Oh, it worked, at least until you really started getting sweaty, like when your checking on things and see us in there with our toys having fun. And that one time Corrie got that vibrator jammed up in her and couldn?t get it out? And she was too embarrassed to call Doc Forsus about it?' she laughed at the memory. 'You had to reach in there after it and she kept going 'Oh! Oh my!' And squeezing so it kept going in deeper? And the dam thing was still on too, and everyone could hear the damn thing buzzing like crazy? And you were finally up to your shoulder and she screamed at the top of her lungs, 'Joe! I?m gonna cum! OH SWEET LITTLE JOE!' and then spurted all over your face as she got off? Having a whole bunch of orgasms every inch you pulled that thing out of her, squeezing your arm and squirting on you so you had to stop and wait for her to let up?? she said. ?And she kept saying, over and over. Joe.. Oh Joe..' He covered his face with his hands. 'Mother of crud... that was the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to me, and all of you were there watching me when I finally pulled it out.' 'Yeah, and she came all over again when you did.' she said with a giggle. 'Oh... do you halve to bring that up?' he asked. 'Yes, I do.' she said. 'Of course my favorite part was when she put a hand to her eyes and gasped out. 'Whew! Thanks Joe. That was the best hand job I ever got. We?ll have to do that again some time!' she burst into laughter then. ' and there you were with this big three foot vibrator in your hand buzzing like a chainsaw, your head covered in cow cum! And you just flicked the switch off on the thing and stood up. Then you pointed it at her and shook it, cum slinging everywhere and said. 'Don?t you ever do that again!' and we all started laughing as you realized what it was you were threatening her with! That one is certainly my favorite.' she said. 'Alright, alright!' he said. 'But what has that got to do with anything?' he protested. 'Well, you got really sweaty trying to grab that vibrator, remember?' she said. 'Yeah, I guess.' he replied. 'Guess nothing, sweetness! You were sweating like a waterfall, your cologne didn?t have a chance! All of us girls could smell how horny you were a mile away! And to add to it, your pants were soaked! You could see your erection from down the street!' she said smugly. 'Look.' he said, pulling away from her. 'It doesn?t matter what I feel or what I want to do. The simple fact of the matter is that there is no way that me and any of you girls could have sex even if we wanted too. You girls are just too big, and I am just too small. Compared to a bull, I?m a toothpick, not to mention the fact that if you got overly exited, that you could break me in two without even meaning to.' he turned to go back to his desk. 'The idea of me and one of you is out of the question, no matter how horny I get, ok?' he said, as he sat down. 'Unless somebody waves a magic wand and turns me into a bull, you girls just ignore my lust, alright?' She smiled and blew a kiss at him. 'Come down to the barn tonight, about nine o?clock, Joe.' 'What for?' he asked. 'Because we?re going to throw you a party. And if you don?t come, were going to come in hear and drag you there, alright?' she said. He sighed. 'I?ll be there.' he said. That night, he made his way around the place, checking on everything, the sounds of a party coming from the big building they all called the barn. It was really a set of open apartments where the girls lived. He knew that he should be showing up there soon, dreading the idea of them coming after him. He took a deep breath and went to the barn door and knocked. It was as if they were waiting just for him, and he guessed they were. The door opened and there they all were, all looking at him with smiles on there faces. 'Hi, Joe!' said Rita. 'I was just about to go find you.' she grabbed his hand and pulled him in, closing the door behind her as she propelled him into the room ahead of her. He came to a halt and looked around. The girls were naked as always, something that cause him some embarrassment, where it had not before. Why? Because they all knew he was interested, and he knew that they knew. Corrie, the famous star of the lost vibrator incident, smiled at him and put a big split hoof on a barrel and leaned on her knee, displaying her vagina to best effect. 'Hey Joe.' she said. 'Want to give me a hand?' as she ran her fingers between her nether lips. 'Screaming mother of crud...' he said, turning away, his face smacked into a breast. He looked up and realized that he was surrounded by smiling bovines. 'Now wait just a minute, girls!' he protested. 'Get him.' pronounced Rita. The girls grabbed him, they did not bother to undress him, instead just ripping his clothes off of him as if they were made of paper. 'Oh come on! Those cost me thirty bucks!' he complained. Rita shut him up with a big slobbering cow kiss as the other girls tried to see how much of him they could get in there mouths or covered with there tongues. Corrie had swallowed his entire crotch from dick to ass and was giving him an unimaginable blowjob. He felt one of his hands touch something wet and hot and suddenly realized that it was someone?s vagina as it was pushed into her, his other hand was likewise forced into another girl. The two worked him onto them until he was up to his shoulders on both sides, there lowing grunts filling the air as they both pumped inward upon him, using his arms as sex toys, he gasped in shock as he felt one of his feet inserted into a bovine girls privates, and then another. In a matter of moments he was being fucked from all sides, gushing sexual juices and dripping milk sprayed over him as they all tried to fit the most of him they could into there bodies at once. The girls who were not involved in trying to stuff some part of him in them tried to lick him up off the floor one pass at a time. As for there lone victim, he was so turned on by the sight of huge vaginas eating him alive, swallowing his arms until his face was splattered with cow cum, his legs sheathed in molten sex flesh, his torso pummeled with fat breasts, tongues, lips, and stroked constantly by endless hands, who could blame him if he came almost immediately? Not that the girls gave a damn, Joe?s arms and legs were ever hard! They fucked him for as long as they felt like it, and that was fine with Joe. He came far too many times to count, and finally was fucked into oblivion as they passed him around like just another odd shaped vibrator. The girls rested and snuggled up to there dairyman and slept as he lay himself unconscious, his body soaked like an over used rubber. 'That was great.' said Corrie. 'I told you that his arms were just the right size.' 'His legs aren?t bad either.' said Rita. 'I?m going to miss him being like this.' said Corrie. 'Yes, but think on what were going to be getting in exchange.' she replied, smiling. The other girl returned her smile and they both kissed him on the face and lay down to sleep wear they lay. END OF PART 1 Well, I hoped you liked it, look for part two if you liked this one. I?m probably going to make this into a series. Until then. With Respect. The Iron Basilisk. Seek not mine shadow lest it turn thee to stone.
Chapter 7 - Critical Mass by Primus Leonides	#7 of Mere Trifles - Welcome to my 7th chapter of Mere Trifles. This chapter finds everything coming to a head. Everything seems to be going well for Jake, all his plans moving forward, but everyone else around him is sufferring. We are nearing the end of this story. I hope you are enjoying	[ "Anal", "Fox", "Horse", "Lion", "Long", "M/M", "Oral", "Otter", "Plot Development", "Story Progression", "Story Series" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249518-chapter-7-critical-mass	Welcome to my 7th chapter of Mere Trifles. This chapter finds everything coming to a head. Everything seems to be going well for Jake, all his plans moving forward, but everyone else around him is sufferring. We are nearing the end of this story. I hope you are enjoying everything so far. Thanks for reading. Feel free to vote and comment, or even leave me a message sometime. Mere Trifles - Chapter 7 Critical Mass Jake's ears twitched in his sleep, a far off noise disturbing his peaceful rest. His little red nose scrunched up as he slowly awoke to find that the din in his ears was actually in the real world. The haze faded from his mind and he was able to focus a little more clearly on what was happening. It sounded like a bad night at the local dog fights. There was growling and snapping, whimpering and whining. The fox shot up from bed and ran into the living room of the dorm he shared with his three roommates. What he saw surprised him, and that was saying something. In the middle of the room were his two canine roommates, who also happened to be lovers. The smaller of the two, the dalmatian, had his white fur hackles raised, teeth bared and growling in as much of a fighting stance as the swishy dog could get. His opposition and also his mate was standing across from him, his black fur hackles raised as well, his snarl was far more fierce. Both of the males' claws were out and it seemed as if the two were ready to kill each other. No one even seemed to notice the small red male who was standing buck naked in the background. "You haven't been here for me for a long time, Timothy, and I need you." "I can't handle this stuff Roland. I love you, but this stress is getting to me. I...I just can't take this." "That's great! So when times get tough, the big strong wolf runs away with his tail between his legs." Timothy roared out loudly, nearly scratching through the couch, barely able to hold back. "I. Never. Run." Each word came out as if it were its own sentence, a look of burning fury in his eyes. "Just get out. If you aren't going to be any help to me, then I don't want you around." Tears were streaming down his face, but he was still in his attack mode. His voice cracked as he spoke, however the sternness in his voice remained. "If that's what you want, Roland." With a quick move and a slam, the wolf was gone. The bravado the dalmy had been showing quickly disappeared and he broke. The dam released its waters and flowed down the flattened white cheeks. The canine collapsed onto the floor, shaking in his sobs. "I can't believe this is happening to me." Jake stood by, heart nearly breaking as he watched the spectacle before him. Something about having his plan come together made him feel good, but watching the poor dogs suffer was hurting far more than he would have thought. He looked down at the ground and sighed, leaning against the door frame, a single tear moving down his cheek as well. Apparently Brandon heard only the tail end of the commotion, emerging from the room with a lion-sized yawn. Jake was in his own little world, still standing there naked. The large feline moved over to where he was standing, in the doorway. "So, what the hell was all the ruckus?" he asked, looking around the room and not at Jake himself. When he didn't receive an answer, the lion looked down at his side, finally noticing that he had a bare-assed fox next to him. He huffed deeply at the sight of Jake's white sheath and soft furry sac. A desire to pin the small male to the wall and taking his tailhole hard and fast until his own release exploded up that tight warm tunnel. The massive cat hissed audibly and ran off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and sitting himself on the edge of the bathtub. The sudden movement brought the rather confused fox out of his reverie. His eyes followed a tawny tail disappear into the bathroom and a smile crossed his face. That was just enough to make him feel better. Brandon sat on the toilet and whined a bit to himself. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He didn't know why the sight of his roommate had done that to him. His own sheath was stirring somewhat at the sight of the milky white covering of the fox's sheath. A large paw moved across his own face, slapping himself hard. The feline yelped, not having intended to put such force behind that slap. "Get over yourself Brandon, you are straight. You like the ladies, and the ladies like you." About twenty minutes later, the lion emerged from the bathroom with his confidence returned, heading straight out the door in his sleeping shorts and tank top. The lion headed straight over to one of his girlfriends' houses and stayed with her for the rest of the day. Jake watched in mock fascination as the lion headed out the door, an eyeridge raised as Brandon ran out the door half-dressed. He headed back into his room to get dressed himself. The unexpected turn was beneficial to the fox, so he didn't ultimately mind the attention of the large feline. Once dressed, the vulpine headed out the door of the dorm and out onto campus, not really heading anywhere important since he had no classes today. Perhaps he would just enjoy the day. It was late spring and the days were warm and sunny. The little fox strutted around campus, his thoughts occupied with how well his schemes were working out right now, even though the tensions were running high. He paid little attention to where his footpaws carried him. When he did finally pay attention, he noticed that he was approaching the school cafeteria area, just as a hot little dobie was exiting. Jake sneered briefly when he saw Chris walk out of the building. The poor pup had been hounding him for weeks. Give a male a piece of tail and they follow you around forever. The little dobie's ears perked when he saw Jake's swishy red tail. "Hey Jake, what's up?" A small smile, and a little sigh. "I'm alright Chris, though some big stuff went down today. Apparently the stress of Roland's little problem is getting to be too much for his boyfriend Timothy." "Awwww... I'm sorry to hear that. I'll make sure to be available for Rollie later on, okay?" Jake smiled a little wider. Doing his bidding without even being asked, what a good boy. "That would be great. I'm sure he could use a friend." "No problem. You know, I'm always available for you too." The dog reached out and grabbed the fox's paw. "Uh... yeah, about that. I'm really busy. You know finals are coming up soon, and I have a lot of studying to do. Maybe another time?" The grip on his paw got tighter, much tighter. It felt like his hand was caught in a vice. Jake almost yelped as he felt the blood practically stop flowing into his fingers. "Chris, that hurts. Let me go." "It doesn't hurt as much as my heart does. You seem so interested sometimes, and other times you seem to just ignore me completely. I am feeling somewhat used right now, and I don't really appreciate it." His voice was nearly a growl, his paw tightening down just a little bit more. Chris had been sitting at home for several days, wringing his paws about his feelings for Jake. It had made him both angry and depressed at the same time, hence the violence. The fox whimpered and tried to pull away, another loud yelp escaping his lips, making several furs turn their heads in their direction. At this, Chris let go of the vulpine's paw and pulled back, somewhat startled at his own reaction. His muzzle opened and shut like he tried to say something, before he suddenly burst into tears and ran off, leaving a very stunned and perplexed little foxy standing with an aching paw. "Well, that was an unexpectedly bad turn" he said, whimpering a bit more and cradling his injured extremity. Chris ran and ran, muzzle stained with tears before diving through the door of his house and leaning heavily against it. He pounded his fists against the door, cursing himself for what he had done. A few seconds later, his father Roger burst through the door of the kitchen when he heard the slam and pounding. "What's wrong son? What happened?" The younger dobie could barely breathe through his sobs. "I... hurt... the... guy... I like... because... I miss... him." He sniveled and wiped his paw across his leaking nose. Roger stood stunned. Several new pieces of information had just slammed into his head all at once. His son was interested in someone, his son was interested in a guy, and his son was gay. Oh, and apparently he had hurt this male. "I... uh... what happened?" "He has been ignoring me lately, and I guess I was feeling frustrated by it because I love him so much. I really need him. He's my world, and without him in it I would just die." This string of sentences came out so fast it might as well be all one word. Roger just stood and stared, even more dumbfounded than he was ten seconds ago. With an exasperated sigh, he looked his son square in the eyes. "Chris, I know this is probably your first relationship, but no one should have that much power over you. I'm very accepting of you being gay, but you have to be careful how much you invest in someone." Chris's ears drooped when he realized that he had just come out of the closet in the most unceremonious way. He whimpered a bit at his own foolishness, though he did pay attention to his dad's words. He was right, but Chris never thought he would be able to take his mind off of the fox. "I know dad, I'm just so in love with him." The greying dobie rubbed his chin and smiled, shaking his head. "Oh Chris, puppy love is so cute." "I'm not a puppy" the young male pouted. Roger smiled and crossed the room, taking his son into a hug and squeezing him tight. "You will always be my puppy". The younger dog sniffled a little bit and hugged the comfort that was his father. He nuzzled into the older man's chest and murred slightly. "Thanks dad. I'll try to back off a bit, I wouldn't want to hurt him again." "That's a good boy. So, who is the guy you like so much?" "Oh, no one, just a cute little fox here at school. I gotta go dad." He stepped away from his father and disappeared up to his room. The larger dobie's face fell. What if it was Jake that his son was talking about? Did his son know that he had slept with Jake. And was Jake using Chris to get to him? His brain started moving a mile a minute, worried about what would happen to him and his family. Roger gulped heavily, starting to pant in his fear. Why was the fox doing this to him? Why was he going to hurt Chris? What was the point of all the torture he was enduring here? In his son's room, Chris was lying on his bed, holding a Jake-sized fox pillow he had had made custom, crying and petting it softly. "Oh Jake, we will be so happy together, you and me. We are going to be the cutest, most sexy couple on campus." He kissed the doll, right on the muzzle, imagining the sweet vulpine that he loved and wanted so much. His father could never understand what he was going through or how he felt. Of course he had lied when he told his dad that he would consider his words. They were insane. How could he possibly deny how strongly he felt for Jake. That made it all the more real. "I'll find a way to make you love me... forever." Jake made his way out of the nursing office, still cradling his arm, which was hurting rather badly. The nurse had told him that it was just a bad bruise and that it would feel better in a day or so. The fox had nodded and now was standing out in front of the building, looking around the make sure that the love-sick pup was no longer around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see any dobies in sight and headed back towards his dorm. Not really feeling like spending anymore time in classes today, the small male hefted his bag over his good shoulder and made the long trek back towards his dorm room. The sun would be heading down soon, and all he wanted to do was go to bed and forget today had ever happened. He was starting to think that this bet was going to be harder to win than he had first imagined. Still, the red fur knew he had to beat Ryan, that was all there was to it. Ryan, meanwhile, was just getting out of a shower, the river otter heading through the empty house dripping wet and naked. His reject parents were out of town yet again, and Jake was at school, leaving him the only fur within miles, except the security guards Reggie and Eric. Reggie, the bear, had been unwilling to touch Ryan again since earlier that year when Jake had interrupted them and taken the ursine away. Eric, however, the tan palomino, had never been invited up to the house for any reason. Ryan suspected that his parents didn't really trust Reggie anymore, so they hired Eric to keep an eye out on the older employee. The otter just shrugged, not caring about the reason the sexy horse was here, but ready to enjoy the fact that he was. With a malicious grin on his muzzle, he went to the phone and dialed the guard shack. Both of the males should have been on duty, so he could easily take one away to fulfill his desires and not leave the property unattended. The phone rang in the small office that housed the guards during their shift. Reggie hadn't yet allowed Eric to answer the phone in case it was Jake calling. The horse had tripped himself up a little too badly the last time the vulpine had spoken to him. "Wingarten Estate, Reggie speaking" he said gruffly and professionally. "Hey Reggie, it's Ryan up at the house. Look, I need to talk to Eric please." The ursine huffed briefly before handing the phone over to the oblivious male. "Master Ryan wishes to speak to you Eric." He whispered briefly. "Don't piss him off." Eric visibly began to shake. Though he had never met the otter in person, Reggie had told him plenty of stories about the youngest male of the household. None of the sexual ones, but there were more than enough others to strike fear into the palomino's heart. "O..okay Reg. Th..thanks." He put the phone to his large ear and breathed a deep breath. "Yes, Master Ryan. What can I do for you?" The words came out slow so that he wouldn't stutter like he did when he was so nervous. "Eric, hun, I need you to come up to the house and take care of something for me. It has to be you, Reggie isn't tall enough to reach it." "Oh... yes sir. I'll be right there." Ryan hung up the phone, leaving a dial tone in Eric's ear, which twitched with his nervous heartbeat. "He needs me up at the house. Do you think he is going to fire me? I thought I had been doing better." Reggie just sighed and shook his head. "No, I don't think he is going to fire you, and even if he did, we would get Master Jake to reinstate you. Try not to worry too much. Just do what the otter tells you and you will be okay." Eric just nodded quickly and strode out of the shack, making the mile-long walk to the manor in slow strides, not wanting to seem too eager to please the young master, but hurrying enough so that it didn't take forever. "I wonder what he needs. Maybe just to change a light on the chandelier or something." The horse wrung his hands as he finally made it to the enormous front portico of the house and swung the knocker. From somewhere deep inside the house he barely heard a "come in". The equine opened the door, stepping carefully inside the monstrous house, his shoed hooves making a loud clopping noise even though he was attempting to keep them quiet. "Master Ryan? What can I help you with sir?" he spoke to an empty room. "Come on upstairs Eric, I need you up here." The otter spoke from his doorway before jumping back on his bed, his still somewhat wet body flying through the air gracefully, thick tail whipping with excitement as he landed and propped himself up to show off his smooth fur and neatly build self. The horse's ears went back and he started to make his way towards and up the stairs. The marble floor didn't do much for his clopping, and the sound echoed throughout the empty building. Once at the top, Eric found himself a bit lost, looking down the few hallways that he could see from the landing. Finally, his large eyes settled on an open door with a bit of light flooding into the dark hallway, and he breathed in relief. He didn't want Master Ryan to think he was some sort of idiot, unable to find a room in a house he had never been in, but worked at for several months. The carpet dulled the noise of his hooves a bit, a slightly quieter clip-clop coming from them, alerting his presence to the otter within. "There you are. I was hoping you didn't get lost on the way." Ryan spoke from the bed, unable to see Eric yet, but knowing he was getting close to the room. "Come in here please, I need your help inside." The large male was breathing in fast, short breaths as he approached the room of one of his employers. He stopped before he made it to the threshold, took a deep breath, and puffed his chest out a bit, wanting to look more confident than he actually felt. He rounded the doorway with purpose, looking down at the floor and not seeing where the young master of the house was. "I'm here sir. What is it I can help you with?" Ryan looked over the horse with interest, having never really taken a good look at him before. He thought back, wondering if he had ever been with a horse, only able to recall one instance that hadn't really gone all that well. "Come here Eric, I need you to deal with a problem I'm having. Look here and tell me if you are the male that can assist me." The lutrine put on his most provocative look, his swollen sheath, balls, and tail clearly visible to anyone who was looking. The horse's ears twitched again as he raised his gaze, his eyes falling upon the naked vision of his boss's son. The large muzzle dropped open, his eyes moving over what he saw, a heavy tinge of red covering his tan fur. "Oh, um... I... don't understand." "Well Eric, I need something, and you and Reggie are the only ones around right now. I would ask Reggie, but he hasn't wanted to help me out lately. Isn't that mean?" Eric nodded, unable to remove his eyes from the writhing male in front of him. "I know, it has been terrible. So I thought of you, and I decided that you would be just as good as Reggie, maybe better. You understand now?" Eric nodded yet again, then quickly shook his head, his blond mane moving back and forth behind him. "Well then, I'll be blunt. I need you to pound my hot otter tail until I can't walk anymore. You see, I haven't had any company in several days, and I'm feeling lonely and needy. You think can do that for me Eric? I would be very appreciative of your attention. I might even think about letting you keep your job." The last sentence had a note of viciousness in it. The palomino gulped deeply, clearly feeling as trapped as he was. He needed this job badly. He had bills to pay, and things he wanted to buy. "I... understand... sir." "That's a good boy. Now, come on over here and show me what you got. No more calling me sir, I'm the bitch here." He slapped his own ass with a webbed paw, growling at the stinging sensation. His hooves carried him across the room slowly, Eric feeling more nervous about this than just about anything that had happened since he was hired on at the Wingarten residence. He had had sex before, with both males and females, but his livelihood had never been threatened if he didn't want to do it. Once he was next to the bed, Eric began to pull off his uniform, revealing a rather well-built upper body that made Ryan squirm on the bed. Once Eric was completely naked, he stood stock still before the otter, not quite knowing how he should proceed. "Come on now, you have done this before. Don't worry about being gentle with me horse, I can take it." But his voice nearly caught in his throat when he looked down to the equine's sheath, which was filling out quickly. He gulped, looking back up to Eric's eyes, still filled with fear at the situation. Eric climbed onto the bed, knees first, sliding towards the much smaller male with a nervous smile on his lips. To tell the truth, it had been awhile since he had had time to get laid either, and the situation was starting to grow on him, literally and figuratively. His pride was rising from his sheath, filling the room with a musk it had never had before, that of a horny and terrified horse. Ryan nearly turned away from the powerful scent, but something about it captivated him and he turned to face Eric as the equine's long muzzle pressed solidly against his own. He murred deeply as the incredibly long and powerful tongue forced his muzzle open and lodged itself inside. The otter could do little but pretend that the appendage was a cock and he began to suck on it like it was one, which it might as well have been based on its size. Eric whinnied in the kiss in pleasure, not expecting his partner to be so eager to get ahold of him. The lutrine's paws moved out and pressed against Eric's strong chest, roaming around on the hard muscles and tweaking a nipple when he found it, making the hoofed male groan in the shared kiss. Eric pushed forward, knocking Ryan over and covering the otter with his massive frame. Ryan was somewhat surprised at the forwardness of the equine, wondering where this confidence had come from, but he wasn't complaining about it either. The snake-like tongue slithered from his muzzle and left him panting. He tried to shove Eric from the top of him, having his own ideas of how he wanted this to happen, but the horse was far too big and muscular for him to move. "I want to suck your cock for awhile." Eric still felt nervous, but he wanted, no needed, to get off with another fur. It had been far too long. He obliged the otter, mostly because he was still scared for his job. He laid his enormous body down on the bed, arms behind his head and indicated towards his crotch. The equine cock was already pushing its way out of the sheath, laying across the horse's belly. It left a small trail of pre that just added a bit more to the musk in the room. He gulped again, not wanting to talk too much and ruin this for himself for his boss. "All yours boss." The otter sat there a moment, confused. It seemed as if Eric was going to take on a far more dominant position than he had expected, but then totally followed an order. Ryan was wondering what the horse was doing, but he just shrugged and moved closer to the colossal beast that was the equine's cock. He gripped it with both of his paws, the monster hardening a bit more at his touch. As it got harder, Eric's cock filled his paws, there being far more of it than could fit in his grip. He watched entranced, slowly starting to work his paws up and down the equine member, eliciting a moan of pleasure from its owner. Fully hard, Eric's cock had to be fourteen or fifteen inches long, and very thick, especially at his head, where his flare was. Ryan's eyes widened and his mouth watered. It wasn't often that he got to be with a guy this big, and he was a size queen. The small male leaned forward and wrapped as much of his mouth around the top of the cock as he could. It was clear that he wasn't going to be able to give the palomino the muzzlejob he thought he was going to, but he would work it well enough. Once the warm maw hit his member, Eric neighed happily, his big cock flexing, sending a spurt of pre into Ryan's lips. The otter lapped it all up and wanted more, putting himself back onto the cock and pushing down as far as he could, which only ended up being about four inches, it was just too thick. The attention wasn't lost on the equine, who's head was thrown back in pleasure. He reached down and covered the otter's paws in his own, showing Ryan how to hold and stroke his cock while he sucked, making it feel to the horse as if more of his cock was being swallowed than it actually was. He had learned to do this with shorter muzzled furs to enhance his own pleasure. A long, low moan came from him due to Ryan being a quick learner, picking up the motion fast. The lutrine's paws flowed easily up and down the large cock, its owner bucking his hips lightly up and down. Ryan struggled to keep the huge head in his muzzle, his tongue working it over as much as he could. Eric's paws gripped over Ryan's ears and squeezed them gently. He knew not to force more of his member into the otter, not wanting to hurt him or scare him too much. The littler male worked hard to keep the cock between his lips, sucking down every drop of pre that gushed from the tip, the taste overwhelming to his senses. This is what he needed, had been deprived of for days. He was a very sexual being, needing to be pleasured often to keep him happy. He stroked the massive cock with abandon, loving the neighs and whinnies coming from his partner. Eric was bucking and jerking beneath him, eyes closed in his pleasure. He whimpered and opened his eyes when he felt the paws and muzzle disappear from his cock. "Wh...what? Why did you stop?" "Cause a muzzlejob is not what I brought you up here for, don't you remember?" Eric nickered when he saw the otter move to the foot of the bed and bend over, moving his thick rudder tail out of the way and showing off his tailhole. "A.. are you sure?" Oh hunny, I have bigger toys than you, just be careful with me." He teased. "You got it, boss." The large male looked around for something to use as lube, but was unable to see anything nearby. He resorted to a technique he had learned when trying to mate in a confined space with no supplies. The equine leaned his body over and took his own cock into his muzzle, swallowing it down about halfway. He made sure to run his tongue over himself, moaning deeply at the pleasure of it as he tried to soak as much of his member with his saliva as possible. Ryan looked behind him at the sight and nearly blew a load right there. He couldn't believe that Eric was able to successfully suck himself. It was a damn hot sight, and Ryan began panting in need. The horse nearly lost track of where he was, the pleasure of his long muzzle on his cock feeling so good. The panting in the room brought him from his solo thoughts, pulling off his member, the monster glistening wet in the light. "Holy cow, that was incredibly hot." The otter panted and murred, feeling more desire than ever. "I learned that one awhile back, much better than just pawing off, and makes it easy to lube it up when none is present." he explained as he moved up to the otter's waiting and willing ass. The equine's paws gripped the other male's hips, sliding himself right behind Ryan and licking his lips, neighing in his own anticipation. His cock was hard, wet, and ready for action. He pressed the tip of his humongous member against the small entrance, a slight shiver moving through Ryan's body. The otter relaxed as much as he could, wanting to make the entry as easy on himself as possible. When he felt the horse pushing forward, he eagerly pushed back, the slightly flared head popping in with some difficulty. Ryan bit his lip to keep from crying out and scaring his partner, who was moaning deeply as his cockhead was encased in such a tight heat. Pain seared through the lutrine's body, his chest heaving as he adjusted to being so full. Eric waited patiently, no stranger to his yiff partners needing time to adjust to his size. Once he heard Ryan's breathing clam down a bit, he thrust forward as lightly as he could, another couple of inches of his maleness sinking into the tight otter. The smaller male's short claws dug into his footboard, holding on rather tightly, his rear being stuffed hard by the large stallion. He was holding his breath with each inch that moved inside him, finally letting it out when he felt as much of the huge cock get into him that could. He could tell that there was still at least a few inches that just wouldn't go, no matter how much either of them wished it would. The palomino made a mental note of how much wouldn't fit, so he wouldn't try too hard to shove that last bit in and damage the poor otter. Eric flexed his cock inside the otter, practically seeing his body jump up and down with the flexing member. He grinned to himself before pulling all the way back to the slightly flared head, then pushing himself back in to the same depth as before. The breath Ryan had been holding came out in a long gasp, his insides feeling like they were being pulled out along with the horse dick. The equine began a slow thrusting, the otter's body being pulled back and forth with each movement. He held on tight to the board, his small claws digging in to help hold him still and get what he wanted. It was hard to avoid hitting the lutrine's prostate with each push, the thrusts making the small male whine and moan with ultimate pleasure at being filled so fully. Eric was simply enjoying having something wrapped around his cock other than his own paw or muzzle. It felt so good to be fucking another fur. He could barely control himself, his speed increasing greatly as he moved back and forth, the bed whining from the increasingly rough pounding. The palomino watched carefully to make sure he didn't shove too much into his partner and injure him. The lutrine could only moan and hold on for dear life. It felt as if his prostate was being pummeled into nothing. He was writhing in pleasure, unable to touch himself as Eric pushed into his rear over and over again. The horse's eyes were closed, focused on his depth and the enjoyment he was feeling. Each thrust made both males moan in ecstasy, each one riding the pleasure that was coming. Once he got used to it, Ryan began rocking back into the horse's thrusts, sometimes feeling a little jolt of pain when he went too far. It was harder for Eric to control his thrust if the other male was pushing back. It didn't seem to stop the otter one bit, so the palomino just let it happen, the pleasure from the deeper thrusts making him whinny. His grip on the young male's hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more violent, blinded by his pleasure. Ryan's eyes went unfocused, his concentration fully on his rump and the massive cock buried within it. He didn't dare take a paw off of the footboard that he was desperately holding onto for fear of flying off the bed from the forceful thrusting. His cock bounced with each push, throbbing from the pounding his innards were receiving. Eric was getting more bestial, ramming himself forward over and over, no longer worried about the pain he might cause Ryan, since the otter wasn't complaining at all. His hips were a blur as he slid his cock in and out of the otter, his pleasure ramping up with every moan the impaled male made, each caused by his actions. With a sudden yelp, Ryan's body went rigid, his tailhole clamping down tight on the large penis in his body, his prostate finally giving in. His cock flexed beneath him and sprayed his seed hard all over the duvet cover below him. The otter's head reeled in pleasure, his claws digging even deeper into the footboard, his orgasm overtaking him unexpectedly. His cock kept erupting, and Eric kept thrusting, focused on his own pleasure. Once the bedsheet was thoroughly wet, the otter calmed a bit before the equine started thrusting in even harder and faster. He groaned, a second release slamming into him before his was ready, adding even more mess to what was already there. This time, the palomino joined him in his climax. Eric slammed his cock all the way into his boss, letting out a wild whinny before he began pumping his pent up seed deep inside the otter's body. Ryan shuddered and moaned loudly, feeling his tailhole expand to hold as much volume as possible. It was too much, however, and quite a bit of the horse's spunk blew back against his own balls and stomach, coating his tan fur with white goo. His body jerked and emptied his seed into the willing vessel, his lengthy tongue hanging out of his muzzle in his enjoyment. The horse cock started retreating before it was done with his release, spraying more cum over Ryan's back when it came out of his abused tailhole. Eric collapsed backward on the bed, breathing heavily and looking over his handiwork. The lutrine's tail was still flagged, his swollen tailhole red and leaking profusely, a large mess under the otter's belly. Ryan was still gripping the footboard, unable to bring himself under control. He finally let go, falling down into his own seed-covered bedding, his fur soaking it up along with his sweat. The strength to turn over built up eventually, and he turned to look at the horse. "Damn... that was... was... something. I definitely wasn't expecting that. You definitely get to keep your job." Eric smiled wide, still panting and coming down from his high. "Thanks boss. I'm glad I was able to keep it." "Oh yes, feel free to come back to work tomorrow. For now, though, get out of my house." The palomino laughed, thinking that Ryan was joking, but otter's looked turned cold. Eric realized that he had been serious. He jumped up off the bed, nerves returned, gathered up his clothes and rushed out of the room, trying hard to put his clothes on before he reached the door. The sweat-soaked horse made his way back to the guard shack, looking way too disheveled for the job, still uncomfortable having had to shove his not fully flaccid cock back into his pants. "Hey Reg, I'm back. Sorry for being gone so long." The bear looked over at Eric, an eyeridge raising at the sight of his work partner. "So, uh, did he have you move furniture or something?" He knew full well what the little otter had made the horse do, but he didn't want to let on. "Uh, yeah, said he was getting a new dresser or something tomorrow, and he needed me to move the old one." He lied, and he felt bad about it. But he didn't think telling the ursine that he had been forced to have sex with their boss to keep his job was a good idea. Reggie's anger was building up within him. He knew that Ryan was upset with him. That he didn't really care about. However, he didn't like that the lutrine was messing with Eric, someone who was new and naive. "Okay Eric, you have worked hard enough tonight. Go on home a little early, and come back fresh tomorrow." The horse's ears flicked as he looked back at his partner. "You sure Reg. I mean, I could really use the rest after that session, but I don't want to abandon you." "Don't worry, it is going to be a quiet night again. No one home really." "Alright, well, thanks buddy. Have a good night." "You too horsey, see ya tomorrow." Eric walked down the rest of the driveway, out to where his car was parked, whistling all the while. He got laid and got to go home a couple hours early. Today was definitely a good day. Reggie watched the horse's car drive off. He fumed a bit inside the guard shack, wondering what depraved things Eric had been put through. His fists clenched as he thought about how awful that otter could treat people. At least when Master Jake was being domineering, he still seemed to respect the people he was talking to. And Jake never seemed to overtly want to hurt anyone. Ryan was the opposite, he took what he wanted, and didn't care if the other person wanted or felt anything. It was exactly the same when Reggie had been forced to sleep with the lutrine. He didn't want to let him get away with it anymore, but he had no way to stop him. He crossed his arms over his chest, huffed through his nose, and hoped that Ryan would just forget about Eric as fast as he had taken an interest in him. Jake made his way from the Student Union building and the mailboxes, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by his whole day. Chris's reaction to trying to blow him off was completely unexpected. His arm was feeling a bit better, so he worked it out a little bit as he made his way back to his dorm. He climbed the four flights of stairs to the top and moved down the hall. His ears were up and forward, listening for any signs of the warring lovers he shared a room with. The fox didn't hear anything, and thought that maybe they had made up, which would make his life difficult. The door to the room opened, and Jake could now hear some rustling coming from the canines' room. He moved into the main room of the dorm, seeing that nothing was disturbed. At least the fight that seemed to be brewing between the two had not escalated. Walking over to the dogs' room door, the vulpine lowered his ears to look empathetic and saw the huge black wolf standing over the bed. The queeny little dalmatian didn't seem to be home at the moment. "Timothy? Are you okay?" he asked as sincerely as he could, some of it quite genuine. The wolf turned towards him with a growl of frustration, revealing a bag on the bed that the lupine was clearly packing. "I can't stay here anymore. All the stress with Roland is driving me crazy. I think I'm going to have to leave him to keep my sanity. I just don't know if I can." Jake nodded and moved closer, putting a paw on the wolf's back and patting it lightly. "I know it has been hard. Things aren't going well for Roland, but you have to take care of yourself too." "I just feel so bad that he can't rely on my like he thought he could." The big black shoulders hunched a little and shook as Timothy fought back sobs. "You never know, it might get better, and you two could be happy again." "I doubt it, we both said some horrible things today, and we were nearly ready to kill each other. If Roland comes home, please tell him I'm sorry. I'm going to stay with some of my friends from the gym. Don't tell him where I am." "Okay Timothy. I'll try not to. I just hate to see you guys on your way to breaking up. Isn't there anything I can do to help out?" The fox was pouring it on thick, hoping to cast doubt on his own motives if someone had been thinking it was his fault. "No, honestly, I don't think so. You have been a good friend to me. I'll miss hanging out on the couch and watching horrid movies with you." The wolf gave an uncharacteristic hug to the vulpine before closing the bag and walking out then door. Jake was torn between his desire to appease his step-brother or to help his friends get back to happiness. He mentally chided himself. No, family came first, even family like Ryan. He made his way out of the room and to the kitchen, making himself some food quickly, leaving enough for everyone to have some when they came around if they wanted. He felt it was the least he could do. He sat down on the couch, turning on the TV and putting on one of those movies that Timothy had talked about. He laughed a bit, remembering some of the things they had spoken about. The dorm was so quiet, he couldn't help but get a little sleepy, laying down sideways and dozing off, the movie still continuing in the background as he slept. The door slamming made the little fox jump up from his comfortable resting place, looking over at the TV to see the DVD menu repeating over and over again. He had slept through the whole thing. The fog in his mind cleared and he looked over to the door. There was a rather haggard looking dalmatian, a look of total fear and defeat on his muzzle. Without a word, the swishy male moved to his bedroom and searched it, small whimpers able to be heard from outside the room. It was clear that he was discovering what he was fearing. His mate was gone. Jake had sat up by now and waiting for Roland to come back out of the bedroom, his eyes cast down to the ground. He spoke up as soon as he saw the flash of white fur from the corner of his eye. "He's gone Roland. He packed a bag and left, not too long ago. I'm sorry." The poor dog's lip was quivering as he heard the news, his heart breaking for the millionth time today. "Do you know where he went?" he asked with hope in his voice. Jake bit his lip and shook his head. "I'm sorry Roland, he didn't say anything when he left. I don't think he wanted anyone to know so they couldn't tell you." It was killing him to keep his muzzle shut, but he had a job to do, he had a promise to keep. He also had a bet to win. "I don't know what I'm going to do. The administration is saying that I have to pay my tuition in full by the end of the semester, or I'm going to have to leave. Now, my mate walks out on me because of the stress of the whole situation. I have nothing left." The small red fur could only nod at what he was hearing. He knew all of this information, he had made it all happen. He told Roger to cancel Roland's financial aid in order to keep quiet that the adult dobie had slept with a student. Jake opened his arms to offer Roland a hug, but the dalmy just turned and ran into his room, falling on the bed and breaking out in another fit of sobs. The vulpine turned back to face the TV, just staring into space when his ears twitched, the sound of the door opening bringing his attention back to the real world. He turned, almost hoping that Timothy had returned to patch things up even though Ryan would be furious. Instead, he saw the last of his roommates, Brandon, looking almost as haggard as Roland did. The lion gave Jake a quick nod and then disappeared into their shared room, closing the door behind him. Jake just sighed and shook his head. It was getting hard to live in this place. The tension in the whole house was palpable, he could taste it. He got up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, feeling somewhat dirty all of a sudden. He wasn't in long, just long enough to wet down his fur and do a little bit of thinking. He dried off, then used the fur dryer to get all nice and fluffy again. He loved being clean, but he just never felt that way anymore. He made his way over to his room, looking back at Roland's door and sighing, opening his own and walking inside. A blast of male lion musk hit him like an eighteen wheeler, threatening to level him completely. Along with Brandon's own strong masculine scent were some other more subtle smells. Jake's canine sense of smell could pick out several different species, all female. Apparently, Brandon had been trying to get off to his satisfaction all day long, with many different girls. From the look of him asleep on his bed, he wasn't able to do so. He was fretting and trying hard to get comfortable. Making his way to his own bed, Jake lay down in it and sighed. Normally, Brandon's sexual frustration would make him feel good, knowing he was one step closer to winning the bet with Ryan. However, he had other things on his mind right now, so the lion's torment meant nothing to him. He tossed and turned for awhile, not able to get his mind to calm down enough to sleep for well over an hour. The night outside was quiet, masking the torture that several furs were going through around the campus. Jake woke up several times throughout the night, the quiet of the evening leaving no sounds at all, except Brandon suffering in his own twisted sleep. Late in the night, the fox's ears twitched in his restless sleep. "Psst" The vulpine's eyes slowly opened, looking into the face of his feline roomie. "Brandon? What's going on?" "I have to ask you something Jake. I need you to be completely honest with me." Jake just nodded, feeling a little bit trapped by the big lion kneeling next to his bed. "Okay. Do you think I'm gay?" he asked rather suddenly. "Uh... no Brandon. You have made it abundantly clear that you aren't." the fox said, wrinkling his nose to give the lion the idea that he could smell all the females' smells still clinging to his fur. "Lately I can't stop thinking about yo... males. So, I was wondering. Could I, you know, sleep with you. Just so I can get this out of my head?" Jake tried to make the shock on his face genuine. "Why me?" "I don't know. I have just been dreaming about a little red fox in my bed for weeks, and I just want it to go away." "Well, Brandon, I'm flattered, but..." "Please don't say no. I promise that it won't be that bad, I'm pretty good in bed, and I won't hurt you, and I won't threaten you, blackmail you, or tell anyone at all." The grin Jake couldn't exactly hide. "Oh... I guess so Brandon, if you want to try it with me, that would be alright." The lion, who always slept naked, was tearing the covers off of Jake in less than a heartbeat, noticing that Jake was also sleeping naked. Without another word, the feline pressed his muzzle against that of the fox, lapping heavily at his lips. Jake could barely react in time, his paws on the cat's chest as he opened his muzzle for the lion's insistent tongue. Brandon pressed into the kiss, his rough tongue scraping along the inside of Jake's muzzle, moaning deeply and deepening the kiss as much as he could. The little male could do nothing more than react to what was happening to him. Brandon's hips were bucking already, his proud lion cock already jutting out of his sheath and leaking pre all over the fox's legs. He could tell that the feline was incredibly worked up, and had been for a long time. Of course, it was due to his nightly torture of the big cat, making sure that the little fox was the only thing on Brandon's mind when it came to sex. Jake was surprised that the lion had lasted this long, truly. He thought that the king of the jungle was a little weaker than this when it came to sex. The small red paws moved down from Brandon's chest, gripping his rock hard member and squeezing it a bit, much to the cat's delight. He moaned into the kiss, finally getting the contact that he had been dreaming about. The soft paw stroked over the kitty cock, feeling how big it was, and the surprise that was the feline barbs poking out near the tip. He gasped into the kiss, wondering what those were going to feel like under his tail. Brandon broke the kiss and looked down into the fox's eyes. "This fantasy is very clear in my mind. Will you please suck on my cock and make me whine with need?" Jake nodded, gently pushing the lion over onto his side, sliding down until his muzzle was in front of the lion's musky member. He breathed in the scent, savoring the smell of victory in his grasp, before he finally leaned in and licked over the feline cock. Brandon moaned and rumbled deeply in his chest when he first felt that first lick, knowing that this was going to be great. The fox licked from base to tip, tasting the feline's thick and copious pre that ran down the side. Once he returned to the tip, he opened his muzzle wide and began to swallow the hot red member. He got about halfway before bobbing back up and down, using his tongue to swirl over the base and barbs of the feline. Brandon whimpered in pleasure, bucking his hips slowly, but Jake would not allow the cat to get any deeper, not yet. He had told the feline that he would make him whine with need, and he was going to do that. He was getting frustrated, wanting to jam his cock down the fox's throat, but Jake was keeping him at bay, making him more and more needy by the minute. Brandon growled in frustration, though it wasn't a negative frustration, he was loving this, every second of it. His mind was clouded with pleasure, so much so that he didn't even care that he was thrusting his cock into the mouth of another male. "Please Jake, please, more." Those were the magic words that the vulpine had been waiting to hear. He stopped pulling away from Brandon's cock, allowing the feline to piston in and out of his muzzle. The cat felt the new pleasure surge through him. He sneered, baring his teeth as his dominant side reared up. A huge paw gripped the back of the fox's head, the thrusting of the lion's hips picking up in pace. Jake thanked the fact that he was amazing with his muzzle when he felt the lion's speed and ferocity increase. Any lesser fur would have been choking and gagging and asking to be let up. However, he took the pleasurable punishment like a strong male, taking all that the predator could give. Several minutes passed, Jake's jaw starting to hurt when he heard the growl building up in Brandon's chest. The feline grit his teeth hard,stifling the roar to keep as quiet as possible just as his cock erupted in his prey's muzzle. Jake did all that he could to swallow the flow of feline seed, completely overwhelmed by the flood, lion seed bursting from the sides of his muzzle and pouring down onto his chest and neck. When the cat stopped bucking, Jake released the still throbbing member from his muzzle and collapsed fully onto his bed. The bet had been won, but the crafty fox was not done yet, he was going to milk this for all he was worth. Brandon didn't seem to be too willing to be done yet either. His cock was still hard and throbbing, and the lion was still ready for action. He looked down at Jake with a grin. "That was great, but my fantasy isn't over. You still up for more?" The little fox nodded and grinned. "I'm always up for more, you should know that by now." "Well, the rest of it has you riding me, bouncing up and down on my strong body and my cock." "Hmmm... well, we certainly want to make your fantasies come true, big guy." He was no longer pretending that this was something that he didn't want. The lion rolled over onto his back, reaching down and stroking over his member, the vestiges of his last release still clinging to him and leaving a nice lube layer for Jake to ride on. The fox got up on his knees, which were already somewhat shaky, straddling the stocky feline as best he could. He pretty much had to stand on the bed to be able to reach it and push himself up and down. His fluffy tail went up on instinct, something that almost made the fox cringe. He still had his dominant moments, as Ryan would be finding out shortly. The vulpine sucked in a breath, the tip of the lion's member pressing against his tight entrance. The breath was released as entry was achieved, the blunt tip of the feline's member pressing into his body. He grit his teeth as he slowly sank down onto the hard cat cock, Brandon's moan growing in intensity as he felt his cock being absorbed into the hot body of his roommate. Jake murred deeply when he reached the base of his roomie's massive cock, feeling it tight against his prostate. "Talk to me lion, I know you like it that way." He pushed himself up to the tip of the cat's cock, feeling the barbs on his penis scratch and pull at his insides all the way up. At the peak of his movement, he looked down at Brandon before driving himself downward, hard and fast. A gasp caught in his throat, changing quickly to a heavy moan of pleasure. Brandon grinned, his own rumble coming from him when he felt and watched Jake slide up and down his pole. "Oh yeah, take that sharp cock inside your tight cu... ass, bitch." They both laughed about the near slip, only momentarily forgetting what was going on. Jake used his paws to anchor his body to the lion's chest, beginning to move himself up and down on the thick pole under his tail. He threw his head back and moaned deeply. "You like that cock stretching your hole, don't you?" Brandon reached down and slapped the fox's ass, a rather loud slap echoing in the room. The vulpine yelped at the slap, licking his lips and panting like a whore. "Oh yeah, big man, take my hole and make it yours." The slammed himself down onto the hard cat, squealing in pleasure as he rode the male for all he was worth. His legs were shaking, he was so turned on. The feline sensed Jake's issue and flipped himself forward, adjusting himself so he was on top of the fox with those red legs around his waist. He was now doing exactly what Jake had asked him to do. The lion pulled back, dragging his barbs right over the other male's prostate. Jake squirmed and moaned, writhing in pleasure beneath his partner. "Yeah, the little bitch loves being put on his back and fucked hard." Brandon let his paws wander over the fox's body, feeling his slim, but toned chest, up to his neck where he rubbed and scritched. Lastly, he brought one of his thick fingers to the fox's muzzle and shoved it inside. Jake suckled on it like it was a repeat of the maned male's cock. He lavished it with attention, running his tongue over the claw and soft pad. "Fuck yeah, pussy boy, suck on that and take my cock in your hot ass." The lion began thrusting hard, cursing and moaning with each thrust, his barbs beating up the inside of the other male's body, both of them loving it with all their hearts. Jake reached down and clicked a small button on a hidden remote, a signal heading to a camera he had mounted in the closet with a night-vision lens. A barely audible click went off, and Jake had his proof. Now he could just focus on the attentions of the big cat who was mounting him better than most. The lion was lost in his lust, pumping himself in and out of the prone fox and loving every second of it. He could feel his second orgasm building up in his sac, working its way up through his prick. "Oh yeah, foxy, I'm gonna fill your ass with hot lion seed, so you will have both ends full of Brandon." He slammed forward over and over, bouncing the vulpine on his cock making both males moan and groan. After several more minutes of continually increasingly rough pounding, Brandon leaned down and clamped his jaws lightly around Jake's shoulder. It helped him to muffle his roar as he claimed his new slut. The cat pushed forward hard, letting his cock erupt inside the shuddering male who's own cock was erupting between the two. His seed covered both of the males, Brandon filling his rump with thick musky lion cum at the same moment. When finished, Brandon fell upon Jake's body, panting and snorting through his nose. The smell in the room was distinctly male, and distinctly sex. It was hard to get fresh air to breathe. Jake was pinned, unable to move, barely able to breathe underneath the bulk of the lion. He didn't mind though, the feeling of the weight of a strong male on top of him was fantastic. In another quick moment, the feline was up and out the door of the room, heading quickly for the shower. The fox was left in a kind of stupor, not really realizing the lion was gone right away. When he came to, he realized that Brandon was not there. His ears perked and he heard the shower running, nodding to himself. In the shower, Brandon was leaning against the wall, thinking about what he had just let happen. He felt awful, mostly for Jake. The fox had really seemed to enjoy himself, and he might want to do it again. That thought terrified the lion, making him shiver under the shower head. He had enjoyed it far too much for his own taste. However, the thoughts now running through his head were about the females he had been with in the last several weeks, and he almost got hard again, except the fact that he had already cum twice. His brain went back to Jake's tight ass and how good it felt, and how easily the male had brought out his orgasm. He sighed, nearly in tears, a position the lion didn't find himself in often. The teasing little fox, was curled up in his messy bed, enjoying the thought of his victory of that little twat Ryan, as well as the scent of the two males' seed all over the place. His ass would hurt for a week, but he didn't care. The next time he was going to get laid, he wasn't going to be taking anything up his tailhole anyway. He drifted off to sleep, body aching in blissful agony, thinking about the beautiful little tailhole of his brother that he was finally going to get into. When the fox woke the next morning, it appeared as if Brandon hadn't slept in his bed at all. Jake was positive that he didn't sleep with him all night. He wondered where the giant lion had gone. He got dressed and headed out for his day, feeling terrible about what was going on in his household. It felt as if his whole world was falling apart. He had trouble concentrating on anything throughout the whole day. His mind was either focused on each of his roommates in turn, or on his step-brother Ryan. Somehow, winning the bet just didn't feel as good as he thought it would. He was rushing so fast that he didn't realize that he brushed right by Brandon, who was equally lost in thought. Brandon walked past without even noticing, until he ran right into a certain young doberman who was just as lost as the previous two furs. The two collided, the smaller of the two falling to the ground. Brandon stopped long enough to pick the dog up from the ground. Chris thanked him, but his perked up ears happened to catch a part of the gigantic lion's mutterings. "I can't believe I slept with Jake. That fox must have done something to trick me into it. I just know it...." The dobie stopped in his tracks, staring after the lion before looking down at the ground, fists clenched. His Jake had slept with that giant? That little slut was going to pay. How dare he break the heart of the young dobie. Instead of heading to class, Chris headed home. Several hours later, a police cruiser was out in front of the dorm. Several officers were standing around waiting for the detective to arrive. When the large male badger showed up, the men were waiting to give their accounts of what happened. It seemed that the dorm cleaning lady had found the body face down in the bathroom. There were multiple injuries and cause of death was unknown. The detective took his notes and then looked up at the officers. "Okay, so who are our suspects?"
Waking of Corruption by Hikarishade	#4 of Corruption of Innocence - _Part three of the Corruption of Innocence. Kiara wakes to a new world._ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kiara would wake the next morning slowly. He would feel her start to stir. Her eyes would flutter open and she moaned softly. Her hand coming up to	[ "Abuse", "Bisexual", "Bondage", "Demon", "Domination/Submission", "Fox", "Unicorn" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10115-waking-of-corruption	Part three of the Corruption of Innocence. Kiara wakes to a new world. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ Kiara would wake the next morning slowly. He would feel her start to stir. Her eyes would flutter open and she moaned softly. Her hand coming up to touch her neck where the wound from the bite was already flawlessly smooth once again. He licked at her face affectionately, just glad to see that she was alright. Part of him had been cursing his demonic hunger... Cursing the lust he had for blood, especially hers. But he said nothing, and just pressed a great deal of affection to her, glad to see she was alright She turned her head to look at him. There was something strange in her eyes. Something that had never been there before. She smiled slowly and closed her eyes again. "Will we do that again?" He smiled warmly, just glad that she was alright. Part of him wanted to say no, but the demonic blood flowing in his veins screamed out the real answer\* ... Yes... I think in time, we will... But that is dangerous for us to do too often... Your body will pass out from loss of blood again... You had me worried She frowned slightly and looked at him slyly, a smile toy at her lips. Her violet eyes flashing briefly. "What if I and drinking your blood at the same time.... would I pass out then?" Yes there was a definite difference in her, though not an altogether bad one. A singe brow raised. This was something he wanted to find out. The healers were already nearby.... So why not? He reached up and made a small cut in his neck, enough for her to suckle on, as he guided her head to him. He waited to see if she would do this or not She seemed to hesitate, for a small moment. The last of her dying conscious trying to scream at her to stop. But it was oh so very easy to ignore that now. She leaned up and very slowly licked his wound. His blood coating her tongue before she pressed her lips to it and began to hesitantly suck at his wound. Her eyes half closing as she wrapped her arms around him, pressed in herself against him. It was an almost orgasmic feeling for him.... Her suckling upon his neck. He would let her do so for a time, before he leaned in and bit into her neck, flooding his maw with her blood She jumped a bit as she felt his teeth bite into her neck but she moaned softly against his neck and wrapped her arms around him tighter. The hissing feeling of pain and strange pleasure filling her senses as she drank from the wound in his neck, and felt her own blood draining to his. His entire form arched against her, pressing every piece of him into her that he could. His breathing heavier as he felt her draining him, and only being replaced by what he took from her. The cycle was one that could go on forever if they did not stop, but there was some part of him that simply didn't care. She was breathing heavy herself. Her ears were flat and her eyes had slowly turned red once he had bitten her. Her fingers clutched him tightly against her as she lost herself in this new, strange hunger. Sucking and licking at the wound. Swallowing hungrily at the salty bitter blood that seemed from her lover and down her throat. Her own blood, a quicksilver color, sweet and light, heady and strange. Not as good as a pure unicorns blood would have been.. there was a richness to it that was different, and corrupted. But she still was in essence a unicorn, albeit a fallen one. Kage was lost in the sheer wonder of their joining in this moment. There was no act that was as intimate as this... Nothing ever felt as wonderfully as this did.... This was something primal and demonic, and altogether special... Something that no one could share without bonding to the other. And there was nothing that he would allow to separate them in this moment, as he fed from her, and she fed from him, sustaining each other Kiara shivered and after a very long time of staying entwined with him she moved her bloodstained lips from his. Her head spinning, drunk as it were. Her eyes a dark, angry crimson, like closing embers. "I love you Kage.... " When she pulled from him, he finally allowed himself to pull away from her. There was a great heavy panting on his breath, but he had to return the words that he should not have said\* .... I love you.... Kiara....... She licked at her lips, cleaning them of blood as she gazed up at him. Her own breathing was a bit heavy and she caressed the lines of his vulpine face with her hand. Her eyes half closed as she was feeling very strange... but very good. "I think part of me died.... but... I do not mourn it... " He smiled warmly, and licked at her face, leaving soft smears of her blood across her cheek. At this level of her corruption, there was nothing that could stain her fur any longer.... But now he just wanted to let her know of the level of affection he held for her\* ... .The last of your old self is gone.... You have given yourself to me, body, heart, and soul..... There is nothing that can separate us now... We are a part of each other. She gave a flick of her ears and the crimson eyes were starting to fade slowly back into shades of softly glowing violet. "Soul? What is a soul? I have not heard of this thing." Her hands would continue to lightly caress him, strangely not caring about the blood smeared across her face. He chuckled softly, and placed his finger over her heart\... The soul is what makes us who we are... It is our life energy... Our very essence of being. It is what makes us alive, and different from plants and rocks... I ... I do not know if I have a soul... I am a half demon... And demons do not have souls.... But I am half mortal as well, and they do... She gave a tilt to her head, her ears flicking back as she considered that. "I do not know if I have a soul.... Unicorns..... we are not the same... we are different..... and I am different from them now too... I am not a unicorn... I am something else.... what am I?" He gently traced a single finger down her face, the tenderness he only showed to her preset\ ... you are fallen.... You are still a unicorn, but you have fallen to the darkness.... Not that this is a bad thing... You will know pleasures and joys they will never experience... you know lust, and pleasure.. and most importantly, you know love.... No other unicorn that has not fallen knows what love is..... She flicked her ears back. Fallen? Such a strange word. She shook her head. "I don't like that word... it make my gut twist funny.... I want to be called something better.... " She frowned slightly, his blood still lightly staining her lips. He only smiled, and pressed his lips against hers for a moment before he leaned back\* .. You are called something better... . You are called Kiara... you are also the only one of your kind to have a name.... She smiled and caressed his face gently. "I am Kiara..... but only to you... others see me and only see your pet, or a..... a fallen..... Wh-what will other unicorns do if they saw me now?" She had an uneasiness in her belly when she thought about that. He had to be honest in this part, but he did sneak the venom of his deceit into it. the more he could keep her attuned to him, the better it was\* ... They will become jealous....They will want to hurt you... To take away the joy you have found here with me..... She pulled her lips back and flattened her ears. And strangely her teeth looked just a little different from normal. But the change wasn't obvious. "I would hurt them first... I would.... I would... I would do something and make them hurt first. He chuckled softly, and tenderly caressed his hand across her cheek\* ... I know you would love... but I wouldn't let them hurt you, or destroy that which we have worked so hard to create.... Please do not worry..... She smiled and leaned into the touch of his hand. She hadden't thought about those other he had held below in the last few days, nor did she inquire about the one she had killed. Nor did she now. "What will we do today Kage?" He smiled and shrugged his shoulders a little. He actually hadn't had anything planned but there was of course the important ones\* ... Well... We should probably eat before we go to whatever it is we decide... She nodded slowly and smiled "I would like something to eat. Will... Will they have fruit for me today? Or can I go outside and graze? I would like that... but... it was so bright yesterday... it hurt my eyes... " She frowned slightly. "Its never hurt my eyes before.." He nodded his head, quickly changing the subject\* ... Yes.. .I think we can have a picnic... We will have the food brought out to us, so you can graze as well as eat what the cook prepares for you.... Does this sound good? ... And yes, I will make certain that we have some fruit for you this morning... And I asked them to make some more of the sausages you liked so much She brightened, the violet eyes paling to a more shade of blue, just slightly. "I can go outside? Can we go to my forest? I miss my forest... please? I please Kage?" She looked to him hopefully, her hands lightly placed on his chest. He wanted to take her to the forest, but he worried about what would happen when she got there. It wouldn't be the same anymore. But as she looked to him with those big pleading eyes, he simply couldn't deny her\* ... Y... Yes... We will go to your forest... But... The animals there will not remember you I think.... She frowned and shook her head. They wouldn't... she looked so strange now... she sighed. She longed for her woods again, longed and needed it. "Can we go now? I want to be home... I want to be in my woods." He frowned a little and nodded his head. He knew that when she went back, she was going to be very upset... But he didn't have any choice now... He had promised her.... Slowly he got up and offered his hand out towards her\* She accepted his hand and stood up. She felt so good. Energized as she stood. Her movements ever graceful as she shook her mane out and her tail coiled around her hocks. She looked eager, happy, and ready to go, pacing about the room. He however was far from as optimistic about this, and took her hand with his, and gently pulled her towards the door, leading her out of their room. It was a good walk, but he took her out of the castle, and past the village walls. They were finally out in the wilderness again, and before long, he took her out to the very edge of the forest where he had found her. It had taken them a long time to get there, but he had been mostly silent the whole time She was never less eager, though her eyes hurt from the light again and it took longer for her to adjust them to the light. But once she was in the woods she seemed to perk up. And she broke away from him to run here and there, but things were different... while she had been in the woods her woods, autumn and winter had never touched it. Animals had come to her and happily played. Now they saw her and ran.. the tree's had begun to wither and leaves were coating the forest floor. She frowned and looked at him. "Everything is dying! I shouldn't have ever left..... He moved over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking as softly as he could\* ... nothing is dying.... This is the way of the world.... This is what all forests do without their unicorns... It is the natural cycle of life... \he hated to be so tender in this, but he had to. looking around, he found an acorn in the ground and pointed to it, bringing her over\ ... Do you see this acorn? this is a seed... If you had not left, it never would have fallen... and it never would grow... But now, when spring comes, it will plant into the ground, and it will grow tall and proud with time. She shook her head, her eyes wide as she looked around her. If fact it was too early for fall even for the natural cycle of things. She shook her head and moved from tree to tree... "No.. no their dying.. I can feel them dying.. their all dying.. and the animals.. they fear me.... They don't know me.... The grass... its all turning brown and dying.... Its wrong.. I should have left... No... no I don't want my woods to die..." She was starting to panic, and strangely, she was getting angry too. There was a soft sigh from the demonic fox, and he fell back. This was why he didn't want her returning... The forest always suffered after the unicorn left... But they eventually recovered. But there was nothing he could do now She turned on him, her ears flat and her teeth bared. "Why? Why do they fear me? Should I give them something to fear? What have I done to them.. This entire woods stinks of fear." She was getting angrier the deeper she moved into her woods. Her eyes were slowly changing from violet to red. He kept his distance, but he followed, always. Her anger raged, and he let it rage. He would keep himself to pure silence, just letting her body run through the anger and the pain that she was feeling. In a way it served him... It gave her over to the darkness even more She would probably have calmed down if he had tried, but with his silence she only got angrier. And she eventually lost complete control on it and she started to storm through her woods. Animals fled in front of her as she ripped up dying plants and threw them, took rocks and threw those too... basically just having a tantrum. She did however manage to get her hands on a rabbit that was cowering and she grabbed it and shook its screaming furry body until the back snapped and she threw that too. He would follow her, rather impressed by the rage of anger. He would eventually step in, but for the moment at least, he let her anger envelop her... She needed to learn to deal with it, or at least accept the fact that it was a part of her. So silence still kept him, and he followed along behind her, watching very carefully She turned on him, her mane was all over, the silver and blood flecked strands a mess around her. Her chest heaving as her eyes blazed red. "My woods is dead... I want everything to die in it too.. if my woods are dead everything in it will be dead... Help me... " She was just a little deranged right now. Her lips were pulled back and her teeth had definitely gotten more pointed. "If my woods are dead I will kill all of it.... They have no right to live here if they cant keep it alive." This was when things had to stop. She had tasted the lust for blood through anger, and he knew that if this went too long, she would go insane. He took some quick steps over towards her, and suddenly it seemed everything around him darkened, his voice much louder then it had ever been before\* .. KIARA! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW She took a step back but didn't back down. "NO! This is MY woods... MINE! I lived here, I cared for it.. if it dies they ALL die! I want them all to die!" She turned around and screamed with fury as she wanted something, wanted to find anything living and rip it apart. "ITS MINE! " It hurt him to do this, but he had no choice. He walked over to her and slapped her across the face. It was swift and sharp, but by no means anything that would do more then sting. The golden eyes burned brightly as he stood. He may be shorter then her, but in that moment he seemed to simply tower Her head snapped to the side as he struck it and she let the shock of it rush through her. He had never actually hit her before... She blinked and her eyes faded from red to violet again. Her ears flicking back and she shrank away from him. She blinked at him, uncomprending him or where she was... but her lip trembled and tears threatened to fall from her face, though for some reason didn't, at least yet. He sighed heavily, and moved forward, pressing himself against her, and wrapping her in his arms. She didn't understand what was going on, and he knew it... But he had tried to keep her from returning. Now all he could do was offer her the comfort that she needed She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. Pressing her face against his shoulder as she whimpered softly. She was so confused right now.. so angry, and sad... The fear and pain and dying around her was pressing in on her senses. "Wh... what's wrong with me..... " He shushed her softly, trying to soothe her as much as he could. This was one of the rare times he would use his shadow powers, and the shadows reached up around them, and pulled them down into the darkness. They would be surrounded by nothing but the stark black of wherever it was they were. In truth they were in transition... Between the shadow world and their own She stopped shaking as the coolness of the shadow wrapped around her and she relaxed, her eyes closing, though no tears had been shed It felt good here, numb and quiet. No sounds of death and dying and fear... She didn't move away from him only held herself against him and tried to calm herself down. He pressed himself heavy against her, and lifted her chin up. He pressed his lips to hers in a warm kiss, that somehow seemed far more significant here... But then when the rest of the senses were deprived, each touch and every sound echoed with far more impact She leaned up into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him more firmly. She needed him right now, more then anything. Needed to know he was there and know that he hadden't left her. Not like her forest had, or her animal friends... That he wasn't going to leave her. He pressed himself to her, and made certain she could feel every touch, every tender caress. He pushed his tone into her mouth, turning the kiss to one of great passion and love. He wanted her to know he cared very much for her, and was not going to allow anything to happen to her She shivered to every touch he gave her. And as he pressed his tongue into her mouth she would return it. Wanting him to know just how much she cared for him as well. Her fingers sliding through his fur as she pressed as much of her body to his as she could. He smiled and wrapped his arms about her form. She was always naked, but he still had his pants on. A warm look spread across his face as he moved and broke the kiss. He lowered his head, and wrapped the warm vulpine maw about her nipple. But this time he dug his teeth against the flesh, and sucked hard on her She jumped a bit and then moaned as she leaned her chest into the assault of his mouth. Her head leaning back as she ran her hands down his body, enjoying the smooth feel of his fur and encountering the fabric of his pants. Her fingers weren't very dexterous, but she would work at getting them open. There was an urgency in her that there had never really been before. She had had a bad shock back there, and she needed to forget it. The small fox murred softly as she worked at his pants, and finally they would come open. He wore nothing beneath them, and the rather prominent vulpine sheath would be fully exposed for her. His maw worked harder at the nipple, the teeth pressing harder against the flesh in the sheer bliss of the sex they were about to share The harder his teeth pressed against that sensitive flesh, she more aroused she became. She moaned and her hand slipped down to rub and caress at his sheath. Her nipple diamond hard against his attentions. Her body was aching for him, it wanted him. There was once a time she would have questioned why she crave this feeling, this desire to have sex with him, but she didn't care now. All she knew is that she wanted it. He murred around the nipple, and finally released it, wrapping his maw about the one that had not been given any attention. He moaned softly in his throat as he felt her pressing against his sheath, and he pushed his hips forward into her hand She moaned softly as her one breast was left and the other sought out. Her tongue slicked across her lips as she began to stoke and caress his sheath, a hand moving down to cup and fondle his balls as she leaned her second breast into his mouth. This nipple responding like the first, hardening to a rock at his abuse. He would sup on it for some time before he pulled back, and gently began to guide her down, pushing her in the vast weightless darkness towards his crotch. He was going to give her another chance to try the blow job, but would see how far she would go of her own accord She was a bit curious as to what he wanted. After all, the last time that he had made her give him a blow job, he had forced it on her, and she didn't know what it was or why he had wanted it. But she was unresisting. As he moved her into position she hesitated. She really didn't know what he wanted her to do, but her hands caressed him slowly. He wanted something, but she didn't exactly know what He murred softly as she stroked him gently. The glistening pink flesh was fully exposed for her, and ready for whatever she wanted to give. Panting softly, he spoke in a slightly strained voice\* .... if you want to... suck on it... lick it.... It makes me feel very good.... Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, the only sound there was. She then blinked slowly. Well... he wanted it... she was not one to deny him what he wanted. She flicked her ears back and lowered her head to his exposed flesh. Her tongue would slide from her lips and move along his cock. It was strange, but not bad. Salty... and equines were ones known to like salt. She began to lap at his sex like a horse at a salt lick. Slowly and savoring every one. But... he had said suck too.... She was more hesitant with this one, but she did take the head between her lips and lightly suckle at it experimentally. The moment she sucked him in, there was a loud gasp, and this was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure, as his form arched towards her in bliss. His breathing quickly went to a loud panting as she suckled on his head At this rather obvious display of pleasure she would suck more of his sex into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the under side of it slowly as she sucked on him the way she had sucked on the teat of her mother long long and longer ago then she could clearly remember. It was a strange request, but not an unpleasant one, and one she didn't seem to mind now. He panted loudly, as he wanted her to take more of him into her maw... But he would not force this.. This time she needed to do these things for herself. His eyes closed tight, and he panted loudly, his hips arching back and forth a little, as she sucked at him. She would soon be rewarded with a taste of his pre She was a bit surprised at the salty sweet taste of the pre cum that her tongue encountered. She snorted softly and shifted her position slightly to one more comfortable and one where she wasn't going to be stabbing him in the gut with her horn. That had her along his side, her breasts resting on his left hip as she began to suckle more energetically to the cock that had given her the strange treat. Her tail tuft caressed his face. He panted and moaned the more she sucked on him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed his hips towards her more. The harder she sucked on him, the more of his pre spurted into her maw, and consequently down her throat. His breathing had gone from calm, to the heavy panting of one who was drawing in on an orgasm She could hear the change in him, and curiosity drove her on. She wanted to see what he would do next. She had an idea from the one time he had made her do this before, but it had been different some how. She began to suck harder, swallowing the pre-cum as he oozed it onto her tongue. And taking more of him into her mouth. She was well and truly able to have all of him in her mouth really, such was the blessing of an equines head. Her tail tuft tickling and teasing him slowly The deeper she took him, the easier it was for him to deal with this. Panting away loudly, he pushed himself back and forth a little, face fucking her some. His eyes were deep in sheer bliss, before suddenly he arched and moaned loudly, the knot swelling as he came near to his climax She wouldn't know what to do to make him shoot off in her maw any more then what she was doing. But she suddenly had a great driving urge to get him to do just that. She would push her head down as far as she could. Her soft velvet lips pressing against his knot before she started to bob her head up and down against the ridged pole of his cock. Her hands coming up to cup and rub at his balls as she could sense his climax drawing close. With this sudden bobbing of her head, he only lasted a few moments more before he threw his head back and screamed out in pleasured agony, and released the spray of hot seed deep into her mouth She nearly chocked on the rush of salty, bitter cum as it flooded into her mouth. She had half expected it of course, but it would probably always be a shock. She swallowed most of it, but it did dribble from her lips, such as a novice was apt to do. He was panting extremely loudly, and he was trying to get coherent thoughts into his mind. He panted loudly, and shifted his form around a little. He was in a state of bliss, and his mind was still reeling from the intense pleasure that she had just given him She would pull her head away in the darkness and blink rapidly. though she never took her hands away from him, and was always in contact with him in some way. She didn't mind the taste, but it was strange. This was obviously the warmness she felt from him every time they had sex. And somehow that made it better. She licked her lips clean from dribbled cum.
The Goat Farm 2 by Ramseys	#2 of The Goat Farm A young man finds out, when it comes to sex, nice guys finish last. - Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex! Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2012 I hope you all enjoy For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' first.	[ "Anthro", "Bestiality", "Cum", "Feral", "Goat", "Human", "M/F", "Non-Anthro", "Oral", "Pig", "Story Progression", "Story Series", "Vaginal", "Zoophilia" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464412-the-goat-farm-2	Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex! Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2012 I hope you all enjoy For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' first. [http://www.sofurry.com/view/450709](http://www.sofurry.com/view/450709) The Goat Farm 2 (Jeff's story) Jeff was your typical High School graduate... Short black hair, skinny, 'wiry' some would say... But when you consider that only about one in fifteen young folks that enter public High School ever make it to the end... Jeff is not the normal young person. He got his diploma in a trade. He's a very good driver. Took to the massive big rigs in no time. Turning, backing up, parking... He could park the huge vehicle quite literally on a dime. So with his newly minted Commercial Drivers License in hand, he got a job at a local lumber company making deliveries. And being the new guy, a young one to boot. He got all the crappiest deliveries, in the oldest crappiest truck, to the most difficult locations. But he really needed the job, so he kept quiet. His folks, for a graduation present, had all the locks changed and his stuff was on the front step... Seams their government mandated parental duties were fulfilled. Then one day, when he was just getting back from yet another crappy delivery to a stone quarry. He was walking across the lumber yard, trying to beat some of the limestone dust off his clothes, when the foreman hollered from the office. Veering from the path that would have taken him to the showers, he headed to the office. On his way, he noted that a truck was just finishing up being loaded. "What'sup?" He asked the overweight foreman. "Got one more delivery." Jeff looked at the clock, 15 minutes until quitting time. His refusal could cost him his job. "Where to?" "That new country club. And this load got forgotten until now. They've been buying a ton of stuff here, so we've got to keep 'em happy, even if they are a bunch of dumb animals." Jeff looked again at the truck... One of the new ones... Heck it would be worth it just to get to drive sometime besides that piece of shit they gave him. "Sure... Be happy to save your bacon, boss." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The Kangaroo looked at Jeff's CDL and company ID. Scanned both and had Jeff look into a retina camera. "Where's the regular drivers?" "Home or a bar, I guess... I got the overtime load on a Friday." The 'roo told him to wait, and went into the guard shack. After a phone conversation, that Jeff could hear a little bit of... "No the truck is fine and that load is still strapped to it.... I'm just doing my job!... If you had done your's, I wouldn't have to check on a new driver." Jeff had hung his head out the window of his truck, admiring the flowers around the guard shack... He gave a slight start with the face of the guard 'roo come back into his field of view. 'Ollie' (The name tag said) handed Jeff a lanyard with two plastic tags. A white one had his full name, a bar code and a magnetic strip on the back. The other was a bright green tag that said "Delivery Driver" and a number. "When you leave, turn in the green one and keep the other one incase you come out here again." Then the kangaroo handed back the invoices for the load and pushed a remote on his vest that made the orange and black stripped stop bar swing up. "Follow the 'B' signs." "Thanks" Jeff said and stuck his hand out... It was the 'roo's turn to look surprised... Taking the offered human hand in his paw, he carefully shook and then released it. With a happy wave, the young man drove into the construction site. Leaving a perplexed kangaroo staring at his paw. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ One day in school, for extra credit, Jeff stayed after to meet 6 members from the I.A.O. (Island Animal Outreach) A pair of each of the three animals found on the island. Two hogs, two kangaroos, and two goats. They out numbered the students that stayed. Jeff asked polite questions, he class mates made rude remarks. Jeff looked at the modified hooves and paws... Marveling at each. The animals were fully clothed... Jeff sort'a wished they hadn't been.. he had seen a few photos showing the huge balls that normal boars and bucks possess, and wondered if the 'uplifted' animals bore the same. So while shaking a kangaroo's paw wasn't a common occurrence for Jeff, it was one he had done before and knew what to expect. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Sure enough the road made many splits and Jeff was soon on the 'B' one that led around the massive chalet to a huge barn. Soon he found the area that looked like they were waiting for him. Leaning out of the window, Jeff asked an all brown goat were he wanted the load to go. The buck, dressed in a heavy duty carpenter apron, pointed to a temporary loading ramp. Jeff parked the truck within an inch of the platform. Hopping out of the cab, the human set to work loosening the tie down straps and rolling them up. Suddenly Jeff got the feeling that something wasn't quite right... He stopped and looked around... All the animal workers was looking at him. "Ahhh... Am I doing something wrong?" He asked the group. The goat that had told him where to park spoke up. "All the other drivers never get out of their trucks... We do all the unloading." "Oh.. Sorry I didn't know I wasn't allowed to get out of the truck." Jeff turned to head back to the cab. "You can get out... There's no rule that says you can't... It's just that the other drivers sat in their cabs with the AC going." "But why?... This place is amazing... You guys are amazing... " The human stood looking at the different goats.. there were even a few kangaroos with shop aprons on. Just then a doe goat came out of the office trailer that sat between the barn and main chalet. She was all white with a green summer dress on. She came up to the foreman and spoke quietly to him. He nodded and turned to me as she retreated to the trailer. "Care for a tour of the place? We can get this load for you." Jeff was given a hard hat and he followed the foreman. The place was getting close to being done, but of course all the little details take time. "Another 8 to 9 months the front office figures." Then they wondered over to the barn. It was mostly done. They even had some of the normal animals they were going to have in the 'Farm Encounter'. Wide open floor with a smooth rubberized covering. Along the back they had it set up so there was an open pen inside where food and water was kept, an enclosed stall for cold weather and to just let the animal 'hide out' if they want to. The back of the stall opened to an outside paddock area and past that, for the bigger critters, (Horses, donkeys, cows, who aren't here yet) large pastures. The animals that were already here were 8 hair sheep. (In cold weather they get an undercoat, but in warm weather it sheds, so no need to shear.) A dozen or so goats. (Anglo-Nubian like the goats from the island) And 4 pigs... (Again the same breed as the island pigs, Durocs) They were standing in front of the pig pen when a sow ambled up to them. Jeff asked if he could touch her and the foreman wasn't sure. Just then a doe bounded up. She was a brown with white patches. She wasn't wearing anything. "Hello Robert, showing a guest around?" Just then she noticed my bright green "Delivery Driver" tag. She seamed to get flustered at this... "Oh.. Ahh.. Hello. You got out of your truck." Jeff did his very best to keep from looking too hard at her crotch teats. "Ahh, yea... I seam to be a bit of an oddity in that regard." Robert the buck goat said to naked doe, "The driver was just asking if he could touch the pig?" "Soffie?... Sure, she loves attention." Jeff was happy to be able to turn away from the two goats, to hide his growing erection. He leaned over the low fence and slowly started scratching the sow behind the ear. He noted how soft she was there. Contented grunts came from the pig. "My first time to touch a real pig." Then he realized what he said.. "I mean I've touched a couple of the island pigs.. they came to my school. But as far as one you'd find on a farm around here. This is the first." The two goats had a whispered conversation while Jeff was distracted with the sow. The doe spoke, "That is part of the reason we're going to have the 'Farm Encounter' area here. So people can either relive or get acquainted with normal farm animals... You seam to be someone that would like to visit here." The human gave a slight snort. "I wish... I'm not exactly Country Club material." "Maybe the next time you're out here then." The foreman suggested. "No... I doubt I'll get by here again anytime soon." Jeff sound wistful. "The drivers are all union and seniority gets to pick what deliveries they take... And this is a favored one. So I'll not be back unless they have another screw up and they need someone to work late on Friday." The human could see that the goats were just finishing up unloading his truck. "And I better be getting back... Thanks for the tour, and letting me pet your pig... I'll remember that." The 'up lifted' animals stood around and watched the truck as it drove away. "Think he'll come back?" Molly the naked doe asked the buck foreman. "Yea... did you see the way he was looking at you?... He'll be back." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ On Monday just before noon a delivery truck pulled up... Parked about five feet from where it was suppose to park and the window rolled down and a burly arm thrust the invoices out into Robert's hoof. "Where's the young guy?... We asked for him to deliver." "Listen goat.. I don't tell you how to do your job, so don't try to tell us how to do ours." And the window closed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Jeff had just sat down on a picnic table at a rest stop. He could hear the ticking of the hot metal as his breaks cooled down. His truck, over loaded with granite slabs, had once again made the trip off the mountain, and Jeff was letting things cool before heading back to the lumber yard. His phone chimed... A message. 'Who could that be?" 'Jeff Scott: We would like to see you after work today concerning a job offer. Your travel expenses will be reimbursed. -- Robert: Capricorn Construction' \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Jeff sat in the guard shack talking with Ollie, while waiting on a taxi. "I went in and told 'em I was giving my two weeks notice... Next thing I knew they had two guys watching me clear out my locker... I couldn't even keep my cap!" The 'roo nodded and stated, "This is a much better outfit to work for." "Yea, I'm quickly finding that out... After spending all morning filling out forums and signing every piece of paper in the joint. I'm now find myself with a lunch per diem in my pocket, waiting on a cab so I can go pick up brand new lease truck I'll be driving for 'em." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Friday of that week, Ollie hopped into the cafeteria, spotted Robert and joined him at his table. After some small talk the 'roo asked... "You know where your new driver goes at night?" "Home?... But it's obvious from your question that's not correct." The big kangaroo nodded... "I did the background check on him, I know he lives not too far from his old job, meaning it's a hell of a long ways from here. Too far to walk, or ride a bike even. No busses, and a taxi... Well even with the better pay you all are giving him, still wouldn't be enough to cover a taxi to and from every day." "So where's does he go?" The brown buck asked. "Last night a patrol spotted a light in his truck... They gave it a 'bounce by' and they seen Jeff in the truck bedding down for the night." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Jeff made his last trip for the day. Robert was waiting next to the time clock for him. "We got something for you I think you'll enjoy." Was all the buck goat would say as he led the human to a part of the barn not quite done. The 'Members' area. Small rooms that the members can request for the night. Never know when a member would have a need for a room over night... Like when the wife kicks him out. Actually these were 'overflow' rooms in case the half dozen in the chalet were all taken. The hallway only had a bare bulb as did the room Robert opened the door to. But inside... It was fantastic... A bed made obviously by the carpenters, 2x6's and 2x8's had been carefully bolted together. Heads recessed, all edges smoothed and sanded. A full size mattress lay on it, blankets were used for sheets, and one was folded up for a pillow. A chair from the cafeteria stood next to it. The walls hadn't been painted yet and the floor was just bare concrete. "Well... it's not very fancy, but should be more comfortable then the cab of the truck." The human was dumbstruck for a few sec, then said. "You did all this for me?... I guess you found out. Come to think of it, I thought I saw a pair of kangaroo ears flash by the truck window..." "You're a good man Jeff. Sometimes dealing with suppliers... well the humans talk about fairness and equality... I'm sure you get some of the hatred because you work for us." Jeff nodded, a little ashamed at his fellow man, some of the things he's heard hadn't been kind. Going out to the truck he brought in his personal stuff. Razor, towel, soap, spare clothes, laptop, and phone. He'd have to figure a way to stop by his old place and get his TV, beat up gaming console and some second hand dishes. Later as the young man lay in his new bed he had to smile... "I'm living in a barn with animals..." Which to him, didn't seam odd or wrong at all. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Since the suppliers were all closed on the weekends there wasn't any deliveries, but the human happily hopped on the little used forklift and was soon moving and stacking material so the carpenters wouldn't have to walk as far to get needed supplies. Later Jeff found out that the island animals don't have the depth perception to safely use the machine. Which accounted for the audience he had for most of the day. Even the seldom seen hogs popped out of their offices to watch. About three, Robert called an early end to the work day. Went over to the human and thanked him for pitching in like that... It was, after all, his day off. On the way to the shower Jeff passed by the pens for the 'normal' animals. Soffie was standing at their usual corner. The human had been spending part of his lunch times petting the pig. So he stopped and was cheered listening to the sow's happy 'oinks'. Molly came by, naked as usual, and told the human that Soffie was used to him and if he wanted, he could hop the fence and get closer to her. Jeff was surprised and a bit honored, Molly really watched over her charges here in the barn. Soffie seamed happy that the human was sitting down on the hay next to her. First thing she did was to stick her flat moist snout into the human's arm pit and snuffle deeply, giving happy grunts and squeaks in the process. Molly leaned over and spoke softly into Jeff's ear. "Human sweat has some of the same chemicals as in boar's saliva... Soffie probably thinks you're a boar that's come to court her." Before the human could say anything, the doe had pranced off to the other end of the vast barn. The young man sat rather stunned until a snout in the ribs brought him back to the job at hand, scratching Soffie. "So you think I'm another hog... Hmm?" The human never tired at all the different happy sounds the sow could make, as he scratched her behind her floppy ears, under her jaw, or between her front legs. Soffie turned sideways and Jeff continued to scratch her dull red hide. Again out of nowhere the naked doe was leaning over them with a stiff bristled brush in her hoof. "Here..." she said thrusting the implement at the human. "She likes this." And she was gone again. Carefully Jeff stroked the brush over the sow's tough skin. Sure enough, the animal leaned closer to the brush. Along her back and down the flat sides of the pig, the human brushed and brushed. He got lower and lower on her side, until he was starting the curve under her belly. But the skin was softer there so he switched back to his hand. He got closer and closer to the line of teats... Should he? "SHE LIKES THOSE RUBBED TOO." came the voice of Molly from several stalls away. The human jumped like he'd been shot! Once his heart left his throat, he began to rub her many teats, as well as the very soft strip of pig flesh between 'em. Soffie finally tired of having her boobs massaged, she turned again... Only this turn presented Jeff with a view of a very pink pig pussy. Figuring Molly was watching from someplace, the young man picked up the brush and again brushed the thick pig skin. Around the curled tail and down both hips. All the while he stared at the pink mound of sex flesh. He knew Molly washed the pigs everyday... She was so very clean... His mouth was dry... He licked his lips, wishing he could... Jeff wondered to the tack room in a daze... Strange new thoughts were swirling around his brain. He put the brush on a shelf next to similar ones... And wondered to his room. One of the carpenters had built a small desk and left it outside his door. "Like Elves or something." he mused aloud at how things just seam to appear. The human carefully carried the desk inside his room and put it against the wall. Stepping back he saw they had even put a small drawer in it. Pulling it open there was an envelop inside. Opening the unsealed letter... The letter head was from security. From the desk of Ollie North, head of security. To: Jeff Scott Subject: Wi-Fi Security would appreciate is you would help beta test the Wi-Fi that will be used here. Please report any loss of signal, or interruption of service to this office. You have unlimited usage. Thanks for your help: Ollie North At the bottom of the page was a log in name and password. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ After supper Jeff returned to his room. He had thought about going to see Soffie again, but he wanted to check a few things out, before his had a second 'date' with the pig. The laptop battery was nearly flat. (They hadn't made the 'Zero Point' battery small enough to fit in a small device.) So he had to move his new desk slightly so the power cord from his old Dell would reach. At least the job at the lumber yard had paid Jeff enough so that he could afford the fee to get his laptop switched to 'adult' mode, since he was over 18. Google told him about the reproduction cycle of hogs. And how the boar's penis worked. Youtube showed him the 'mechanics' of how pigs mated. And because the island animals were not 'animals' by law, there was porn with humans and island animals, since it wasn't bestiality. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Actually some of the porn had been made with normal animals. And when the law found out they arrested them, only to find out the new laws were too broad and too vague. So new ones were passed, only the island animals, who weren't really animals, could shag 'normal' animals, because they could 'read' the body language and could tell if the animal was consenting. Then a farmer was turned in by his ex-wife for having sex with a goat... On the stand the farmer said that one of those island goats had come by that very day and told him, that particular doe goat was really wanting someone to shag her. So he did. There's still was no clear law, after all these years. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ With all the Youtube vids and the porn, Jeff was able to brush Soffie's bottom without freaking out. Which he did, along with the rest of her, everyday of the following week. Sometimes he'd be out there even after the lights had been turned off. He thought he noticed something Monday... By Tuesday he was sure... Soffie was coming into heat. Her cute pink cunt was swelling. Wednesday he made a bold move, he rubbed his hand over sow's mound. Just a quick swipe... Then longer, lingering rubs... All the while the hog made her happy sounds. Thursday he let his finger slip in the increasing growing pussy... He found her sharp fleshy point of her clit. This brought a squeal of pleasure from the sow. He tried to slip his finger farther into her, but Soffie wasn't quite ready for that and moved away... But as wet as she was, surely her 'standing heat' as the articles had called it, couldn't be that far off. Friday he came to her just after the lights had been lowered to the night time levels. After her normal greeting of deep inhales and snout poking into armpits, she just stopped moving, as if she suddenly was rooted to the floor... "Could it be now?" the human wondered... He had watch the vids of how a boar 'work' a sow. Nose lifts along her flank, shout bumps around her rear, and finally the chin on her rump. Jeff got up and using his hands the lifted the flesh around her belly, the moved behind her and put his hand on her rump... She stood still. Her vulva was easily twice it's normal size. The human looked around... No sign of Molly. Slipping his shorts off, he had no underwear, the young man now tried to figure out how to get his fully erect eight inch cock, down to her level. Spreading his feet wide apart, he flexed his knees... The sow's cunt was very slick. The fluid fairly bubbled out of her slit. One hand on her back, with the other he pressed his uncut cock head against her puffy lips. They easily opened to let him slide the first few inches in. He stopped to see if Soffie wanted him to stop. What he got was a sow backing up onto his cock, while making happy sounds. There was no lube that could have been as slick as what the pig was putting out. Jeff slid deeper into the silky smooth, oh so warm pig pussy. The human started to slowly stroke his cock in and out... Damn she was so hot... And Damn she was so smooth... And Damn she had some nice muscles in there. It had been many a month since Jeff had a pussy to fuck. And this one was fucking perfect. He picked up speed... His cock was rock hard as it stroked the animal's cunt... Soon his groin was giving meaty smacks to her bulbous pig butt. With both hands on her hips he held some of his weight off his complaining knees. He wasn't used to being in this position but he was way too far gone to quit now. Faster he pounded her swine flesh... The human wished he had taken his shirt off too, he was getting hot, sweat dripped down his face and onto the hog's back... He breathing was becoming ragged... Close... He was getting close... Squeals and grunts, Soffie was happy... So was the human... With a sharp gasp, Jeff dumped his first load of human semen into the hog... Another stuttering stroke and another blast... Then a third... The forth and final stroke and spurt... He nearly collapsed onto her back, knees giving out... When his softening cock slid from her hole, he rolled off her and into the hay next to her. Almost at once he noticed a bigger hog approaching them. From his full tusks Jeff knew this was a boar, and could be dangerous for him to be in here. But the animal attention was clearly directed towards the sow and not him. After some greeting grunts and squeals, the huge male wasted no time in putting his chin onto Soffie's rump. Again she stood still and quickly the boar had heaved himself up and onto the sow's back. The pinkish red corkscrew cock was soon thrusting in and out of his belly sheath in search of pig pussy. After watching countless vids of farmers helping aim boar dicks at sow's cunts... Jeff decided he'd give the boar a helping hand. Scooting closer, he reached out and caught the waving skinny dick and aimed it at Soffie's puffy twat. That the human noted she was dripping his cum. Quickly the osculating cock slipped into the wet pig twat. He saw the boar heave himself farther up onto Soffie's back as his cock slid farther into her. "Thanks kid." The deep melodious voice made Jeff jump. An island pig! He knew there was a couple her... The male was called Murphy. "She sure is a great fuck, isn't she?" The human could only squeak out a "Yea". Was he caught? Did they even care? The huge island boar sure didn't seam to mind diving into sloppy seconds. Leaning back on the hay Jeff watched the two hogs go at it. He could see Murphy was still stroking his cock back and forth in the sow... But soon his cock must have caught in her cervix and twisted in... And if he was like the boars he'd watched on Youtube, he'd be in her for a quite a while. Only a few feet from a fantastic sex show, Jeff's cock started to stir back to life. Soon the human was slowly stroking himself as he imagined the boar's cock buried into the sow's griping cervix, making the male pump out his cum into her waiting womb. There was something stepping on the hay next him and a soft voice saying, "Now there's no need to let this go to waste." And before he knew it, Molly had her hand around his cock, gently stroking it. Her other hand held a bottle of lube that she slathered onto his penis. Then she was over him, her hind legs did that fold that only digigrade legs can do, and she was sliding her cunt down his cock shaft to end up with his balls against ass. A short fluffy tail gave a quick wag, sending her feathery tail hairs to caress his scrotum. The doe gave his cock a squeeze with well trained cunt muscles, and then said, "You got a nice cock." After which, she started bouncing up and down on the human's 'nice cock'. Leaning foreword, the doe goat rested her hoof/hands on the human's chest, as she rode his cock. Jeff had just gotten into her rhythm, when she stopped, gave a soft bleat, her cunt spasm around his throbbing cock... Then she was back to bouncing up and down on his groin. Looking over at the two hogs, the human was sure Murphy had a smile, and gave him a wink. Having just cum in Soffie, he had a ways to go before he could cum again. But the doe goat didn't seam to mind, she kept up her steady beat, stopping from time to time to do her goat orgasm. The pattern of white patches on brown was dizzying as he watch Molly get off on his hard cock. Laying his head back he just concentrated on the hot goat pussy that was caressing his dick. Every once in a while, one of Soffie's happy squeals could be heard as well as the goat's soft bleats. Being nineteen, it didn't really take all that long before the human started to feel the tightness gather in his loins. Looking down he watched the goat's pussy lips, pulling out and pushing back in as Molly rode him. With his own lustful groan, the young man gripped the goat around her belly, just above her heaving hind legs and added his own thrusts to their fucking. With a low cry, "I'm goin'a cum!" Jeff pulled the doe down, onto his twitching member. Molly uses her trained cunt muscles to grip the human's cock as it spewed it's white seed up into her animal twat. For the second time that night, Jeff's orgasm raced through his body, blast after blast of his gooey white cum erupted into the happy doe siting on him... Then... Quiet... Molly slowly lowered herself onto the human's chest. She bent her neck down so she could nuzzle his face and neck. "I'm glad we were right about you." Her voice was heavy with sex, as she whispered the words into his ear. With two fucking hogs in the background, and Jeff's slowly wilting cock still being milked by the goat's twat. The two quietly talked... Or rather the human listened as the doe told him about how the men on the island made the doe goats 'Sex addicts'. And how they were always on the look out for willing partners. That humans and animals, 'natural' or island animals, could never make young. And even Murphy's fucking of Soffie won't make little pigs, since she was a 'natural' pig. Another trick the men on the island played on them. They wanted to do, and see, lots of fucking, without lots of little ones. The only way she could become pregnant was with an island buck. The two were then quiet. They watched the growing puddle that grew between Soffie's hind legs as Murphy's cum steadily dripped from her puffy lips. "You didn't look all that comfortable when you were fucking Soffie." The doe softly said. "You were watching?" "Sure, I wanted to see if you'd fuck her." The human nodded and since everyone was so cool with him fucking Soffie, he said. "Yea I wished I had something to kneel on, so I'd be the right height. Just then the massive red boar pulled his cock out of Soffie and slid off her back. With what sounded like a very self satisfied grunt, the big male lumbered off. But not before a casual, "Have fun you two." was tossed over his shoulder. Soffie seamed to have had her fill of sex for the night and wondered over and laid on the soft hay. Both human and doe looked at their still joined genitals. "We seam to be a sticky mess." the goat noted. Molly stood and Jeff got a good look at the pussy that he had been so deeply buried in. Sort of a dusky brown, except where it still gapped open from the girth of his cock being in there for so long, it was reddish pink. A white pearl of his cum dripped from her. Reaching down, she helped the human to his feet. She grabbed her bottle of lube, he snagged his shorts from the fence where he had tossed 'em. The two wobbled to the showers. Back in his room. Jeff was soon in a deep happy sleep. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Jeff was up at his normal time, and headed towards the cafeteria. But not quite making it. Nora the all white goat doe from receiving, stopped him. "I hate to ask you on your day off, but could you make a trip into town for a small pick up?" "Sure, not a problem." The human was in a very good mood. "Well you'll need to leave right away, the store's warehouse staff leaves at 1:00 on Saturdays." The human changed course and followed the goat to the receiving office to get his paperwork he'd need for the pick up. Just as he was heading out the door to his truck he met Molly, with a plate with three large chocolate chip cookies on it and a large glass of orange juice. "I heard you were having to head out without breakfast, so I got you some cookies left over from last night. And Bill send you a glass of his special juice." Jeff took a cookie from the plate and the glass. "Bill?" "He's going to be the head bartender... I guess you've not met him. He's an all black buck with a really nice set of horns." The human wondered if, 'nice set of horns' was code for something... Since the juice was in a 'glass' glass, he downed it quickly and snagged the rest of the cookies off the plate. "Thanks Molly..." he wanted to say and ask so many things. "You're welcome, now you better get going." She took the empty glass from him. "We'll talk tonight." Jeff headed to his truck, the 'special juice' had a bit of a bitter after taste. He'd better mention that to Bill if he was planning on serving that to humans. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ He made it to the store by 12:10. He was glad he didn't make anyone stay over. Especially since it was just one package that he stood on end in the passenger side of the flatbed's cab. If the fast food place hadn't been in the same shopping center, he probably wouldn't have stopped... Seamed his thoughts were returning to last night. He got his sack of food to go and carried it in front of his groin as he walked back to his truck to hide his growing stiffy. Safely in his cab he hit the AC and wolfed down his sandwich. Switching on the motor, he werrrrred back into traffic. He absently munched his fries as he wound his way out of the city. It was after 3:40 by the time he got back. He was so preoccupied with his thought's, he nearly blew by the guard house. Good thing Rolph was quick on the remote or else he would have snapped the 'stop arm' off. Backing the truck up he rolled down the window and apologized to the 'roo. "I'm really sorry.. I was really lost in thought... I..." Rolph just smiled good natured and said he was happy the human had provided a bit of excitement to a boring Saturday afternoon. Jeff and the heavy box was in receiving by 4:00. Nora took the paperwork and pushed the box back to the human. "It's for you." was all she said. The human lugged the box to his room. Just outside the door sat a small package. The box went on the bed and going back he grabbed the smaller package and put it on his desk. "Might as well start small and work up to the big one." he muttered aloud. The small package contained a bottle of lube, like Molly had last night. "Well I guess this makes it official..." he thought. They were cool with what happened last night. That thought made his dick throb in his pants. He tore into the big box... Some sort of exercise equipment... the instructions showed someone kneeling on the adjustable pads and doing a series of stretches and yoga type moves. Jeff stared at the pads... Not only were they ok with what happened last night, they were supplying special equipment to make it easier for him. The knee pads were connected together with a bent u-shaped bar between 'em. This he put over his shoulder and grabbing up the bottle of lube, he headed to the pig pens. His full erection tenting his shorts, leading the way. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Soffie seamed to be waiting on him. She gave her 'happy to see you' grunts and turned around so her swollen vulva was inviting him in. His clothes were off in a flash. His hands shook as he adjusted the knee pads and placed them to just either side of the sow's hind hooves. As wet as she looked, the human didn't think he needed lube, but he splashed a thin coating on his rock hard cock before dropping to his knees, and thrusting into the waiting swine. Soffie gave a bit of a 'surprised squeal' but quickly started making happy grunts. Jeff never felt so... Alive?.. lustful?.. Just plain horny. He was quickly pounding his cock into the puffy pig cunt. He grabbed the sow just in front of her hips, to help pull himself deeper into her. He could feel the swollen puffy cunt lips of the sow squish against his groin. Every nerve in his body seamed awash in lust. The sight of Soffie's broad red back, and the faint musk of her heat. The wet slop of her natural mucus as his pounding cock slammed into the wet swine pit. 'Yes Yes... I'm going to cum!' a voice in Jeff's mind screamed. 'Yes, let me cum in her!' The human's fast rhythm never faltered right up to the moment of release. Then he was blasting huge wads of whitish human cum deep into the animal's pussy. Again and again he fired his semen into her. The walls of her swine tunnel were hosed with his jets of cum. Five, six, seven times.. Another, eight! Massive loads of human ejaculate were unloaded into the sow. Finally he was just sending small spurts of gooey white liquid to add to what had pooled in her vagina. The young man slowly bent over and as the last of his cum dribbled into Soffie, he laid on her back... His breaths were deep and ragged... Finally he recovered, the fog of lust seamed to lift some. 'Damn!' he thought, 'Who knew sex with a sow could be so intense.' He must have had some reservations last night, but now he had no such inhibitions. At least that's what he figured had happened. Several minutes later, he was still rock hard... And still buried in Soffie's warm cunt. he lifted himself off her back. Small movements made his cock throb. Slowly the human started to fuck the sow again. Soffie's happy grunts were like music to the young man's ears. More sexy then any human female utterances. Jeff looked down to watch his cock plow in and out of the puffy nether lips of the sow. Her tail in a tight curl, twitching in time to his powerful thrusting. Just a few months ago, he never would have thought about fucking a sow... Now it seamed like the most natural thing in the world... Out of the corner of his eye he noticed another hog wonder up... It wasn't Murphy... Another sow... She came closer, he could see her lift her head and scent the air. Even the human could smell the heavy musky scent of sex hanging in the air around he and Soffie. Having another sow watching them seamed lewd... And exciting... He slammed into Soffie even harder... His lust rising in leaps and bounds... His cock churning the mixture of her mucus and his cum into a frothy liquid that leaked out with each stroke... 'God she feels so damn good!' he thought... His first blast of cum rocketed deep into her... Followed by another even stronger... Thick gooey ropes of human semen jetted into the pig's vagina. Powerful blasts sprayed her mating tunnel... Then the human was spent... Just a dribble of cum... "Hey kid, you want to stop hogging the sow?" Murphy's deep voice rumbled behind him. "Let somebody else have a go with her." Knowing the massive boar was just behind him, Jeff's erection finally wilted. The human pulled out of the sow. A thin string of sticky translucent cum connected the two for a moment, before breaking and starting a journey towards the floor. Standing up, the human reached down and picked up his kneeling blocks. He stopped for a moment to watch the rope of his semen gather speed as gravity pulled at the viscous fluid that leaked from the puffy pig vulva. Murphy walked up to the sow. He looked at the cum that flowed out of Soffie. "Geeze kid, you part boar or something?" Jeff stammered... What does one say in a situation like this? "I'll... I'll clean her off for you." "Won't be necessary kid." The powerful hog heaved himself up, onto the sow's back. Murphy's cock made a few pokes at the sow's rump before Jeff remembered to help. Seamed a bit surreal to be helping another male plow into a pussy you was just in. Backing away, the human bumped into the other sow that had been watching all this time. "Oh... Hello there." Jeff knelt down and started to rub the sow's ears. "You seam very interested in what's going on here." The new pig started making happy sounds, but soon turned her red bulbous rump towards him. Her light pink pussy lips were shaped like a small mound. Her tightly curled tail seamed to wag almost dog like as he looked at her. "Well you seam happy to show it off, now do you want someone to do anything with it?" He mused aloud. Reaching out he scratched around her rump above her tail and down both sides around it. 'Well she seams to like that.' Jeff thought to himself. Next he lightly ran his fingers over the soft mound, and the sow stood still. The human's lust tickled something in the back of his mind and before his knew it, he was leaning in, putting his lips around the pig's pussy mound and was lightly sucking on it. Which made the 'happy sounds' the sow was making become even louder. The human flicked his tongue over the soft flesh... And then inside... His exploring tongue soon found her spear like clitoris at the bottom of her slit. Every time he'd make contact with the sensitive organ, the sow would hunch up her back and give a little squeal. But she never made a move to get away from the onslaught of tonguing. All of which had brought the human's lust back up to full boil. Jeff pulled his mouth away and picked up the lube bottle, squirting some on his fingers and smeared it over her mound. Carefully he slipped his finger into her opening... She pushed back... Deeper he slipped his middle finger into her snug cunt... The sow still made happy sounds and never tried to move away. The human's throbbing erection demanded to be tried next. Standing up and retrieved his kneeling blocks and placed them on either side of her. Next he slathered a good coating of lube over his rampant cock. And knelt behind her. One hand on her back and the other aiming his hard cock at her nether lips. Her vulva opened to accept him... He pushed deeper, she pushed back... The snug tube stretched around his cock... He was half way in, stopped and pulled out, he applied more lube and slid back in... Easier this time... Deeper... Deeper... Her warm vagina welcomed the young man's penis into it's depths. When his balls touch her rump, the human whispered. "Tight.... oh so tight." For a few moments he just held himself deep in her... but his lust wanted more, it wanted to fuck her... Pulling back slightly, then pushing back in... Then longer and longer his strokes became. The sow's cunt loosened... And soon Jeff was fucking her with long powerful strokes of his cock. His lust was happy, it liked fucking pigs... He like fucking pigs... 'God... so hard' Jeff marveled at how stiff his cock was. 'Like steel'... Again and again he drove his hard cock into the sow's cunt. The human felt his third orgasm of the day, start to build. Stealing a glance at Murphy, by the blessed out look on the boar's face, he knew he had screwed his cock tip into the sow's cervix, and was sending squirt after squirt of his hog semen into her uterus. That thought was enough to send the human's own cum to start rocketing down the length of his cock and blast into the sow's vagina. This third orgasm rocked the young man as hard as the first two. Jeff could scarcely believe the amount of cum that was pumped from his glans and into the sow. Not that he minded the intense feeling of pleasure he was getting from wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Jeff lay sprawled on the sow's back. The world finally stopped spinning and his breathing was returning to something more normal... He was still very hard... And the sow was still milking him with her squeezing pussy muscles. A sudden movement to his right... Soffie must have moved. He could see the long thin penis stretching from her cunt to Murphy's belly sheath. With a grunt and a quick lunge the boar was once again fully on her back and his cock was hidden from view as his sheath opening was pressed against the swollen vulva of the sow. The young man's cock lurched and throbbed at the sight... He was ready to go again! Levering himself up with his arms, Jeff looked down at the deep red skin of the sow he was still buried in up to his balls. He watched his shaft slowly appear from pink neither lips that stretched in their reluctance in giving up the thick penis... Then puckered back in as if sucking the cock back when he pushed back in. The wetness of the lube, his cum, and her mucus shown in the late afternoon light that streamed through the open doors. He felt as if his whole body was one big sex organ. He closed his eyes as he pick up speed. Faster and faster the human fucked, until he was again slamming his groin against firm meaty rump of the sow. All three hogs were making happy grunts and squeals as the scent of their musky sex filled the air around them. Even the human was adding soft moans to the chorus, as well as a staccato rhythm of slapping flesh. "OH YEA" came out as a mixture of groan and shout as the human achieved orgasmic bliss for the forth time that afternoon. "Fuck yea." was softly uttered nine times, once for each blast of Jeff's cum into the happy sow. This time the young man seamed locked into his position. Head lulled to one side, eyes still closed, slacked jawed. Breathing deeply as he relaxed as the last of his semen was milked from his cock... That was still far from flaccid. Someone was stepping through the hay behind him. A warm fuzzy body pressed against his back and a white goat muzzle slid over his shoulder and along his cheek... "Sally, you mind if I borrow our young human for a bit?" It was Nora... She wanted him! The sow that was milking his cock spoke. "Sure... Just remember where you found him." The sow was another island hog! And she hadn't said a word the whole time he was fucking her. Jeff looked over at Murphy, who looked like he was enjoying the whole thing... Not just the sow screwing. "Sally meet Jeff... Jeff meet Sally." "Nice to meet you, I'm sure." The sow said in a 'valley girl' voice.. and gave his cock an extra firm squeeze. "Are you two being mean to Jeff?" The white goat doe asked in mock concern. "Heck no." came Murphy's deep voice. "I let him have first go with Soffie here." Nora left Jeff on his kneeling blocks, still stuck in the sow. She went over to a soft pile of hay, bent down on all four's, did the front leg kneel and hind leg fold up just like a normal goat would do. "Come on over here, you look like you need a break from all that sex." For the first time in a couple of hours, Jeff's 'one eyed monster' had finally flagged and was looking at the ground. He didn't look at his cum leaking out of Sally's pussy, for fear of making himself horny again. He had just sat on the hay next to Nora, when Murphy slid off Soffie's rump. There was no missing that ribbon of cum that flowed from her soppy twat. "I think we did a pretty good job kid. She looks well fucked if you ask me." And with that pronouncement, the big boar walked over to a patch of hay and laid down. Soffie followed, and after sniffing Murphy's belly where the end of his sheath was, she went around and laid with her back to his... Sally had turned to watch and then turned back to the human. "I'd say Murphy was correct. You two did do a heck of a job on poor Soffie." She then gave him a wink. "And you did a pretty nice job on me too... I'll remember this for quite a while." And she too wondered off and laid down at the far end of the pen. Jeff nodded towards the sleeping boar and sow. "Too bad they can't have kids between 'em." "So Molly told you about island animals and normal animals?" Nora asked. "And humans... About how I can't get anyone pregnant here." Jeff laid back on the hay, a cool breeze blew in for a few moments. He enjoyed the cool on his still heated body. "Feels good"... The human look around and in a low voice he asked Nora. "Ok.. What did Molly give me this morning?... I mean cumming four times in a row like that... That's not normal, even for a porn star." Nora told him about the 'super sex' drug the men on the island had made for themselves. And how they became addicted to it. To the point where they didn't eat, didn't sleep, they just kept fucking the animals. That was why he couldn't ever tell anyone about it. If it got out into the world, mankind would fuck itself to extinction. They had given him a tiny dose of the drug. Nothing like the dosage the men on the island were giving to themselves. "Why give the drug to me?" "We need to learn about it and it's effects. And we wanted to give you a reward for being such a nice human to all of us." Nora's voice had a pleading sound as if she wanted him to understand and not be mad at her. "It'll wear off in a few more hours." "Well then...." Jeff sat up and looked at the white doe. "I guess we better get on with the testing." The human really couldn't be mad at the goats. After all they were in a permanent state of sexual arousal. He was only going to be like this for a few more hours. "I'm betting you'd be a willing partner for the next test?" Nora gave a happy bleat and said. "Oh god yes. I've always wanted to do it, what you humans call, the missionary position." Jeff got up and retrieved his bottle of lube. From the porn he'd watched, missionary with a goat, one just had to roll said doe over from the position Nora was in now. By the time the human had picked up the bottle to then turn back to her, his erection was once again full hard. Kneeling in the soft hay, he carefully rolled her over... Which she did very easily. "I've been practicing laying on my back." She almost sound like she was blushing at the admission. First thing Jeff noticed was her bright pink nether area. Her tiny rosebud of a vulva was already wet with her juices. "You sure you can take me?" the human asked. "Yes, very sure... We doe's can stretch a lot." And again he could almost hear her blush as she added. "I've been practicing with a dildo." "Well Molly sure didn't have any problem last night. She must have been really worked up the way she started cumming as soon as she sat on me." "Did that bother you?" "Heck no, I thought it was uber sexy." Just remembering Molly last night, his lust flared up. With a lustful groan, he got into kneeling position behind the doe. With suddenly shaky hands he barely got the lube open and coated his throbbing erection. He closed the top and tossed the bottle aside. Taking his cock in hand he started to aim for Nora's animal cunt... Just not quite the right angle... He took her hind legs in the other hand and pushed them farther up, making the goat rump roll up more. 'There', he thought, 'That should be just right'. Leaning foreword, he pressed his glans against the pink opening. Sure enough it opened easily to let him slowly slide his rampant cock in. He watched as the pink flesh gobbled up his cock. As with Molly last night, he slid completely in without stopping. The hot goat flesh wrapped around his cock... He leaned foreword more, he didn't have to hold her legs, his belly held them in place... Nora gave a soft bleat as he hilted in her. Again a short hairy tail wagged against his balls. Jeff lowered himself onto his elbows on either side of the goat's body. He had her trapped under him. But the only sound she made was happy little bleats. Slowly he started fucking her. Lifting his loins up to pull out and then back down to drive back into her silky vagina. Her vulva twitched and tried to grip his slick shaft as it thrust in and out of her. Even at this slow pace the doe was soon bleating and quivering under the young man. Jeff would stop at these times, to let her enjoy them, then continued his slow fucking of her sex. He started to grind himself against her when she started moaning and twitching, he must have been tweaking her clit, because she seamed to have a more intense orgasms. By now the doe was panting and her bleats became louder... "Fuck me..." she whispered. "Fuck me hard." Looking up at her face, he saw her looking back at him. Her wide spread horns kept her head directly pointed at him. Sliding his hands under her head he lifted it so he could be rub his lips against her's. Her tongue flitted out and 'kissed' him. Jeff rocked his hips from side to side... She shuttered and bleated... He let her head back down into the soft hay and resumed his thrusting into her... Faster this time. Long full strokes... Harder and faster the human fucked... His own lust rapidly heated... Quickly the fog of sex overtook the young man as his hips became a blur as he pounded the white doe. Jeff's breathing became as ragged as the goat's... On and on he fucked her... Lust flared... Muscles bunched... Semen blasted forth. "Ahhh... shit that's sooooo good." the young man cum hard, for the fifth time. He hugged the doe to him as he held himself deeply in her milking cunt. A third animal's vagina was coated with human semen. Whitish fluid jetted into her... It blasted so hard that it flooded the very deepest part of her cunt... Nora heard the human cry out and felt him shutter and buck above her... She could feel the powerful jets of cum being blasted into her. And she too was amazed at the amount of semen the young man pumped in. She had never been so full of cum... Even after a orgy with a dozen bucks! The goat felt the human relax on top of her, and his breathing slowed and became steady. He had passed out! 'Good thing he's skinny' Nora thought to herself. Since her hoofs were under him, it was easy to roll him over onto the hay. Jeff's arms and legs flopped out into a 'spread eagle'. His still dribbling cock also flopped about smearing his belly and thighs with jizz. The goat could see the human's chest rise and fall with his steady breathing. Molly stepped over the fence and knelt next to her friend. "He's not dead is he?" Nora giggled and said, "No.. just overcome... it was his fifth time this afternoon." Molly looked at the white doe's pussy and at the mass of oozing human semen bubbling up. "Damn, looks like you had a go with Murphy." she noted. "You know, I've not done him yet." Nora stated "Seams like he's always fucking Soffie or some other 'in heat' sow." "I wouldn't bother." Molly offered, "Connie did him once, she said he was great at first, but then she had to clinch around his cock so tight to make him cum. By the time he was done she had sore muscles and a jelly plug that dissolved when she was in the shower, thank goodness, he must'a pumped in a pint she said." Nora listened to the information and said, "Thanks for the warning. I guess I'll stick with ruminates...", she added, "And humans". "Lay still for a minute, I'll go get a towel." Molly got up and was quickly back with a couple towels and a wet washcloth. "Here you go", as she handed a towel to Nora and knelt next to the sleeping human. The brown goat with the white patches cleaned the human the best she could, wiping up the mixture of various sexual fluids. Nora put the towel over her cunt and rolled onto her belly. "Whoa... maybe not a pint, but a good half a cup at least. That drug is really something". Standing up the white doe held the towel to her groin. "I feel like I'll be dripping human cum the rest of the day." Molly got up and surveyed her handy work. "I guess that's good for now, at least he won't be so sticky when he wakes up." The two goats left the pen and went their separate ways, Nora to the showers and Molly back to taking care of 'her' animals. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Jeff slowly returned to conciseness... What a dream he had... fucking pigs and goats... even now he was dreaming about getting a blow job... wait... He got an eye open and looked at his groin. There was a sow's head bobbing up and down. With a groan he laid his head back down. He was rock hard again... Who wouldn't be? That hog really was doing a great job. He looked again... "Sally?" The sow only oinked and kept up her head bobbing and her tongue swirling around his shaft. Her long snout easily took him full length... Her flat nose blew hot breath into the hair around his cock base. 'Who knew pigs could suck?'. She must'a been at this for a while, because his loins were already starting to feel that tingle... The human moaned and started to buck his hips up into that wonderful wet swine muzzle... "Oh god yes!" Jeff cried out as his orgasm roared through him... His body went stiff as his cum shot up like a volcanic eruption, spewing hot cum into the back of the pig's throat... muscles worked... cum jetted up... blast after blast... only five this time... The drug must be wearing off. With a great deal of happy grunts, Sally slurped up every drop of human semen, and sucked for more. The young man reach down and gently pusher her sucking muzzle from his cock... "Too sensitive!" Jeff croaked. "The head is too sensitive now". Sally laid next to the human, she was still eyeing the wilting penis. "Don't you ever get enough?" Jeff asked with a chuckle. "Do you?" Asked the sow. "Yea... after six times, I think I'm done for a while." admitted the human. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* So began the biweekly orgy. And a few months later, by unanimous vote, Jeff was promoted to "honorary animal". And was given access to the private residence wing of the barn. Soon after he moved in with Sally.
Lion, Tiger and Bears, oh my, part 01 by Kindar	#8 of Lion, Tiger and Bears, oh my Â Â Â Â Â September 23rd, 2010 - Â Â Â Â Â September 23rd, 2010 Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I could have cried with relief when I finally started seeing buildings in the distance through the foliage. I hadn't set out to trek through this jungle for so long. One day	[ "Abuse", "Anal", "Gay", "Human", "M/M", "Male", "Mild NC", "Pedophilia", "Poorly formatted", "Rape" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97822-lion-tiger-and-bears-oh-my-part-01	Â Â Â Â Â September 23rd, 2010 Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I could have cried with relief when I finally started seeing buildings in the distance through the foliage. I hadn't set out to trek through this jungle for so long. One day is what it should have taken me to reach Lima from the dig site, Trek through the jungle to Pucallpa and a short flight over the mountains and there I would have been Â Â Â Â Â Now, it was three days after I'd started and I was only now getting to a city. Instead of just wanting to get laid because it would feel nice, I needed it, I needed it really badly. It was a good thing this city had come up now; the last time a jaguar attacked me it took all my willpower to just fight it off, and not rape it. I didn't want to think about what might happen if another one attacked me right now. Â Â Â Â Â I crossed the field separating the city from the jungle. Now that I could see the city better I wasn't surprise it wasn't as large as Pucallpa. I must have headed in the wrong direction after the first attack. Â Â Â Â Â The plan had been for me to sneak out in the middle of the night with a change of clothing, walk for two hours and then claw the clothes I was wearing apart, leaving them on the ground covered in blood. My wallet was to remain in my pocket so that when it was found everyone would know that Simon Wilner was dead. Â Â Â Â Â Things didn't quite work out that way. I walked into the den of a cougar, with cubs. I did end up with bloodied clothes, but by the time I fought it off enough so I could get away I was in pretty bad shape. I healed over the next hour, but I had already gotten myself lost at that point. Â Â Â Â Â The city wasn't Pucallpa, but at least it \was\ a city. That meant I'd be able to find what I needed. All I had to do for that was follow my nose, but that's easier said then done when you're as horny as I was, with plenty of good smelling men around. Once I was able to think straight again I'd start working on the other problem I had. Â Â Â Â Â I attracted plenty of stares. The change of clothes I'd brought had a definite European cut to them, although as ripped as dirty as they were now maybe no one could tell. I had so hoped to get to Lima in a clean pair of stylish pants and shirt and I hadn't counted on loosing my shoes in the trek. Â Â Â Â Â As I explored the city looking for the neighborhood I needed I studied the architecture. It was far too modern, but here and there I could see the influence of the ancient Incas the local people were descended from. I could also see some Spanish trait marring that beauty. Â Â Â Â Â I was often distracted from my search by the smell of a horny man. Most of the time I noticed what was happening quickly enough that I just moved away from the smell, or went some place where the scent of women was stronger. A few times I found that I had been stalking one of them for a few minutes before I became conscious of what was happening. That made me mad; I hadn't lost control of myself like that since the first year I'd become a werewolf. Â Â Â Â Â I didn't need to see the way the men held themselves as they leaned in the doorways or their seductive smiles to know I had found the area I was looking for.Â The area was permeated with the scent of sex. Â Â Â Â Â I went to the closest man, Peru was probably one of the last place left where someone his age could be as short as I was. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen, dirty black straight hair and tanned skin without any stubble, which meant he was probably no more then sixteen. I took out a hundred dollar bill, American. Normally I wouldn't go with someone so young, and dirty. Normally I wouldn't even think of paying for sex either. I'd go to a club, hookup with a good looking guy and get a hotel room. Â Â Â Â Â But I needed sex right now. I had three days of pent up desire to work off or I wasn't going to be held accountable for what happened. So this kid was it. Â Â Â Â Â By the excitement in his voice he didn't seem to mind. I didn't understand the dialect, and I didn't care. He tried to reach for the bill but I took it away. Â Â Â Â Â "Once we're done," I said, in English. I groped him and indicated the alley next to us to make sure he understood. I didn't feel like wasting time finding the few words we might have in common when the gesture worked so much better. Â Â Â Â Â The Peruvian boy grabbed my hand and ran to a door. It almost fell off its hinges as he pulled it open and the stairs behind it didn't look like they could support both our weight. I didn't care. If they broke while we were on them and we fell through, I was taking him in the rubble. He climbed and his ass became even with my eye line. I licked my lips as I followed him. The way he was shaking it in front of me he'd better find a room quickly or I was going to rip his pants off in this stairwell. Â Â Â Â Â Before I lost control he took us to a small room, I barely noticed the mattress on the floor, the window and the decrepit walls. The smells in the room assaulted me. I could smell everything that had happened in this room for the last week; it was all sex. Â Â Â Â Â I growled and it took some concentration not to transform. I pushed the boy roughly and he landed face first on the bed. He protested playfully and turned on his back. I grabbed his legs and spun him back on his stomach. I kneeled between his legs and held him down. I ran a hand over that ass. It felt firm under the cotton. Â Â Â Â Â The boy protested again, not playfully this time, but I kept him down. Â Â Â Â Â "I don't care how you normally do this. You're doing it my way this time." Even if he'd understood English he might not have understood me. My voice barely sounded human. Â Â Â Â Â The pants were old and worn, they ripped easily when I pulled. Without the fabric as cushioning the ass was a little bony, but that didn't' matter; all that did was that it was there. I had just enough self control not to rip my own pants off as I freed my cock. I aimed it in and pushed. I didn't care about the pain of forcing it in unlubed or the boy's screams that accompanied the action. Feeling it go in felt so good. Â Â Â Â Â I released a sigh when I bottomed out. It felt like a lifetime since I'd felt my cock wrapped in such wonderful heat. I proceeded to fuck the boy long and hard. I wasn't going to stop until I'd worked off all of my pent up horniness. Â Â Â Â Â \* \* \* \* \* Â Â Â Â Â When I finally pulled out of him and flopped on my back I'd lost track of how many orgasm I'd had. All I did remember is that at some point during all of it the boy had become completely silent. I waited a moment, I didn't really want to see the damage I'd done, but I had to look. Â Â Â Â Â "Fuck." I let my head fall back on the mattress. The boy's ass and bed were covered in blood, as was my crotch. I never liked rough sex. Slow and languid was the way to go. Â Â Â Â Â My eyes grew wide as I felt my cock getting hard again. I lifted my head to see it peeking over my stomach. "Like hell you will," I told it, "You've done enough damage already."Â I sat up and used what was left of the boy's pants to clean the worst of the blood from my crotch. Â Â Â Â Â I took the hundred and put it next to the boy. He didn't move, but he was still breathing. At least I hadn't killed him; that would really have sucked. I stood to leave and looked at him again. I took all the money I had and counted it; Two hundred fifty. All I really had to do was make a phone call to the US; I didn't need all of that. I put down the other two hundreds I had. Â Â Â Â Â The door burst open as I turned to leave. Four large and dirty Peruvian men entered, making a wall between me and the door. They were bulky, but only one was taller than I was. Â Â Â Â Â The two in the middle parted to let a fifth one in. This one was taller than all of us by a good six inches. He was also leaner, healthier looking and better dressed. I though I could see some European mixed in with his Peruvian features. Â Â Â Â Â This was the boy's pimp and his enforcers. Â Â Â Â Â The pimp looked calm as he looked at the bloody boy on the bed, the way he addressed me was also calm, but I could smell the anger coming off him. Â Â Â Â Â Good going Simon, I thought, as the man spoke, ten years in South America and not once did it occur to you to learn Spanish. Maybe you should have gotten out of the camp and actually mingled with the locals. It's not their fault the Spaniards took them over. Â Â Â Â Â "I'm sorry for hurting him. I've left extra money to pay for the doctor." Â Â Â Â Â The pimp's look went from neutral to angry in a fraction of a second. He screamed something. Â Â Â Â Â "Look," I say calmly, "unless you can speak English, French, Latin, Russian or Chinese you wasting your breath." I knew I was wasting my breath, but I was hoping the none threatening tone and body language would calm him down. "How about Swahili or maybe Hindi?" Â Â Â Â Â It didn't work. Â Â Â Â Â He signaled two of the burly Peruvians and they moved toward me with clenched fist. The room was barely large enough to fit the four of them side by side. With the mattress and boy on it I had the advantage, even without my training. Â Â Â Â Â The one on the right swung, I dodged under and he almost hit his friend. I blocked the next one and moved back on the mattress, stepping over the boy. As old as it was it hardly had any spring left to it, I hadn't noticed that while I'd been fucking him. I avoided the next two blows as I got ready for the next one. I caught it, pulled the man toward me as I turned and threw him out the window. Â Â Â Â Â For someone as short as I was Judo had been a natural thing to learn; using others size and strength against them and all that. But it wasn't the first art I learned. Â Â Â Â Â I slipped under the other man's reach and punched him in the chest with much more strength than someone standing at five four and hardly weighing a hundred thirty pounds had any right to. He flew back. The pimp had to jump out of the way and the thug crumbled in the corridor. Â Â Â Â Â The other two came at me. Yelling together they were a mirror image of each other as they tried to punch me. I dove under the fists and between them, rolled and turned. Before they even realized I was now behind them my foot was against the one on the left and I shoved him out the window. He tried to stop his fall by grabbing the windowsill, but the old wood just ripped out. Â Â Â Â Â The last thug turned and was surprised to see me already in his face. His eyes grew wide and started watering after I kneed him. He slowly went down to his knees, hands covering his groin. He curled up on the floor whimpering Â Â Â Â Â I turned and looked the pimp over. I took the four short steps separating us. The man stayed in front of the door, looking down at me, but I could smell his terror. Â Â Â Â Â I slowly closed my fists until the knuckles cracked. "I'm leaving. You can either move out of the way or I can go through you, your choice." Just to be sure he knew what I was talking about I motioned with a nod of the head for him to get out of my way. Â Â Â Â Â He looked me in the eyes with a hard gaze, but then took a step to the side. It gave me just enough space to squeeze by. Â Â Â Â Â "Good doing business with you," I commented as I went down the stairs. Outside one of the thugs was slowly getting back to his feet. He looked at me with a mix of anger and fear. Â Â Â Â Â \* \* \* \* \* Â Â Â Â Â I whistled as I crossed the city. It was an old tune from my youth. I never learned the name of it, I just remembered someone singing it as we worked in the mine. It had always stuck with me. Â Â Â Â Â I felt better now that my cock wasn't in control. I wasn't even bothered by who ever it was following me, probably one of the pimp's men looking for revenge. I'd caught sight of him from the corner of my eye, but he stayed far for now. I didn't worry. When ever he caught up with me I'd teach him a lesson. It was probably going to happen before the end of the day. Â Â Â Â Â The only place with a phone was the post office. Explaining to the woman what I wanted to do proved difficult since she didn't speak English but eventually I managed to get the message across. I gave her the number I needed called and she indicated one of the booth. Â Â Â Â Â It was ringing when I entered it and closed the door. I picked it up and it rang once more. The line on the other end clicked and then silence. Thirty seconds later it clicked again, and still silence. Â Â Â Â Â "Come on Harker, pick it up." Â Â Â Â Â "Hey Simon, how's it going?" a young sounding man said a moment later. Â Â Â Â Â "Hi Harker, I've had better days," I replied. Harker was my identity man. The one I went to when I needed to become someone else. I missed the good old days, when all I had to do to reinvent myself was move to a different country. Even forty years ago all I needed was a couple of forged papers. Now with all the computers and scanners and mandatory IDs I had to go through someone like him. At east he was trustworthy. Â Â Â Â Â "I would have thought Lima would agree with you; all that modern convenience right next to those historical places." Â Â Â Â Â I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. "Yeah, it might, if I was there. I'm in a place called Puerto Inca. Can you send my ID pouch here instead?" Â Â Â Â Â There was a moment of silence. "Err, no. Remember when we set all of this up? I asked you to make sure you knew where you wanted it sent." Â Â Â Â Â "I know, it's not like I planned to end up here." Â Â Â Â Â "It doesn't matter. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to arrange to have everything in place? I'm not just talking about getting your Berger ID perfectly setup across five continents, but making sure everything is there for you to pick up." Â Â Â Â Â "No, I don't. But it's not like you have anything else to do." Â Â Â Â Â "Hey," he said indignantly, "I'll have you know I have a life, ok?" Â Â Â Â Â I sighed. "Can't be much of a life, you never leave your mother's basement. Do you even get laid?" Â Â Â Â Â "I have as good a sex life as anyone, hell even as good as yours I'm willing to bet. Maybe if you were a little more up on the times you'd know that I don't need to leave the house to met guys. That's what the internet is for. And I'll have you know that it's \my\ house now." Â Â Â Â Â "Hey, good for you," I replied with derision, "How'd that happen? You're mother decided to move to a retirement home and said you couldn't come along with her?" Â Â Â Â Â There was a moment of silence. Â Â Â Â Â "She died," Harker said angrily through clenched teeth. Â Â Â Â Â Oh. Fuck. Â Â Â Â Â "Oh man. I'm so sorry." How was it that I kept finding ways to put my feet in my mouth when it came to death? Â Â Â Â Â "It's ok," Harker said after calming himself, "I know you didn't really mean it, but try to remember that some of us do grow old and die." Â Â Â Â Â "I know," I replied meekly. Â Â Â Â Â "You still have the key to the deposit box, right?" Â Â Â Â Â I patted my pocked. "Yes, I do." Â Â Â Â Â "Good. You'll find everything you need in there; French passport, birth certificate, credit cards the information for your back account. I've also transferred the deed to your apartment building to your new ID.There's a return ticket for Paris as well as the stub of the one that brought Simon Berger to Lima two weeks ago and everything else you'll need to adjust." Â Â Â Â Â I had to stop myself from correcting him over the pronunciation of my new last name; it wasn't an American name, it was French. "Thanks for everything. I'm sorry for being an insensitive jackass. I promise I won't bother you again unless something goes wrong." Â Â Â Â Â "Have a good trip then," Harker said before hanging up. Â Â Â Â Â I hung up the phone too, but I didn't leave the booth. I leaned against the wall hugging myself as I processed Harker's mother's passing. Â Â Â Â Â I guess people would think it's ironic that someone who spent most of his time studying dead people and dead civilizations would get so shaken when someone died, let alone someone I barely knew. Â Â Â Â Â The Incas, Mayans, the people of medieval Europe or any of the other places, weren't dead people in my eyes, they were a puzzle to be solved. Â Â Â Â Â When someone I'd met died it was a harsh reminder that everything around me changed, that I couldn't afford to get too close to anyone because they would just leave me too. Â Â Â Â Â I shook myself and forced her out of my head. It was easy to do this time since I'd only met her once, the first time I'd used Harker to set up a new Identity. When I went there to pay for this one she had been out. Â Â Â Â Â I tried to get some change back from the woman at the counter, but she wouldn't give me any, saying the same thing over and over and pointing at the booth I'd just used. The call hadn't been that long, but I didn't feel like arguing with her, or frightening her into giving it. Â Â Â Â Â I could always pick someone's pocket for the bus money. Â Â Â Â Â Immediately after leaving the post office I felt the eyes back on me. I was tired from the call and I really didn't want to stretch this hunt any longer than it had to. I sped up my steps to see how determined he was to follow me. The man kept up the pace, so I started running. Â Â Â Â Â He didn't bother hiding as he ran after me. I look over my shoulder once in a while and I saw red brown hair blowing in the wind. None of the thugs had had red hair, but I focused on my steps on the uneven ground instead of that. Â Â Â Â Â I turned into the alleys side stepping trash piles and ducking under clotheslines. I was running as fast as I could. I really didn't care if I lost him, but he managed to stick to me. Â Â Â Â Â I wasn't paying attentions to the turns I was making. If I got lost I'd deal with that after I'd dealt with him. I made one more turn and found that the alley ended only ten feet in front of me. I couldn't go back because I could hear my follower coming close. Â Â Â Â Â All I could do was hope I could take him by surprise as I plastered myself against the wall. The man took the turn without slowing down. He was ready to keep pursuing me it seemed. He tried to stop when he saw me, and then the end of the alley, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall. My strength added to his speed made the adobe crack and pieces of it fall. Â Â Â Â Â I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall again before wrapping a hand around his throat and lifting him until his feet weren't touching the ground anymore. The man grabbed my arm and tried to make me let go of him. He was a little taller than I was, and I was surprised that he wasn't Peruvian. At a quick glance he looked to be from the north of China. Â Â Â Â Â I was even more surprised when he growled and started changing. His pale skin grew golden as fur grew and his hair turned into a mane. He also gained a foot in height. I tightened my grip around the werelion's neck and lifted him higher. I wasn't letting go of him until I knew what this was about. If I had to change too, fine; it wasn't like I could ruin these clothes more than they were. Â Â Â Â Â "Ah wouldn't do that if I was you friend," someone behind me said in a familiar southern drawl. Â Â Â Â Â And I felt the muzzle of a revolver pressed against the back of my head.
Chapter 3 by Double_Trouble_1701	#3 of Hunger Games 2.0 - "Ladies first!" echoes Effie into the microphone. After Effie reached into the glass ball, that's when the hysterical pleas began. "Meadow Islington!" she calls. The frightened girl walked nervously up to the stage, only to hear Marrissa cry out "I VOLUNTEER!" Meadow stopped	[ "Effie Trinket", "The Hunger Games" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696643-chapter-3	"Ladies first!" echoes Effie into the microphone. After Effie reached into the glass ball, that's when the hysterical pleas began. "Meadow Islington!" she calls. The frightened girl walked nervously up to the stage, only to hear Marrissa cry out "I VOLUNTEER!" Meadow stopped in her tracks only to see a determined looking Marrissa thunder down the aisle to hug her. The girls were close friends, and you can imagine how they cried during the hug. The peacekeepers marched over to the scared and shaken girls to take Marrissa away. "My goodness, like mother like daughter" muttered Effie, under her breath. "Let's continue with the boys". As Effie reached into the other glass bowl, Delta walks up past the watching Peacekeepers. "I'm in. doesn't matter the name, I'm in." A peacekeeper steps in front of him, and stops him. "Go back to your place kid" he says. Delta steps to the right, and walks along. As he reaches the stage, he removes a dagger from his shirt, and throws it into a crack between TV screens. "That enough persuasion for everyone watching?" he says, looking at the cameras, then the Peacekeepers. 4 As Delta took his spot, hearing nothing from the Peacekeepers, a Peacekeeper whispered something into Effie's ear and a TV screen lit up, showing the young face of Serena Snow, President Snow's granddaughter. She opens her eyes, revealing the piercing snake gaze of her grandfather. "To the residents of District 12, I am Serena Snow, your new leader. I might seem young, but my knowledge and wisdom run deeper than looks appear. "As you know, under my rules, the hunger games have been reinstated". The reason being, that you people still deserve to be punished for the dark days. Also, under my rules, the parents of the District 12 tributes, should they be those of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, should also compete, for a personal reason. Any defiant act, will result in punishment, depending on how severe the actions of those involved are. That is all." And then the TV screen went blank and the tributes ushered inside the building. 5 "Well, that girl should learn to let go of her revenge thoughts" said Peeta, inside the room with his children. "She's crazier than her grandfather" After the screening of Lady Serena's announcement, Peacekeepers collected Peeta from the watching parents, and after some struggling, finally got out of their grip, but not to run, just for comfort of walking normally. "Darn right. I never thought this would happen, but the chance was still there" commented Gale. Peacekeepers come in, and take Gale out, and some take the family to the waiting train. But instead of the normal Capital train, it's the District 12 coal train, with wooden carriages and broken tables. "This dump? Where is the other train?" asked Peeta. All he got was a push and he was inside the nearest carriage. As Delta got in, he was stopped and checked for weapons, after his incident on the stage. Marrissa climbed in, and went to the seats, looking around for a cushion. "Why are we on this train dad?" Marrissa asks 6 "I think its part of Lady Serena's plan" answered Peeta, just as Delta jumps in, disarmed of any weapons. "Let that bruise remind you of what I know!" he shouts to the guard, holding his dagger tauntingly. "Calm down son. Here, I brought a spare for you." Peeta tosses another dagger to Delta, and he catches it, happy for the usual weight in a hidden sheath. "Where's Effie?" asks Marrissa. "With the driver. They got a luxury carriage for her up front" Peeta replies. As the day ends, they find a soft spot on the floor, and fall asleep. In the morning, they find the usual breakfast from District 12 waiting nearby. Once they finish breakfast, they notice the capital in the distance, and then they see nothing as they enter the tunnel. "When we reach the view of the public, don't let their opinion deter what you have planned." Says Peeta. "Aah, I have someone who wants to see you" as Haymitch enters the carriage.
Going Green: Sean Takes Charge by Razade	#8 of Fairy Tales - **The creature that was Sean had made his way deeper into the city though he had found that his subjugation of the fey had granted him even more powers then before. He could transform like them, turning back to his mortal frame as he walked about the city freely. He even had been	[ "Anal", "Cock Vore", "Corruption", "Cum", "Fox", "M/M", "Rape", "Tentacles", "Vore (soft)" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249519-going-green-sean-takes-charge	The creature that was Sean had made his way deeper into the city though he had found that his subjugation of the fey had granted him even more powers then before. He could transform like them, turning back to his mortal frame as he walked about the city freely. He even had been rendered invisible to their magic though he could see them moving through the city as well in an attempt to contain his spread. He felt the fey's life linked to his own snuffed, but no matter there were plenty of humans around to make quite the army from and with his new found powers he would serve the Master better than any before him, at least as far as he knew. He was almost drawn to the small civic center at the edge of town, the scent of young men alluring to him even in his new form. It was a swim team that he'd located at the local gym, lust forcing his sadly human dick to swell but once he was safe inside he'd change everything. --- The team seemed mostly in the pool when he moved into the locker room though the sounds of showers alerted him to the fact not everyone was at practice. He moved swiftly as he shed his clothing, slipping into one of the occupied stalls. The occupant himself gave a brief noise of surprise but Sean silenced him with a hungry kiss without even appraising his catch. He bleched forth a powerful serum to lull the human into a deep trance, the meager attempt to resist ending as he was forced to drink the concoction down and now that he was subdued Sean could get a good look at him. The young man was tall, leggy and quite well muscled with a full head of dark brown hair. His cock was sadly not that large as it swelled out but it wasn't like it'd be hard to improve. Sean smirked as he guided the leggy brunette to his knee's as he offered the catch his own meat with a lewd grin. --- "Go on boy...suck it." --- He commanded and the young man leapt to the task with vigor. He at first ran his tongue along the underside, tracing the veins slowly with a powerful moan, a hand moving to stroke along his embarrassingly small shaft to stroke him as he was overcome with lust. Sean merely watched as the human worshiped his length, kissing and licking along it as the water ran down their bodies in small rivers and beaded against their flesh. The stall was too small for him to transform fully but as the young swimmer continued to kiss and suck along his length he slowly transformed it longer and wider, his black slick skin showing through though the young man was too far gone to care at his point. His cock finished transforming, leaking it's thick musky scent into the humid air as it waved about on its own accord, a long thin snake like tongue sliding into the air to taste it. The flat and angular head was snakelike as well as the young man finally opened his mouth like a hungry bird, his tongue meshing and sparring with the snake like one from his cock before the whole thing drove deeply into the boys eager mouth. He hissed louder as he felt the boy yield, his throat relaxing as well as it was clear this wasn't the first time he'd sucked a cock. --- The young man moved his hands to stroke along the impressive tool he was attending to, nothing like it had ever graced his mouth. The taste was wonderful as he felt his mind melt against the wonderful pleasure. His tongue traced along the oddly rubbery smooth flesh in a desperate attempt to get more of the slick pre that he couldn't manage to swallow away as he drooled in anticipation. He'd sucked his boyfriend off several times but there was no shame in him when he thought how much better this mystery man's dick was in his mouth. Water and drool ran off in strings from his chin as his hands moved like a jackhammer along the impressive girth as he finally managed to shove it down his throat. He paused as he felt pleasure and joy from the man wash over him, his mind shattering fully without a single ounce of resistance. But sucking the impressive thing off wasn't just what he wanted. He had to get this impressive dick into his ass as fast as he could. He stood, turning and propping himself up against the wall as he shoved his bubble butt out at Sean, wiggling and writhing in easily seen need. --- Sean of course was more than eager to oblige the dominated human, his snake like dick rearing up in readiness to strike, shoving itself into the stretched anal chasm of the man to the sounds of his moans. A few shouts sounded from the rest of the stalls, mostly complaints about the boy (whose name he learned was Jason) jacking off though from the sounds he picked up with his transformed ears his musk was producing the same effects in the other boys as well. He'd attend to them after the transformation of Jason though. He turned his attention back to the mewling bitch that was clenching around his dick with a shiver, the boys ass was as delicious as it was sculpted as he grabbed two full handfuls of it. He didn't have to move his body as his cock thrust and dove into the boy, spreading the changing fluids deep into his body like a drug. Each thrust got a beautiful and louder moan as the moans of his team mates joined up with his own as they gave in to their lust. But it was the changes he was interested in at this point, the pleasure of just Jason's ass was hardly enough to make him lose his concentration. --- The boys flesh had already turned black and rubbery as the water now beaded fully against it with each strike. His face had pushed out into a thin muzzle and a bushy tail was already pushing out from above his rear making him appear as a lithe and eager fox boy. What was more the meager tool that had swung between his legs had been replaced with a more impressive package, a pair of baseball sized balls swing between his legs and a rigid and easily foot long dick sprayed thick though still clearly human pre-seed all over the walls only to be washed down the drain. The boys moans were slowly changing to eager yips and as Sean moved a hand to stroke along the thick and newly created dick of his second prey he felt the squeaky and slick asshole around his massive tool clench. The sound was strangled as the human slowly gave in fully to the change, turning into a soft howl as he came in a torrent of black goo. Sean left the newly created fox boy to reveal in his new body as he stepped out into the changing room fully. --- The sounds of more humans playing with themselves and the scent of their arousal assaulted him blissfully as he finally transformed back into his proper form, standing easily twelve feet now with a powerful and muscular black body. His head was wolflike though he lacked actual ears or eyes. A powerful tail whipped out behind him, ending in a constantly dripping dick that attached to a pair of wolf like legs that ended in powerful clawed feet. His cock had grown longer, easily five feet and as thick as a person, it moved and swung about as if alive and a separate creature from him altogether. The mouth remained, drooling black cum constantly as the tentacles within wriggled eagerly. More tentacles wrapped out from his back and with a single thought they invaded the occupied stalls to the eager moans of the humans. The plan was moving along smoothly. --- Tom was the first to finish his round of practice, his time so far unbeaten by any of the other teams in the county. He was tall and athletic with a fuzzy shaved head of black hair. Though he hadn't told anyone he'd gotten a tattoo over the summer, a small heart on his left ass cheek. He also hadn't told anyone he was dating the coach who watched him move to the changing room lustfully. It had been a recent event, the coach having only been hired the year before right out of college though his beefy body had attracted Tom to the point he had almost lost his record. He recounted their first time as he moved into the locker room, the scent and sounds somehow being washed away by one of his favorite ways to arouse him. He'd been promised a night on the town and a very long evening after that at the coaches place...he wanted to get the first easy climax out of the way so he was ready for his lover. What his little daydream did not make him unaware to was the sudden feeling of slick hands grabbing a hold of him and slamming him into the floor none to gracefully. When he actually managed to shrug off the dizzy feeling and look around he screamed in terror. Black latex fox boys where in various states of fucking and sucking each other off and some monster sat in the middle of the orgy, thick tentacles pounding into a few or being serviced by others as a large mouth like cock drooled between his legs. And then it spoke, causing him to scream louder before a latex dog cock was shoved deep down his throat as he gagged violently around it. --- "Why hello little morsel...you're early to the party...but that's alright. Plenty to go around!" --- The creature rumbled from the mouth that stretched across his face. The fox harem parted and moved deeper into the changing room though their pleasured yips and grunts could be heard echoing off the tile floor. Tom wanted to run and scream but whatever had laced the fox boys cock had made his mouth and body partially numb. He wanted to curse as the towering monster moved forward but could only manage a weak moan of fear as the massive dick mouth opened and a mass of thinner tentacles moved to haul him into the air. They slide along his body, looping through his lucky speedo before tearing it away sharply. They moved him almost as if he were being inspected, the scent of the beast muddling his already numb mind. He felt a clawed hand trace along his tattoo, his rear moving away as best it could manage though the beasts chuckle made him blush in shame. --- "Yes...you'll do...I'm getting hungry though...maybe some of your other little friends outside can help. Well...lets get started shall we?" --- Tom tried to struggle at the words considering he was held aloft by a massive group of tongues over a mouth but the scent that washed over him was only growing stronger as he finally started to relax in the monsters grip. He heard a coo as something caressed his mind, calming him further and spreading a feeling of love and desire he couldn't help but yield to. It felt as if he were in the arms of his lover even if they were sticky tentacles. He saw the monster loom over him, a long dick like protrusion offered to his face already dripping sticky pre-cum. He extended his tongue, not wanting to let it go to waste, shuddering as the taste exploded against his tongue with sweet tingling energy. His cock leapt to attention instantly as he let himself move in the wave of pleasurable feelings. The cock in front of his face was brushed against his lips which parted for the treat. The cock slowly slid into his mouth as he sucked along it lovingly, his head bobbing back and forth eagerly as his tongue swirled along the thick and meaty head powerfully. He felt the thicker tentacles move to wrap around him, shifting him away from the mouth as he started to deep throat the cock that was offered ti him, unknown that it was the beasts tongue as he gave in to the wonderful taste. --- Coach Hannok had called the end of the training early, wanting to get changed and ready for Tom before any of the students had a chance to spy their affair. He'd told the rest of the team to do fifty laps, much to their annoyance, in hopes to give him some cover but as he moved into the changing room the scent of cum assaulted his senses so powerfully he had to brace himself against the wall for breath. He knew a few other members of his swim team were gay, they'd all approached him at one point or another over the year and summer training and he was more than happy to fuck their young and tight little asses well into the night. Tom was only the latest of his conquests though he was a good lay and a better boyfriend then his previous so he was more than content to keep their relationship going for the time being. He finally managed to round the corner into the changing room proper but froze in terrified shock. The sounds of fucking and yips filled the air from somewhere deeper in the room, the smell of cum and sex thick in the humid air causing his own dick to grow harder despite him. But it wasn't any of that which made him freeze. It was the sight of Tom, his cute tattoo'd butt speared by a cock easily six inches thick making out with some towering monster, deep throating and sucking off a cock attached to the monster's face and moaning louder then he'd ever heard. Envy mixed with terror at the unfaithful boy but before he could make to run the monster spotted him, grinning darkly as its dick split open with a hiss. --- "Well well...you must be the coach...I've learned so much about you...Tom is such an eager boy isn't he?" --- The monster laughed, slapping his lover's tattooed cheek which received a loving moan from the boy as he tensed, covering the monster with what had to have been a bucket of milky cum. By the look of the beast this wasn't the first load Tom had shot off while he'd been out teaching the class. Hannok balled his fists, rage at the "betrayal" swelling in his chest as he ran at the beast. He felt his body hauled into the air before he even reached the towering monster as he was stripped by the dexterous tentacle tongues of Sean's cock mouth. The monster snickered at the coaches snickering as he pointed him down to that awaiting maw, more tongues sliding up to start inspecting the muscled and hairy man's body. --- "Mmm...Tom really liked this...didn't you my sweet? Your cock looks delicious like the rest of you. I think you'll be my meal for today. Though I'll let your boyfriend take that chubby ass of yours first." --- The beast purred low as he set the newly changed Tom to the ground. Hannok only made out the basic form of a fluffy tail and triangle like ears as the thin tentacles slide against his face, moving into his nose and ears for a moment much to his anger. He tried to move away with a growl but a mass of the things had used the chance to shove into his mouth and play against one another, it felt like a mass of worms had entered into his mouth though the taste was thankfully more pleasant. He felt his body moved around until the massive cock mouth closed around him as best it could. Hannok was glad for his muscled frame as it seemed the only thing keeping the mouth from closing fully around him though it offered little solace as he was still deep inside some demons throat...or whatever passed for it. The scent of cum was even thicker deep in the monsters shaft, the tongues sliding over his body as the mass in his mouth transformed into a thick single cock that stretched his mouth wider then he'd ever tried before in his life. The pain was only secondary as each swallow of the mouth slide the fleshy insides against his length just enough to please him. He was caught between pain and torturous pleasure as he tried to buck into the mouth but he knew it was for naught as his body was held fully in the monsters grip. The dick in his mouth started thrusting then, giving little concern to his ability to breath as it mercilessly savaged his face like a tender asshole. He didn't have time to contemplate how many boys he'd done this to and as the scent dominated his mind he slowly lost the ability to feel regretful. --- Tom had finally finished the last of his transformation, appearing as a white latex fox slightly taller and larger than the rest of his pack. The heart tattoo remained on his ass, black on his more lithe frame as his tail wagged powerfully as he started to stroke his newly reformed dick. It was massive as his hands moved over it lovingly, the tool at least two feet long and as thick as a forty, he was to be the beta of the pack and he needed a unit to show it. His balls swung low between his legs, large and filled with the same seed his mate produced. He could sense his mates mind, knowing the human that struggled in his second mouth was not to be transformed but instead added to his mate instead and he was more than happy to oblige. The hairy and muscled ass looked familiar but as the last of his human memories faded away he couldn't honestly remember why but it wasn't important. It'd be the first human ass he'd get to take and he savored the favor from his master. He wrapped a hand around his dick as he inspected the open and gaping hole before him as his mates dick slurped him deeper up to the humans hips. Only his legs wiggled out, the sounds of sucking could be heard loudly though if it were from his mate or the human he couldn't really tell. All that consumed him was mating and as he shoved his dick fully into the human ass he was greeted with a delicious scream of pain. He remembered being such a good boy when he was human but now all he wanted to do was hurt the weak little creatures and to pleasure himself. His tail wagged more as he drove his powerful cock into the waiting and oh so deliciously tight ass that he was now ravaging. The moans of the human only drove him deeper into desire as his knot formed which he felt press up against the tight asshole. He wanted so desperately to knot himself and with a single final thrust he felt the hole rip and tear around his dick before he pumped his cum into the human's bowels. Before he could even unknot himself he felt the human slip fully into his mates body as it dissolved which allowed him to move away. He leaned up against his mate with a broad and adoring grin, fondling and sucking ant anything in reach as he felt his master sigh. --- "Go pick someone to enjoy...we've got work to do." --- Sean smirked, slapping the cute fox beta's ass roughly as he moved away. Things were going smoothly at last and as he finally started to absorb his meal into his own mass a wicked grin crossed his face. He was going to need more fairies...his Master would be very pleased indeed. --- --- --- Tom of course followed his mate's words to the letter, waiting for the next boy to come into the hallway before grabbing him up and hauling him deep away from his pack mates for himself. The boy was one of the newer to the team, not well muscled or as attractive as many of the other boys but that would change very soon. Soon he'd be part of their pack and his own personal bitch if his mate allowed it. He remembered the boys name was Kyle and as his scrawny frame kicked and struggled he managed to pull his swim trucks away to reveal what the scrawny boy lacked in good looks and ability he made up with a foot long cock that was the thickest he'd ever seen discounting his transformed brothers. He cooed as he pulled the boy into an awkard kiss as he mashed his muzzle against his lips, his slick tongue lapping at his face to spread his dulling venom into the boys system swiftly. He caught the boy as he sagged almost immediately under the effects of the drug, his cock growing larger still though only by a hair. --- "You've got something so nice here, you have to share it!" --- He giggled as he moved Kyle into one of the handicap shower stalls. He wanted room to play with his toy though he turned on the water to keep his prey warm. Water felt weird on his new flesh but he paid it no mind as he moved his hands and knees swiftly. Even if he was going to top this boy his inner bottom still over rode his initial reactions to most things, lifting his tail up and presenting his ass even as he started to kiss and suck at Kyle's massive balls with swift lashes of his tongue. The boy supported himself against the support bar, moaning wildly already at the attention of the beautiful fox man as he reached a hand to play with his ears. Tom grinned wildly at the boys boldness, rewarding him by taking his whole foot long into his muzzle and throat, his agile tongue swirling and milking the monster wonderfully. --- Kyle couldn't hold out from the supernatural cock sucking and came in powerful gets down the foxes muzzle with a loud cry, sagging a little as the creature continued to suck along the still turgid length in his muzzle. His master's cum had been delicious, sweet and airy almost like a soda but this human's cream was thick and milky...he wanted so much more. He moved a paw to squeeze those impressive orbs between Kyle's legs, his nose pressing where his pubes would be had he not been a member of the swim team, drinking in his very human scent. The cock in his throat stretched him wide, causing even him to pant as his own enhanced length dripped gobs of pre-cum over the floor in a thick film that only drove the human more wild. Kyle was now gripping onto Tom's ears for support fully, screaming in blissful pleasure as a second round of cum started to churn in his balls. This only made Tom work harder, squeezing those baby makers harder until Kyle came again, flooding his muzzle with delicious human cum which he drank down in powerful gulps. He pulled off from the boys length before sliding a rubbery finger up the boys ass, rubbing against his prostate as another powerful spray of cum shot from his length like a missile across Tom's muzzle which he lapped at eagerly. --- "Naughty..." --- Tom giggled as he stood slowly, his tail swishing slowly as he helped Kyle stand. He murmured soft words as he led the boy to his knees before him, the sucking making him want a little attention as well. Kyle marveled at the two foot long dog like cock, the knot already having formed fully. Kyle kissed along the underside of the fox man's length, licking and biting at the knot roughly to the sounds of his captor's moans and loud sharp yips. He tried to keep up his attention but the feel of slick and wet paws on his head warned him that his new mates desires needed answering as the tapered end of his penis dripped pre-cum powerfully. He opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out as he felt the whole two feet slide deep into his throat before he started to spasm and gasp for breath. He couldn't even look up to see the dark sneer of his captors face as he felt the whole two feet slide out of his mouth for a mere moment before the knot slammed against his face once more. He tried to get away as some of the spell was broken by the pain and lack of air but the white fox held him firm in his grasp, fucking his face and throat so deeply he swore he was going to die. There was a pause before he felt the massive dick spasm against his tongue as he did as much as he could to please the fox before he was staring down the tool. He couldn't help feel as if he was staring down the barrel of a gun through the muddy thoughts that slipped through his arms before he was drenched down with sweet smelling spooge which washed away that momentary bit of clarity away swiftly. He tried to get as much as he could into his mouth though by the end it was only the water that helped wash away most of the sticky mess from his body and down the drain. --- He was hauled to his feet by the vicious fox man before he was turned around. He writhed in eager worry as he reached back to part his own ass cheeks, biting his lip to hold back a scream as he felt the whole two feet of cock slam into his body. He watched his stomach swell out, the cum having already started to transform his innards to accommodate the massive tool though not enough to keep it from bulging his body out grossly. He felt his masters paw slap against his rear, clearly trying to keep the knot from popping into his rectum as he screamed wildly in bliss as he was taken for the first time in his life. But Tom had other plans as he leaned down to lick at Kyle's face, his mates eating making him curious if he could do it as well. He opened his maw, biting down on the human until he swallowed his own head. He wanted that wonderful dick for his own, but not in him...a part of himself. His rubbery body allowed him to lean over, sucking the human down until he doubled in on himself, sucking at the remainder of his length that wasn't already in the human. The very idea made him cum powerfully as he felt the fleeting struggles of the human die down inside of himself as the boy's body melted. He murred to himself as his gut extended a little out. He'd return to his pack when he'd fully incorporated the human into his body...he wanted to share his new dick with them after all.
The Roar Part 1 by Tatsu Aikuchi. Original story concept by Armorine Eronine by Tatsu Aikuchi	A door slammed somewhere in the house, it's angered slammer sat down on his bed with a thin, black canine lip stuck out ever so slightly. With a look of depression upon his muzzle, the grey wolf grabbed a computer magazine from the floor based pile of little loved junk. "Can't they just accept it?",	[ "Dragon", "Gay", "M/M", "Swallowing", "Teenagers", "Vore (soft)", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/97829-the-roar-part-1-by-tatsu-aikuchi-original-story-concept-by-armorine-eronine	A door slammed somewhere in the house, it's angered slammer sat down on his bed with a thin, black canine lip stuck out ever so slightly. With a look of depression upon his muzzle, the grey wolf grabbed a computer magazine from the floor based pile of little loved junk. "Can't they just accept it?", he mumbled to himself putting great enthusiasm into the word 'accept'. He thought he'd never cry again, but at 18 it was becoming a common occurrence, that is what you get for coming out to shallow minded Christian parents. The wolf couldn't suppress a growl as he threw the magazine to the floor. Outside the sky was grey and the wind was blowing strong. Chris, was looking out through the window from his room 'Was it karma?' he thought to himself. Leaves bronzed by autumn fell and landed softly on the ground outside, and the wolf was alone in his dark place. It was always the same and would be the same forever, to them he was a disappointment, he could never please them. Now they wanted rid of him as soon as possible. They can have that wish. Chris had no friends to cheer him up this cool afternoon. His computer which gave out a low hum, and beckoned his attention. It was getting darker outside and a wicked smile appeared on his muzzle. That smile that for a second of either genius or stupidity signified he had a fool proof plan on how to solve everything. 'Run away? Tonight? Maybe I will find a way to get through it all? Just some way'. The thought had crossed his mind before, only never this intensity. It was sure an appealing idea right now. And perhaps it would just be allot of fun! 'At the very least it would really piss them off!' The young wolf walked over to the door, opened it and peeked out. He could hear from the television's chatter of a debate program, that meant his parents were in the living room, probably shouting at anyone on T.V. who disagreed with there perfect morals. So they wouldn't notice there son gone if he left through the window in his room, they we're just that bad at child minding. He walked back in, closed the door and headed over to the window. As he opened it, a cold breeze whipped around his fur. Chris closed the window behind him, climbed down and although his room was on the second floor he had no problem of climbing down the outside wall, after all, this wasn't the first time he'd escaped the house this way, just the first time he would be doing it for good, or so he hoped. He touched to the ground with his left foot first, then his right made touchdown and he felt relief wash over him with his first breath of free air. 'They cant stop me' he thought to himself as he started to walk towards the thick lush woodland behind his home. He paused for a minute. But for all his sudden giddiness there was one voice inn his head, spouting the should-be-obvious negative. 'Unless it finds me' No one knew what, it, was. the only thing known is that furs like himself had gone missing recently, no bodies were found. Because so many had mysteriously disappeared, the police had warned everyone who lived in the area of the forest to stay indoors at night and never travel alone. 'Screw them!'. Some furs say it's a psycho, others say a dragon trap from years ago still working its way round the forest. A few people say it actually is a dragon. But with them being extinct for a little over a decade now, those few people have credit less than impeccable. All of them deemed mad men roaming the world armed with the latest and greatest technology junk. He leaned against a small tree and smiled at the thought, he was a believer. So the forest it was! All he needed to do was strode through the small woodland and into the main forest area, under cover of trees all the way. Chris loved dragons and he had always loved them. Wanted to see one up close, since the only time had he seen one at all. As a child he looked to the skies one day, his eyes finding the source of the great thudding sound that his wolf ears picked up like beacons. There it was, a great dragon flying overhead, each wing beat churning the air making that thud thud thud. One of the last alive, over his street it went on it's merry way, oblivious of furs below in chaos, all but one. He watched amazed as the serpent like creature with its massive wings soared over him, it twisted through the air currents and dipped slightly. It came lower and Chris could see the shiny scales that dazzled his eyes with their eerie reflection, like pearly shells. It flew into the screaming rays of the sun, let out an almighty roar like a crack of thunder, then was away. That day after, he thought about dragons, there strength, fire breath and wings. He loved the way they looked when they walked and stalked prey, the way they court there prey without them even knowing a great predator was close by, the way they ate. Each one did it, force the struggling prey into its jaws, when they came close to the mouth they all tried to push away, stop them from going in, but they all went in the mouth and then to the throat. Then they tipped there heads and exposed the the meal to one last look at the world, it also gave a view of the struggling thing travel down to its stomach, to feed the creature. It wasn't long after the dragon experience that Chris even had dreams about being swallowed himself. He saw it grab him and place him in the mouth, feel the throat around him, it actually turned him on in his adolescent years, he could feel his sheath expanding a little inside his underwear from thinking to much. He needed to get off the subject, what better way than to walk, to take his mind of dragons. The grey coloured wolf walked past repetitive rocks and trees for what felt like an eternity as the night time gloom grew thick around him. It had become night at last and Chris couldn't go any further. He was already nice and lost deep in the forest somewhere. Plus it would soon be so dark that he wont see his own paws in front of his face. He decided to rest where he stood, he didn't expect anything to happen to him here, it was a tiny clearing in a very think part of the forest, so he curled up against a boulder and closed his eyes. No need for a nice warm room, he was a wolf with thick grey fur, gifts of the wolves nature, did there job well. Though it wasn't as comfortable to sleep on the ground as it was in the bed. Never the less, all that walking had made him so tired that it only took a few minutes for him to fall into sleep. he dreamt of dragons in the wood. A tiny ray of sunlight landed on the right eye of the grey wolf. Chris was woken by the light sliced apart at the tree tops, he stretched every muscle he could physically stretch and sat himself up. His tong curled as he yawned the unavoidable morning yawn. And there was a familiar place before him. He didn't even see it when he slept, but he was sleeping in someone's garden! It was a big, fancy looking house, expensive oak domed the door frame with detail in the carvings. Looking into the window he got his second surprise of the day. A snake, a big snake, it had it's own room to it's self! in which it curled around some poor prey struggling a little, he knew every now and then a snake of that size, needed live prey. 'Snakes' he thought to himself 'almost a worth replacement for a dragon'. A sense of recognition stirred in him, not a feeling he wanted. Carved in a perimeter wall was a trade mark symbol of a retail agent which operated close by. All owned by their very own local loony wolf millionaire. 'He must own this place to, no wonder it's familiar' This was way to close to civilisation than what he wanted. If civilized is what you would call the local loon. He didn't want to go back home again, he could survive on his own. Each and every time he thought of a luxury he would miss, he thought of ten things he needed to run from. As he started walking deeper into the forest he remembered his dreams about dragons, how nice it would be to actually slide down a throat, for real. The thought had devoured all other thoughts by now. He stopped, murred and closed his eyes, 'Just a quick stop...' suddenly he heard something in the distance. It was the sound of a cars engine running, but it didn't sound like it was moving, his wolf ears knew that for sure. Chris moved forward until he could see a white pick up truck, and hid behind a bush. He stayed put and waited to see if there was anyone around, but no one came back to the car. 'What is it doing this deep in the forest?' He wondered. With ears folded back, he moved slowly and cautiously towards the old vehicle. Through the passengers seat window he could see that there was a laptop on the seat with the power on, so someone must have been here recently and left in a hurry. What type was it? The latest and greatest of course. His mind was delved into deciding what had happened, when chill ran down his spine. Chris felt a warm breeze float onto his neck and shoulders, the breeze accompanied with a sound lingered there a moment. He was to terrified to turn around as a deep growl behind rumbled next to him. He blinked, and that's when something lifted him, effortlessly. From the ground he was hoisted, the ground was rushed away only to return a second later, only with a different set of terrain. "Hello there. What's a young wolf like you doing all the way out here?", the deep male voice said. Chris slowly opened an eye and was met by a huge and green one facing back. It's owner, a dragon standing tall. His fear fluttered in him a moment like a desperate bird, then left him in migration, making way for perked ears a wildly wagging tail. "So you really do exist!", he replied in a yippy tone. He felt all of a sudden a twitch in his cock that seemed to tap some logical thought out of the way. The dragon tilted it's head, in wonder at the fearless wolf, oh so excited all of a sudden, and moved closer. It crouched in front of him stared into the eyes of the joyful fur, face to face he spoke. "You're not afraid of me?!", he asked with a strangely sculptured, serious expression on his face. "Even though I'm hear to.... eat you?", it continued making Chris' sheath pleasantly bulge and begin to erect. Chris calmed down from the excitement and looked deep into the dragons green eyes, mimicking the dragons serious look. "Well" he said "Thing with that is, the idea of you swallowing, gives me a boner like a Kano in my pocket" This relay threw the predator off, he backed off all of a sudden. "Well this has never happened before" He said confused "Why would you... Hey!" the dragon jumped as the wolf was suddenly under him running a hand along the dragons belly. "I want to rub it inside to" He said with a grin. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to see you up close" The dragon, baffled, leapt out of belly stroking distance and snarled. "Off!" He roared. Chris just walked towards him again. "Please?" he said looking up at him. "You'll be fed!" "I'll be fed anyway prey!" he snarled licking his lips. His cock was poking out the sheath now and Chris was trying his best to keep it from getting fully erect, he wanted to surprise his predator. "Well, before you eat me, could you promise one thing for me? That is, if you want to eat me.", the grey fur said. "Well I am in the mood for a snack. But I wont promise anything, it depends on what you want from me", he answered, suddenly listening interested to the request. Chris explained to the dragon about his encounter as a child, his obsession with dragons there after and what it lead to. "I want you to swallow me whole and alive, and swallow me slowly, I want to enjoy the whole thing" But there was a look of frustrated thought on the dragons bows. "You left your own nest? Just a pup?" Chris never thought he would be doing this, he explained to the dragon his problems, about home, friends. Telling this to a dragon, made it all seem so petty. The green dragon agreed with a nod and stood up. "I have never eaten a pup before, but I doubt I'll encounter one like you ever again, so I accept you offer, you are now mine" It then moved around him in circles, sniffing his fur now and then, picking up the sweet scent of the teenage wolf. Chris held out a hand. "May I?" he asked, the green dragon nodded in agreement. He ran his figures along the dragon, feeling the smooth yet hard scales, they moved as he walked. He noticed they also raised slightly, just for a second or two, making the dragon seem bigger. He felt the wings which were brought down on him. "Are you teasing me?" He asked with a grin bigger than he'd accomplished before now, he could have sworn the dragon smiled back. Chris couldn't believe it, he was actually being teased by a dragon. Not just with wings, but the tail to, he swung his tail out of reach just as the wolf went to grab it. Standing still now he wanted to get ready, so he started to undress as the dragons snout examined his body, pressing onto his chest, belly and butt, though not his crotch. His trousers dropped to the ground and he kicked them away and saw them land in the grass as he fiddled with his shirt, which joined the pants soon after. The dragon was laying down on it's belly in front of him now, watching him strip until he stood there in his underwear, a slight bulge in them from the semi-erection. Chris took a hold of the waistband of his white underwear with both of his paws and slowly pushed them downwards, teasing the dragon. The green scaly beast couldn't help but to move his snout down to his crotch and smell his maleness as the boxers dropped to the ground Chris let out a moan which the dragon seemed to take note of. It tasted his grey furry ball sack, making him murr as the dragons wet tongue stroked up and around, it lathered his crotch and wrapped around what ever it could. He couldn't hold it, his cock went up fully as the dragon lapped, it erected into his mouth. The dragon didn't mind at all, he murred a dragon murr. He saw the wolf buckle under his legs at the pleasure he was causing. The dragon was wise to Chris' interest. He watched the wolf's reaction to each of his actions. The grey wolf wanted to see his new found predator more before he was eaten. The wolf walked to the snout of the beast. "Do you mind?" he asked holding out a hand, the dragon gave a nod in response. As Chris stroked the dragon's muzzle he felt the vibration of the air travelling back and forth through the vents of his air ways and the rumble of life he emitted. He decided this wasn't enough, and embraced the muzzle, wrapping his arms around it. A wet tong lashed out and wrapped around the canine waste as if hugging back, the dragon seemed to like his taste, not just the taste but the embrace to. This wolf now matted and dripping with his own saliva, was so different to any other prey. Where they ran screaming, he brought affection, this creature so calm, would give himself as the dragons meal, without struggling and clawing to get out! The tong was writhing around the wolfs nether regions now, it lapped across the solid cock that throbbed in the air, he tasted the wolfs fur on his buttocks, he liked that, both of them. Chris gasped at the attention. He bent over and arched his back ever so slightly, the green dragon found an opening as the wolf lifted his tail, he thrust inside and felt the wolf shake. That tongue rhythmic moved in and out, until he yanked out and let it retreat to his mouth like an escaping snake. He didn't want his prey reaching the peek yet. The predator's huge jaws strained to open all of a sudden, instincts told him to consume this prey, he had never wanted to eat something this badly in his life, it wasn't just hunger this time, it was desire. "Chris, it's time now" he rumbled. "Do it" said the wolf in the embrace. The mouth opened fully in front of his face breaking the hug, the wide open mouth gave out a small constant growl. Chris couldn't help it, his erected cock twitched and pulsed more as he stared into the dragons gaping abyss. He had never been so hard in his life! He already felt close, but he had to fight it off till he was in there! The dragon knew what he wanted, it was plain as his penis, so he moved his wide open mouth over the little wolf's head, lowered it down over him. The jaws closed softly around his chest and the growl stopped. Chris moaned within and saw the corner of the dragons mouth stretch, he was smiling and Chris saw it from inside. The dragon used his tong again, such a useful tool it was. The dragon tong writhed over what ever was in the mouth, it soaked Chris in his saliva, he liked it, the dragon knew. He was done with this section, he lifted his head up a little, letting the legs of the wolf hang free in the air. Chris felt his his knot pulsate. He was stuck in the dragons mouth, and he smiled as it's slimy tongue licked over his body. It licked his lower torso, back, bell but just a hair away from his throbbing penis. Without any warning, the dragon leaned his head back and released it's grip around the wolf a little. Gravity helped as Chris slowly slid towards the awaiting throat. His cock was placed against that tong, plunged into the hot sticky clear fluid. He thrust into a slight crevice in its centre, pressing his body hard down on to the soft wet muscle. From outside the dragon smiled again at the little wolf humping in his mouth, he could taste it now, the salty sweet of his cock, it was spreading out across his taste buds as if soaking in. It brought on an urge to tip his head back, a tingling in his throat screaming at him to swallow this food. He must not yet, his prey wanted to enjoy this. He could feel the furry head tickle the back of his throat, a strange feeling, it signalled him to swallow, but he wanted to suck instead. Chris was looking down the throat, he panted heavily and took a long hard lustful lick of the dragons mouth, the grey wolf could feel his fur completely matted now, the green beast had lapped his legs and tail to. It clung to him, the slimy substances flowed over his body. At that moment he felt a lick travel deep between his legs, it pressed against his ball sac and touched his tail hole. His arms were pined by his sides, he was ready to move on and expected the dragon to tip his head back again, but he didn't. The pressure changed and a suckling noise surrounded him, he was pressed to the roof of the mouth and saliva rushed around him as he was brought back and forth inside the mouth, he knew the dragon was, tasting him, and it was a massive turn on. Chris withdrew his ears backwards as his head entered the wet and warm tunnel, and his erection was gently stroked by the dragons tongue. He humped against the tongue as more of him were sliding down in to the deep depths of the large reptile. His head entered the throat and he heard the the squelching and wet fleshy sounds from within. As his feet disappeared into the entrance of the throat, the dragon closed it's mouth and swallowed. Chris felt how the muscles pushed him deeper down, he travelled down watching the fleshy tube ahead unravel and expand as he went through it completely unable to move. Just feeling the hot wet walls press and caress him all over. His cock was stroked against the throat wall, pushing him so much he pressed against it arching his back inside. It was the best sensation he'd ever known. Chris pumped away, he writhed inside now, he had stopped mid way where the swallowing process was at its tightest. Doing his best trying to get his hands to his cock only rubbed the hard meat against the soft insides more. The dragon taunted his swallowed mean, halting him, but he readied a large and last gulp, to finish the little wolf. Chris was almost shot as a gigantic gulp hastily continued him down the throat. He landed in the belly with his head first, followed by the rest of his body, it was squeezed out of the tube. His shoulders, chest, belly and then came his throbbing penis. The tip poked out pressed against his belly, he was held there for just a second, back arched and a look of desperation on his scrunched up face. Then he moved more, further in the stomach, his cock was freed and then came a cascade of cum that sprayed down on him, it shot in pulses over his belly, chest and face. He lapped it up eagerly. He was then dropped in the stomach coated in cum, almost instantly the walls closed on him, there again was the feeling of slimy fluid and soft flesh against his cock. The air was heavy and everything was dark, he knew he was going to be giving himself away soon. Then came The Roar, even though he was in it's belly it sounded as though far away. The lonely wolf let out more of his cum into the dragon. He knew that he would eventually pass out and not wake. By this greater being, he was done. WTF! Did I just...... post a story 0.0 I did! Well guys ( I assume) Lemme know what you think! Armorine started this, and then handed it over to me! So drop him a line to. Thing is, this isn't the only think Armorine wrote...... Expect more. Love y'all Tatsu Aikuchi
Maranatha - Chapter XIII, as told by Sybrand Brubaker by khakidoggy	#13 of Maranatha - M A R A N A T H A © Osfer, March 2005 _All rights reserved. May only be distributed for free. May not be altered in any way. Contains material of an erotic and homosexual nature which may be illegal to read in your country, state, province or region. The author takes no	[ "Character Development", "Contemporary", "Death", "Gore", "Harsh", "Lynx", "M/M", "Panther", "Violence" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5170-maranatha-chapter-xiii-as-told-by-sybrand-brubaker	M A R A N A T H A © Osfer, March 2005 \_All rights reserved. May only be distributed for free. May not be altered in any way. Contains material of an erotic and homosexual nature which may be illegal to read in your country, state, province or region. The author takes no responsibility for transgressions on the part of the reader Comments welcome at [[email protected]](%5C).\_ Available on paperback in 2005 [ Mail the author](%5C) for information or [ join the mailing list](%5C)! Check out [Maranatha on WikiFur.](%5C) \~ Enjoy. \~ --- Chapter XIII - As Told By Sybrand Brubaker My name is Sybrand Patronius Olivier Randolph Brubaker. Quite a mouthful, to be certain - let me assure you, while we're on the topic, that that has been said to me for more then one reason. More than two, in fact. Can you think what those are? No? That's all right. It isn't because you don't have enough information about me, even though that's probably what you're telling yourself. In fact, you can't imagine accurately what those reasons are because you're an inferior intellect, my sweet. Take comfort in that blessed mental inadequacy, because it absolves you of a responsibility to personal ambition on a scale which has on numerous occasions driven me to madness, and back again, and what delightful trips those were, let me tell you. This is something which you are spared and in this matter I'll accept no objection because I can assure you with wire-sharp certainty that whatever cerebral faculties you possess and whatever psychological anguish and damage you have experienced it is simply inconceivable that it compares in any manner to that of yours truly. Please don't take offense at that. Now why did I say that to you? Of course you should take offense. I said it to hurt you. I like doing that, you know. Not just hurting you specifically, I don't even know you and actually who do you think you are, that you should be worthy of my unsplintered attention? Very few people are, you know. Very very few people. Could you ever be one of them? Would you want that, I wonder. Why don't I just stop babbling and introduce myself, so we can get on with the story and we can properly get to know each other, something I would very much like. To get to know you. It's something I like generally as well, getting to know people, even more, possibly, than hurting them although actually that's a silly comparison since the one naturally flows from the other, like blood from a vein and consciousness from a glistening eye. I told you my name, but nobody calls me by it fully, nobody who is now alive, with one exception whom I'll introduce you to readily. I'm a lynx, though I'm tall for my species and my cheektufts, which sometimes lend my kind a somewhat comical or at least amiable look, are very modest. With some grooming I can pass for another type of cat, if someone isn't too familiar with the feline family, after all, the pointed ears are hard to miss and few other species with my grey-speckled coloration have such ears. I'm fond of them, though. The round-eared varieties strike me as too... cutesy. Is that a word? I think I've read it. But you know what I mean. It's why felines are so popular as submissives, and Lord, if I meet another snow leopard who professes to be another male's full-time slave I'll... That's unfair. Some of them are actually quite, quite good. I may be tall for my kind, but I haven't lost any of our typical stockiness, so that if I chose to, becoming a bodybuilder of some quality would be a none too difficult task. My limbs are heavy and my torso broad, but these are qualities which I try to downplay. I do only light exercises to keep certain muscle groups in shape, but otherwise I focus on parts of my body which might otherwise get less attention. My fingers, for example - how terrible my life would be if they were to be injured. I trim my claws to the proper length and sharpness daily and the exercise regimen I have adopted to guard myself against RSI, the bane of anyone with dexterous fingers, is more involved than most people's daily work-out. The result is marvelous, though. When relaxed, I can type on average two to three hundred words per minute, I can tell gold from silver and glass from crystal and I can judge the temperature of an object or the air in a room with at most one degree Celcius deviation, all this by touch alone. I can trail a claw over another's hide, thorugh the fur, scratching the skin lightly enough to draw a gash through only the very top layer of the skin and, again by touch alone, trace the exact path of a blod-vessel so that it becomes excited and widens while its neighbors remain unaffected. I can fold an origami panda from a postage stamp, on which, with an ink-dipped pin, I've written the full partiture for the violin of Pachelbel's Canon in D. Merely - I say merely, but take my word that it is no trifling feat - by the caress of my fingers I can bring a person, male or female, old or young, to terrible, gnashing arousal without ever straying from areas of their body which are normally exposed in pleasant society. Hands, necks, faces. Merely by the grip of my hands, the twist of my wrist or the penetration of my fingerclaws I can end a person's life. Male or female, old or young. Quickly or slowly, depending on my preference and this does tend to vary, so there's no real average to be drawn there - but always silently. Perhaps that bothers you, that last part. Not the silence, the killing people part. You know, already, that I like hurting people but perhaps you're of the impression that I mean the gentle kind of hurting that some take quite some pleasure from. Paddling, whipping, clamps on certain parts of the body, or a safe helping of electricity, these are known to excite some people sexually. When I speak of hurting, though, it can mean one of two things, and one of these is the kind of hurting that precedes, or in another way of putting it, leads up to the termination of one's life. Without becoming crass with gory details, which I'm sure you're not yet fully ready for, I could describe certain acts which fit the bill, such as the removal of parts of body which still serve a purpose, the breaking of things that should normally be left whole and the destruction of the body's tissues through genuinely unpleasant but, considering my superior intellect, shockingly creative ways. Murderer, killer, homicidal maniac, torturer, butcher. Yes. All of these, yes. I prefer another term though, and no, don't worry, it's not 'artist'. I'm not that tacky. Technically, I consider myself a hobbyist, which is a reference to a short story which I know for a fact you have never read, and more accurately, an amateur in the original sense of the word. Look at the word and see what it derives from; an amateur is someone who loves what he does, who does it out of love for doing it, rather than because of some apprenticeship. That's the introduction, all you need to know about me other than that, for all I've divulged to you about my tastes - and I'll have you know that I've been not only very tactful about these tastes but also very, very modest - I'm terribly, terribly sexy. My body possesses that degree of masculine grace that arouses both genders, both the dominant and he submissive, though primarily the latter. Without becoming androgynous, it lacks certain exaggerated features which wold otherwise close off the interests of some people with certain tastes, but nobody thinks my shoulders are too broad or too narrow, nobody thinks I'm too muscular or too slender. Even my feline grace is tempered by the bulk of my limbs and this makes me very easy to recognize and very difficult to describe. I take liberties, praising myself, of course, but these insights are culled from reactions gleaned from others as well as objective self-reflection, which my superior intellect can easily manage, of course unlike yours. You are very primitive, and I am very advanced. Remember that. I am irresistible. Those who like to be penetrated lick their lips at the sight of me, those who like to have smaller persons under them to take pleasure from, look at me an decide to try something else for a change, consider that perhaps if even I'm not receptive to their kind of sport, that simply anything that they and I could do together, sexually, would be gratifying. Often I've wondered at this gift of mine, this magnetism, which I'm not ashamed of emphasizing. It's rather special, and whether it stems from my unique personality or was one of the causative factors, even my grotesque intellect can't discern. But I wander from the path. I was trying, and this is always challenging for me, to depart from the topic of myself and enter into the story proper. The story proper is that I have just endured a twelve-hour airplane flight, followed by a taxi cab ride from the airport to the city, from there another six-hour train ride to yet another city, where I stayed for another four hours before taking the bus to Maranatha, at another six hous' travel time. All this was following a forty-eight hour conversation with a young man I met in a bar on the other end of the world, took home, had sex with a few times, and then proceeded slowly to kill. It was very invigorating and even now I feel no need to sleep. Fresh-faced and clear-eyed, with no luggage and a crisp, new suit, I arrive at my destination. No, actually, I'll go back to describing myself just once more: I'm beautiful. Even though my attire is somewhat out of place, it seems as though I, like a mobile La Defense, determine fashion and that everybody else with their shirts and ties and slacks needs to catch up, feels embarrassed at how they're dressed. Over modest, soft leather shoes I wear simple black khakis, my torso clad in a black long-sleeved silk sweater and a crushed velvet black blazer over this, all terribly humble, and yet I don't go unnoticed. Heads turn as I push the glass doors of the building and step into a lobby buzzing with yuppies, men and women, eyes all gleaming with pride at their own achievements and covetousness at those of others. This place reeks of schemes. I walk up to a reception desk, one of three, decked up in that modern style of plain white shapes and soft, tasteful lights, so devoid of visible function and yet so very natural looking, such as those popular digital music players, the ones with the circular dial and the white earphones. Behind the desk is a squirrel, her fur as white as the desk she sits behind, making her smart suit look all the more crisp. From my inside pocket I withdraw my only luggage, my wallet, and from the myriad cards it contains I withdraw my identification. S. P. O. R. Brubaker. She types this in, informs me which floor I'm being expected, would I like an escort? No? The elevators are over there, she says. I like her. I decide she isn't someone I'd ever like to kill, and this gives me a good feeling. I go to the elevators. The building is a paradise of glass and steel and the cleanliness makes me very happy. I like things that don't look like anything alive has ever involved itself with them, things so inorganic and artificial that their existence can only be explained by assuming that they have always existed, or that it simply must be so, the way that certain minerals form crystalline structures of surpassing splendor without ever having been designed for that purpose. Don't make the mistake of assuming this is rooted in some disgust I feel toward the flesh, far from it. I love the body, the flesh and its myriad splendid textures. And sensations? We'll talk about those later. Please don't mind the strange directions my thoughts travel in sometimes. I'll kill you if you mind. That was a joke, for you to laugh at. Proceed. Without being aware of the intervening period between admiring the steel-and-glass spectacle of reflections at the elevators and the bing signaling my arrival at the floor I have no memory of selecting, I step out onto the floor and the door closes behind me. I don't know if there was anyone in the elevator with me or not, I simply can't remember. This is quite ordinary for me. I am in a reception area, far more modest than the one on the ground floor of course, and decorated in a very different style. There is more metal here, more dark colors, things look more solid and massive than the white, light, nearly effervescent shapes downstairs. I walk up to the reception desk, made of the same expensive light wood that covers the floor, hard and polished enough to reflect with almost mirror-like clarity yet still able to absorb enough of my step so as to make only a little noise as I walk. My ears, pointed, tufted little wonders, suddenly turn and I catch a sound which means nothing to me but the instinctual reaction is something I heed, so I ignore the polite young skunk behind the desk and turn my head. The reception area seems to double as some type of lounge space, there are earth-tone leather couches scattered about, a number of small, stylish coffee machines, a soup dispenser even and various people milling about them, leaning against walls, showing that they're on their lunch break by having their suit jackets tossed lazily over a shoulder, males and females casually flirting with each other in that deceptively professional way. Images overlay what I can already see, another instinctual response and I witness what a part of my mind has calculated, from what I have consciously and unconsciously observed, a glimpse of everyone's future. The two young wolves boasting and chatting and punching each other on the shoulder as they converse near a coffee machine, I see them naked together for the first time, embracing, laughing and then teasing and then growing angrier and angrier with each other as they both realize that neither of them is willing to be the first to take it under the tail. I see them shouting at each other, and then the image fades. A bitchy-looking older vixen with tight, deep red lips and her hair bound back in a tight bob, cowing people as she passes them with obvious authority, I see her sitting at home in a spacious apartment on a luxurious couch, sipping chilled white wine and watching a romantic movie on a large widescreen television, bursting into tears, slapping her own face to make herself stop and finally going on a rampage, throwing her wine against the window and screaming. An organized-looking female serval in a neat grey business dress strolls through the space, speaking on her cellular telephone in a calm, collected voice almost walks straight through a timid young puma who darts aside and opens the door for her and then slinks off - I see them sitting in a movie theatre, holding hands, laughing and talking with each other as they enjoy a comedy together. I see security guards, and it is among these that I spy the only herbivores in the entire room. This isn't strange, as the world of business is typically the domain of the more naturally competitive carnivorous species. A Palomino, who betrays all equines everywhere in their otherwise generally well-deserved reputation for excellent physical condition by packing quite a paunch. Fortunately, he's the only one of the guards who distends his uniform in this manner, the others, two hares, assorted hoofers and a jackal, appearing in much better shape. For the guards I see what you would expect - I see them in bars, drinking heavily and smoking liberally, some of them hitting on and failing to attract the sexual attention of girls, others failing just as miserably in their endeavors with boys. So focused am I in my lightning-fast analysis of all these people that it doesn't even strike me as odd that there should be such a large security presence in such a small area, my attention drawn instead to two things. First, that there are two people I can see for whom I can see no future projection, the jackal security guard, whose uniform seems ill-fitting now I focus my attention briefly on him, and black panther dressed almost identically to myself - black, remember, a black suit in velvet and silk - except that his attire comes over as far too dramatic considering his pelt is already shiny and black. The second thing that catches my attention is that I recognize this person (his name is Claude, in case I forget to mention this later) and that not only has he set down the newspaper he was reading but he's scanning the room with the same attention I gave it and he has now recognized me as well. I can't describe what it's like when we recognize each other, to even attempt that would necessitate a lengthy explanation of how I know, or I should say, know of Claude, which I have no inclination to do, especially since it would explain nothing about the quality of the gaze he and I share. It is interrupted when a girl, a slender vixen with a white shirt and a grey skirt, bumps my arm and she drops the papers she was holding but before they even hit the ground my arm is around her waist and I lean forward and tilt her over my hip, grabbing her flailing arm at the elbow before taking hold of the rear of her skirt as well, bunching it in my other fist, and hurl the poor girl head-first toward Claude. Without waiting to see if he dodges or she hits him I turn and throw all my weight into a three-foot sprint to the nearest guard. I take the gun from his holster and in the time it takes me to properly orient it in my hand and unlock the safety lever I hear the vixen scream and grunt as she impacts what sounds like an empty couch. I push past the guard I just robbed and toward the pudgy horse behind him, who has all of half a second to reach for his own weapon before I dart past him and behind him just as I hear the loud pop of a bullet being fired from a gun, a sound amplified to terrible proportions in a confined space like this. A second shot is fired but it's only when the third bullet impacts his massive body that the horse actually wavers and teeters backwards, threatening to crush me, but I crouch low and launch myself over the ground, between his legs, blindly opening fire. You might think this silly, that someone who has professed to possess a superior intellect and has demonstrated some exceptional physical capabilities as well (for comparison of speed, realize that only now the papers the vixen dropped are starting to hit the ground) might do something a little cleverer with a handgun than pointing and randomly pulling the trigger. I openly admit that this is a monumental flaw of mine, but I simply despise guns and have always avoided touching them or using them. I simply don't have any practice with these weapons and even when I wield one in a life-threatening situation I feel so sick at the mere presence of it that my instincts desert me and there is nothing to guide my hand but feeble conscious mental processes. None of the guards, as yet, have had time to so much as draw their guns. This isn't because they are slow, but because Claude and I are very, very fast. I can't speak for him, but I even experience time a little differently from usual. Events occur at a more languid pace, the world is a slow-motion prison with people poised in unbalanced mid-motion, paper pages falling with all the urgency of soap bubbles, where my mind commands my muscles to move at the speed to which I am accustomed, yet merely lifting my leg to move it forward means combating a force of gravity that is many times what I remember it being and even the air I move through feels syrupy, as if it intentionally hinders my movement. Claude is running to the side, away from the direction I'm sliding in and I put my hands, gun and all, on the floor, bracing them. My body tips forward and up, legs flying upward and smack against the face of an antlered guard, the backs of my knees smacking against his chest and as he tips over I am able to use his body as a platform to raise myself up in so that by the time he lands hard on his back, one antler splintering on the wall behind him, I'm crouching on his chest behind the cover of a couch. I am sexually aroused, you have no idea. The couch I'm hiding behind suddenly comes toward me, pushed, no doubt, by Claude's full weight and as I spring upward I hear the stag guard's ribcage give a satisfying little cracking sound. I retract my legs in mid-air to clear the top of the couch and avoid hitting the ceiling and as the couch slams into the stag's vulnerable legs, Claude has just enough time to roll out of the way to avoid my descending boots. One of my feet plunges through the upholstery of the couch, the other on the ground and in an attempt to extricate myself I throw my weight backward. Instinct kicks in for some reason and I find myself falling backward, arms stretched back, continuing the fall as a somersault, and just in time, too - the other guards have gathered their wits and opened fire, rightly assuming that the time for yelling 'Freeze! Police!' or whatever this security force might yell is far, far past. My body arches as only a feline's can and the somersault brings me to a perfectly balanced stance right up against the desk and I am completely exposed. On the positive side I now have a moment to get a full view of everything that's happening in the reception area: Two guards are down, three more remain - the jackal is conspicuously absent. There are people running away from the lounge area, the females hampered terribly by their unwieldy shoes; tough luck for them. The men have scampered already, such as are able to, down the two corridors that lead away from the reception, a few others are crawling. One is the vixen I used as a projectile against Claude, unsteadily moving on all fours, clearly lacking any sense of balance; another is a man clutching his face and crawling away from the fizzling remains of the soup machine which emits bright, violent sparks and a spray of steaming hot water from its internal boiler, which I imagine the crawling, screaming young man received full in the face. Oh, yes, the screaming. I'm so used to it I don't even hear it any more. The moose's antlers smack me across the jaw as his neck gives a satisfyingly final crunch and I have to wonder how it is that I could be so foolish as to smack myself in the face when snapping someone's neck, an act I've performed on numerous occasions. Then I wonder how I came to be holding this bull who, at twice my size, seems like he belongs more in one of those guard uniforms than in the crisp white shirt and black tie he's wearing, where he came from and indeed where I am. I drop the dead moose I'm holding and look around. A large office space for a few dozen employees, of a non-cubicle persuasion. Several other bodies are strewn about the place, over chairs, desks, slumped against walls, blood covering several motivational posters. 'Work from the heart' takes on a whole new meaning when splashed with arterial spray. I'm not even going to make a joke about the disemboweled canid sitting in an attitude of spine-snapped lethargy with is innards spilling out over a poster saying 'Show who you are inside'. Do my descriptions bother you? I'm sorry. I suppose I've become somewhat jaded, but don't worry, I'll try to be less literal from now on, for the benefit of your gentle, blemishless soul. Some of the corpses have the distinct trace of my claws on them, others have bullet-wounds. By the far door there lies a discarded gun and the body of another guard in a pool of blood with a slit throat. I surmise that after an altercation that cost more lives than did damage, Claude ran out of bullets and obtained a knife of sorts. Good for him. I check myself - spotless. Not a scratch, nor a drop of blood on my stylish attire, neither mine nor anybody else's, except on my fingers. Claude doesn't seem to be bleeding either, from what I can tell of his tracks. I straighten my jacket out, roll my shoulders and my neck to get comfortable, and as I head through the doorway Claude obviously exited from I take a chrome-plated letter-opener from a desk stand. Hardly an elegant weapon, but it feels pleasant in the hand and it has good balance and a nice, sharp point. I walk through the door and immediately turn right, positively sprinting and once I'm doing that, I realize why I was driven to do so. A gun-toting guard was just approaching the doorway and now I've managed to rush forward fast enough that he's holding his gun over my shoulder and firing it behind me. The bang is terribly loud, but at least it occurred behind my ear and not beside it, in which case I'd be deaf on that side. Walking down the hallway - by the way, the guard is dead by now, I stabbed him in the back of his neck - I notice that most of the offices are empty. From one of them, an older greyhound comes crawling, drooling blood on the floor, dragging his legs behind him that seem bent at all the wrong angles. The door he's pulling himself through is splintered inward, no doubt Claude hurled the poor old dog through the door and he landed very badly on the edge of the glass-top desk behind him. Tough luck, old chap. Moving past him in search of Claude, he grips my leg and whispers something like "Yell we," which makes no sense so obviously he's suffered some brain damage and with a quick punch of my letter opener into the base of his skull I put an end to that little problem too. Actually, now I think of it, my ear still rings a bit so he probably said "Help me". No matter, I'd have still done the same thing for the poor fellow. Claude appears to be on the run from me. This bodes well, even though he most likely has a knife that's a good deal larger and sharper than my little opener. I start to jog, passing through empty offices and corridors now, in no particular rush. My quarry - I find it satisfying to think of him as such, rather than 'my adversary' - hasn't anywhere to go. We'll have, likely, about two minutes before security forces figure out what's going on and manage to wrestle their way up the stairs through the throng of fleeing white-collars and they're likely to have already given descriptions of us both, so there is no point in attempting to pretend to be a fleeing worker, either. He's on this floor, he's going nowhere and the only reason he's fleeing from me is to prepare for our confrontation. I'm not afraid in the slightest. Claude, for all his skill as a killer, is an intellectualist. I'm a predator. He calculates every move he makes; I calculate most of them but when I feel the rush of heat in my blood and the pull of instinct on my muscles, that insistent tug of millennia of survival, I know when to hand over the reins and sit back while I experience my body doing terrible, marvelous things to other people. Claude relies on a lifetime of training which, if I remember correctly, gives the panther forty years on the outside, which doesn't stand much of a chance against, oh, the three and a half billion years it took nature to make me. Ego? Why, yes. Yes I have. On top of which, I'm never afraid. This isn't a boast, you should know, I actually consider it one of my few weaknesses. That, and my mental condition, which I can only surmise is schizophrenia. I'll admit I've never had myself analyzed, nor have I performed any degree of research into what schizophrenia is or isn't. All I know is that I have these little spells where I don't experience what happens in between, though this could conceivably be an issue of memory rather than consciousness. I hear sounds at the end of the corridor I'm walking through. I'm in no particular rush, so I take my time peeking into every office to check for bodies, of which I find only two, both of them in the same office. It occurs to me that it must be a dreadful fate, to go to work and to visit a colleague and to sit down for a chat and then to be butchered as a mere collateral casualty of two dueling murderers. Tough luck, eh? There's sound coming from up ahead, and though the door is still quite far away I can read the sign clearly: "Conference Room". I tug at my sleeves for the requisite one inch of shirt showing past the sleeves of the jacket, smooth my lapels and make sure my jacket is properly buttoned and look in the reflective glass cover of a piece of disgustingly bland corporate art on the white wall. My face is lit only by the glare of the overhead lighting and doesn't appear as dashing as I usually like to present myself, but it will have to do. The sounds I notice are those of, shall we say, involuntary lovemaking, a female's squeals and a male's grunts. Good old-fashioned rape amid the slaughter. She sounds to be of some sort of canine species, I neither care nor listen all too carefully, because this really is a pathetically cheap trick to pull. I walk up to the door, very quietly and listen. The lovemaking seems to be occurring some way away from the door, to the right-hand side. There's a regular thump but only the female is squealing, suggesting she's bent over a table or some such, though curiously, she doesn't verbalize any complaints. I step away from the door again and peer into the nearest office, where I find nothing of the sort I'm looking for, it seems to be an office with the exclusive purpose of facilitating internal meetings - the lighting is subdued, the walls and door are soundproofed, there is only one computer with two flat screens so that both occupants can look at what's on it. Being in no rush, I walk to the next office. The female is whimpering now while the male bangs away at her, losing himself in the rut - this is the time I should make my entrance, when Claude's off guard. I find what I need in this office and, bending my knees, I grab the chest-high filing cabinet at the base and lift. I hear noises in my spine and shoulders that suggest the cabinet is too heavy for me, but I pay them no more attention than usual. As an idol of mine once said - and I admit, it has been copied far too often by others - "I'm good with pain." The cabinet threatens to tip me forward and that's fine, as long as I point it down the hall in the right direction, breaking into a run, still mouse-quiet, leaning into the run to propel the heavy, square cabinet further. One of the drawers threatens to fall out, creaking far more noisily than my footsteps, but it's too late to worry about that. With a final yell, a kiai, as it were, I hurl the cabinet through the door. The faux hardwood door splinters into chunks of plywood and thick varnish and amid the thunderous clatter of bullets peppering the cabinet, perfectly following its trajectory - Claude's a good shot, after all - I dash into the room and randomly pick left as my destination. I'm in a conference room, with windows facing me and an elongated black table centering the darkly tinted but brightly lit room. The view is gorgeous; Maranatha looks absolutely stunning with the sun shining down on its citizens with all the UV radiation it can squeeze through our planet's scarred ozone layer and I can see it all the more clearly once the filing cabinet, its drawer finally flung open when it skidded over the table's surface, bursts through the window-wall in an explosion of prismatic, mesmerizing glass shards and a festive cloud of paperwork. Claude is damnably clever, though, in a way I'm ashamed I didn't see coming. While he tries to wrest his panicked, devoted aim off the filing cabinet now hurtling down God knows how many floors to a plaza full of brunching businesspeople and point his half-spent guns at yours truly, he moves sideways. I charge toward him, he moves to the side, running along the other side of the table and it makes me giggle as I scramble to a halt to avoid the bullets that pop and prattle into the expensive wallpaper on the wall ahead of me. Like I said, Claude's an excellent marksman, so I don't have much faith in running through a hail of his bullets, so I figure it best simply to stop in m tracks and restart again when he tries to take fresh aim. You'll have to forgive the laughter, really. I assure you it isn't hysterical laughter, it's just terribly comical that my quarry should use such an old-fashioned playground trick to keep me at a distance, and so effectively! Fortunately, I know a trick and all it'll take me is one and one tenth of a second, and possibly the use of my legs for the rest of my life, we'll see. Rather than chasing after him, which might work since he's now reached the part of the centre table where his two captives are coupling - if you haven't figured it out, at this point, Claude had taken two living prisoners, one male, one female and ordered the male at gunpoint to mount the female, so that I would think, listening to the sounds, that Claude was raping her and that he was on that side of the table, rather than hidden beside the door - I scramble back the other way, keeping low so that the table's between Claude and myself and then, reaching the midpoint of the table, clearly from the expensive end of the Ikea catalogue, I sit down on my derriere, brace my shoulders under the tabletop and with a roar and a creak in my spine and a pop in my knee and literally thousands of calories of energy I manage to wrest the tabletop off its pedestal, the pegs with which it was inserted digging into my neck as I toss it backward. The motion is awkward and off-balance, which confuses me for a second and I deduce with an inward groan, as the left end of the table smashes into the window-wall first, that by disregarding the mating hostages I also disregarded the fact that they were doing so on top of the table I was trying to disassemble! So Claude is already out the door and running away, busily reloading, by the time the right-hand side of the tabletop, intended to smash him in the side of the head, crashes through the window as well, sending the whole thing along with the male and female to join the filing cabinet on the plaza below. By the sound of the screams, they seem to have landed amid, or atop, a number of curious onlookers who came to inspect the cabinet and stood close enough to be crushed by the falling bodies, or wood, or glass. Fools. A quick stretch reveals my spine is fine, a quick feel that my right kneecap is in the wrong place. It's quickly popped back with a few judicious pushes of the thumbs and a bending of the leg, and the pain is pleasantly refreshing. With renewed vigor and, unfortunately, a limp, I pursue him some more. Yet another hallway, how terribly boring. A dozen offices on either side, one of the doors left open in the distance. Much closer, though, is the door to the emergency stairwell and while it's an impressive feat, running to the end of the hallway to open the door and then running back to take the stairs without making a sound, all this in the time it took me to sort out my knee, it's not impossible, and Claude is good. I stop at a janitor's closet on the way and pull out the light little cart, tossing his mop and bucket aside and then quickly yank every plastic bottle from the various shelves that has the red 'flammable' warning on it along with a few rolls of wiping paper, all haphazardly arranged, finally opening one such up (Mayk-it-Kleen or some such nonsense) and emptying the contents over the exciting variety of chemicals. I carefully drive my rickety, dripping cart down the hall toward the emergency door, stopping only to relieve a dead guard of his sidearm, and only the stinking, disorienting fumes steaming off the tray cart covers the sickness I feel at the mere touch of a gun. I push the door open and, as expected, there are guards coming up the stairs. Their uniforms are of the same color as the ones wrapped around the bodies Claude and I left on this floor, though there seem to be a great many more running up the bland, white, well-lit spiral staircase, from what I can see, all mumbling that strange hut-hut-hut that military people like so much. With a kick, I send my little cart careening down the stairs and shoot at it before it gets too far. Immediately all the guards duck under the cover of the guard rails, on all the floors and floors of stairs spiraling down beneath me, so the topmost guards fail to notice that the cart, covered with wadded paper soaked in flammable cleaning substances, has now slightly caught fire. Tossing the gun down the gap of the stairwell with disgust, I grab the handrail and hoist myself upward, starting to follow Claude, pulling myself forward with every other step on account of my limp. I wonder which floor Claude went to? When a sudden loud popping sound occurs, echoing madly through the vertical pile formed by the emergency stairwell, soon followed by a sudden wave of heat and red light and screams as the cart properly bursts into flame and continues rumbling down the steps, spilling half-melted bottles of corrosive or flammable materials for the entertainment of the guards it passes, I stop in my tracks and chuckle. Claude's actually pretty clever. I carefully go back down the steps, ignoring the sounds of screams and random, panicked gunfire and the occasional whoosh-thud of a burning guard jumping over the rail to put the flames out, only to find that they are indeed out by the time he hits the floor several stories below. I stop briefly to admire the spectacle - three floors worth of stairs are burning to greater and smaller degrees, with men waving their arms and patting themselves to put the flames out, or howling and protecting their eyes, or choking, or simply burning and I wonder what it must be like to burn. I think I might enjoy it, actually, feeling the fluids in your skin boil away before the surface cracks and peels away, exposing the muscle for charring. Almost jealously, I regard the security people whose last moments are so very interesting. Regretfully I pull my attention away from the spectacle and go back to the floor I came from, shutting the door behind me. Clever, clever, clever. The old I-know-you-know-I-know-you-know, he didn't double back. He opened the office at the far end of the hallway and continued, the sly devil. I jog in a wobbly fashion on account of my annoyingly uncooperative right knee, the joint burning every time I put my weight on it, though I know that movement is good for a dislocated joint and besides, the pain is comforting. I turn a corner and find this hallway to lead to a familiar place - the earth-toned and now blood-spattered reception slash lounge, and it's from there that I hear Claude utter the first word I've ever heard him speak: "Fuck." I wince at the swear, not only because I'd taken him for the kind of elitist who'd say "merde" or "mon dieux," if he were of a gentler persuasion, I honestly don't know him well enough to predict that - but "fuck"? My neck hairs bristle and my whiskers splay. Swearing upsets me. I don't like it at all. Do you swear? If I ever meet you and I hear you swear, I'll kill you very very slowly. In the closest thing to blind rage I've come in a while, and let me take the time to point out that while it's true that I hate swearing, my current emotional state is uncharacteristically extreme and can only be attributed to the fact that I'm probably insane - filled with anger and fury I charge into the reception. I hop over the couches, landing softly on the squishy belly of some office worker, blood fountaining comically from his mouth and simply run. Claude could have shot me a dozen times over If he were facing me, but he isn't. He's prying open the elevator doors, pushing them apart with his bare hands, fingers bleeding from the claws he tore while trying to get the doors open and in a moment he looks at me over his shoulder. I must be roaring or shouting, because my mouth is open and there's a lot of noise, but I don't know for certain. What I'm certain of is that my body impacts Claude's hard enough that he emts a sound like no other I've ever heard, simply produced by the sudden collapse of his lungs during an attempted scream, and we both fly out into the dark, deadly elevator shaft. Things happen very slowly from this point forward. Slowly for me, at least. I'm practically hugging Claude from behind. I like his smell, he smells clean, with a modest helping of cologne, and he smells of blood and the pleasant oily, sulphurous scent of gunpowder. He spreads his arms, as if to surrender and to experience flight in his last moments, and I close my arms around him, feeling my fingers sink knuckle-deep into the muscle of his stomach. We fall about two floors before we hit the ceiling of a still-standing elevator, but I'm so busy pulling the spasming Claude's insides out of his abdomen that we quickly roll off. My mind is occupied, while Claude comes apart under the attention of my fingers, the details of which I'll spare you, as I promised previously. How fortunate I am to have landed not only on that elevator just now, but also on another three floors down and going down so the fall hardly hurts at all. How sad it is that Claude is now all but dead, and after only such a short scuffle. Now, I understand, gentle reader, that to you the massacring of an entire floor of an office building and dozens upon dozens of honest, hard-working security personnel, might be something you'd describe using words like "brutal" or "excessive" or even "diabolical", but it's a fairly modest endeavour by my, and Claude's standards. The Quebecois cat whose bits and pieces are coming away from the trunk of his body so satisfyingly has some truly legendary achievements to his name. Good, old-fashioned shudder-inducers like the burning down of an orphanage to hide one single incriminating birth certificate, long forgotten in a hidden basement room. Pro-actively administering one half of a two-component poison to an entire flock of law school graduates so that, at any point, they could easily be given the second component, causing their death, but leaving no trace of harmful substances in their bodies - good, solid work, all of it. And now? Now he's a few smears of blood on some unwashed concrete elevator shaft walls, a few unrecognizable hunks of meat on elevator roofs and inter-floor walkways and one scarecrow of a corpse, which I hold in one hand, my other clinging to the rung of the maintenance ladder running down the side of the elevator shaft. My arm, the one holding on to the ladder, hurts like my knee does, from the sudden impact of halting my fall by grabbing the rung, so I drop Claude's lifeless remains and switch hands long enough that I can pop my shoulder back in its socket with a deft flick of my arm. Honestly, that limb's been in and out of socket so often I can just about pop it at will. Claude vanishes down the dark shaft and I continue climbing down. I figure that there'll be some sort of boiler room downstairs from which I can plan some kind of escape, but as I climb down and down I notice something very odd. The floor, the very bottom floor of the shaft isn't concrete - it's yellow. Bright, shiny yellow, with an ever-growing splash of red, the blood seeping from Claude's gaping chest. Grinning, I continue climbing down. I have a feeling about what I'll see when I get there. "Did you really think I'd need that?" I ask the stallion in his finely cut black business suit, suited comfortably in a fold-up chair beside a coffee-table laid out with tea and biscuits. I point at the inflatable safety-mattress behind me, so large and bloated that I could probably have simply dropped from the floor I jumped out of and survived. Two men dressed in black uniforms, different than the other guards upstairs, are behind me, carefully removing Claude from the top of the yellow balloon, slipping about on the slick blood, making it look like one of those bouncy castles for children. "Tiber Ferrum, you really underestimate me sometimes," I say with a chiding grin, doing my best Stern Mother impression as I take a seat on the white plastic deck chair opposite Tiber's side of the small table. We're in a maintenance hallway at the base of the elevator shaft, which stretches some distance behind him. The walls are dark grey concrete, lit from overhead bulbs which emit an annoying flicker. Behind Tiber stands the jackal I saw in the reception earlier, though he seems to have traded the blue security uniform he wore upstairs for the black outfit also worn by two more guards, who sling their weapons on their straps and use their free hands to peel my jacket off my shoulders and lift my pullover up. "Can it," says Tiber, the stallion looking at me with his usual unreadable reserve and I cock my head, wondering what I said wrong, until a hare appears from behind his seat. The young male crawls over on his knees, looking quite comfortable to do so, dressed only in a tight white tank top and a pair of cutoff jeans. "Hi, I'm Cannit! Your friend Mister Tiber hired me to help you relax," the cheerful lapine explains as the handsome youth kneels beside my chair and leans over to open up my pants. Naturally, I've been hard as a rock during the entire altercation and I melt back into the chair as a warm, talented mouth engulfs my member, and I do indeed relax. The stallion sets down his cup of tea and leans forward, while the guards each fetch a pail ofsoapy water and begin scrubbing the blood off my forearms. I let it all happen, lazy as a Persian prince, and interrupt the tall, striking horse in his fine business suit before he can start. "Let me guess. You have a job that needs doing, one with so many variables that you require an independent thinker, who has no limits, to come up with a solution. You obviously didn't ask me first, so you probably suspect that there is someone in this city who might know who I am, and so you asked around and convinced Claude to visit. In the time between this agreement and his arrival you changed your mind and invited me anyway, timing the arrivals specifically to cause Claude and me to meet. This boy gives really good head, by the way, you ought to try him." Tiber sits back in his chair, content to let me do the talking. "I have," says the stallion and I can feel the hare who's performing slow, deep, easy fellatio on my needful manhood is grinning in agreement, though the suction nor the delicious flicking of his tongue never waver. "Go on," Tiber says encouragingly, looking at me with those unfathomable dark eyes of his. I think for a second. "The timing is more critical even than simply causing us to meet. You knew the situation would explode, that we would have no choice but to go after each other," I says, sighing happily as my arms and face are washed and then dried, the hare's head bobbing dutifully at my groin, his ears comically bouncing in and out of view between Tiber and me. "You wouldn't want that sort of thing happening in your office. So you're not in charge today. You've taken some leave, or have business elsewhere, and this massacre happened on the watch of the guy who stepped in to run your department in your absence. He'd get all the fall-out, and you would be completely free of blemishes." The four guards return into vie, two of them carrying a plastic deck chair much like the one I'm lounging in, enjoying some pleasant oral and even more pleasant company, reaching out for some tea - Darjeeling, with half a spoon of grass honey and just a dash of lime - and upon that chair the remains of Claude are laid out. Tiber doesn't blanch at this, and the hare can't see it, since he's facing away, so I keep my hand on the back of his head to protect him from the sight, and to quickly snap his neck in case he sees it and the fright causes him to bite down. I smile at Tiber and raise my cup in salute to him. "I'm not even going to ask how you predicted that I'd end up in the stairwell," I say, sharing a chuckle with the horse, the laughter echoing through the long concrete hallway, from which emerges half a dozen or so men in white coats, all wearing green surgical face-masks and blue latex gloves, some of them pulling two steel trolleys behind them while others carry leather cases under their arms. Quickly, they surround me and Claude, placing the trolleys between us and three of the men start working on the corpse, though what they do I can't tell, while the other three focus on me, and I simply let them. Tiber clears his throat and everybody briefly pauses in their work, even the jackal behind him breaking his guard-dog sternness and folding his ears for a split-second, before solidifying again as the stallion continues and pours himself a fresh cup of tea. "I have to leave for a while, an urgent... family matter." He doesn't explain what that means, and I don't ask. The doctors surrounding me are feeling my pulse, my throat, combing my damp fur, occasionally pushing Cannit aside, who always manages to shift into a position where he can continue performing his job. And a great job he's doing, let me tell you. "I was interested in reconfiguring the standing structures in a segment of this city's organized crime, though by various circumstances, that seems to have backfired. I've prepared some materials for you-" I hiss suddenly, and one of the doctors seems to think the hiss is in protest to the syringe he's jabbing into my throat, but I nod to him to let him know it's all right, and a warm tingle spreads through my veins as he withdraws the syringe and pricks another into my wrist. The sounds of what delicious arts Cannit is performing on my erection mingle with the sounds of what the doctors are doing with Claude's remains. "Don't worry," says Tiber in his deep, reassuring tone, assuaging my worries that he's forgotten how I hate to be over-prepared for any job. "All you need Is a list of names. I trust you'll figure the rest out for yourself. You're sharp that way," he says, handing a business card to the jackal guard behind him, who walks over, politely pushing his way past the doctors surrounding me to show me the card and the names written on it for two seconds, and then walks away again, tearing the card up. Meanwhile, two of the doctors are busy shaving the fur around my neck and ears, my eyebrows and my lips and my wrist, all of which I accept without question. Clearly, Tiber wants me incognito while I'm on the job, and now the whole fracas upstairs makes complete sense. Tiber loves nothing more than to subtly push two great forces into competition with each other and seeing which one wins; it's why he pitted Claude and me against each other and it's probably what he's been doing with the upper-tier criminals in this city. The doctors, finished with their shaving, each reach across me, their arms brushing against the hare's ears, who irritatedly huffs around the penis he's so skillfully sucking on, and pick up scalpels and forceps from the tray. I notice in the glint of metal the letters S P O R engraved in each of the instruments and I smile at how thoughtful Tiber is, not only providing the hare's mouth for my comfort, but also my favorite brand of scalpel. "You have the standing mandate not to kill too many people, though you will be held accountable for none of your actions. I'll accept whatever decisions you make in the field, as usual," says Tiber and sips his tea, the jackal behind him visibly gulping and blanching as the doctors begin to cut into the skin of my wrists, my hands, my neck and my face. It feels very interesting, those laser-sharp incisions in so many parts of my body, and I'm pleasantly surprised to notice that none of the substances they just injected me with were anesthetics, so the pain is deliciously vivid. I close my eyes and moan happily at the sensations, feeling the surgical steel slide through my skin like a shark through a school of sardines. "Just try not to kill too many people. You know," says Tiber and I open my eyes to look at him. A piece of skin is removed from the side of my face and laid carefully in a prepared tray on the trolley, while one of the doctors who was working on Claude comes discretely our way to hand over a bowl containing a patch of silky midnight-black-furred skin. A pair of scissors crip-crip-crip through the cartilage of one of my ears. "You know," the horse repeats earnestly, patting my sore knee, "I knew you'd beat Claude. And I'm glad." I smile at him as he stands up, straightens his tie and leaves with two of the guards, the jackal, the two remaining guards and the six doctors now all working in silence, looking more nervous with every echoing hoofstep signaling Tiber's departure. Only Cannit seems unaffected, the sweet, stupid thing that he is and as more skin is removed from my face the sensations finally drive me over the edge and I climax in the boy's mouth, my fist true orgasm in several months. It seems to last that long - several months. I ride the high in fast-forward and slow-motion at once, continuing to feel the icy cold burning sting of the steel cutting my flesh and the warm muzzle engulfing me to the base and swallowing hungrily, I feel like I'm literally floating, weightless, buoyed by the ecstasy of extremes, on a cloud of downy-soft hare-fur and white-hot razorblades... Finally I come down from my high, and once again, time has passed that I'm not aware of. I'm standing outside the Sargasso building, on the plaza decorated with an explosion-pattern of glass shards and papers and blood with in its center a filing cabinet, a long wooden conference table top and two corpses being busily photographed. Police and panicked onlookers are everywhere, the former trying to herd the latter to make room for the ambulances arriving and leaving immediately when a shivering, sheet-covered victim is delivered on a gurney. Amid all this I stand, with silky black fur on my hands and on my face, with 'cutesy' rounded ears atop my head, a black leather jacket hugging my shoulders, buttoned up all the way, a pair of black leathers clinging to my legs. I look better than Claude did in his suit, and he looked positively edible. "Excuse me sir, you'll have to move," says an irritated bear in a cheetah in a police uniform, pushing me away from the plaza and toward the side of a large police van, I'm standing amid a crowd of truly terrified panthers and lynxes, all of them looking worried. The bored-looking police-bear standing beside the van's open door calls for a volunteer, and when none come forward, I raise my hand, quickly lowering it before the stitches show, let alone my natural grey-with-spots fur. "This way, sir," says the bear gruffly as I push my way through the crowd, listening to the babble of journalists and reporters juggling their need to remain on-camera and interesting with their desire to bribe the policemen preventing them from getting close-ups of the carnage. I step forward and from inside the van a technician, a young rat appears. "Just hold still, sir," says the bear, cupping my chin. The tension on my face causes pulling at the seams, but my new hide sticks fairly well to my facial muscles. The bear holds my head and the rat takes a snapshot with a large, clunky-looking plastic camera with a strange red lens, then he turns my head and the rat takes another snap. "Just one moment, sir," says the bear, keeping one hand on his pistol and the other on my chin while the rat returns to the van's interior. I see him setting the camera down in a cradle clearly designed for it, I see him loading up the two pictures of my face on one screen, over which the computer overlays yellow dots marking my eyebrows, nose, cheekbones, jaws while another screen in the bank of monitors that lights the rat's face with their grizzly black-and-white images shows footage from a security camera offering a blurry close-up of Claude's face back in the conference room. Over his face the points are drawn as well, and a large overlay on the screen with my pictures shows a number of percentages, with the largest being an average match score of fifty-nine per cent. The bear releases me, nods and I push my way through a throng of disaster tourists, reporters and emergency walkers and, with the sun not yet risen to noon, I think I'm ready to take apart Maranatha City until I find the pieces I'm looking for. To be continued. 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Three Furs, One House by WPMSpup	#1 of Three Furs, One House - My thanks to MyOwnParasite for allowing me to use a few of his creations for this story. Three Furs, One House: Chapter 1- Chaos Theory As I stepped towards the doors of the House of Blues music club, situated in the heart of Harbor City, the signature strains	[ "Alcohol", "Charlie and James", "Cheetah", "German Shepherd", "Human", "Mates", "Metal", "Music", "Otter", "Sabretooth Tiger", "Wolf", "Wolfpack Motorsports", "country" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464427-three-furs-one-house	My thanks to MyOwnParasite for allowing me to use a few of his creations for this story. Three Furs, One House: Chapter 1- Chaos Theory As I stepped towards the doors of the House of Blues music club, situated in the heart of Harbor City, the signature strains of tonight's opening band hit my ears. The music crashed over my head in a discordant rhythm of hard guitar riffs, thudding bass from the drums, and almost unintelligible lyrics. The band was called Slaughter and Silence, and they would be opening for another band named Chaos Theory. Chaos Theory was a well-known local furry band with the greatest lead singer and guitarist I'd ever heard: Charlie Clayton. The brown-furred shepherd was an amazing performer, able to captivate even the most cynical of critics with just one song. His voice was unbelievable, soft and commanding all at once. If you ask me, he could've been a public speaker. He could have run for office. Instead, he'd decided to make a name for himself by playing hard rock. I'd first met Charlie in high school. We'd both gone to Harbor Hills High, and we'd properly met at one of the parties that he and his former band liked to throw in the numerous abandoned houses strewn around the campus. At first, I was hesitant. I'd been dragged along forcibly to one of the parties by a friend. But after a while, I was quite glad that I had gone. I'd eventually lost touch with the funny shepherd after we graduated, however, but I'd heard his name a lot over the years on various news programs and radio talk shows. Then, I'd been introduced to his music. Charlie had a rough life. He'd gotten kicked out of his first band, a group called Lo$t Sh3pherd, a few years ago. He'd then proposed to his mate, James, only to have James ripped away from him and sent across the country by his asshole parents. Finally, things began to look up after he and James were married a few months ago, after more than four years apart. It's kind of a sad story, really, but if you wanted to hear it, you'd have to ask him. I knew James too... Well, kind of... One afternoon during my senior year at Harbor Hills High, I'd been quietly talkng to Charlie at one of his parties when suddenly, James came stumbling down the stairs, grabbed a cup of booze, and went out on the patio and broke down crying. Neither of us had met him before, and I hadn't seen him since, until I got together with Charlie for a drink and he'd come along as well. I later learned the story behind James' breakdown. It was a tale that was already familiar to me. I empathized with Jame because my own parents had been cast from the same mold as his, except not quite as bad. I mean, they'd bought me my own place because they didn't want me to be bi in their house, with my new little brother. Go figure... Anyway, I had barely set foot inside the establishment when I was accosted by a dozen furs, each sporting t-shirts with Wolfpack Motorsports written on them. I grinned at one in particular, a fox with vivid orange fur, a WPMS shirt on, and a hat with my number on it; 97. They had probably recognized me from the news. I'd been on it for a hideous crash at Road America two weeks before, and I was still feeling that wreck. Either that or they had recognized me from the neon blue and orange markings on my paws, ears, and tail. I laughed and pulled a sharpie pen out of my pocket. Instantly, I was mobbed by a dozen paws clutching things they wanted to sign. One of them caught my eye, a die-cast model of my own car, the blue and orange Maserati MC GT4. It was in the paws of the same fox with the hat. He must be a die-hard fan. "What's your name, foxy?" I said, getting my own paws on the car and uncapping the pen. "J-Jericho," he stuttered, visibly shaking. He spelled out his name for me and I autographed the car, writing, "Jericho, keep your paw down. Ricky," across the hood. I handed it back to him and he clutched the little chunk of metal to his chest like I'd just handed him a hundred thousand dollars. I offered my paw and he shook vigorously. "Were you at the last race?" I asked him. He nodded. "I don't miss any! You're so much better than Davis, he was a major dick for wrecking you out like that!" I'd been in contention for the win with two laps to go at Road America up in Winsconsin with Jarrod Davis in the Shadow Racing Team in second place. He'd taken the air off my wing going through the sweeper at the back end of the track and I'd wound up flipping the car over a half dozen times. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing you at Sebring in a week," I said, pressing a pair of tickets and infield passes into his shaking paws. His jaw dropped and he hugged me so tightly I thought I was going to die of asphyxiation. Finally, he released me and scampered off, but not before planting a kiss on my cheek. It was well known that I was bi in the motorsports world, and the other teams, and my own, had given me endless shit for it. I couldn't help smiling at the thought of that hyperactive fox sitting front row at Sebring next week as I signed a few more things for the furs crowded around me before making my escape to the bar. I rapped the counter to get the barkeeps attention and ordered a pint of Guinness. While I waited for the beer to arrive, I turned and watched the band on stage. The lead guitarist and vocalist, a blue-furred wolf with creamy white belly fur, caught my eye and grinned. I grinned back. This wolf had been my mate a few years back, before Slaughter and Silence had formed. His name was Michael, though he preferred to go by Moon. He waved at me, taking his paw of the guitar and jerking it around before resuming his frenzied playing. I laughed, then got tapped on the back with a glass. I turned around to see my pint of Guinness sitting on the bar in front of me. I set a five down on the counter and took the beer with me over to the backstage area. The security guard, a big coyote with brown fur, fixed me with a sharp glare. "Charlie!" I called. Behind the well-built coyote, I could catch a glimpse of the famous shepherd as he prepared for his show. His head snapped over to me and a warm smile crossed his muzzle. "Blackwell, it's cool. I invited him," he said to the coyote. The guard relaxed and stepped aside, allowing me access to the backstage. I'd taken no more than a single step backstage before a fat joint was stuck in front of my muzzle, along with a lighter. Holding the roach was a human hand. James. "James!" I called, embracing the skinny human in a bear hug. "How you been, dude?" "I've been okay. I'm just about ready for this damn tour to be over, so we can go home and just relax for a few months." Charlie laughed. "You know it's another week, babe." He wedged himself between me and James and planted a kiss on his cheek. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment. It had been so long since I'd had someone to share moments like that with. "Yeah, I know. But it's tiring," James relented. I had to laugh at that. "But you're not even the one onstage!" Charlie laughed with me. "That's very true, he isn't." James scowled at the both of us before breaking out in laughter as well. It was then that I remembered the blunt in his hand. I gestured to it and waggled my eyebrows. "Oh, sure dude. Help yourself. Oz has a ton of this shit back at his and Cory's place." I laughed again and took the blunt from him, pulling a battered Zippo from my pocket to light it. That first hit made me cough a few times. It had been months since the last time I'd smoked anything besides cigarettes, mostly to keep my standings with the GT4 series that I raced in. But, since there was two races left in the season, next week at Sebring and the week after at the Circuit de Catalunya in Spain, they wouldn't be doing any more this season. I took another hit on it, the thick smoke pouring into my lungs and out again in a giant cloud of blue-gray smoke. Almost immediately, I recognized the strain; Pineapple Express. After the movie had become such a huge hit, profit-minded pot dealers had suddenly raced to develop a matching strain. And they had succeeded... "Damn, that shit is GOOD!" I exclaimed, taking one more big puff before handing the roach to Charlie. He accepted it without hesitation and took a huge puff. "Alex! Come over here!" he suddenly called out. My ears perked up at that name. I'd known a half dozen Alex's over my life, including three of them during my time at Harbor Hills High. I doubted it'd be someone I knew, so I didn't pay it any mind. Charlie seemed to scoop a wolf out of the air and add him to our little circle. So this was Alex. I couldn't help but think that he looked kinda familiar. A wolf of shorter than average stature with silver and gray fur and black head fur with blond highlights, he looked very punk rock. Charlie handed him the joint and I watched him take an enormous hit off it before passing it to James. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Alex asked me. He started studying me with a fixed expression, his blue eyes scanning every inch of my body. I noticed that they held a few seconds longer on my crotch than they had on the rest of me. "I was thinking the same thing..." I said slowly, still trying to place him. "Did you go to Harbor Hills?" He nodded. "Met Charlie there." I snapped as the memory came back to me. Alex had been present when James had broken down on the patio, talking with the two of us in the living room. He was a lot less punk back then. I was surprised at how much he'd changed. "That's right! You were at one of the parties near the campus when James had a freak out." James cleared his throat to capture my attention. I took a second to turn my head, and saw that he was giving me the finger. I guess he doesn't like to be reminded. Alex laughed. "That's right! We were in the living room smoking and he just came down and grabbed a drink." Out on stage, the opening band was finishing up their song to general applause. "Well, that's our cue," said Charlie. He gave his mate a kiss and me and Alex paw bumps before striding over to his guitar and slinging it over his shoulder. His paws flew over the frets and strings as he refreshed himself on the riffs of one of his latest songs. The three of us went back to the front of the club, picking spots near the stage so we could be close to the music. "Alex, you want a drink?" I asked, holding up my pint of Guinness in case he didn't know what I was talking about. "A double of Jack, if you don't mind." He reached into his wallet to pull out some cash to pay for it, but I put my paw on his. "Don't worry," I said. "I got this." He smiled at me and withdrew his paw from his back pocket. I went over to the bar and ordered what he'd wanted, setting down a few bills to pay for it. While I waited, I sat on one of the low-backed bar stools and watched Chaos Theory set up their equipment. Oz and Cory were bolting together Zack's drum kit while Charlie hooked together distorters and wah-wahs and amps to the trio of guitars. Zack just stood in the background, a cigarette dangling from his lips, waiting for his bandmates to finish setting his drums so he could get on them and make sure everything was ready to go. He was twirling his drumsticks between his paws and twirling his striped tail back and forth. The clink of glass on wood alerted to me to the presence of a drink and I turned to retrieve it. When I did, my paw brushed up against that of the bartender, a black-furred wolf. He blushed and looked away, leaving me to take the drink and with a clusterfuck of feelings running through my head. I shrugged it off and took the drink back to Alex, who took it and again insisted on paying me for it. I finally gave in and took it, resolving to slip it back into his pocket sometime before he left. Finally, the band was ready. I could hear Charlie's amp let out a few guitar notes before he stepped up to the mike. "How are all of ya tonight?!" he screamed into the microphone. The crowd went berserk and started clapping and cheering and whistling. I laughed and joined in, slapping my leg with my free hand while my tail wagged behind me. "Who's ready to rock?!" The crowd gave, if it was even possible, a bigger response than the first question. "We are Chaos Theory! But, before we start the show, I'd like to welcome a friend of mine to the stage. We've known each other since we were both in high school and he's famous in his own right. Ricky, if you would, come up on stage with us, dude." Everyone next to me, including Alex, turned to stare at me. I felt my face grow hot from being unexpectedly thrust into the spotlight, sure that my blush was showing through my thick white fur. I stepped up towards the stage and a brown paw appeared. I grasped it and was pulled up on stage. Oz handed me a microphone, the cord almost getting tangled in that of his guitar. "How's everyone tonight?" I yelled into the mike. My applause wasn't as big as Charlie's had been, but I was still pleased by it. From the back of the room, I could see Jericho jumping and hollering, waving around that car that I had autographed for him. "He'll be signing autographs after the show," Charlie called into the mike, making me scowl at him. Then I started laughing. "He's right, I will be. We're gonna be at Sebring in a week, so the first fifty people that manage to get close and get my autograph are gonna get tickets and infield passes. I'll be expecting to see all of you there." With that, I tossed the mike back to Oz and jumped down. I went back over to Alex, who was standing there laughing his ass off, drink forgotten. "What's so funny, wolf boy?" I barked at him, causing him to jump and spill almost half of the whiskey on himself. I started laughing at him, watching him uselessly try to wipe himself down. "I'll get you another one. Hold on." As I went to go get a replacement drink, I heard Charlie and his band rip into a song, a cover of Brad Paisley's "American Saturday Night." The smooth country riffs were instantly transformed into the hard rock sound that Chaos Theory was known and loved for. She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listening to the Beatles singing 'Back in the USSR' Yeah, she's going 'round the world tonight, but she ain't leaving here She's just going to meet her boyfriend down at the street fair. It's a French kiss, Italian ice, Spanish moss in the moonlight, It's just an American Saturday Night. I found myself clapping and singing along to the song, familiar with it from the few Paisley shows I had gone to in the past. Charlie and his band were doing a masterful job of converting the song to metal. As I listened to the music, I found myself surrounded by furs again. All of them were clamoring for autographs and the tickets I had promised. My paw started to go numb from the countless things I signed and I got quite a few paper cuts from the tickets. Alex was beside me the entire time. I could feel his eyes watching me, even though I only glanced at the wolf once or twice. Eventually, I gave up, hanging my head and letting go of the nearly depleted pen. "Alright, people, he's done for now," I heard Alex say. I looked up to see him shooing off the last few people that had been grouped around us. "Thanks," I said, taking a sip of the Guinness I had neglected since getting it nearly an hour before. It was warm, but that was okay with me. We sat in silence for the rest of the show, cheering at the end of every song and encouraging them to have an encore at the end. "Come on, you guys," Charlie finally called, exasperated. After three encores, and well over two and a half hours of rocking, they were starting to show their fatigue. "We're fucking tired!" The furs in the audience gave exactly no fucks. All they wanted was more of Charlie's music. The crowd erupted in a roar of anger at Charlie's refusal; from where I was standing, I could see him jump back a couple of feet as empty beer bottles began to fly towards the stage. Panicked, he shouted for the audience to stop, before turning to face the others. I saw him confer with the rest of his band before stepping back up to the mike. "Okay, we're gonna do one more song, and that's it. What do you guys wanna hear?" All at once, a hundred furs started shouting out suggestions. One of their songs came to mind for me, and I bulled my way through to the stage and waved at Charlie to lean down. He did, and I whispered the name of the song in his ear. I saw his eyes light up at the mention of something they had written forever ago and he nodded. I smiled and stepped back, sipping my third beer of the night. "Alright, we're gonna play something that we wrote a long time ago, and I hope you guys remember it." A million faces passing by, All so dead, but so alive, All in a rush to get in line... A million faces, and they smile and say 'goodbye'... They live and die inside their hives... \_ \_ You were stuck in the shadows day and night, with no release in sight, Just another night, and you've survived... From nine to five, you kept your master satisfied, like white-powder slaves with no real lives... \_ \_ But I've seen the sadness in your eyes! The truth behind the lies! And we can laugh, and we can cry! 'Cause we're so free, we share the stars that trace the sky/! We're watching their world through heroin eyes! Watching their world through heroin eyes... Watching their world through heroin eyes... I can see the crowd eating this up. Charlie's paws fly across the strings, stroking each with the passion of a thousand suns. Towards the front of the crowd, I can see James standing there, shaking slightly. I could tell he was remembering what had happened to him the first time he'd heard this song, the time that he overdosed on coke and got stuck in the hospital for three weeks. Right before his parents took him away from Charlie for more than four years. I stepped up to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "You alright, man?" I asked softly. "Yeah..." he said, wiping his eyes. "I'm just remembering what happened all those years ago." I was right. That was going through his mind like a runaway freight train. "Hey, you're here now, and that's what matters." He buried his face in my neck fur and I glanced up at Charlie, who was standing at the microphone, playing and watching his mate. I made pointed to James with my free paw and made a slashing gesture. The signal to cut it short. Charlie finished the next verse and ripped out an earsplitting solo to end the song before setting his guitar down and disappearing backstage. He reappeared a moment later, carrying a small glass full of a dark purple liquid. I could see the sadness in his eyes as he looked over the two of us, me holding James while he sniffled into my fur. As gently as I could, I detached James and he promptly latched onto his mate. Charlie handed him the drink, and I saw him throw back the contents of the glass in one gulp. Must have been some kind of liquor. Maybe even a syrup or something. "Thanks, Ricky," said Charlie, leading his mate backstage. I nodded at him. "What was that all about?" asked Alex. He didn't know Charlie and James the way I did. I told him the story that James himself had told me a few months ago. That he had been at a recording studio with Charlie and the band and had overdosed on cocaine. That he had been forced away from Charlie for years on end because of his controlling, narrow-minded parents. I saw a tear in his eyes at the conclusion of the story. I couldn't help but agree with how fucked up that situation had been. A few days after James had left, Charlie had called me and we'd hung out for several days back-to-back. It was depressing at that time, and still was, as a matter of fact. The mere mention of that period of time brings back some troubling emotions. "How about you and I go grab a drink?" I said to drag him back to reality. "I don't think I'm up for any more autographs." "Where? I don't know of any good places around here." "It's a bit far, but you know Fender's pub, right?" I asked. He nodded. It was difficult not to have heard of Fenders. Chaos Theory performed weekly gigs there for free drinks. "Your car or mine?" he asked. "What do you drive?" \\\* A few minutes later, I was standing next to an old 1940's Willies army jeep. It was an olive green with the top folded down and a manual gearshift sticking up out of the floor. The most surprising thing about it for me was the pristine condition it was in. There wasn't a spot of rust anywhere on the green steel body. The seats were still in perfect condition, as if they had never been used. Everything shone with fresh wax and polish and seat cleaner. It was all old school, except for the brand new stereo head unit and the pairs of speakers mounted behind the seats and in the footwells. It was a beautiful vehicle, and I kinda felt bad about how badly I was about to one up him, but that's how it works. We decide on cars after we see all of the options. So, I led him over to where I had parked my car. It was all by itself in the middle of a parking lot across the street. The beautiful blue and orange bodywork with black striping, the big number ninety seven on the side, the carbon fiber front lip and rear spoiler. It was an exact replica of my WPMS racing car, except that this one was actually street legal. Under the hood was the exact same engine and mechanical bits, down to the transmission and suspension. The outside was as close to the race car as I could have gotten it, except that the car had been raised about an inch and a half to accommodate the speed bumps in the city. The interior was pure Maserati, MC Stradale badges covering the dash, center console, and the headrests. The seven speed transmission was hooked to a pair of gleaming carbon fiber paddles behind the wheel, and all the trim pieces were carbon fiber, Alex whistled, clearly impressed. The car was beautiful and powerful, just like I wanted. I raised my eyebrow at him, asking him which car he wanted to take. He laughed. "This one, all the way! I love this thing!" I laughed as well and hit the unlock button on the fob. He slid into the leather bucket seat and buckled up the five point racing harnesses. I dropped into the driver's seat and slipped my feet into the footwell. I slotted the key into the ignition and turned it, keeping my foot on the brake. The engine came to life with a hard snarl, the supercharged Italian V8 barking out of the unbaffled exhaust. The tach needle jumped when I blipped the gas, sending a throaty roar from the tailpipes. Like I always did when it wasn't raining, I pressed down on the traction control button and held it until the dash indicator told me it had been disabled. I then put it in sport mode, which firmed up the suspension and sharpened the throttle response beyond what it already was. I lowered the windows and blipped the gas again. The supercharger kicked in with a whine, shaking the car. Alex was laughing in the passenger seat, loving how this car sounded. He couldn't wait for me to get it out on the road. "Damn, is this what you drive every day?" he asked. I nodded. I did have another car, a fully kitted out two door Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, but that was just for when I needed to tow something or felt like going off road. I slipped the dual-clutch seven speed into reverse and rolled backwards out of the parking space. I pulled the paddle and shifted into first with a sharp crackle from the exhaust and pulled away. \\\* Less than half an hour later, I slotted the car into a parking space at Fender's Pub and killed the engine. The motor let out one last growl before going silent as I tugged out the key and slipped the fob into my pocket. "Damn, that thing is fucking amazing!" Alex said. His headfur was windswept from the ride and he had this look of amazement on his face. "If you think that thing is quick, you'll have to try out the team race car. No supercharger, but it's faster." "Really?" I nodded. The WPMS car was a thing of tuning beauty. I'd worked with the team's tuning expert to develop a setup of camber, toe, damping, and all that other shit that would make the car corner as quickly as possible. We'd succeeded, and the result was an astounding 1.65 lateral G's at a hundred and twenty miles per hour. I never got enough of racing the thing. He was still shaking his head as we walked towards the pub. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the 1970 LS6 Chevelle that belonged to James. That meant that they were here too. I couldn't help but smile as I reached out a paw to take a hold of the door handle, and gave it a swift tug. I stepped inside with Alex, and I instantly noticed the two of them sitting at the bar. I went over to them and sat down with Alex on my other side. "Hey, guys," I called over. Charlie looked over at me and wagged his tail a little. "Somehow, I'm not all that surprised that you two came here," he said, ordering a new round of drinks from Mr. Fender. The older weasel pulled out a quartet of glasses and splashed some whiskey in them. He slid them down the bar with a flourish and we all intercepted our drinks. "Thanks, Mr. Fender," I said, raising my glass to him. "Don't mention it, Ricky. Who's your friend?" "This is Alex. We've known each other since high school, just like me and Charlie here." "Hard to believe that all four of you went to the same high school." "I know, right?" interjected Charlie. "It's like that shithole churned out nothing but dropouts and celebrities..." Behind him, I could see James sit up and grasp at his drink. He held it for a few moments, staring at the dark brown liquid inside the glass before raising it to his lips and throwing it back. I imitated him, the fiery whiskey burning a trail down my throat. I heard Alex cough as he did the same thing and I had to hide a slight grin. "James? You okay?" I asked him. He nodded. I saw him wipe his eyes once before turning back to me. "Thanks, Ricky." "Any time, man." I reached over and rested my paw on his hand for a moment. The next few hours passed with ease, the three furs bringing James back from his downer mood and generally cheering him up. With relish, he recounted the story of how he and Charlie had met, along with the bar fight that had ensued. With a smug look of pride on his face, he pointed out the dusty antler still nailed to the wall. "And there's your proof." "Damn, Charlie," I said, throwing back another shot of bourbon. "I wouldn't want to get on your bad side." He laughed. "That was nothing. Did you ever hear about what I did to Johnny Echo?" That perked my ears up. I hadn't heard about this one. "What's that about?" "He used to be a reporter for FMTV. Did you ever see that interview with him where James's parents came around, and his dad pulled a fucking gun on me?" I nodded. It had been played countless times on the local news for weeks after it had happened. Twitter servers had been overloaded. FMTV had rushed to put together a formal apology. Chaos Theory's sales had gone through the roof. "Well, the day after all that shit happened, me and the band had decided to go and start recording our first album together. Me, Cory, and Oz were inside setting up the guitars while Zack and the studio engineer had gone down to get the drums from the van. Not two minutes later, they ran back inside and slammed the door behind them, and they were freaking the fuck out. I pointed them out to Oz and Cory, and we went out there to check. Zack had a huge, beeding gash on his forehead, and they both looked exhausted. I asked them what was wrong, and they started screaming that it was that fucking douche bag, Echo. There were four of them outside by the van, apparently: The reporter, a bull, a stallion, and a wolf. They didn't have guns, but two of em' had bats and the other one had a knife." Charlie paused for a moment to light up a cigarette that James had offered him. He took a few puffs before he continued. "Then they started pounding on the door, right, and one of them, I'm not sure who, screams at us that they know we're in here and to come out and face them. I yelled back at him 'What the fuck do you want?' and I'm getting ready to do some ass kicking at that point. Then that asshole Johnny Echo starts getting smart with me. He starts telling me how he got fired and blacklisted right, and at one point, he asks me if I know what happened after our interview. I didn't know, and I was pretty fucked up, so I just blurted out, 'Did someone pull the knot out of your ass?'" That brought on a round of laughter from the four of us. "So we're all in there, right?" Charlie continues. "And we're laughing at him when he tells one of the other guys to kick open the door. So I wait until he's about to hit it to open it. The wolf was the one doing the kicking, and Oz just brings his foot up and sinks it right into his crotch before the fucker can even land. He whined like a little bitch at that and just fell right over. He dropped the bat and Oz got his paws on it. Then the other two thugs came in, and they look really pissed off." A small crowd had gathered around us as Charlie told his story. Fender refreshed our drinks, and waved away the money that James tried to offer him. James shrugged his shoulders and returned the wad of bills to his pocket, before swiveling around in his stool to face his mate as the story continued. "The bull charges me, right, and he's got this huge fucking combat knife in his hoof, hand, whatever the fucking thing's called. I dodge the first slash and back up a bit. He swings at me again and I duck. I almost trip on a folding chair that the producer had been sitting on and snatch it up and smack the knife away. My foot lands right in his gut, which gives me the opportunity to hit him upside the head with the chair. The guy's horn goes right through the chair and he tried to pull it off, but by then, I'm already on the fucker, punching him in the face and stomach. Then I grab the chair and throw his ass to the ground and kick his dumb ass in the face. Knocked his ass out, let me tell ya." Voices rumbled throughout the crowd. Charlie kept going. "Then Oz, who's been dealing with the stallion, dodges a swing from his bat and me and him box the guy in. Oz hits him in the chest with his bat, which cracks a few ribs, then hits him on the head and breaks the bat in half. He snatched up the other one and we both chase down that fucker Echo. He's running for his truck, right, and I flip the blade around so it's in the perfect throwing position. My dad, although an asshole and a fucking rapist, did manage to teach me something useful. So, I throw the knife and it sinks to the hilt in the back of his leg. He's already down, but I've had enough of this asshole trying to make us look like shit, so I go right up to him and knock his ass out cold. I called the paramedics so the fucker wouldn't die, but that's about it. The funny thing is that Oz's brother was the one that responded to it. We didn't tell him a few things, chief of which was me hitting Echo with the blade from twenty yards. But it was a good fight, and I definitely needed it. Besides, that bastard had it coming." I'm just sitting there, stunned at the end of that story. I'd had to kick a few asses before, but never anything like that. Charlie nearly choked on his beer as he suddenly remembered a few more details. "Oh, and before the cops showed up, Oz was a fucking genius. He went and snapped the discs that were in the security cameras." I laughed. For a speed junkie, Oz sure had street smarts. "That's not the end of it, but I'll tell you the rest later. I'm sure you saw Cory's burn scars, right?" Me and Alex nodded. They kinda were hard to miss, though we made a point not to stare. "Yeah, that happened after a tour promoter tried to have Oz's mansion burned down," said James. He yawned widely and I could tell he was getting tired. Fortunately, Charlie noticed as well. "Come on you, let's get home." he muttered. The two of them stood up and me and Alex said our farewells. I watched them until they were out of sight, the door swinging shut as they disappeared out into the cool, hazy night. After they were gone, I looked at Alex. "Your place or mine?" Once again, I'd like to extend my gratitude to MyOwnParasite for allowing me to use his characters. All lyrics in this song are the properties of their respective writers. Lyrics to American Saturday Night are copyrighted by Brad Paisley. Don't worry, Charlie and James will make a few other appearances in the story, so you won't see the last of them!
Tu Sei Belly Re-Uploaded by Kimberly Daylight	Tu Sei Bella By Kimberly Daylight Brad laughed along with the members of the audience from The Soup. It was his favorite show to watch and it always made him feel a little better. Joel McHale had just cracked a joke about Tyra Banks, who was always an easy target for the show. It was Friday night	[ "Cheerleaders", "Femboi", "Femboy", "Gay Pride", "Preview" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249526-tu-sei-belly-re-uploaded	Tu Sei Bella By Kimberly Daylight Brad laughed along with the members of the audience from The Soup. It was his favorite show to watch and it always made him feel a little better. Joel McHale had just cracked a joke about Tyra Banks, who was always an easy target for the show. It was Friday night and he was planning to go against his usual routine of partying on the weekends and stay in his dorm room, relaxing. He needed a weekend to himself since school had started not too long ago and with all of the homework and his new job, he was getting stressed out. That plan for his weekend all flew out the window when his cell phone started to ring. He looked around for it a bit, finding that he left it on the floor just in front of his bed. He answered and the voice of his best friend, Matt, came through the speaker. "Hey man. Are you doing anything tonight??" Matt asked. Brad rolled his eyes to himself and shot back, "No. And I'd really like to keep it that way." When he spoke he had a thick Italian accent. Which suggested that he was from Italy, which, of course, he was. His parents had decided to move to America when he was 12 and he had never fully lost his accent, although it was much heavier when he first moved. He would never forget Matt's first words to him. He had walked into homeroom and sat down next to him and greeted himself in the nicest way possible. Matt replied with, "Dude you sound like Mario." Matt groaned in protest, as Brad thought he would. He started speak again. "Come on Brad. It's not a party or anything like that. Honest. It's just a high school football game." Brad raised his eyebrows to himself. He liked the sound of that. In high school he was the star quarterback his Senior year and had been on the varsity football team as other various positions the 2 years before that. When he was choosing a college though, he had decided that he didn't want to go for football. His parents were furious by this decision because there were 3 colleges willing to give him a full ride and others that would give him various scholarships. But he had to play football. In his heart though, Brad wanted to go for Music Education and leave everything about football behind. He had to pay for college himself, but it was all worth it to him. Although he stopped playing football, he still wanted to keep up his physique. He was a good-looking wolf and he wanted to keep it that way. He was 6 feet and 4 inches tall, surprising because both of his parents were shorter Furs. Both under 6 feet. His mother had always said that he had gotten his height from his grandfather, although he never really knew. His grandfather had died before he was born. Along with being tall, he was very muscular. He never liked to seem cocky in front of others, but to himself he described himself as ripped. His arms were huge and he had a very defined 6 pack and pecs, with a single nipple ring pierced through his right nipple. The piercing had been one of those late night decisions that he made when he was really hammered one time, but at the same time he personally really liked it. In his 22 years his fur had stayed just about the same. It was jet black and thick, with a special sort of shine. But the shine didn't suggest that it was greasy, just soft. His eyes were a complete contrast to most everything else on him. They were blue. But not the soft or dull blue that you would usually see on people. These eyes were ice blue. An incredibly bright blue and they were definitely something that you couldn't pass by. They were very easy to notice. His friends joked about how you could get lost in them if you stared too much. Overall, he was possibly perfect. Since puberty had started, he'd had too many girlfriends to count. Although whenever he had one, he always felt empty. Like nothing that they could do would ever make him happy enough or fill that barren space he felt in his heart. He just felt that he was unlucky with love and had been single for 2 years now. It wasn't because he couldn't get anyone, he had been asked out countless times. Staying single was a personal choice that he wanted to live with. His mind was brought back into the moment and reality when Matt started to speak again. "So are you coming or not??" He asked, obviously impatient. Brad thought to himself for a moment and then asked back, "So... only a football game right?? Nothing else." Matt started to reassure his friend, feeling that he was on the verge of saying yes. "Totally man. No parties or anything like that. Just a football game." Brad thought some more and then suddenly came up with, "Wait man. Why are you even going to a high school football game anyway?? You're not dating a high school girl are you?? Do you know how messed up that is??" Matt laughed and answered back, "Fuck no dude. It's cause of Jessie." Brad was even more confused by this. He and Matt had been friends since 5th grade. He knew Jessie when the little Bunny was 4 and had seen him grow up and if there was one thing he knew about Jessie it was that he was gay and that kind of extremely feminine gay where you can just tell by looking at him. "Jessie??" He asked back, almost in disbelief. "He's not on the football team is he??" The only thing he heard back was Matt laughing loud and hard. He waited as Matt continued to laugh hysterically for about a minute until Brad tried to interrupt him and get him back to speaking. "Okay okay I get it. Jessie isn't on the football team. So then why are we going??" Matt still took a little bit to calm down and sighed to himself. "Well... I mean it's a little embarrassing. But... I guess you know how Jessie is." He took a deep breath, seeming to be preparing himself before he continued. "Jessie's a cheerleader this year." Brad smiled at the comical image his mind came up with of Jessie in a cheerleader's outfit. Matt continued to speak. "Mom, Dad, and I all agreed to be there at the games so he had people there to support him. You know?? But this week, they have to go to this stupid thing ice cream social thing for the church they go to and I'm left alone to go to the game and I mean, I don't want to be alone in like an entire sea of high school pups. So come on Brad. Please?? It's just this once. I just can't go alone to this thing." Brad thought about this compelling argument and gave in. "Okay. What time should I be there??" Matt had a cheery sound to his voice after that, knowing that he didn't have to suffer alone at the game. "Half an hour. Just meet at the high school. I'll be in the stands so call me when you get there. Thanks again man" They said goodbye and hung up. Brad smiled a bit, staring at the wall and thinking back to his high school days. After a few minutes he got up and looked in the mirror. He was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a white tee shirt. He hadn't brushed his fur that day that day so it looked a bit messy. He thought about brushing it, but then looked closer and thought about how sexy it made him look. Even if he wasn't going to date, he still wanted to look good. He stripped off his athletic shorts quickly, down to his black Calvin Kline boxer briefs. He grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on. To top it all off he grabbed a black hoodie jacket and pulled it on before getting a pair sneakers to pull over his socks. After checking his new appearance in the mirror and approving of it to himself, he grabbed his cell, keys, wallet, and a pack of mints. Mints had always been his favorite things to snack on. He looked like a pill popper with them at times, eating one after the other. He looked around his dorm. He needed something. Something to give to Jessie. He had always felt that he was like Jessie's second big brother, and from what he had seen of Matt, a better one. Over the years Brad would give Jessie little presents now and then. Jessie loved them and Brad thought that making the Cheerleading squad was important enough to give him one. Even if it was pretty gay. But of course, Jessie was gay. He couldn't really find anything around his dorm and it was starting to frustrate him. He took a mint out of the container and shook it after he did, realizing that the container was very close to being empty. "Perfect" He thought to himself. "I'll just go to Walgreen's before the game. I can get mints and a present there." So he hopped in his car and headed to the Walgreen's around the corner of the college campus. He ended up getting Jessie a little stuffed bear. It was purple and fuzzy. He'd learned from various gifts and because he'd spent so much time at their house that purple was Jessie's favorite color. He made it to the high school just in time, but was still a little late getting inside because parking was so bad and it took him forever to actually find a spot. When he finally found a parking spot, which was unfortunately 3 blocks or so away from the school, he got out his phone to call Matt and like magic, his phone started to ring. Of course, it was Matt. He answered it, laughing a bit and said, "Dude you are some kind of psychic. I just parked and was going to call you." Matt replied with an annoyed tone in his voice. He obviously didn't like that Brad was late. "Yea whatever. Now get over here. The game is starting." And with that he hung up, without even a goodbye. Brad just chuckled to himself at how annoyed his friend was. He got to the school in just a few minutes of walking and got to the door, where he had to pay 8 dollars to get in. A small price to pay for a fun night with Matt and Jessie.
Shadow and Light by Hikarishade	_This is more of a romance then a yiff story. The yiff isnt untill the end. Just a warning._ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was dusk, the world was slowly settling to that time just past sunset. The world was slowly turning to shades of purples and dusky grays and blues. It was at	[ "Gay Relationships", "Love", "M/M", "Romance" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10117-shadow-and-light	This is more of a romance then a yiff story. The yiff isnt untill the end. Just a warning. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ It was dusk, the world was slowly settling to that time just past sunset. The world was slowly turning to shades of purples and dusky grays and blues. It was at the edge of a large city, the world was calm, and things were settling into a sleepiness for the night. Only to be shattered with the baying of hounds. Not... normal... hounds. The hounds of the local Demon lord who was not happy about whatever his hounds were chasing. The figure stood on the edge of the woods, ears upward as he leaned against a tree, seemingly highly relaxed. He was curious as to who or what was being chased. The poor chasee, would be a shadow fox that seemed to melt in and out of the darkness as the lights leaving the city caught him. The fox looked malnourished, and out of shape, and wasn't doing a terribly good job of outrunning the hounds. He was obviously week from malnutrition, and was stumbling as he went. The figure relaxing against the tree perked up as he saw the strange creature stumbling through the darkness. He pushed away from the tree and would step out of its shelter just as the stumbling fox was about to trip over a root. Strong hand grasped his arms and a warm voice rumbled up. He was a wolf, large, but slender, a runner by the look of him. Strange fur, silver blue in color, most odd indeed. A white silver belly beneath. He was wearing casual jeans, and silk shirt. And there was a definite holy aura around the wolf. Piercing blue eyes watching the bedraggled shape. "Speak swiftly, for it is your life or your death that your answer decides. Do you wish to escape from that which hunts you, or are you cast of its own self, and a being of evil?" The fox blinked and started to look up, but the moment the midnight black face came to meet the first part of the wolf, the fox threw himself back, screeching in pain and covering his eyes. But he didn't stop too long to answer, and he scratched out his voice through the whimpers and groans of pain as he clutched at his eyes\* .... Bastard... said he'd... pay me.... with food... to sleep.....with him... he.. he lied.... \and the lithe form of the fox would continue to writhe in pain, clutching at the eyes that had been temporarily blinded. The entire fox's form was midnight black, and not badly built... aside from the obvious over-thinness and malnourishment The silver lined ears gave a faint twitch and the wolf frowned. "Answer... swiftly... Will you come with me and escape from Dalen, or shall I leave you to his hounds? There is a price, but it is far better then what those hounds will do to you" The baying was getting louder and louder with each passing moment. And it was about then that one of them burst from the brush some distance off and spied the fox. It looked like some sick minds cross between a greyhound, or Doberman and a snake or lizard, with eyes that were glowing with green fire. The fox scrambled towards the creature of light, cringing and shuddering as he covered his eyes with an arm, in quite obvious pain. But he managed to choke out the words, as he just wanted to get the hell out of there\ . .. Anything.. Anything, just don't leave me here..... Hands gripped the fox's arms and pulled him up. And suddenly the world was lost in thick, silver fog that rolled in like boiling smoke. Shrouding the world in a lost ghost world. The hound screamed in fury as its view of prey was lost. The fox was being pulled swiftly away by one arm. The other was pulling a handkerchief from a pocket and thrusting it at him. "Bind your eyes. I wont let you trip.... but my appearance seems to hurt you." The fox nodded his head numbly, and fumbled with the blindfold as he came along. It didn't help much, but it helped enough that he could lower his arms.. Though he still seemed unable to look upon the other\* .. T.. Th-thank you....Where.. Are we going? "To my home. Lord Dalen is my current assignment. Has been for the last several hundred years." The world was lost in the smoky fog. With every step the baying became fainter and fainter. The baying angrier and confused as the world obscured them from sight and scent. "Its not too far. And, as you so eloquently called him, the bastard, wouldn't dare set a claw past my borders." The fox was obviously more then slightly confused. but he nodded his head a bit, and just followed a long. As long as he wasn't going to get eaten by those... things... and he was going to be fed, he would be happy.... He sighed softly, and just let the wolf lead him along. He wasn't really certain what would happen, but he had no choice.. It was this or die The border would almost be tangible, a feeling of... warmth... peace... and the fog was suddenly gone, no. Not gone, it was still swirling past beyond some invisible wall. He would let the fox's arm go and step away. The normal night sounds had returned, a few night singing birds were singing somewhere, and the sound of water falling nearby reached ones ears. "Can you take the blindfold off without hurting yourself now? Slowly the fox would reach up, and pull the cloth from his eyes. He looked about with the rather lovely silver eyes, in shock at the beauty of the place surrounding him... But the moment he started to turn towards the wolf, and his aura, he had to wince and shrink away. The shadows almost seemed to reach towards the fox.. to beckon him.... Almost as if they were alive with his presence The wolf saw the reaction, and tried to dampen down his aura, there would always be leakage, it couldn't be helped being what he was, but he could try to make it less painful. They were currently in a garden. Peace permitted it, and there was a deer a few feet off eating some petunia's. The wolf regarded the smaller fox curiously. "Shadows? Ah... fear not... call them if you need, I do not use shadow... Now... why don't you walk with me... and tell me.. who, and what you are? The fox would slowly stand, the half fastened pants hanging very loosely on his hips... He didn't have a shirt on, so when he stood full to his height, the ribs would show quite obviously. He seemed to keep his head turned very decidedly away from the creature, barely able to stand to look in the same general direction as him\* ... M-my... my name is... Ghost... or at least that is what everyone calls me.... and... as far as I know.. I'm just a fox... The wolf tilted his head a bit and then started down the lightly graveled path through the gardens. "I highly doubt you are 'just' a fox. But.. that is for a later time. Alright Ghost, my name is Andrew. You said something about him lying... what was it he lied to you about?" The fox suddenly looked very uncomfortable, and shifted a little as they walked. But this person had saved his life, so he felt he should at least tell him what had happened\* .. he.. he promised me.. If I slept with him.. that he would give me food... And.. And did... But instead.. he released those.. those things on me... The wolf gave a faint snort. "Surely you knew that Lord Dalen has never once kept his word past him getting what he desired... Ah, unless you are not from here. Well... fear not... I will feed you, and clean you up, and not ask that you sleep with me..." The wolf gave a faint smile in the fox's direction as he walked down the gravel path. "But it will come at a cost..." The fox's ears flattened to him, and the shadows seemed to try and creep towards him a little more as he moved... The darkness almost reached for him as he passed, looking rather interesting\* ... What is this cost? The wolf considered for a few minutes as he turned around a corner of the path, a modest sized manor house coming into view. It wasn't too large, but it was by no means small. "Cooking, cleaning, minding the garden. It is not much to ask, and you do not have to stay if you do not wish, though I would advise against it at least for a few weeks as Lord Dalen will undoubtedly sending his pack patrolling the lands between us every moment for a while.. he gets quite upset when his toys escape." The fox wasn't in any hurry to get out of there\* ... W-well... Better working then dead..... This is really all you want? Just some... some help? Some chores done? \his cheeks almost seemed to darken, as he had always just been used for what people want and then paid in different ways as an afterthought\ ... N-no one... No one has wanted me... Just to work for them.... What's the catch? "Only catch is that I want you to look and find out what you yourself are Ghost.. you are far from a normal fox... foxes don't have shadows clinging after them like lovers arms reaching for them...." The wolf gave a faint smile and started towards the house. "Do you have any belongings somewhere that you need retrieved?" The fox would shake his head, and pull the half falling pants up to his hips once more\* .. Just.. m-my pants... \he almost seemed to have a stuttering problem. .It was actually a little cute at times... but the fox seemed very nervous, so it could be difficult for one to notice. He smiled a little as he saw the shadows reaching for them, and he reached his own hand out to touch them... causing them to reach to him a little more\ .. don't know... What I am.... Just.. A fox.... Th-the... The shadows.. The shadows always like me "And so that is the catch.. you must also find yourself while you stay with me. Who and what Ghost is... now.. come in.. I should have some clothes that would fit you better then that.... Or at least a belt you can use to keep them up..." The wolf stopped at the wide wood and glass doors and pulled out a key from around his neck. He unlocked it and held the door open for him. Inside was clean, neat. A stairway landing just in front of them, a small sitting area at its base, with a few doors leading off from them. "I will show you the wash room, you undoubtedly want to wash Dalen's filth from you... As I doubt he gave you even that ability... Ill give you a night shirt to wear for now until I can rummage up some regular clothes for you" He would tuck the key back into his shirt. The fox nodded gently, and would slowly follow him through the doorway. He was looking decidedly uneasy, but the thought of a bath did seem to brighten his spirits a little \* .. A.. A h-hot.. Bath? .... That. w-would.. be n-nice...." The wolf gave a soft smile and moved to the door just past the stairs and flipped on the light, gesturing for the fox to follow. The room was a large marble bathroom. The bath was along one entire wall, two steps leading up to it, and it then sunk down into the floor. The wolf started the water from three faucets around the tub and stood. "There's soaps in the cabinets to the right, towels on the left.. adjust the water to what you like. Ill get you some clothes and start something for you to eat." The fox actually gave a smile, and nodded his head gently. He didn't wait for the wolf to leave the room before he dropped the pants from his hips, and stood there in full naked glory. The fox was nothing to scoff at... He had a rather large sheath for a fox... Not quite the size of a wolf, but a little impressive for a fox. The fox instantly went to the water, and found the hot water tap, and would push it up a fair bit The wolf would politely avert his eyes, though undoubtedly noticed. He would quietly leave the room. He would leave the fox alone for several minutes before he returned. He set down a black silk nightshirt on the counter. "Is there anything else you need?" The fox seemed to be in his own little world as he was in the bath. Almost every single kind of soap that had been in the cabinet had been removed, and carefully placed next to the tub, a little of each having been used. The fox seemed to be in sheer bliss, as he was covered from head to toe in bubbles, the bubbles almost flooding over the top of the tub. The look of joy on the fox's face was comparable only with the innocence of pure joy and happiness The wolf chuckled softly watching the fox enjoying the bath and would pull out a towel or two to spread on the floor in the event of spilled water. And then left the room to start making something for the fox to eat. The fox could probably more then amuse himself until then. The fox would well indeed be able to keep himself amused until the wolf returned... He would finally be getting out of the tub, after what was easily almost an hour, and be rubbing his fur heavily. The water inside the tub was almost black, despite how much soap he had used... Obviously this poor little thing hadn't had a bath in a very long time... but despite how much color was in the tub, the fox's fur was still as ebony as it was before, if not more so now that it was not only wet, but also clean The wolf would return just about then, and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom. The scent of food had slowly been drifting through the house. "Do you need help brushing your fur out?" The fox blinked and looked up, finally realizing that the wolf had returned\* ... Oh.. Um... Y-yes.... I've never had a brush b-before...I.. I wouldn't... know how.. \the fox seemed to darken in the face a bit... a blush perhaps... But he would pull the towel over his form, and make certain to get himself as dry as he could The wolf gave a soft, rumbling chuckle and he pushed away from the door frame, pulling open a drawer and took out a few different types of grooming brushes. He then kicked down the lid of the toilet and sat down. "Well... Ill show you how then... You'll feel far better once all your fur is laying in the proper directions." The fox nodded gently, and moved towards the wolf. He had seen people be brushed, but had never actually had one of his own to use in his fur, so he kneeled down in front of the wolf, waiting to see what would happen. From head to toe, the fox was midnight black, hair and all.. The only color on him was the silver of his eyes, and the pink of his tongue. The wolf picked up the metal toothed grooming brush, made to get out all the dead fur that wouldn't have been washed out. And started working on the fox's chest. Pausing every so often to pull the dead fur out of the brush and throw it away in the trash. "You will feel much better after we have all your dead fur out of your coat... and your dinner needs to cook some anyway." The fox winced a little as he felt knots that he had not removed being pulled from his fur, and tangles being tugged out. The fox looked pretty scruffy, but would most definitely look quite lovely when the fur got all brushed out. The fox wouldn't complain however, and simply held himself still, wincing when something tugged a little harder then he would have liked The wolf was as gentle as he could be and would carefully groom the fox. Moving across his chest, shoulders, around his back and hips. He would have the fox stand and work along his thighs and legs, but avoided the fox's sex. Mostly as the metal toothed brush would not be comfortable there. And he would carefully work on the foxes tail, giving it special attention. Every so often, pulling the shed fur from the brush. Once he had that finished, he would take the soft bristled brush and start brushing his fur into the proper directions. "Why don't you tell me about yourself while I do this..." The fox blinked a little as he felt the soft brush, and actually began to murr softly, pressing towards it as he enjoyed the feel of it brushing through his fur and over his flesh\ ... Th-there isn't too m-much to tell... I'm eighteen as far as I can understand... I've never had any p-place to live... I've always j-just wandered....." "No parents? No friends? Well... what are your interests then? Can you read? Write?" The wolf would calmly continue to brush the little murring fox. His hands were gentle as the soft brush was meant not only to lay the fur in the proper direction but to gloss the fur as well, drawing out the natural oils of the skin and distributing them across the fur. He was cooing softly every so often, but he would continue as the wolf asked questions of him\* ... Never had friends... N-no family... Don't know what to be i-interested in.... Always just d-did what had to eat... "And what about reading? Writing?" He would finish the brushing, spending again a bit longer on the tail, and managed to keep his own deep murr out of his voice as he smoothed the now rather fluffy and soft. He would set the brush aside and hand the fox the soft, silk nightshirt to put on. Ghost smiled, and would carefully shimmy into the silk shirt, bowing his head gently towards the wolf\* .. T-thank you... And.. I've never learned.. to read or war-write..... They wouldn't t-take me" "Well that's just another thing we will have to remedy.... but that's for tomorrow... your undoubtedly tiered... and hungry... Lets take care of the hunger, and then I will show you to the room you can use.." The wolf stood and put away the brushes before moving out of the room, gesturing for the fox to follow. The fox nodded, and started to follow, but stopped after a moment. He quickly rushed back and picked up his pants, before he began to follow the wolf again. The pants were old, dirty, and very worn, but ghost seemed to clutch them to his chest like it was some kind of lifeline The wolf would watch the fox and only give a faint smile as he let the fox across the entryway into the next room, which was a large dining room, and a door past that into the kitchen. "Sit at the table..." There was a large wooden table, used normally for preparing food, chopping vegetables and meats and such. But right now it had a set of dining ware for two. The wolf moved over to the stove and pulled a chicken out from the oven. And oddly didn't even use a hot pad to pull it out, even though it was hot and steaming. "What kind of meat do you like? White or Dark?" The fox blinked a little, not seeming to really understand the question. What little meat he had ever had was all dark.. it was usually brown, and almost to the point of turning bad. So really, the confusion showed on the poor thing's features The wolf chuckled softly and shook his head and used a knife to cut the chicken first in half, and then to cut apart each basic part. "White meat, and dark meat... comes from different parts of the bird.... And each tastes subtly different from the other.. have different textures..." He brought over the carved bird and set it on the table, vegetables that had been cooked with the chicken roast being set beside it as well. "What would you like to drink? And don't wait on me.. go ahead and eat." He blinked at the other question just as confused as the first.. there was water to drink... Or rather it was the most palatable of choices that he knew of... Um.. W-water ... p-please? \he looked at the bird, and reached out with a hand, pulling at the bird a little. He seemed to be almost as heedless of the heat as the wolf, though the fox had to suck on his fingertips a little to cool them after he had put the meat down on the plate in front of him Andrew chuckled softly and went to the cupboard to pull out a glass, and poured the fox a glass of water, and added a few chunks of ice as well. "There you go..." And the wolf would sit down across from him and take only a single leg to chew on. "Eat your fill." At first the fox looked a little sheepish, and sipped at the water, to help his stomach fill. But the moment he put the small piece of white chicken meat into his mouth, the eyes of the young fox lit and went wide. He devoured the small piece, and instantly went back for more. The fox wouldn't retain himself just to the chicken however.. He would begin to eat the vegetables as well, and anything he could reach. He had been given permission to eat his fill, and he was starving, as his body showed. He would begin eating at a fevered pace, that only one who had not eaten in weeks would have The wolf contented himself with the single chicken leg, watching the fox stuff himself. "Don't eat too fast or you will get sick... but I am glad you like my cooking... Have you ever cooked before? I suppose not, but I am merely curious" The fox would shake his head at it, as he continued to stuff himself. He would slow a little at the warning, but still ate until he felt his belly filled... And that was when almost all of the food was gone. There was some left, but oddly, it seemed the fox had eaten more vegetables then meat... Strange that a carnivore would eat more vegetables then meat... But that is what had happened.. He almost seemed to not know what he was.. to not know what his body needed The wolf watched him quietly for the most part since his guest was busy eating and couldn't really talk. Once the fox seemed finished the wolf would start to clear tings away. "Well I suppose I shall have to show you much... You will have normal daily chores, but we will also dedicate a few hours in the afternoon to teach you to read and write. Now.. you must be tired. Would you like me to wash your pants for you so that you will have them in the morning?' He blinked and thought about that for a second...Washing the pants.. That sounded good to have clean clothes.... So the fox smiled and nodded gently, offering up the pants gingerly\ T-thank.. y-you..... The wolf would take the pants and lay them across his arm and then gestured for the fox to follow him. "Lets take you to your room so that you can sleep.. you must be exhausted after today..." His cheeks tinted a little, and he nodded his head. He half expected the wolf to take him into the room, and then try to have sex with him... It was the way he was used to things being. so when the wolf led him into the room, the fox instantly lifted up the night shirt, and got onto the bed, laying down and looking over his shoulder at the wolf, waiting to be used as was what he was accustomed to The wolf blinked and then gave a faint smile and shook his head. "No, Ghost... I told you, that I would not do that to you.... Sex is not a way for payment.. at least it shouldn't be.. It should be something shared between two who love each other. Now... you can put the nightshirt back on to sleep, or do so in the nude... Ill have your pants ready for you in the morning." He blinked and looked at the wolf with real confusion... This was not how things were done... This was... no.. this wasn't right. The fox now looked very, very confused, but nodded his head , and curled up onto the bed, looking very small against it, despite his size... He seemed to just be.. Well.. Scared and confused Andrew sighed softly and moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. "Ghost... don't be frightened... Its not that I would not be willing... but it is something I feel should be shared between lovers, not demanded as payment." The fox was obviously quite confused at this point\* .. B-but... Everyone... everyone else... T-they... they do it that w-way... The wolf sighed softly and shook his head as he gave the fox a gentle pat on the head. "Yes well... I am not everyone... the world has become a twisted place, and no one wants to love anymore. Now sleep, Ill turn off the light for you... you just rest." The fox nodded his head gently, and curled against the bed, but still seemed to be slightly frightened. Things were very different here from what he was used to.. not that it was a bad different.. But it would take great deal of getting used to for the poor fox Andrew stood and moved over to the light switch and turned it off, bathing the room in darkness, and carefully shut the door behind him. Once outside he sighed softly and shook his head before going to do a few menial chores of cleaning up and washing the fox's pants before he would retreated to his own room. The fox would find sleep, but at some point through the night, he would have taken the blanket and moved from the soft bed, to the hard floor, and seemed to be sleeping well there... And there, he would sleep until he was woken by the wolf The wolf would let him sleep himself out the next morning, and whenever the fox did wake there would be the scent of food waiting for him. And on the table beside the door were his pants, as well as a shirt, and a brush. The fox would eventually be out of the room, closer to the time of noon, as he had not been woken. And when he came out, he was brushed and clothed, and looking a fair bit happier. With his hips filling out a little from the previous night's meal, the fox was looking much better, and the pants were hanging on him a little better. Slowly the fox would peek out, and seemed to try to move quietly from shadow to shadow, doing everything in his power to avoid the sunlight The sound of the fox up and about alerted Andrew that his guest was awake. He would poke his head out of the library downstairs and tilted his head before he disappeared again, his voice raising up. "Your breakfast is in the kitchen... you remember how to get there I hope. When your done eating, join me in here please." The fox would gladly go to the kitchen and eat his meal, before the sound of him dodging in and out of things to keep from the light would mark his approach towards the library... but when the fox saw the amount of light flooding into the room, he whimpered softly and stopped beside the door The wolf was sitting at a table. The room was full of high windows to let in as much light as possible for reading. At the whimper the wolf looked up from the book he was reading and blinked, frowning at the fox's obvious reluctance. "What's wrong Ghost?" The fox shifted uneasily at the doorway, not wanting to go inside of the room with all the light inside\* ... too much light... Too much.. light hurt... .H-hurts ghost...... \he whimpered again, softly, wanting to go to the wolf as requested, but apparently unable to... He wasn't looking directly at the wolf as usual, but his reluctance was obvious on his face, as well as his discomfort Hmm? Light? Oh... ah yes... your bound to shadow.. sunlight would be uncomfortable, forgive me." He waved his hands and curtains started closing by themselves. Each window, one by one, being covered in the heavy draperies that probably hadden't been undone in a long time. But it would cut off the sunlight well. He blinked and watched the procession with amazement. He had seen minor magic's before, but this was not minor. With awe, the fox finally entered into the room, moving close to the wolf, but still keeping his gaze away from the wolf's form\ Y-you.. Wanted to .. s-see me? The wolf felt slightly uncomfortable with the fox always avoiding looking at him, but understood the reason why. "Yes... I have been trying to find some clue as to what you are, but there are so many types of things that are bound to shadow it is rather frustrating.... So I need help with it.. but to do that, I need you able to read... so that is what we are going to do, seeing as doing gardening in the sunlight seems out of the question." He nodded his head gently, agreeing very much on that thought\* You will t-teach me to r-read? \the fox slid down onto the floor in a sitting position, keeping his eyes averted from the bright creature, unable to look at him for the fact that he was born of light "Yes... but if my presence hurts you too much, I will see about finding one of the others that might be more tolerable to you... I am sure I could find a shadow born creature, or even a normal mortal teacher if you think you would preferred?" The wolf really did only want the fox comfortable. He shook his head.. He wasn't overly trusting of people, and he was having hard enough time trusting the wolf.. Though the wolf was making it easier\ ... No... Long as I don't l-look.. I'll b-be okay... "Why don't you get up off of the floor and take a chair then. The floor cannot be very comfortable... " Andrew smiled wryly and pulled out a few of the younger children's books. The simplest there were..." Do you at least know your alphabet?" He blushed a little, and nodded his head. Slowly the fox slid up into one of the chairs, looking a bit small in it, as his form was rather lithe. He thought about the words, and he would do the little rhyme he heard the children say, though he did get a few of the letters in the wrong "order" The wolf would tilt his head and gave a slow nod. "That is good enough I suppose.. you did get some of them flipped around... well... Now I shall show you what they look like, and what sounds they make..." The fox would seem to be a quick learner, as the letters were being taught to them.. He was after all quite old, and able to grasp them with a little encouragement. It would take probably a few hours, but he would eventually remember all of the letters by how to see them After that the wolf would be satisfied with today's progress and started to put things away. "Alright... That's enough for now... we still have a few hours before night falls... Why don't we go and I will show you how to cook a bit... " The wolf stood and looked to the fox. He blinked and nodded his head. He has never cooked, so this would be a whole new experience to him. Slowly the fox would stand, and carefully slid the chair back exactly where it had been before he had sat in it. He smiled, and would come up behind the wolf to follow him, keeping his eyes away, but seeming otherwise rather comfortable with the wolf's presence Andrew waited for the fox to pass him before he waved again, and the curtains once more tied themselves back, letting the late afternoon sunlight flood the library once more. He would then walk to the kitchen and then tilted his head considering. "We should make something simple for your first time... Is there anything you've ever seen or tasted that you would like to try and make? He didn't really know, and shook his head a little\* .. Best ever had... w-was last night.. When you made f-food for me... \he blushed again rather heavily, looking a bit awkward The wolf chuckled softly and shook his head before he moved over to the large walk in freezer and propped it open with a foot while he looked inside. He kept most of his meats frozen, as he did not eat often. He would then grab a rack of ribs from a meat hook and shut the door again, warming the meat just enough with his hands so that it was not frozen, merely cold. "Alright.. we will have ribs then... very simple... Sit down and watch." Ghost nodded his head and slid into a chair. The silver eyes watched Andrew's every motion intently, trying to keep his eyes on what the wolf would be doing.. He needed to learn, and this was how he did that It was a large rack of ribs, and the wolf would pull a clever from the block of cooking knives and started cutting the large piece of meat into smaller ones. "See? Cut between the bone... can you do that? I have to start the sauce" He blinked and nodded his head gently. Slowly he creeped over, and began to slowly slice through the meat with the knife the way Andrew had showed him. .. But the fox caught on very quickly, and started to chop through the ribs at quite an impressive pace, seeming to be good with a knife in his hand The wolf went to the cupboard and pulled out a few things and started to make up a barbeque sauce. Bringing all the ingredients to the table where the fox was cutting the ribs. "Now watch... this is how you make the sauce." And he would carefully measure out the ingredients, tell him what each was, and mix it together. The fox watched quite intently, never stopping cutting the meat. Amazingly, he seemed to be able to read where to cut just by the feel of the ribs in his hands, and the peripheral vision. He murred softly and watched the wolf make things, as he finished with the meat. Unfortunately as he got to the end, he accidentally clipped his finger, and he instantly yelped and shoved it up into his mouth, sucking on the blood.. but the small bit of blood that was left behind was not red, as normal fox blood.. It was a deep purple color, which spoke that he was definitely a shadow creature The wolf flicked his ears as he heard the fox yelp and he blinked. "Ah... hold on, Ill get something to take care of that... Go wash it off in the sink..." The wolf went to the sink himself only long enough to wash his own hands off and go to the small first aid kit that was kept under the sink. Thankfully, the cut wasn't too bad, and it was more just the shock of having cut into his finger that had made the poor young fox yelp. He continued to suck on his finger, waiting for Andrew to come back with the kit, though he wasn't certain what he was going to do. So he just sat there and sucked on the poor cut finger The wolf came back and sat down on a chair at the table and gestured for him to come over. "Let me see your finger." He put the kit down on the table and opened it up. The fox would slowly move over to the chair beside the wolf, and slide down. his finger slowly popped from his mouth, and was offered to the wolf. It was of course soaked in the fox's saliva, but it was there, for the wolf to examine, in all it's soggy goodness Andrew chuckled softly and shook his head as he took a bit of gauze from the kit and started to sponge off the soggy finger to see what damage there was. The fox blushed rather heavily, enough that the black cheeks took on a more rosy color. But the finger was held still, and the damage not all that bad. It wasn't a terribly deep cut, though it did continue to slowly ooze the purple blood from it as it was held Andrew would clean off the finger and then carefully put some antibiotic on it, and wrap the finger with a bandage. "There... that's better... now... lets get back to dinner hmm?" He smiled and let the fox's hand go as he turned his attention back to preparing the sauce. The fox didn't stop blushing, and held his hand up, looking at the bandage for a few moments. After a little while, he finally nodded his head and moved back to where Andrew had been preparing the sauce, and watched him, with a much higher intensity then before. Yes it hurt his eyes to look at Andrew's ands, but he would do so to learn.. and because he kind of liked this person Andrew would suddenly hand the bowel to Ghost. "Alright... stir it fast with the whisk..." And Andrew showed him how. "And I will heat the oven and get the pans out." Andrew smiled. He liked the fox, he was shy yes, and strange.. but it was good to have company again. Ghost nodded his head gently, blush still slightly present, as he started to stir the sauce properly. He would still watch Andrew, but with a little more attentiveness this time, and actually started to watch more of his form, though he was squinting quite a bit. He chuckled softly and turned to start heating the oven. He also took out a large pot of water and put it on top of the stove, turning on the gas to heat the water as well. Then pans came out, with racks to keep the meat from sitting in their juices as they cooked. "Alright.. you can stop stirring that... Now... take the ribs and put them on the racks.. then we get to slather on the sauce." Ghost would do as Andrew instructed, placing the ribs on the pan, and then painting them with the barbeque sauce. The fox began to murr softly as he watched it, and enjoyed the smell of it all. He knew this was all going to taste good Andrew smiled as the fox worked on the ribs and he went into the store room, to come out with a large basket of un shucked corn. He set it on the table and started to peel off the husks. "Once you've got all the ribs covered, just put them in the oven, carefully.. don't burn yourself. He would do so, very careful when he discovered how hot the oven got. He didn't use any gloves, but he slid it in as if he knew what he was doing, and then closed the door. Smiling, he moved over towards Andrew, and sat down, watching what he was doing curiously He handed an un shucked cob and chuckled softly. "You can help me shuck the corn... Grab the husk at this end, and the corn silk as well, and pull it back from the cob and toss it in the pile... " He would shuck the corn, as he was being showed, murring happily. He continued to shuck, until there was nothing left. He would watch Andrew take it and put it in the pot, keeping every motion under scrutiny, so he could learn how to... cook... Once the corn was in the pot he cleared off the husks, and brought out potatoes and two peelers, another pot of water getting pulled out and put on the stove. "Once last thing... then we just sit back and wait for it to finish..." He would take a potato and show the fox how to peel it, and warned to peel away from himself, not toward. He would do as instructed, and didn't seem to be too bad at it... he had some rather marvelous digit dexterity, and quite honestly it could be seen as sexually arousing, if one's mind was left to wander... but he seemed happy enough to just peel the potatoes and when the were all done, he cooed softly Andrew showed him how to cut the potato's to quarters to cook faster and then set a lid over the potato's and corn while they cooked. He chuckled softly and then moved back over to the fox. "Well we have about an hour, forty minutes before its ready... what would you like to do?" He shrugged his shoulders a little not certain to what they should do\ .. I do not know... I normally don't g-get to stay in one place l-long enough to do anything.... Andrew nodded slowly and leaned against the table, watching the fox through calm blue eyes. "Well... why don't you tell me what you know of your life... from your first memory until yesterday when I pulled you from Dalen's hounds" The fox would nod gently, and begin the tale as best he knew it. He would tell of how he did not remember much of his childhood... but since he was roughly the age of five as he can reckon it, he was always alone, and without a home. He would speak of doing many things for food... Most of them unspeakable acts of personal sacrifice... Giving of his body to those who did not deserve it... Those who used him and hurt him, and then fed him and threw him away... And this is how the tale would continue until the night he had just spent within this house Andrew would listen quietly to the tale and would offer no word of chastisement for his acts. He would nod here or there, but would otherwise stay silent. And when the fox was done speaking it would be about time for the food to be finished. Andrew would stand up and check on it, and turn off the heat on the corn and the started to drain the potato's. "Well I do not condemn you for what has happened to you... it was what you had to do to survive. And if you hadden't survived, well then I wouldn't now have your excellent company." The fox couldn't help but blush heavily, and nod his head softly. He smiled, and slowly stood up, watching Andrew as best as he could to learn this "cooking" that was being taught to him. He wanted to make certain that he would learn all of this, so he could become useful to Andrew.. so perhaps he could stay with this one who treated him so well... Andrew drained the potato's and then put them in a large bowel, and showed him how to add the butter, and just a little bit of milk to the potato's and then brought it over with the masher and showed him a few mashes in example before handing it over to him. "Ill drain the corn and pull out the ribs... you mash the potato's." He smiled and would do so, until they were a thick paste that it seemed all mashed potatoes were. Ghost seemed to be absolutely delighted to do this with Andrew, and continued to murr happily, albeit just slightly louder then before Andrew drained the corn and put them into a bowel, butter to the side to be used to taste, salt and pepper too... "The plates and silverware are in the cupboard and drawer over there.. get out a set for us.." He then pulled out the ribs and start putting them on a large plate. He would search through a few cupboards until he found the right one, and would set them all out as they needed to be for two people to dine. Then he would slide down to the space near the seat, his tail actually wagging gently as he waited for Andrew. Andrew would move over to the table and set down the platter before taking his seat opposite the fox. "Alright.... Go ahead and dig in.. there's more then enough for us... and probably some for a snack later on as well." He smiled and would begin to take what he felt he would eat. Once again it was more then a fox would normally eat, but not quite as much as the night previous, when he had damn near gorged himself Andrew was more moderate in his portions, leaving the bulk of it to the fox as he ate. He would lean back and chew absently at a bone. And once Ghost had seemed to taken the curb off of his hunger he would speak up. "Was there anything you wished to ask me? Ghost thought on that for some time, and the one question that came to mind more then any others was quite simple, and elegant in that simplicity\* ... If I am shadow bond... Are you... light bond? Andrew laughed softly and gave a small nod. "Yes... I am bound to the Light... To an extreme sense... to put it mildly." He chuckled and continued to chew on the bone. The fox thought about this, and it took some time for him to come up with his next question.. Though it was rather obvious that the fox was more intelligent then most might think\* .. What... W-what do you think I am? The wolf looked over the fox curiously and he sighed and gave a shrug. "I honestly don't know... There are so many things that can be shadow bound... from kitsune to simple shadow imps... " The wolf gave a shrug. "We will find out of course... but it might take a very long time to get it right." The fox would nod his head silently, and accept the answer for that. He had no other questions for that time, and so fell to silence, just sitting there, and looking a bit sheepish as he waited for the time to come that they might rest again Andrew chuckled softly and shook his head as he sat up and started to clear the dishes. "Do you know how to wash dishes?" Ghost would nod, and help Andrew with the dishes. This was something he did know, as others had made him do so as part of the payment for a meal. So it really didn't take all that long for them to get the dishes done, though when they were it was starting to get dark outside, and ghost let out a soft yawn Andrew gave a faint tilt to his head as the sun started to disappear and he chuckled softly. "Day has gone swiftly... we should start to turn your schedule from day to night... you can garden in the night, and it would be far better and healthier for you.... But not just yet, lets get your strength back first. Would you like to bathe again tonight or go right to bed? He grinned and nodded his head rather enthusiastically. He was a very shy, quiet thing for a fox... Most foxes were very outspoken, and quite obvious about what they wanted... but Ghost was actually quite quiet and shy... Very different... But not a bad thing. He smiled and practically bounced along behind Andrew, cooing happily Andrew laughed and shook his head. "Nodding isn't an answer to the question I asked... You want a bath, or bed first? Its entirely up to you.. and something I think you can do on your own tonight... I will be in the library if you need me though." He wanted a bath, so with the soft almost whisper that was the fox's quiet voice he spoke up with a merry tone in his voice\* .. I would l-like... a bath f-first.... I l-love.. .w-water... Andrew laughed softly and gestured for the fox to head to the bathroom. "Then go start a bath then Ghost... you know how to work the bath... If you want to talk or need something just call me" He nodded his head, and happily bounced off to the bathroom, and it was only a few moments before the squealing laughter, and happy sounds of the fox splashing and playing with the water as it filled the tub came out Andrew only smiled and chuckled as he moved into the library and started pulling out various books on shadow beings, starting up his quest for what exactly this fox was. It would be about an hour or so, before the fox finally peeked his head into the library, finally ready for bed. He was still slightly damp in a few places but for the most part was almost completely dry. He seemed to enjoy the water quite a bit... Well. that was an understatement. But all the same, he gently squeaked out towards Andrew\* ... I'm going sleep... G-goodnight... Andrew would look up from where he was reading, oddly, in the dark. The blue eyes reflecting silver in the dark. "Alright Ghost... if you need me I will be here, or you can knock on my door, its upstairs, third door down the hall." He smiled, and nodded happily, before he disappeared out of the door, and off to bed.. And nothing would be heard from him.. At least for a few hours. For the moment, he would sleep peacefully Andrew would spend a good portion of that time reading before he finally got up and went into his own room. Letting the house settle into silence for the evening. It would be deep into the night before the silence was broken by an ear shattering scream. It was most definitely the fox's as he screamed several times, in absolute horror and what could only be described as terror. It would easily echo through the entire house It would instantly have Andrew up in arms. His door flew open and the wolf burst into the fox's sleeping room, a hand on a sword hilt, that was for the moment still sheathed. His blue fur standing up on end as he searched with cold blue eyes for some intruder, trying to take in the entire scene to figure out what was going on. In the room would be nothing but an empty bed, and the small fox huddled up in a corner, screeching in horror, and sobbing in absolute fear. he seemed to be muttering repeatedly to himself in something that was most definitely mostly gibberish, but there were a few words.. like demon... and dreams... but it was pretty unintelligible He cursed sharply and his hands left the hilt of the sword as he rushed over to where the small fox was sobbing. Andrew's voice shushing softly as he tried to detangle the fox from the blankets. "Ghost, Ghost! Calm down.. its alright.. its Andrew... calm down.. It was a dream... a bad dream... " With the comfort of the wolf there, the fox would break into pure crying, pressing himself up against the wolf. Ghost continued to blubber things about demons, and the one he had escaped from coming for him in his dreams, and such other things. He was genuinely terrified.... Sadly much as a child who had gone through its first nightmare... But it was definitely just a nightmare, and the poor fox was absolutely terrified The wolf would wrap his arms around the smaller, slender fox and hold him against his chest as he tried to shush the crying, but not actually stopping it. Letting the fox cry himself out. Considering the horror of having a demon for a bed partner Andrew could understand the nightmares. And he simply held the fox and let his presence try and sooth the smaller ones fears. The fox had to keep his eyes tightly shut in Andrew's presence, but he most certainly didn't pull away. If anything, he just pushed himself tighter to the comforting presence of the wolf, and continued to cry. It wasn't too long.. Perhaps ten minutes.. Before finally the crying started to subside. The fox was still rather frightened, but wasn't sobbing his eyes out any longer Carefully Andrew would sit back a bit so that he could look at the fox, using a gentle hand would come up to wipe the tears from the fox's face. "There... nothing is here... Nothing is going to be getting you from here... Not as long as I am still able to move." The fox sniffled and rubbed at his eyes, but kept pressing towards the wolf, seeking the comfort he needed so badly at that moment\* ..d-don't... d-don't l-leave me.... p-p-please... "No.... I don't leave you right now.... But lets go back to the bed.... I don't fancy sleeping on the floor... " He moved slowly, carefully picking the fox up in his arms, blankets and all to go to the bed and gently lay the fox down. The fox would detach himself enough that they could lay down again, but the moment Andrew got into the bed, the fox was pressing himself up against the larger wolf frame, tucking his nose in along the side of the wolf's shoulder and neck, and cuddling himself as close as he could. It was a rather intimate position, but that almost seemed lost on the fox... That or it was exactly what he wanted.. It could be either one The wolf was only slightly taken aback, but would not take advantage of the situation. He simply held the poor frightened fox and gently smoothed the back of the small vulpine's head. Making soft, soothing noises in the back of his throat as he tried to calm the other male enough to sleep. The fox would still whimper and hic every once in a while, until finally he settled. After some time, he would nuzzle in closer to Andrew, and finally he began to sleep again. But this time, soon after the fox began to sleep, he started to murr softly Andrew would give a faint smile as he felt the fox fall asleep... but he would sweep the fore of the fox's mind, looking for any spider webbing of what might have been the demons actual touch. He didn't want the demon clutching to the fox. He was innocent of anything like that. There really wasn't much in there, except the sexual act they had shared. In the front of his memories, the fox had indeed gone to the demon willingly, but not expecting to be betrayed. The poor innocent fox's mind revealed him to be quite gay,and if Andrew continued to poke about, he would find that the fox was starting to come very attached to the wolf... A definite sentimental bond forming Andrew did not go deeply, just enough to make sure that there was no clinging mental trace from the demon. He would pick up a few images from the encounter, as they pertained from the demon, but after that he would carefully caress over the fox's mind to let it slip into a deeper sleep and he pulled his mind away. He would ten settle his own self down to sleep. The fox would actually sleep the rest of the night through, and this time would not be found on the floor this time would not be found on the floor in the morning. He would actually clutch to Andrew the entire night, and as far into the next morning as possible. But if Andrew found a way to detach himself from the young fox, it would wake him from his state of sleep Andrew would only patiently wait for the fox to sleep, though he would start to stir about halfway through the morning. The wolf turned his head so that his muzzle was pressed against the fox's ear. His voice rumbled softly against him. "Ghost... its time to wake up..." The fox grumbled a little, and tried to burry himself further against the wolf's larger form, crushing his entire body to him. There was little separating them, save whatever the wolf wore, and the silk nightshirt that Andrew had given him... So needless to say, it made for some interesting positioning Andrew was only wearing pajama bottoms. He had taken off the scabbard belt before he had laid down. So yes, it was definitely an interesting position. But the wolf tried to keep that out of his head and gently murmured closer to the fox's ear. "Ghost... wake up.... You need to eat breakfast..." At first there wasn't much response, but then there was.. well.. quite frankly, it was licking. The fox was gently lapping at the wolf's neck as he started to come out of his sleepy state, murring softly in return to the gentle probing's of the larger male Andrew caught himself from murring and laughed softly instead. Shifting himself a bit so he could try and squirm himself around to look at his sleepy guest. "Ghost.. that tickles... come on... wake up." Ghost's eyes were half open, as he was only half awake. But he was definitely aware of what he was doing, as he started to shift the licking towards the canine's cheeks, and slowly seemed to be migrating towards the ears. The very faintest of murring's could be hurt over the louder sounds of the licking, as the fox was actually enjoying this Andrew laughed a bit more and shifted slightly. The closeness of the fox would make trying to hide the slight growing hardness beneath the wolf's pajama bottoms hard, though he would try his best. He would turn his head slightly, trying to escape from the licking of the fox. "Ghost... I am fairly sure I am not in need of a bath..." Ghost only giggled softly, and continued licking along the wolf's features, until he reached the ear. The fox wasn't one to be easily dissuaded, and the wolf wasn't outright pushing him away, so of course he decided to continue. Catching one of the larger wolven ears, he gently started to suck on the tip, murring away happily the entire time Andrew laughed softly and tried to pull his ear away from the playful fox. His growing problem was becoming slightly more noticeable as he tried to shift himself away. "Ghost.... You don't have to be doing this... " It was a soft, gentle statement, with a hint of amusement.... and perhaps just a little bit of interest in it as well. The fox smiled, and finally let go of the ear. He would bring his face to the same level as that of the wolf's and give the wolf a soft knowing lick. He knew well he didn't need to... But need and desire are two very different things, and to prove this, he slowly slid down the wolf's body to the nicely defined pectorals, and would begin to tenderly lick at one of the soft pink nipples Andrew gave a soft, almost surprised gasp as the silver lined ears flicked upward. The small nipple instantly hardened at the touch of the vulpine's tongue. The wolfs hands came up to touch the sides of the fox's face. And the hardness in the pajama bottoms and was not able to be ignored any longer. "Gh-ghost.... " His voice had become a little horse, mostly with a slight, almost bemused, surprise. The fox smiled coyly, and lowered his head to the nipple. Gently, he wrapped his lips about it, and would suckle softly upon the hardened flesh, drawing his tongue in tender flicks across the small nub. The fox's tail began to slowly wave back and forth behind him... Almost seductively so Andrew moaned softly, gasping each time the fox flicked his tongue over the pink nub. His hands softly caressing the fox's face as he squirmed slightly. His own tail was giving a few faint wags, but nothing too much. But then again, when a wolf gets horny, they rarely were large tail waggers. If anything his tail was flattening against him behind him as he started to pant softly. Ghost murred softly, and after a few moments of this, began to gently kiss his way downwards. He knew what he was going for... and it was pretty obvious what the wolf wanted. He was used to servicing others... That was how it always was.. On the rare times he had actually laid with a woman he had managed to achieve an orgasm.. but usually he didn't with men.. but who knows... Perhaps this time would be different.. it felt different.. And in a good way Andrew was indeed enjoying it, but he was not certain that the fox wasn't doing this out of some obscure need to pay him back for things. So he would carefully stop the fox from his advance lower, despite how interested the wolf obviously was. "Ghost.... Look at me.... I don't want you to do this because you think you have too.... You heard what I said before... ' The fox smiled softly, and nodded his head. He nuzzled gently across the hands that held him back, speaking in the most gentle of whispers\* ... Ghost knows..... I w-want to... Because I... I l-like you... \he smiled, and slowly slid from the wolf's grip, moving down towards the cock again, his hands reaching out to gently caress over it with tender strokes through the fabric of the sleeping pants Andrew gasped softly as he felt the tender touches of the fox against the cock, already well out from its sheath, beneath the silk fabric of his pajama's. His ears flattening as he started to pant harder. "G-ghost... " There was nothing else he seemed to be able to say at the moment. His hands caressing over the foxes face and ears lightly. The fox grinned a little, and slowly undid the pants of the wolf's pajamas, and slid them down, taking any undergarments that might be there with it. But when the warm pink flesh of the wolf's cock was exposed, he grinned and leaned down. Slowly, the long vulpine tongue trailed from it's mouth, and drew slowly along the underside of the erect wolf cock Andrew moaned softly as he felt the tongue slide over his sex. Another inch or two slipped from the wolf sheath. He wasn't overly impressive in size really, but was average for a wolf. Being about seven inches or so in length. His hands caressed the fox's face as he panted faster. The fox wasn't about to draw this out unnecessarily, so slowly he sunk the male flesh deep into his mouth, murring around it, and causing his tongue to vibrate about the erect flesh. The fox's nose flared happily as he took in the scent of the male arousal. He began to slowly bob his head up and down, taking more and more of the wolf into his mouth as he did so, feeling the tip of his cock tickling at the back of his throat, and ignoring it The wolf's hips shifted against the vulpine mouth as it engulfed his cock. Feeling the heat wrap around him made him moan louder as he fought against the strong urge to thrust against the warmth that surrounded him. His hands caressed through the foxes fur, encouraging the fox to take more and more of his cock into his mouth, but never forcing more then the fox could handle. The wolf's blue eyes were slowly glazing over. The fox only murred louder, and began to bob his head more, taking the wolf down into his throat for long deep sucks, before he pulled back to get a breath, and start to do so again. He was rather good at it, considering he had done so all his life just to scratch out a meek living. As he sucked the tip down into his throat, his tongue would play across the sensitive underside of the cock, gently working it over with the strong pink muscle The wolf moaned and closed his eyes completely as he leaned his head back against the pillows. His hips were slowly starting to twitch, despite his efforts to keep from doing so. The cock was getting warmer, and was starting to throb slowly. Pearls of pre cum would begin to seep from the pointed lupine tip as his panting got faster and louder, mixing with the moans. His hands gripping the fox more firmly, and then relaxing again, not wanting to force anything, but unable to completely fight off the instinct to grab and fuck the fox's face. The fox continued to suck at the wolf's cock, only doing so harder as he felt the drops of pre into his throat. He continued to suckle Andrew's cock into his throat, swallowing heavily around the cock, causing the muscles of his throat to ripple around the tip, and massage much of the pre out of it as he could manage Andrew could feel himself swiftly reaching that point of no return as the fox so expertly sucked him. His lips pulled back and a growl started in his throat as his hips began to twitch with more force. But Andrew would force himself from just releasing, and a hand caressed the fox's face tenderly. "G-ghost... I-I'm going to cum... " His voice was rough, and harsh, but a note of tenderness as he wasn't about to just go without warning the fox.. The warning only sent the fox to a harder pace of suckling the wolf, pulling the flesh with his muscles all the more in the desire to have what the wolf contained.. He wanted the wolf's seed.. He wanted to taste it.. And he didn't plan to let it get away, as he sucked harder on the cock that filled his mouth The wolf couldn't stand it. Andrew's cock suddenly grew harder and the he gripped the wolf's head as he thrust his hip up against the fox's mouth. Grunting and growling as he felt his sex explode in the fox's mouth. His cock twitching as if alive as he let out a long howl. His hands gripping the fox's fur firmly as he arched his entire body into filling the younger males mouth. The fox only shifted himself a little, to at least get SOME air, as he drank the wolf's cum down hungrily, murring around the large thick cock. He quite gladly swallowed up every single pearly bead of cum that the wolf shot down his throat, enjoying it completely. Sure, Andrew was holding onto his head, but he had endured worse from others Andrew would release the foxes head the moment he tried to pull away. Even in the heat of passion he would do nothing to hurt the fox. It would be several long moments as the cock throbbed and then slowly he relaxed against the bed, panting heavily and moaning as he opened his eyes slowly to look at the young fox. Not really sure of what to say at the moment as his head was lost in this strange fuzziness of pleasure. Murring softly, the fox would lick the leftover cum from the wolf's form, and finally crawl up Andrew's body, murring softly.He would nuzzle himself up against the wolf, and murr happily, nuzzling himself into the wolf's form, despite the fact that his eyes were completely closed Andrew would wrap his arms around the slender fox's body, his eyes still blinking a bit in a daze as he was highly bemused. But he would turn the younger fox's head up, and very softly, and gently, brushed the fox's lips with his own. Almost tenitivly, but caringly. "Thank you Ghost... but were not finished..." Ghost nodded, and cooed softly. He hasn't really expected such, and slowly slid himself across Andrew's lap, fully intending to ride the wolf as long as he wanted... The wolf wasn't overly large, and Ghost had taken much larger up his tailpipe... So it really wasn't that bad, and he was going to enjoy it The wolf murred softly and placed his hands on his hips and gently moved it him from his hips, rolling with him so that it was him who was straddling the foxes hips. He shifted himself enough to kick off his half off pajama bottoms. Leaning down to gently kiss Ghost's lips. "No Ghost.... you have had enough of that... This is your turn..." He blinked, quite taken aback... No one male had ever tried to let Ghost enjoy this.. It was always about their pleasure. So when this happened, ghost numbly allowed himself to be manipulated, his cheeks turning to a dark crimson color beneath the ebony pelt Andrew caressed the vulpine's face, murring softly as he reached between them and began to caress the males sheath, leaning down to gently lick and kiss the blush on Ghost's face. "If you don't want to Ghost, you just have to tell me... but I want to return your favor... " His face was red, but he wasn't going to stop him. So ghost only nodded softly, with a rosy color on his cheek... Which soon came followed by an almost inaudible moan... And then a gentle coo, as his cock began to slowly slide itself free of the male flesh covering it. Ghost's light breath soon became a light panting, as he became aroused by a male.. No.. .but someone he cared for.... For the first time ever Andrew smiled as he watched Ghost slowly begin to relax, and enjoy himself. The wolf murred softly and continued to lick and nuzzle the fox, across his face, cheeks, and slowly to those adorable, large ears. His free hand caressing across the fox's neck and shoulders as the other felt the male flesh sliding free from its sheath, and wrapped his hands around it, slowly caressing it to draw forth more of it. Ghost gasped softly as he felt the hand about him, and murred loudly(for him) in happiness. Panting softly, he tried to lick back to the face that was giving such tender attention to his own, but he couldn't make all of the gentle laps of his tongue connect When Andrew felt the fox was as ready as he could be, he would bring the hand that had been stroking the male vulpine cock to his face and licked it. He tasted the fox's musky male scent on his hand, and he murred loudly, but he was licking his hand mostly to coat it in saliva... he would then grasp the cock again and stroke it a few times. He didn't have an lube handy, but he would make do. Only then would Andrew stop licking and nuzzling the fox as he lifted himself up and carefully positioned the fox at the tight puckered opening of his tail hole and slowly start to lower himself down on the vulpine cock. The fox's eyes opened wide, as he finally felt what it was like to be in the embrace of a male lover. As the tightness slid down over him, his entire form fell into heavy shuddering, and he moaned in sheer bliss. His entire form was shivering with the lust that was slowly filling the small fox.. Though the loud moan was the loudest sound he had ever made in the wolf's presence before.. Except the screaming of course The wolf bared his teeth as he slid down the males cock slowly. His muscles twitching against the cock as it tried to adjust to the size that was penetrating it. His ears flat, but he seemed to be enjoying it as well, as the wolf cock, which had retreated back into its sheath was slowly reemerging. And despite the discomfort, Ghost's moan only made him more determined and he wouldn't stop until his ass was flush against the vulpine's balls... and he would then hold himself there, panting heavily. The fox couldn't stop shivering and twitching in the pleasure that he had never known before. His entire form was in a constant state of shuddering with sheer bliss, as he simply couldn't believe the wolf was doing this. The pleasure running through his body was immense, and he most definitely wasn't about to do otherwise The wolf smiled a bit as he panted, watching Ghost's reaction and pleasure in this act. Slowly Andrew would start to work himself back and forth, grinding the males cock deep inside of him, and against that nerve cluster that was so enjoyable... Shivering he would move up and then down again. Starting slow, still letting his ass adjust to the size of the thing inside of it. But also because he wanted this to last... Ghost wasn't completely inexperienced in sex, and so thankfully wouldn't release too soon... But he panted and felt the wolf moving on him, and this only cause the fox's breathing to come harder, and illicit louder moans of ecstasy into the small room's confines Andrew would lean over his smaller lover and kiss him tenderly, licking and lapping at the fox's panting mouth as slowly be began to work his hips against the fox faster. His own sex was again hard, and glistening in the cool air, and Andrew would take one of Ghosts hands and wrap it around the lupine flesh. Each downward thrust of his hips against the fox's cock made him shudder, and his cock twitch. The fox didn't need much encouragement at that point, and he wrapped both hands around the wolf's cock, starting to caress it up and down in time with their thrusting. His breath was heavy, and most definitely pleasured, as every once in a while it was broken by soft moans The wolf moaned long and hot against the vulpine's ears as he felt the fox caressing his cock in time with his thrusts. It made him start to move just a little faster. His eyes closing as he blindly licked, nipped, and sucked at the fox's ears, face, and neck. His hands caressing along the fox's slender form. His cock was aching to release again, but he would hold himself back. He wanted to share this with his handsome lover, and he would begin to work his ass more firmly. The fox cried out softly in bliss, as he felt the wolf's ass clenching down around him, and the faster strokes of the anal ring along his form. Panting loudly, he knew that he couldn't last long, and began to stroke the wolf faster. The fox could feel his orgasm approaching, as he started to spurt pre up into the anal cavity of his lover Andrew could feel his lovers body tensing and relaxing in that way that only meant that his release would be soon... this only made Ghost pant harder and his own cock spurt pre cum on the fox's hands as he felt his own balls ache for their second release. But he couldn't, and wouldn't until he heard his younger lover's cries of pleasure. His pace again raising a notch as he bucked his hips down against the fox's, bouncing himself against the fox's cock, and riding it for all it was worth. The fox simply couldn't take it, and he clutched the wolf's cock perhaps just a bit too tightly... But he did grasp it tightly, as he moaned out in ecstasy, and released himself up into the anal canal of the wolven lover. Everything about the fox showed that this truly was the first orgasm he could actually enjoy Yes the grip of the fox was a bit tight, but even that wouldn't stop the wolf from howling and spunking all over the fox's hands, stomach, and chest as he felt the fox release. If anything it made it so much better as he knew how much Ghost was enjoying it. Pushing himself down hard on the cock as the fox released deep inside of his bowels. Andrew leaned down against him, his hips instinctually giving a few thrusts against the fox's hands, as he panted and moaned softly. The fox's grip quickly loosened, and let the wolf slide gently through his hands. Murring softly, he would start to lick at some of the thick spunk that was coating his fur, murring away happily. There was a look of actual, true happiness in the small fox's features... One previously unknown His cock would give a few last spurts before he collapsed against his lover, ignoring the fact that he was squishing his cum between the two of them. The fox's cock still inside of his ass he only wrapped his arms around Ghost and held him tighter. Moving his head to tenderly, and almost lovingly kiss the smaller fox. The fox was very inexperienced with kisses, and it showed in his nervous reluctance.. But as the kiss was held, he would relax more into it, finding this to be very pleasurable indeed Andrew didn't seem to mind the fox's inexperience with a kiss, and would only encourage his lover to enjoy it as he tenderly caressed Ghost's face as he kissed him. And then broke it off to look at the smaller fox. "Thank you Ghost... " Ghost only cooed softly, and nuzzled himself into the wolf, murring away happily. The fox's small voice gently squeaked out in return to the wolf\ ... th-thank you... it w-was... amazing... Andrew chuckled softly and would kiss the foxes nose before he slowly, and reluctantly pulled himself up. "We have lost what little we had of the morning... and I think we both need a bath before anything else. Ghost blushed, and gave the softest of giggles. He nodded his head knowingly, as they had indeed lost almost all of the morning, and would be needing to definitely clean themselves before they went ahead with things. So when the wolf was off of him, he slowly slid up and licked the wolf's cheek affectionately, murring happily as he stood up Andrew grinned as Ghost licked his cheek.... and suddenly scooped the fox up off of his feet and tossed him onto his shoulder. One well muscled arm holding the fox in place, while his free hand scratched at the base of the fox's tail, turning toward the bathroom and marching off with the fox. "Looks like I caught me a fox." The fox squeaked and giggled happily, gently flailing his legs just enough to make himself squirm, but not too much as to actually make him difficult to hold. The fox couldn't help but continue giggling happily, his tail flicking about from side to side in happiness The wolf marched on into the bathroom with his 'captive' securely in place on his shoulder. The fur pattern on the wolf's back was odd... but then again, a wolf with silver and blue fur was odd in and of itself. He flipped the fox off of his shoulder and set the fox onto the side of the tub and turned on the water. "You may wish to adjust it to a temperature you prefer." The fox giggled softly, and nodded his head. There was a new light in the silver eyes of the young shadow creature. He still couldn't look directly at Andrew, unless his eyes were closed, but otherwise he was perfectly happy... sure the fox could never truly look at his lover... but he could enjoy the presence none the less... Andrew didn't seem to mind that the fox couldn't directly look at him. It wasn't the first time. Though he did try to keep the holy Aura as minimized as possible in the fox's presence. He would go to the cupboard and pull out some of his own favorite soap and then slip into the bath as it was filling and add in some, to make a rather nice smelling bubble bath. The fox wouldn't make too many adjustments to the heat of the bath... Though he did make it hot for him, which was probably just warm for Andrew. He never stopped cooing however, and just enjoyed the time he was spending with Andrew after their little love session Andrew would sink into the bubble bath as it filled and watched the fox with a new curiosity in him. And a new interest as well. He seemed content, and he smiled a bit. "I am glad your so happy Ghost." Ghost closed his eyes and turned his face towards Andrew, cooing gently\* ... Ghost f-finally... has something to b-be happy about..... a-Andrew... makes g-ghost... happy.... Andrew reached out and pulled Ghost to him, settling him on this lap and wrapping his arms around him as he nuzzled the smaller vulpine's face, murring loudly as the water lapped around them and the bubbles tickled their fur. "Good... I may have known you only two days... but they have been the best two days I have had in a very very long time." The small fox murred happily, and nuzzled his face up into the wolf's neck. He had to keep his eyes tightly closed, or there would be much pain... But he had a bit of an idea on how to fix that... He carefully detached himself from Andrew, only long enough to find a thin hand towel, and he bound it about his eyes. In this fashion, he was able to look directly at Andrew, and see him in a way few others could. Cooing happily, he returned and nuzzled his face up into the warmth of Andrew's fur Andrew had an idea of how to fix it as well, but it would have to be something to do later. But this was good enough for now. He took an unused wash rag and tenderly started to wash the fox in his lap, murring loudly and he smiled tenderly. Ghost only cooed and pressed himself closer to the wolf, exposing his body one piece at a time for washing, so that he could remain in as much contact with the wolf as he could. The fox really was a sweet little thing... Adorably cute, and shy... and very affectionate... Andrew seemed only delighted at this game. Washing one piece at a time, though he reserved the fox's face for his tongue as he couldn't help but lick at it as he washed him. Always gentle and giving special attention to certain area's. "How is it, that no one has seen you Ghost... the real you.... " The fox just smiled that sweet little smile, and shrugged his shoulders gently\* ... Most people.. d-don't look in t-the g-gutter... \he smiled, and found a washcloth, and began to return the favor to Andrew, adding a new dimension to the game.. Washing the other without breaking much contact Andrew laughed softly and let the fox return the favor and bathe him as well. The soft blue eyes watching him as he tickled the fox here and there while he tried to wash him. "Well... I think the gutter gave me one of the most wonderful gifts I have ever been given." The fox would squeak and try to nip at the naughty hand that dared to tickle him.. but he just smiled, and kept going, enjoying the game as much as Andrew was.. But with the words, he would take a rather heavy blush onto his cheeks, cooing softly in the arms of his new lover Andrew pulled the washcloth from the fox's hands, he was clean enough, and simply pulled the fox closer to him, Murring loudly as he nuzzled his fox. A hand caressing his back as he enjoyed the closeness of his companion. And the warmth from the water. And his tail gave a few wags through the water. "We have much to do today... but I don't want to let you go." The fox nodded his head gently, and nuzzled himself up into her, cooing with absolute joy. He just liked being there with the wolf, not really caring about what else had to be done\ ... I l-like it... r-right here..... Andrew chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he nuzzled the fox. "Nor do I... but you have to eat, so you can gain your strength back and you need your next lesson in reading, so you can help me find out what exactly you are." He sighed softly, and nodded his head gently... Though still made no attempt to move. He was perfectly happy right where he was, and enjoyed feeling his lover's body pressed to him... He didn't even want to consider moving Andrew was making no immediate move either.. he just wanted to cuddle at the moment, and was doing so... and he was resisting the urge he had to start fucking his sweet little lover again. But no... he was going to be good as he tenderly licked the fox's face. Ghost seemed completely oblivious to the wolf desires, and just pressed himself closer to him, murring with the affection and happiness that was now filling places he had never before known were empty The wolf murred softly and caressed the fox's back slowly. His eyes half closing as he licked the fox's face. He wasn't making any move to get out of the bath, and only pulled the fox closer to him. He didn't want to talk either.. just wanted to hold the fox as close as possible. The fox murred happily, and pulled himself up to the wolf, gently licking at the underchin of Andrew's face. He enjoyed the presence of his lover, and was not about to do anything to detach himself from that
Ra's Army by TiranMaster	#4 of Ra's Rise (Finished) Ra's army grow's by the minute and the only person able to oppose him is left without a army of his own. Or is he? - Derek strummed his fingers on the driver's wheel; he had been stuck in traffic for an ungodly amount of time. "Holy shit people how long does it take you to	[ "Anubis", "Falcon", "Hypnosis", "Jackal", "Transformation", "brainwashing" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464429-ra-s-army	Derek strummed his fingers on the driver's wheel; he had been stuck in traffic for an ungodly amount of time. "Holy shit people how long does it take you to get into a fucking city?!" He laid into his horn hoping that it might somehow magically move the line of cars in front of him, but there was no such luck. Derek frowned and glanced at his watch, he had promised his boyfriend that he would be home before six but it was already six thirty. "Fuck!" He cussed violently and pushed his door open, "It's faster to walk then this shit." Derek had been rooming with his boyfriend Louis in Egypt for a year now; he had planned just to stay there for a few months so he could help out his aunt but he had soon met Louis in a coffee shop and they had quickly became friends. Not soon after that they became more than friends and Derek had decided to stay with Louis on a more permanent basis. Derek had been called out on a business call just the other day and had to stay overnight in a hotel paid for by the company, he had promised Louis that he would be back quickly but the traffic had astonished him. Derek muttered angrily to himself as he walked past cars to get into the city, "I guess I'll just have to pick up my car after this traffic jam disappears..." He muttered, as he drew near the city he noticed an odd group of people pulling people out of cars. Derek swore and slid over the trunk of a car beside him, "Those must be those terrorists that people have been talking about..." Derek thought to himself, in the past few days he had heard rumors of a terrorist group that had been making people go missing. Derek quickly ran while he was crouching past the group of terrorists, feeling daring he quickly popped his head to see them. His eyes widened as he saw that they all seemed to be dressed in bird costumes, he quickly ducked his head down again before one of them saw him. "So the terrorists are... furries?" Derek asked perplexed, one of the dressed terrorists heard a muttering sound and walked over to investigate the sound. Derek heard the approaching footsteps and ran forwards and hid behind a car, the terrorist glanced around to see if anybody was around and saw that no one was there. Derek wiped sweat off of his forehead and suddenly had a horrifying realization, "They were coming from the direction of the city! Oh god, I hope nothing bad has happened..." When he knew that no one saw him he sprinted towards the city praying that Louis was ok, as he ran past the cars he noticed that they all were absolutely empty. There was no sign of blood or a struggle; it was as if the inhabitants had come willingly. Derek finally came into the boundaries of the city and looked around; as he looked around he saw that no one was there. He frowned in horror, whoever these terrorists were they had somehow evacuated a whole city without the notice of the public. As he looked around he felt a panic starting to build in his chest, there was absolutely no sign of anybody. There was no trash littering the ground, no cars in the street. The whole town was completely empty, this fact in itself was frightening but the silence accompanying it was making it worse. "H... hello?!" Derek called out to see if anybody answered him, to his dismay nobody answered his calls. As he looked around he suddenly noticed an odd man sitting on a bench. He was just reading a newspaper; Derek rushed over to the man. "Hello sir?" The man looked up and smiled, "Ah so there are humans left here, I wasn't exactly sure if Ra had gotten all of you yet." Derek cocked his head in confusion, "What are you talking about? Where are all of the people, and better yet why are you reading a newspaper right here?!" The man perked his lips in an innocent look, "I love reading the comics, even in the middle of a good invasion you have to love every laugh you can get." Derek looked at the man incredulously, "Seriously? You are reading a newspaper in the middle of an invasion... wait a minute did you say invasion?" The man nodded his head, "You must've just gotten here if you haven't heard about the invasion. Believe me as of this morning everyone knew about it." Derek clutched his head in his hands, "Who's invading Egypt?!" The man pointed past Derek towards the local park, "He is." Derek turned around and saw a statue that hadn't been there a day ago. Derek slowly walked up to the statue and looked upon a flacon headed man, "Are you pulling my leg? There's no such thing as a bird headed man." The man stood up and smiled, "Oh believe me I'm telling you the truth, and now I'm going to tell you. You should leave right now, if you get captured by this man he will turn you into one of his pawns." Derek gritted his teeth in anger, "Who do you think you are bossing me around?!" The man suddenly took on an angry glint in his eyes, "I am Anubis and I expect for you to respect me you filthy human!" Derek took a few steps back; the man's voice had gotten so loud that he could hear it rebounding off of the city buildings. "Oh fresla... it looks like I lost my temper... well I think we should both be getting going now." Anubis picked up his newspaper and wove his hand to Derek, "Oh and what I was saying about leaving the city, I completely meant it. Do it now." He then walked away whistling a cheery tune. Derek waited until Anubis disappeared to run towards his hotel, "Whatever man I have a boyfriend to check in on..." As he ran through the city he noticed more and more of the statues of the mysterious man erected around the city, not only did he see those but he saw ones of another bird man. But this one like the ones outside of the city was completely dressed in a Falcon suit, he unlike the others had markings around his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?!" He practically screamed as he ran towards his house. As Derek got to his house he quickly pulled out his keys and fumbled with the lock, as he pushed the key in he feared what he might find. As he pushed the door in his jaw dropped, the house he shared with Louis was completely covered with pictures of the man that Anubis had shown him. "What... the... fuck?..." He gaped as he looked around; the pictures were all exactly the same. "L... Louis?... what is all of this?..." As he called out for his partner he received no answer, as he reached the center of their house he saw that the room was plastered with the pictures. As Derek looked around he could find no sign of his partner, after a couple of minutes of him calling out he knew that Louis wasn't in the house. He slowly walked dejected out of the house, as he did so he bumped into the chest of a man. "Pardon me..." He mumbled not thinking, but then he realized that should be no one in the streets. He looked up to find himself in the presence of one of the dressed men, "Oh shit!" Before he could get away his arm was grabbed by the Falcon man, "Let me go!" As he struggled to get away he realized that he wasn't strong enough to pull away, the falcon man started to drag Derek down the street. Before the pair could get very far the Falcon was attacked by a dog like man. "Holy shit!" Derek stumbled back in surprise, the dog like man looked down at him in mild irritation. "Didn't I tell you to get out of here? Why won't humans ever listen to anything I ever say, I tell them about the plague in England but noooo they don't believe me there either and look what happens to the lot of them, they all go off and start to die. Do humans just love trouble?" The last question as directed towards Derek who seemed to be having trouble forming coherent sentences, "Oh I'm sorry I forgot to go back into my human form, one second." The dog creature concentrated for a moment before turning into the man from earlier, "Better?" Derek gaped as he looked up at Anubis, "Are you really telling me that you... you're a god?" The man sarcastically claps his hands, "The man finally gets it through his head, yes I am Anubis the Egyptian god of death. Seriously I think you humans have a thicker head than my father and that's saying a lot." After helping Derek up Anubis sighed, "So why did you completely disregard my order?" Derek looked at the open door to his house, "My partner..." Anubis's mouth opened up in realization, "Oh... oh I'm so, so sorry. I should've realized, but I'm so sorry but he's probably one of them now." Derek's eyes filled with tears of rage, "Why is that guy taking over Egypt?!" He asked imploringly, Anubis looked sadly at the human. "It's because he believes that all of the Earth belongs to him." Derek wiped away his tears and looks at Anubis with determination, "How can I help you?" Anubis looks at him in surprise, "You can't I'm sorry." Derek glares at the god, "Bullshit! If this guy can turn people into birds then couldn't you just turn me into that dog thing that you were just a second ago?" Anubis took on a slightly offended look, "It's called a Jackal thank you very much, and yes I assume I could... but realize that once I do that you become a permanent member of my army." Derek thought it over for a moment then looked at the god with determination, "This asshole took away my boyfriend, I'm going to make him pay." Anubis nodded with a solemn look, "Alright I'm going to start, but just to let you know this might sting a bit." Derek clenched his eyes tightly together and felt a spark go through his body; he twitched violently as he felt his body suddenly expand. Derek looked down to see black fur sprouting from all over his body, he felt a prodding sensation from his butt and he looked down to see a tail growing out. "Well... that's new..." He muttered out loud, Derek suddenly winced as he felt his face extending out into a muzzle. He also went temporarily deaf as his ears transferred to the top of his head, as the changes finished up he looked down to see that he had grown at least four inches from the change. "Well Louis did say he liked taller men..." He said jokingly. Anubis looked up down his new soldier appraising him, "Alright well it looks like the change worked out well." Anubis glanced over Derek's shoulder and saw something that made his face turn serious, "Well it looks like you get to test out your new body right now." Derek looked behind him to see three men approaching them, two of the three he had seen around the city. The one in the lead was the Falcon headed man, beside him was what looked like the general. The third seemed familiar to Derek for some odd reason. "Ah there you are Anubis I was wondering where you were hiding this whole time, I don't believe I've gotten the chance to introduce you to my general Herep." The Falcon man with the markings on his face called out in response to his master's call, "Ra I see that you are as much of an asshole as ever." Anubis said in response, Ra's mouth took a dangerously low curve to it then he noticed Derek. "Ah a minion Anubis, I thought you said that you would never fight." Anubis glared at his fellow god, "That was before you declared war on the humans." Derek's eyes were focused on the falcon man standing next to Ra, "Oh I see you notice my newest recruit little Jackal, he truly is a good worshipper. It's why I let him follow me around." The bird called out in an immediately recognized voice, "All for you my master Ra." Derek called out in anger, "Louis!" Ra's eyes widened in surprise for a second, "Ah so you know my little birdy, well then don't let me get between the two of you." He looked down at the bird and took on a dangerous smile, "Go destroy that pup." The Falcon that had been Louis smiled and nodded and suddenly glared at Derek, "I shall kill you for my master." Derek gritted his teeth in dismay, "Please don't do this Louis." Louis started to run at him but then a blinding light suddenly filled Derek's vision, after a moment he found Anubis and himself in a random building. "Ah that was closer to Ra than I would've liked to been." Anubis muttered as he brushed off his suit, "Well now you know our enemy Derek. What do you think of him?" Derek wiped away a tear from his cheek, "I'm going to kill him." Anubis nodded solemnly and rubbed the Jackal's shoulder, "Don't you worry, if I can I will save Louis." Derek looked up and smiled at Anubis then he frowned, "How did you know my name?" Anubis took on an innocent look once again, "I might've read your brain while transforming you..." Derek growled in irritation at Anubis then he sighed, "So what do we do first Anubis?" Anubis once again went serious, "Our first step is to find more survivors and bring them to our side." Across the city Ra smacked his General Herep in rage, "How could you let my enemy get away Herep?!" Herep looked sheepishly at his master, "I'm so sorry master, I promise you it won't happen again." Ra nodded slowly, "You'd better... now come let us go, I must rest." The god with his two minions walked towards the center of the city where the God's throne rested.
TLOS Legend of the black dragon Chapter 1 Old journey, New mysteries by Marinus18	# The legend of Spyro # Legend of the black dragon # Chapter 1 Old journey, New mysteries "Uuurrg" Spyro moaned, slowly opening his eyes to look around. His groggy scan of his surroundings revealed that he was laying inside a valley that looked vaguely familiar to him. He could	[ "Cynder", "Dragon", "Spyro" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249546-tlos-legend-of-the-black-dragon-chapter-1-old-journey-new-mysteries	The legend of Spyro ========== Legend of the black dragon ========== Chapter 1 Old journey, New mysteries ========== "Uuurrg" Spyro moaned, slowly opening his eyes to look around. His groggy scan of his surroundings revealed that he was laying inside a valley that looked vaguely familiar to him. He could barely remember what had happened but he could feel his body ache all over. However slowly it then all started to come back to him: the battle with Malafor, the destruction of the world and his endeavour to save it. With his memories back in line he now saw that he was laying in the valley of Avalar. Recognising it by the green hills and high mountains that he and Cynder had all been in search of Meadow. "Cynder" Spyro now lifted his throbbing head and frantically looked around despite that he couldn't even stand up. Luckily he found her laying unconscious just a few metres away. Using what little strength he still had left he slowly scrambled to his feet his body screaming for him to lay back down. However he managed to crawl up to Cynder his body itching from the battle and slowly got to her. When he was standing over her he saw that she wasn't injured and looked like she was only asleep. Half because he was now assured that Cynder was fine but also because he just couldn't stand up anymore Spyro collapsed next to her sleeping body and feel unconscious again. After a few hours Cynder started to wake up and as she was just as dazed as the purple dragon was she looked around to figure out what had happened. She saw that Spyro was laying right beside her his side touching hers as it rose and fell. She smiled at the sight of him sleeping but being okay. She had no idea how they had escaped from the centre of the world but that didn't matter anymore. She and her love were safe now and could finally rest. She had finally been able to say to Spyro that she loved him and therefore she no longer had to hide it. Despite that her body was still very tired she was feeling full of life again and her having her beloved next to her made her feel totally happy. She pressed her lips softly against his sharing her joy with him. Spyro instantly woke up, jumped back and stood in his battle position ready for an non-existing attack. Cynder giggled as she was very amused and Spyro just looked away, feeling very embarrassed. After they both had woken up they started to talk about what had happened. Then they realized that they had won the war against Malafor for good now. They could hardly believe it. It was over! The pain, the sacrifice, the losses, the fighting, it was all gone now. "I can hardly believe it is over!" Spyro exclaimed. "We have beaten Malafor and the world is saved from his evil". Spyro looked towards Cynder as if expecting an answer from her. "Well I guess we go back to Warfang to inform the guardians of our victory" she suggested. "I agree" Spyro said" we have to tell them about the dark master... and... about... the fate of Ignitus" Spyro eyes darkened a little when he made the second point. Cynder wanted to comfort him but she had no idea how so she just kept silent about it. They started to walk back towards the dragon city of Warfang, enjoying the landscape and the peace they both fought so hard for. They decided not to fly but to walk the journey home not only because they were tired but also to prolong the journey. They wanted to be able to take in the moment and to enjoy there time together. But the peace and beauty was quickly interrupted when they saw a dead wyvern laying next to a broken tree (the wyverns where Malafor's Arial soldiers). Having seen death wyvern's by the thousands they dismissed it as a combat death and continued on their journey. However as they continued they quickly spotted another dead Wyvern and after that another one. The bodies of the death Wyvern laid everywhere on the landscape. There where hundreds of them! "Wow where did all these beasts come from?" Spyro asked. "Well I guess there must have been a pretty intense battle here" Cynder suggested. "yeah I guess so but come take a more closer look this one" Spyro said Cynder walked up to one and saw that the viscious blood of was running out of the multiple wounds of the beast. Indicating that it's heart was still pumping and it therefore it must still be alive. When they looked at some of the other wyverns they concluded most of them were alive or had died only moments before. Their mystery was solved by a loud shriek in the sky. "What was that!" Spyro gasped looking confusedly around. "Look there!!!!!" Cynder screamed. Spyro looked and was struck by what he saw. Just over the tree tops he was shocked to see the evil Cynder viciously fighting against a few dozen wyvern in the sky. "Cynder! but how!?" Spyro exclaimed looking to the side and luckily he saw Cynder still standing next to him in her teen form with a similar bewildered look on her face. The two dragons looked at the black dragoness battling the screaming beasts for what seemed like an eternity "but how can this be!" They where struck back to reality when the black dragoness clenched and it was then that they saw she was injured and looked very tired. At that moment a dozen wyvern's lunged at her and completely covered her and she fell towards the ground. "Spyro you've got to save her!" Cynder shrieked while she shot up in the sky to chase the remaining wyvern's away. Knowing what to do Spyro raced to save the black dragoness but he saw he was not going to make it in time. Thinking fast he shot an earth missile in front of him which exploded below the dragoness, stopping her fall for a second. This second was all that he needed and Spyro shot under the dragoness and she landed on top of him. "Ough!" Spyro exclaimed as he fell from his feet as the large adult dragoness fell on him. When Spyro crawled out from underneath the dragoness he was attacked by the wyvern that where blasted off of her when he shot his earth missile. He opened his mouth and unleashed an storm of electric energy at the shrieking beasts, completely incinerating them He looked up to see Cynder coming down after destroying the Wyvern's with her poison element "Who do you think she is?" Wondered Spyro. "I have no idea" said Cynder alighting next to him "but it doesn't really matter now. She needs help fast" Cynder gasped as she looked at the number of wounds covering the body of the black dragoness. "You go and treat her the best you can and I'll go and find some red crystals" Spyro said before rushing of into the woods. "Well guess I better get to work" Cynder thought. While using her shadow breath to numb some of the worst wounds. After a few minutes Spyro returned while carrying a dozen torn red crystals on his back held down by his wings. He put them down next to the black dragoness and walked up to Cynder. "How is she?" he asked. "I think she will be fine after we give her some red crystals" Cynder answered. "Alright" Spyro smashed a some of the torn crystals he brought and Cynder did the same. The shard of the smashed crystals magically flew up to the dragoness and into her wounds, healing them instantly. "Urg" the black dragoness moaned as she slowly started to wake up. "How are you doing?" Spyro asked slowly moving up to her. "Stay away from me!" the dragoness suddenly shrieked and lashed out with her tail blade with surprising speed. The blade was aimed at his heart but Spyro jumped back just in the nick of time and the blade cut his side instead leaving a large wound. Blood started to drip from the large cut on his shoulder. The black dragoness immediately leaped back in the sky with new energy as if her very life depended on it and before Cynder or Spyro had even realized what was happening she was already gone. "What was that about" asked Cynder who was looking the other direction and therefore missed what had happened "Well she woke up, lashed at me and flew off" Spyro answered. "That is very strange" Cynder said wondering what it could be about. "Spyro you are wounded!" Cynder exclaimed when she saw the large cut in his shoulder. "Don't worry about it Cynder" Spyro assured her. "We have been through worse and besides" , he nodded towards the pile of red crystals that was still laying just a few meters away, "We have plenty amount of healing crystals" next: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/249548/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/249548/user)
Play with fire by BrokenShard	Lyshira laughed as the squirrel walked off. Tamzen had actually worked up the courage to ask her out after seven years, now that they were in college together. But of course, he was rejected. She looked over her soft, velvety fur still laughing. 'There is no way he is man enough to handle me.' He	[ "Abuse", "Authority", "Bad Language", "Bunny", "Domination/Submission", "First Time", "M/F" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9783-play-with-fire	Lyshira laughed as the squirrel walked off. Tamzen had actually worked up the courage to ask her out after seven years, now that they were in college together. But of course, he was rejected. She looked over her soft, velvety fur still laughing. 'There is no way he is man enough to handle me.' He wasn't the only boy who she had turned away. Her long legs, silky soft pink fur and well endowed chest drew men to her. A cute giggle, the flutter of an eye lash and a wiggle of her fluffy tail made most turn to jelly. She sat back on her bench watching the rust colored squirrel leave with his tail drooping. He was wearing the same thing he always wore, a white button up shirt, and black pressed slacks. Over large circular glasses framed his face. No he would never be good enough for me. Slowly a wicked grin crept across her face. Surpressing another laugh her went off to class to tell her friends of her plan so they could watch. --- A cluster of girls snickered from their hiding place as Tamzen padded up to his locker, oblivious to them. As he opened it to put his books away a small pink envelope fell out. Bending the Squirrel picked it up and opened it pulling out a perfumed letter. -Big tree 8pm Friday night, see you there. Bun Bun- His eyes went wide with disbelief but he tucked he letter into his pocket anyway. When he was out of sight the girls giggled wildly. --- Tamzen paced in the darkness under the colleges big oak tree. "Hey there." A silky voice practically purred at him. He turned to see Lyshira strutting up to him. Her hips swayed and a small smile was spread across her full pouting lips. 'Fool wont know what hit him.' She walked right up to him standing close. When he took a step back, she took one forward. "Aw... don't be shy." She purred leaning forward a little, her breasts threatening to spill from her tiny black top. A chorus of laughter surrounded them as he realized what was going on. Backing against the tree sweat started to bead on his forehead as the circled around him so he couldn't escape. "I... will get you... for this..." he whispered, but it only made them laugh louder. The bunny ran her paws up her sided sighing deeply. "Couldn't handle this could you little boy?" She now stood over him as he pressed his back to the tree. Now to really get him. The girls giggled as she ran her paws along his chest slowly. "Lets get a good look at the weak little boy girls." She took a good grip on his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying off. A collective gasp came out of the crowd as his chest and stomach were revealed. His wiry frame was muscular and toned, his chest and abs covered in small scars. For a second he eyes locked with his and shuddered at the steel she saw in his gaze. With surprising strength his paw shot out grabbing her throat. 'What is he going to...' Voice harsh, he stared into her eyes as he stood up straight. "To far.... you have gone to far." He growled taking a step forward. One of the girls moved to block his path. He took a step towards her snarling. "Move. Now." He spat. The raccoon crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Or what little man?" A sharp crack was heard as he introduced her to the back of his paw. She cried out, crumpling to the grass. Looking at the bunny still in his grasp he sneered." Learn fast... or you will get worse." She cried as he drug her off by the neck. 'What have I done?' --- Tamzen threw her to the ground and turned to lock and bolt his dorm room door. Her eyes went wide as he turned towards her again. Chuckling darkly he watched her back into a corner. 'Please.... no.' He pulled the torn shirt off as he stalked towards her. Laughing he removed his belt and undid the top button of his slacks. "You wanted to see so bad... so look." She whimpered and covered her face with her paws. Instantly he made her regret it. He struck her shoulder with his belt growling at her. "I said look bitch!" Sobbing she lowered her paws and looked at him. "That's a good girl. Now since you insisted on undressing me, finish it." She shook her head and so he whipped her again. No... please don't make me. Don't let this happen... what have I done? As she hesitated his belt met her a third time. "When you are given an order, I expect you to do it right away, understood?" She sat there sobbing until he raised his arm again. Instantly her paws found his zipper and started to slide it down. "Much better." Tears ran down her cheeks as his slacks hell to the ground. No more, please no more... I'm sorry. He folded his arms waiting. "Now the boxers." "Please no!" She cried out. Without hesitation he struck her again. "Oh god! I'm so sorry! Please let me go!?" He growled and began to swing his arm back and forth. She curled up as his blows rained down on her shredding the soft fabric of her top. She sobbed trying to cover herself with her arms. "I'm so Sorry... so sorry... please let me go! I'm begging you!" Tamzen pulled his arm back and struck her back as hard as he could. She yelped as fur and flesh parted leaving a thin line of blood t trail down. "Now!" Crying she nodded. 'This isn't real... it can't be real.' Quickly she put her thumbs under the waistline of his boxers and slid them down, freeing his hardness. It pulsed in front of her, tip leaking a little. No... don't make me. He took a step forward, cock touching her cheek. "Suck it bitch." Whimpering she pulled back but he grabed her hair. Pulling her towards him, he bucked forward, pushing into her mouth. "That's a good little slut, suck me dry." She tried to protest, but he held her firm, bobbing her up and down on his dick. His grip tightened and he thrust forward, pushing into the back of her throat. As she gagged he looked down at her. "Am I man enough for you now?" Stepping back he pulled out of her mouth and she gasped for air. 'Please no more. Please let it be over.' But it was just beginning. He knelt down and pushed her back groping at her breasts. She gasped as he started to suck on one of her pink nipples. She gasped and squirmed as his flicking tongue made it grow hard. Whimpering she tried to push him away, but he held her down firmly as his free paw roamed her soft curves. "Your all Mine now." he said leaning up to suck on her neck. She gasped as the reality set in. 'I... I pushed him to far... He is going to rape me...' She whimpered louder trying not to moan as his roaming paw slid under her skirt. Pressing her legs together she tried in vain to stop him. She let out another gasp as he touched her center. His fingers rubbed against her panties in slow small circles. Shivering against his touch she tried to push him away. "You know you want this you dirty slut." He lifted his paw to his lips and licked a finger. "Mmmmmmm... see how wet you are?" He pressed his finger to her lips pushing it inside her mouth. Reluctantly she was forced to suck on her virginal juices. Almost panting her reached down and tore her skirt and panties away. As he held her down, her pressed the tip of his cock against her quivering petals. Bending close he whispered in one of her long ears. "I've wanted you for all these years... since I met you... I wanted you to be my first." Blinking in surprise Lyshira looked up at him. He... he's serious. Crying she opened herself to him. Shaking she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I..... was afraid..... I... still am...." He nodded and kissed her almost gently. "Good. Be afraid.... but be Mine." He replied pushing forward. She cried out as he took her, tearing a little. Slowly at first he pressed into her, but as pain turned to pleasure he went faster. 'Oh god... it feels so....' She clung to him wrapping her legs around his waist. He rammed deep inside her wet, tight pussy, his balls slippery with her juices slapping against her ass. Gasping she pulled him closer giving into him completely. "Fuck me.... please... make me yours..." He grinned widely and grabbed her waist. Flipping her over he slammed into from behind. She squealed with each thrust, pushing back against him, begging for more. "Oh god! Please... yeessssss.... more..." Grabbing her by the ears he pulled her head back. All at once he thrust his knot inside her. His large front teeth sunk into her neck as he began to spray inside her. Shuddering, her already tight walls squeezed down on him. As she rocked back against him, she clamped down milking every drop. Bucking and screaming she came, juices squirting out around his cock. The two of them lay there panting for a while covered in sweat. Catching some of his breath he asked her, "Are you ready to be Mine?" She blushed deeply in spite of what just happened. "I... Already am." He pulled out of her then, there love juices dripping, as he lifted her from the ground. Clinging to his chest, he carried her into his bedroom. 'Yes... yours... forever.' --- "Are you alright?" Cynthia asked when she saw Lyshira Monday. "Did he hurt you?" The raccoon gasped as Lyshira turned towards her blushing. A ring of steel shown brightly around her neck. "He didn't... do anything... I didn't want." Cynthia just stood there in shock rubbing her still bruised cheek. Barely above a whisper the bunny leaned forward, "He's more of a man then I could have ever dreamed for." With that she ran off to class, leaving the raccoon to wonder about what had happened. 'Maybe I could......'
When you have something to protect! by Foxgear	Hello all this is my first story for Yiff Star and I hope you like it because I love to write and this really speaks some of my really good imagination and I hope this will become a series thanks for the support!! The night was dark the moon was hidden behind the dense clouds and no noise could be	[ "Canine", "Fighting", "M/F", "Public", "Rape", "Relationships", "Romance", "Virgin", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51717-when-you-have-something-to-protect	Hello all this is my first story for Yiff Star and I hope you like it because I love to write and this really speaks some of my really good imagination and I hope this will become a series thanks for the support!! The night was dark the moon was hidden behind the dense clouds and no noise could be heard except a few clicks and knocks. But one place that was darker than the rest was the abandoned building in the basement. The floor was drenched in water from all the moisture but one thing was for sure there was something going on as a scream sounded in the darkness and in the distance there was a faint light. In the room as girl was being beaten and raped as she screamed into the hand of one of her captives. The girl was a husky and she cried as they beat and abused her and on the floor to the side of the room was a young husky about the age of sixteen as he tried to release himself from the ropes that binded him as the two wolves pushed themselves inside the poor girl as they released themselves inside her several times making the boy watch in horror as one of the wolves smiled and cussed at him. "Watch boy watch with the knowledge you can't save your date as we have our own little date with her body!" the first wolf said as he laughed as he again released himself inside the girls brutalized pussy. Several whines and yelps later they dropped the girl to the ground and let their seeds flow from her mixed with her blood. The second wolf, which was silent most of the time, nodded to the first as he pulled out a knife from his bag he placed on the side. He smiled as he bent over to the boy and cut his face from the right cheek to the area by the nose as he yelped with pain but the wolf wasn't done yet. "you get that boy for your weakness but your date" he said as he plunged the knife into her heart as she screamed filling the building with her shrieks. The boy screamed as the wolves laughed at the girl as her body shook for the last time before become still. He continued to scream as he jumped up in bed as he broke out in a cold sweat "The dream...again" he placed his hand over his eyes as he rubbed them.He got up and walked to the bathroom as he flipped on the light and looked at himself in the mirror he was very different from his dream his body was sculpted and well built and he was strong. He turned on the water and splashed himself with water as he took a deep breath and let it out. "Come on Gear get it together that was four years ago you're different now"Gear was his nickname his real name was Ruffert but he was always working out at the gym from the age of sixteen and all the men there said that he was like a machine always doing what needed to be done and got it done perfectly and so the name Gear just stuck and in reality he liked that name better made him sound tougher he was in his second year of collage and he kept his distance from the girl because he was still paranoid about what happened four years ago even if the girls at school were all falling for him wanting to become his girlfriend he just wasn't ready. He returned to his bed after getting a hold of himself and turning out the lights as he laid back down in his bed and on top of being well built he was working a well paying job as a auto mechanic and not to mention the underground fighting he did in his spare time to test his abilities. He then looked to his ceiling as he slowly fell asleep again wishing for the night to be over and allow him to work out the only real way he got to get rid of any worry he had. Ruffert woke the next morning as he sat up in bed and looked to the clock seeing it was only six he decided to still get up unable to sleep anymore he walked to the closet as he took out his sweat shirt and slipped it on when he walked to the door and grabbed his keys and his wallet as he opened the door and walked out for his morning jog. He began to run down the street as an old couple waved to him "Hey there young man...I say your out every morning like us but I swear I have never seen a young person get up this early just to run" The old dog said as Ruffert passed with a smile and a wave."They are always out here as well" he thought as he continued to run down the street. A couple of hours later he returned to his home drenched in sweat he then turned to close his door when he looked out to meet the eyes of his neighbor and friend Kim. Kim was a beautiful husky she was very slim but not too slim to be considered malnourished. "Hey there Gear how are you doing this morning...just coming back from your run I see" she said with a smile as she walked closer to him. "I'm fine and yea like always I'm back from my run but what about you Kim?" he said as he leaned against the door. "Well I can't complain any but I decided to get up a little early this morning to grab some breakfast uhh would you like to come?" she said as she crossed her legs in a attractive kind of way. Ruffert smiled but then dropped it "Uhh well I'm kind of busy today you know and well I have work to do before school but I'll see you in class alright" he said as he was a bit disappointed in himself for saying as he knew he liked Kim and he knew that she liked him but he wouldn't allow himself to love just yet. Kim sighed slightly "Of course I understand...rain check ok" she said with a smile as she turned around and walked back to her home and closed the door behind her not looking back as Ruffert closed the door as leaned on it from the other side. "God I really suck" he then walked into the living room and took off his sweat shirt and threw it into the dirty hamper as he removed his pants and underwear and then stretched some as he walked to the bathroom and started the shower thinking about several different things as he jumped in. "Why can't I just go over and say Kim I like you would you like to go out....that memory is whats holding me back I know it is." he then picked up the soap as he then pour some into his hand and began to scrub himself down as he massaged his arms and muscles as he washed himself as he let the suds run off his sculpted body. He let the water run all over him washing away the soap as he rubbed his head some then her used his hand to slick the water out of his eyes as he thought of Kim as he sighed and then lowered his hand to his slightly erected penis as he again sighed as he took a hold of his member and began to stroke it as it became more and more stiff. He then sat down in the tub as he looked over to the clock on the wall "I have plenty of time" He thought as he let out a slight moan as he began to rub himself harder and a bit faster. He moaned more and more as he began to buck up to meet his hand several times as he thought of several things as he began to move his hand faster as his climax began to rise to its limits. He then groaned as he thrusted up once more as he shot one huge shot of cum onto his stomach. A few more shots find their way to his stomach and his hand as he began to breath deeply and fast. He stood and again began to wash himself cleaning his seed from his body as he finished up and grabbed his towel after turning off the shower. He dried himself and looked at the time as he still had an hour and a half before having to head his class with Kim as he decided against going to have breakfast with her and instead sat down and had a bowl of cereal. Ruffert walked down the street towards the school, as he was a little less energetic today until he looked up to see a small group of girls coming right at him. "Hey your Ruffert right" the first girl said she was a fox. "You are him aren't you the one that works at the auto shop..I have to say you look so sexy when you have the oil stains on your shirt" the second said she was a Tiger. "I have heard your single am I right" said the third girl and she was a wolf which made him remember the incident for a second. "Well yea I am Ruffert and I do work at the auto shop and thanks and uhh I am single but right now ladies I have to go get to cla.." he was cut off as a arm wrapped around his neck. "Gear my man whats going on dude" this guy was a husky as well "Nothing Mike I was just walking to get to class" he was saying as Mike slapped his back "oh you liar you were hitting on these poor defenseless ladies weren't you" He said with a laugh "so ladies me and my friend here go to this club drop by tonight an meet us and we may buy you a drink alright?" he said with a wink and gave them the club card as he then tugged Ruffert to the other side then waved to the girls as they left. "Hey man I told you not to do that with out me!" Mike said "Your so full of yourself Mike you know that you get girls to come because you know they like me and you always hit on them hoping they will go out with you" Ruffert said as he walked along. "Man...You cut me deep just now...but you know its true HAHA" he laugh very loud as it began to embarrassed Ruffert as people began to stare. "But really Gear I got a fight lined up for you this guy is tough but I thin.... KNOW you can take him once you get into it...the only problem is that the fights in....forty minutes" Mike said as he pulled out his phone and began to make a call. "A fight now Mike seriously!" Ruffert became somewhat angry as Mike patted him "Come on what is one day of class?" he said as Ruffert smacked his hand away "One day its been like seventy times!!" Mike then stepped away "Fine I guess you don't want.... fifty grand" Ruffert stopped and then shook it off "Fifty grand are you serious?" he said as mike put the phone back into his pocket "Of course I only get you the best so how about it?" he said as a car pulled up as Ruffert closed his eyes then opened them with a nod. Twenty-five minutes later they arrive in an ally which there was one door being guarded by a really big guy as Mike and Ruffert exited the car and walked towards the door. Mike flashed something to the big guy and he stepped aside letting them in as they entered only to walk down a flight of stairs. Mike opened the door and let Ruffert in first as a loud roar of cheers came in a mad fury. Ruffert looked over to the opposite side of the room where a hug lion stood as he flipped Ruffert off. "That's my opponent isn't it?" he said as he looked him over "looks like he's hopped up on steroids" He said as he took off his shirt "listen man this guy has one hell of a left hook so watch out ok because if he hits you...you might be going down and remember anything goes here and just...be careful" Mike said as he took his shirt and as he did that the lion came up and grabbed Ruffert and began to squeeze with all his might. "This will be over quick I'll squeeze you in two!" The lion said as he began to squeeze harder as the match had started. Ruffert gasped for air as he began to elbow the lion in the face as he slowly busted his nose. The lion released Ruffert as he grabbed his nose cursing out of his ass as Ruffert began to cough and choke from the crushing squeeze. There was no time to rest as the lion had caught himself and then threw his deadly left hook hoping to end Ruffert quickly but Ruffert was to fast as he fell to the ground and then began to roll out of the way as he got back up. Ruffert faced the lion as he ran towards him throwing a punch but in the lions fury he became sloppy as Ruffert grabbed his arm and wrapped his free arm around the lion's neck as Ruffert yelled out lifting the heavy lion into the air just to fall backwards to slam the lion into one of the tables. Ruffert tried to get up but the lion rolled over and got on top of him as he began to choke Ruffert "Die just Die!!" the lion yelled as Ruffert couldn't shake him off and his vision began to blur "Come on Gear don't hold back you have to attack to win come one!" yelled Mike as Ruffert opened his eyes again and instead of trying to get his hands off his throat and thrusted a punch into the adam's apple of the lion as he coughed up blood after getting hit. In the time the lion lost his strength for a short period of time as Ruffert removed his hands from his throat as he got up leaving the lion choking. Ruffert looked away but then turned back to find that the lion's left hand came up and connected with Ruffert's face making him fall to the ground. The lion stood and yelled in what he though was victory and turned away but then Ruffert moved some and then stood himself as he spit blood. Ruffert looked at the blood and remembered the cut that he received from the wolf on that night on the same side where the lion hit him as Ruffert screamed and rushed the lion and gave a strong punch to his kidneys then turned him around and punched his broken nose as he smashed it into the lions face as his blood flew into the air. With that final punch the lion fell to the ground motionless as one of the men went over to check him as Mike checked Ruffert. "That's it he's dead his nose was smashed into his brain" The man said as he reached into his pocket and threw money onto the ground as the crowd roared again in cheers and began to throw money at him and Mike. Mike smiled and shook Ruffert as he began to pick up the money then giving back Ruffert's shirt continued to collect the money. Ruffert didn't really care anymore as he put his shirt back on and left the underground as he walked up the stairs. The guard let him pass without question as he seemed kind of scared him. Ruffert touched his face as he cringed as he pulled back his arm and then walked the road, as he was unaware at the time. Kim was really worried back at the apartment building because Ruffert didn't come to class and that he wasn't home. She was about to call the police as she heard a jingle. She opened the door to see Ruffert. "Ruffert where have you been I was really worried and you promised to meet me in class!" she said as she walked over and turned him around to his face was swollen as she gasped. "Ruffert what happened to you!" she said as she scanned his face "Nothing I'm fine I just need to sleep is all" he said to her as he turned away but found himself being pulled into her apartment. "I don't want to hear it I'm taking care of you and you can't say anything about it understand!" she yelled as she closed the door behind them and the thing was what could he say she was even a little more scarier than the lion he though as she sat him down on the couch. Kim came back with a bag of ice as Ruffert reached out to grab it only to find she was placing it herself as he blushed abit "you don't have to really I can manage" he said as Kim shook her head "no like I said you don't have a say in this I'm taking care of you and that's final!" she said as she pressed the ice bag on his face as he looked at her body some as she was only wearing some silk shorts and a T-shirt that he could plainly see down. Kim watched him as she took off the bag and checked the swollen place on his face "tell me what happened.....you know what never mind I don't need to know that but I need to know why do you always avoid me" she said as she removed the bag and looked at him. "I always try to show my affection for you but you never seem to notice" she said as her eyes became watery as Ruffert sighed "look Kim its not you its me" he said as he leaned back "when I was sixteen I had a date but then two wolves attacked us and took us down into a basement of an abandoned building and....they raped her right in front of me...and then they cut the left side of my cheek and then killed her...they stabbed her right through the heart killing her and leaving me to watch her bleed" he said as he placed his hand on his face hiding his eyes. "So that's why I have never gotten into another relationship because even though I'm strong now I still have doubts about if I can protect someone" he said as Kim touched his chin and pulled it to face her as she kissed him on the lips. Ruffert froze as she kissed him and when she pulled away he was still amazed "you don't have to fear anymore Ruffert I love you and your more than enough to fight off any enemies but you need to let the past live in the past and move on" She said as she kissed him again as she pulled away again and smiled slightly as Ruffert raised his hand to touch her face before leaning forward to kiss her again as she hugged him. "ha..ha...Ruffert take me...right here right...now please" Kim said as Ruffert nodded to her as she began to kiss him again while unbuttoning his pants as he slowly reached up and massaged her right breast as she began to blush and become warm as she looked down to see Ruffert was half erected already as she looked to him with another smile as she ripped off her T-shirt to show her bare breasts as Ruffert blushed more as he took hold of both of them. He then leaned forward and began to lick one of her nipples as he let his tongue lick the surface of her breast as she moaned as she began to rub his erected dick. Ruffert also began to breath heavily as she touched his manhood as she grabbed one of his hands and lowered it into her shorts and her panties as she gilded his fingers into her hot slit as she moaned out which made him harder. Ruffert watched, as he couldn't believe what was happening he was going to go all the way with Kim his good friend from across the hall. Kim moaned louder as Ruffert began to pull down her shorts and panties as he saw everything she had as she blushed "don't look at me like that" she said as she became wetter as he plunged his fingers into her as she moaned more. "It looks like your enjoying it Kim...because I know I am" he said as she smiled "This is my first time be gentle" she said as he laid her down on the couch as he dropped his pants "Its my first time as well and don't worry I would never hurt you" Ruffert said as he got on top of her as she held him. Ruffert took hold of his dick as he pushed the head on the lips of her pussy as she moaned as he slowly started to slip inside her. Kim whined some as his length slipped in her but then she gave a yelp as he push a little to soon. He pulled out some and looked down as she had a drip of blood coming out of her. "Are you ok I'm sorry we can stop" he said as she shook her head "No keep going today we both take each others virginity's" she smiled as she kissed him and let her tongue explore his mouth as he did the same as he again slipped inside her. Ruffert pulled from the kiss as he looked down as Kim did as well seeing how he was fully inside her "See there we are I am now your Ruffert" Kim said as she looked to him "Now start moving" she said as she braced herself as Ruffert began to move in and out of her taking in all the feeling of her pussy as it was slippery and soft but very tight as he pumped inside her as she screamed out. "What happened did I hurt you" Ruffert said in alarm as she looked to him "I came is all I'm sorry" she said as he smiled "don't worry I think that's great knowing that I can pleasure you" he said as they both smiled as he continued to pump into her as once more their lips met. Ruffert was very close to his own climax but he wanted Kim to feel as good as he could give before he came. Kim was whining with pleasure as her green eyes met his blue eyes when Ruffert pushed deep inside her. "Ruffert I want you to cum inside me please" she said with a moan "but won't you get pregnant?" he asked as she shook her head "I'm on a safe month...ha...I'm still far from my time to get pregnant" she said as he smiled and began to push faster and faster into her. "I'm Going To CUM again!!" she said as her body began to tighten up "Me to Kim I'm going to cum!!!" he said as he bucked much faster. This was it the time was now that both their climaxes reached their limits as they both began to Whine until you both shouted "I"M CUMMING!!!". Kim began to shake with pleasure as Ruffert exploded inside her shooting his cum then he ever had before by himself as he strained himself as he loved this feeling. After a few minutes of shakes and moans Ruffert fell forward on top of Kim as he fell to her side as his used dick slipped out of her as she shook once more. Ruffert's seed and some of Kim's blood leaked out of her slit as she turned and hugged up to Ruffert who was breathing very hard. He looked to her as she rubbed his chest. "you have made me very happy Ruffert thank you so much" she said as she slowly fell asleep by his side. Ruffert looked to the ceiling and smiled "I finally beat my past...I will protect her...Kim...your my everything...and thank you for breaking my soul and mind free" he thought as he kissed her forehead as she slept. Ruffert began to fall asleep as well as he wished to stay with Kim forever. The next morning Ruffert woke as he had his shorts on once more as he looked around "did I just dream it...I guess I just fell asleep here" he thought as he sighed. But then in came Kim "Good morning my love" she said as she jumped on his lap and gave him a kiss. Ruffert was surprised but then smiled and laughed as she kissed him. "What...What...What is it why are you laughing?!?!" Kim said as Ruffert kissed her back "Because I thought last night was a dream and you just proved it was real...and I thank you Kim...I love you" he said as he hugged her. Kim was surprised "your welcome Ruffert...maybe now you won't be so uptight" she laughed as he did. "only for today because you know me being uptight is what makes me...me" he said as he held her and she held him as they stayed there for a long period of time. Unaware that there future together was just starting! (Well that's it I hope you all liked the first story and there will be several to follow I hope you all will give me a good rating and hope you will make it a favorite!! THANKS!!! And until next time! I hope all the corrections are ok))
The Last Of The Minotaur: Part 1 The Meeting by Vassago	Disclaimer- Warning this story contains homosexual acts between a minor and an adult anthro. Sooooo... You must be 18/21 to read or be accompanied by an adult. (Yeah right) "MOST" of the people and events in this story are fictional (their identities have been altered for privacy reasons and no	[ "Anal", "Bad Language", "Compassion", "Cub", "Cuddling", "Deep Penetration", "Human", "Love", "M/M", "Mild Abuse" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10119-the-last-of-the-minotaur-part-1-the-meeting	Disclaimer- Warning this story contains homosexual acts between a minor and an adult anthro. Sooooo... You must be 18/21 to read or be accompanied by an adult. (Yeah right) "MOST" of the people and events in this story are fictional (their identities have been altered for privacy reasons and no matter what never punch a hole in a window its not worth it). . Note from author- Read and Enjoy my first story. Thank you THE LAST OF THE MINOTAUR CHAPTER 1- THE MEETING On a searing hot day of 42 degrees Celsius, the entire grade nine class awaits the bus outside the of the Transprovincial bus station of Toronto that would shuttle them to Hells Maw Cave a.k.a the Minotaur's Labyrinth for hours of spelunking. Every face looking in a different direction, guessing and hoping for the bus to arrive soon and give them shelter from the U.V rays. Already signs of sun burn were appearing on peoples exposed skin, and everybody was annoyed that the teachers dined in the station while everybody else roasted. "Hey wait up Jake"! "What"? "You are going to fast for me again". "Back off Mike". "Just please don't go so fast". (Mike is not really my friend he just sticks close to avoid bullying) Oooooo'k here is the scoop, our teachers are taking us spelunking, but are making us do most of the work which pisses me right off, and because they are living high on the hog in the diner I went to make a (unsuccessful) stand , and if you are wondering who I am, my name is Jake Anderson I'm 15, a kick boxer, 5'11/2 , 167 lb, have a natural tan, and have a sour attitude towards teachers but am otherwise very serious or very sarcastic, I wear contact lenses which give my piercing green eyes a reptilian look. "I wonder how deep the vertical mine shaft in the cave is", mused Mike. "97 meters deep": My best friend Chelsea yelled over the racket of the of the other grade nines who spotted the bus and then sighing with disappointment at the state of the poor machine and were now waiting in line to be engulfed by the air conditioning of the bus. "How do you remember stuff like that? And hear like that"; he added under his breath. "Because it's what one needs to be successful and not be so narrow minded toward video games, oh and I spend a lot of time in the woods, it sharpens the senses"; she whispered into Mikes ear. "What"?! He yelled. "PFFT, oh just never mind"; She replied with a hint of annoyance. I took one last look at the sign that screamed "TRANSPROVINCIAL BUS STATION" And could not help wondering who would be stupid enough to make such a retarded sign... "OOOOOH GAUD"! I gasped as I entered into the "UNaircondishoned" bus. "Wooooo"! Chelsea exclaimed as she entered to. Looking to the left the only thing I saw was disappointed, hot faces and lots of shredded leather chairs, I don't even want to describe the decades of grime sticking to the roof. Looking over to the right I saw Mike, feet propped up on the chair in front of his and warming up to one of all the teachers who had the liberty to take all the seats with working mini air conditioning units and filling the others chairs that had a.c. with equipment. "That teachers pet, that little user I'll"... Chelsea growled under her breath until she noticed my clenched fists cracking. "Don't even think about Jake". "Well what am I to do and what were you going to do. I argued. "Something less physical", she argued back. "Ugh"! I moaned as I sat in a vacant seat, Chelsea sat beside me. "Well today could be worse". She said to me. "Well let me see what already happened already", I said before she could say anything else. "First I punch a hole in a window and have to pay for it, I tripped... The old bus started up with a grinding screech and we were off. Aaannnd; I continued, knocked over a teacher "Ouch" Chelsea muttered. "I then said the c word in the gym and some teacher over exaggerated the whole thing to the principle. The only reason I'm aloud to come is because they intend to torcher us". "Well try and have a good time anyw... Oh look at that", she giggled. I looked to where she was pointing and felt aroused seeing two male horses mating (weird huh?). "What"?, Mike screamed leaping on top of me and kicking my face (73.4% of my scull is titanium reinforced with nano tubes which protected my scull from the onslaught) only to miss what we were looking at. "Oh": he sighed going back to a snickering teacher while my blood presser rose and flowed out of my nostrils. "I can't believe the teachers let him get away with these things", Chelsea snarled as she examined my cuts (the kicks I could handle but not when he wears steel toed boots always trying to look tough). I sighed in pain then explained to her, "Most of the teachers at St. Gerard's high school have some a case of mental psychosis, ever since the economy crumbled no body cared who got what job". "But shouldn't"... "But nothing, that hadn't mattered to the school board for 6 years". "2006"? "Yes", I replied in a tone signaling the end of the conversation. "We're here", our home room teacher Ms. Beatroot cried in her most unholy and sing song voice yet (a women of about 50, gray hair in bun, tall, skinny, dull/blank copper colored eyes and a thin lipped always smiling food processing unit) 6 hours later, waking me from a dream of women with spinning horse tails humping female horses ears only to discover that I had heat stroke! Opening up my eyes, I yond and closed them almost instantly. "Ah", I groaned wearily. "What the matter my dear", Ms. Pulaski our teacher assistant asked". "I got heat stroke", I moaned trying to keep lunch down. "Tut tut tut, that excuse won't work on me", she replied getting out of the bus over to where I could just see Mathew, Nathan, and Rachel struggling to unload the heavy equipment from the side compartments. As if remembering something she ran back to me, "Dear sweet Jake would you please help the poor meek babies unload things unless you are one too"... Not giving her a chance to say anymore, I ran out of the bus to where they were. "Hey guys... and gals", I said with forced cheeriness trying to anger the teach... creature in the bus and trying almost unsuccessfully to keep my cookies where they belong which made me wonder why I attempted to bow to Rachel in this state. "Yeah-like-what-ever, she shot back in a snooty I don't care voice. Like I don't even know why we are going to explore a 6 gazillion year old labyrinth which is home to a centaur and made by the Egyptians". "Actually; Nathan our 9 or 12 year old history professor class mate responded, the labyrinth is part of Greek myth and was built to house the Minotaur, a creature with the plain body of a man and the head of a bul"... "Yeah what-ever", she shot back, and for no reason at all Mathew the mouth (no explanation required) butted in and escalated the neutral conversation into an argument. "What a bunch of butt heads", I muttered and took the time to scan the landscape. Trees, Trees, Some more trees, humid, bugs, and no mountain with the exception of a tall pile of gravel towards to west, and speaking of gravel Lots Of It Everywhere! Looking to the east with the setting sun to my back I saw Chelsea Working the ropes that we would use to stick together in the dark. "So where is this cave"? I asked a passing Mr. Humble (whom I met a few days ago and hated instantly) our cave guide who jus arrived in his truck. "Right ere measle", and walked away; "Measle"?, oh well I thought to myself and walked to where he was pointing, and if it weren't for Chelsea pulling me back I would have fell into Hells Maw. "Whoa I think he did that on purpose", I said calmly to myself and gazed into the sandy depression in which resided the entrance to Hells Maw Cave. "That was close"! Gasped Chelsea. "Well I think I know how this place got its name", "How"? "Simple, a guy fell into the hole aaannd... never mind it doesn't make much sense anymore". "Okay", she replied slapping a mosquito on her neck noticing my playful mocking stare at one of her almost never mistakes. "HOY"! Mr. Humble screamed in his phony Cajon accent. "Gathair wound we are eading into da cave so sick with may. We'll be speanding the night in the caves soo go to tha batzoom now... and make ur that you ave all your ffood an supplies icluding you flash torches. AANY QUESTIONS? He yelled in an unnecessarily loud voice. Es you over thair". Me and Chelsea left not giving a damn. "Whydowehavetogotothebathroomnowandwhereandsecondarewegoingtothemineshaftwherethemassacreoccurred"? Mathew asked running all the words together. Most of the class didn't understand most of it but Humble did. "Irst I doint wan't you stenching up thee night with yune stench annd yees we are going to the mine shoft. Lets oove out. He yelled even though none of us were ready yet". "This place is gnarly", I groaned half an hour later. Looking around with my helmet mounted flashlight I took in every detail of the melted wax looking cave. The some spell seemed to have taken hold of Chelsea, because she wouldn't stop stopping me to look at this and that. "Whoa...cool", I heard someone yell up a the front of the line. "Come on lets catch up", Chelsea said with barely suppressed energy. "After you my lady, "Yee ha"... "STOP"! Yelled Ms. Beatroot, come here you two she demanded in her sing song voice. We obeyed. "Look right there". As I turned my head to look where she was pointing and where everybody else was looking I saw the mine shaft! I sighed seeing that it was only a crooked hole nearly 300 ft deep where some prospectors were dim-mindedly searching for some non existent gold and were killed mysteriously 68 years ago. "Not much is it... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh"! I screamed as I slipped on a something that someone dropped causing me to fall leaving the students behind confused and horror stricken that I fell. During that time thinking that this was the most Fucked up and disorienting day ever. "FUCK YOU", I shouted as my last farewell to Ms. Beatroot, Ms. Pulaski and the other unmentioned teacher, "FUCK YOU,FUCK YOU, FUCKYOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK"..."CRACK!... WHOA... HELLO... shouldn't I be dead", I asked out loud after a few minutes which seemed like hours staring into eternal blackness. I felt around looking for my helmet which flew off my head, not moving just in case I was injured... duh there no chance that I am not.. "oh there you are"... I suddenly hears rustling beside me and... did something just slither right from under me?... click... "nooo"?... "nooottthhhing"?..."ooooo"; I heard something moan, so I sat up and swiveled my torso to the source on my right... did I just wet my self? Looking down, my black nylon tank top was all wet and.... "AAAAA"!!!! for a second I thought I could see right through me but actually I was staring at a hole that was closed but went right through me "AAAAAAA"! But there was no pain. "OOOOOO", I turned again to the source and this time I saw what it was and barely suppressed a scream as I gazed at a Minotaur trying to stand. I couldn't force my self come to turns with what was going on, then one last piercing scream so found its way into my throat as it opened it incomprehensible and stunning eyes that burned into my heart and soul. Feeling the life literally drain away from me I tried to turn away but caught sight of one blood stained horn... how nice! I thought deliriously as I died. "Oooohhh". "Where am I"? No answer came as I opened my eyes. Am I dead? No one answered. Looking around I found that I was in some sort of egg shaped cavern, the walls were covered in strange pictures and carvings. I sat up and turned to the wall to my left where a huge mantle with exotic markings, designs and a large fireplace with the bust of Venus on the top of the mantle. The room was dimly lit by 5 or 7 torches ringed around the cavern burning a disturbing blue. Looking down I saw that I was laying on a large king sized x2 bed with silky thin but warm sheets. I also saw an angry red scar on my chest where the hole had been... "Where are my clothes"? I asked myself. "Beside you", a rough, strong but young voice to my right replied. "Uuuugh". I choked as I slowly turned that direction remembering what had happened the last time, then caught my breath as I grazed upon a most beautiful creature, (minus the life sucking eyes) and to my surprise found very attractive. The Minotaur unlike the stories had a body covered from muzzle to cloven hoof in course curly but straight navy blue hair; it had a simple cloth like silver loin cloth covering only the front, an overly long lion's tail, and the legs went like this. The upper leg went forwards and at the knee it bent backwards then went forwards again like an elites leg. The hooves were so black and shiny they were hard to look at. The eyes were toned down but no less incredible hiding an eternal wisdom, intellect, and suppressed sorrowful loneliness, and aside from the eyes the most prominent thing was that he was about 9 feet tall . "Who are you"? I croaked weakly. "My name is Draconis" the minotaur replied. "Thats not very Greek", I thought to my self. Hell I didn't even know any Greek names. "Where am I!, where did my heat stroke go?, and why am I not dead!?... And why the fuck am I naked"! I demanded, but then maybe this guy was the one who killed the miners which made me skitish. The minotaur smiled, "you are in the lair of the minotaur" he replied and continued: "The reason you are not dead is because I revived you before your soul passed on, and for the process to work you had to be naked in order to heal and recover your soul". "So why were you sucking my soul and isn't this supposed to be in Greece"? I growled dangerously. "It was not my fault, like most humans I have trouble controlling my emotions and powers and it is expressed through my eyes in devastating ways, and no the labyrinth was built in Greece but mysteriously leads here". "Ok sooooo"... and as quick as lightning I bolted to the small entrance at the point of the egg shaped cavern. "Gack"!! I exclaimed as I felt a pressure around my neck as someone gently but firmly was choking me. I fell to the ground naked and struggling to stand again. "Sorry but I can't let you go just yet", said the minotaur still holding me. "why... can't... HUUUUUH". I gasped as the pressure around my necked lessened but still held firm. "Why can't you let me go"? I whimpered feeling more helpless than I ever felt. "I can't let other people know of my existence as I am the last of my kind and I believe you know what would happen to me if I was discovered". "But you can trust me". "Yes I could but I am still cautious of your kind no matter who you are". He bent down and picked me up like a baby, I quickly smashed my metallic skull against his and the only reaction was an emotionally hurt expression from him and a sore bleeding forehead as he carried me back to the bed, I sniffled and found that his fur smelt of ash and a forest before a rain storm. I couldn't help feeling like a child again in the protection of a parents arms. He laid me down gently and released the last of the pressure on my neck before walking around the bed and laying down beside me. "I am truly sorry for hurting you", he said empathetically staring me in the eyes. "But I must keep you here for I while to make sure that you don't try and expose me" he said as he affectionately rubbed his soft muzzle against my forehead and wrapped a heavily muscular arm around my waist. "Why are you that last of your kind", I asked strangely feeling myself warm up to him instantly. He sighed, spilling his breath which smelt of a pine tree across my face. "We were hunted out of jealousy, because of our superior powers to that of man. We are powerful but man outnumbered us and one by one we fell". "But what is this about a woman who had a minotaur as a baby and had it imprisoned in the labyrinth"? "That was me, my father mated with her before the day of his death and after I was born, I was immediately imprisoned in the labyrinth for eternity". "Didn't some guy come and kill you"? I asked as I shifted position. "No, he couldn't defeat me and I didn't have the heart to kill a man with the amount of honor surrounding him, so we struck a deal, he could cut the horns off my head as proof of my destruction and I would telepathically make the princess whom he loved love him if he managed to kill the king who imprisoned me". He sighed again before continuing: "It was painful mentally and physically to lose my horns and they're still not done growing back". "Oh", I muttered feeling foolish for asking too many questions and head butting him. Glancing up at his slightly too small horns then down quickly at his loin cloth, I felt myself aroused as spotted a bump which I presumed was a sheath. "UH, OH", I thought as he caught me staring at his pelvic area. But tried and failed to make it seem like he didn't notice, and one more quick glance down proved this as I observed the long bump growing longer and swelling. "I am not trying to scare or offend you but I find you very attractive", he breathed. "To answer his question I tried to wrap my right arm around his arm and allowing my hand to drift towards his swelling genitals. He stiffened, and I felt ashamed as if I did something wrong but felt relieved as he relaxed again then spoke: "I feel the desire to mate with you but it feels sinful and wrong". "I do not want to ruin your relationship with your god". "How do you know"? I asked feeling embarrassed. "You wore a cross necklace and a bible with a hand free book light". "How do you know what they are, where is my cross necklace, and what where you doing in my stuff"? "I wasn't in your stuff (I could feel his penis sliding out of its sheath against the loin cloth and against my leg) it was scattered everywhere and your cross is here, he said tilting his head slightly and untying it from the base of his left horn and it was then that I noticed to he had an indigo mohawk going down his back and fountaining in every direction. "Here you go"... he suddenly stopped as 48 inches of penis slipped out of his loin cloth. Words couldn't begin to describe the amount of shame one would see in his eyes. "I I I I"... He stuttered. "Its ok I said reaching out with one of my hands and brought his head towards me and drew him into a long passionate kiss rubbing his penis against my legs and pelvic region. When I released he looked different but I couldn't put my finger on it. I slowly got up as my heat stroke began to reappear as a throbbing headache and crawled over him. "Are you sure you want to do this". He asked me which was a little weird. Before anything else could be said he got onto his hands and knees as I stood up on the bed and placed my 9 inch hardened penis at the entrance of his puckered anus. Brushing his flicking tail away allowing my hand to drag across his rump I suddenly got an urge that I could not control and hammered my rock solid member into his soft virgin anus and began to pump ferociously all the while Draconis moaned with pleasure. After about 2 minutes I began to climax. "Don't stop", Draconis breathed with pleasure, suddenly I gave a cry as I had my first and among the most strongest orgasm of my life, I pumped still into him letting the cum flow out of my joyful penis. But sooner or later all good things come to an end as the last of my semen squirted into him. "Your turn", I panted falling onto the bed disoriented with unimaginable pleasure and heat stroke feeling the spooge leak out of his anus and onto my leg. "I might hurt you", he said; his voice filled with love, compassion, worry, and still that unmaskable shame. "Then why not oral", I asked trying to keep alive the moment. He considered for a moment then sat cross-legged on the bed allowing his oddly shaped, long, ridged penis to stick into the air. I crawled over, stood up and took his long Minotaur meat into my mouth and began to suck as had as I could while masturbating the large portion of the exposed cock. His meat slipped out of my mouth a bit as he shifted onto his knees then leaned backwards. "OOOHHHH!" he gasped as he neared the end of his long virgin life. I felt that he was nearing jackulation and one HELL of an orgasm I began to suck harder, gripping his penis harder stroking up an down the shaft faster. He suddenly released about 4 gallons of mint flavored cum into my mouth, down my throat, and all over my body. I let the penis slip out of my throat trying to catch my breath. Suddenly feeling aroused and Draconis smelt it, leaning forwards until he was once again on his hands and knees. I quickly crawled over to his rear end then stood up and using the strength of every well toned muscle in my body I began to pump harder than before. "AAHH AH AAH OOHH", we gasped and moaned in unison, "I love you"..."AAAAAAHHHHHh"!!! I screamed as heat stroke and my still healing wound hit me so hard I fell down shaking. "Oh No"! Draconis exclaimed swiveling towards me and bringing his face close to mine. "Are you ok? We shouldn't of"... I smiled at him, "You're too cautious... and you know what? I think I'm in the mood for some oral the other way around". "Are you sure you are ok"? "Yes". "Ok, just relax"... before he could say anything else I drew him into another kiss tasting his nectar like saliva, I slowing drew away and he dragged his long tong down my body towards my awaiting member. He slowly wrapped his tong around it then closed his mouth around it and began to suck slowly, rocking back and forth. It felt so good my chest and back ached with anticipation of my next orgasm. About 20 minutes passed before I felt an orgasm bubbling up inside of me. "I... think... I'm... Going... to AAAHHHHH"!!! I screamed as the orgasm rocked my world, and the pleaser kept on increasing with the help of Draconise's powers. 'Thank You My... love", I panted as more and more fluid flowed out of me but something was missing hen it hit me like a bomb shell. "Draconis"? "Yes my love"? "I feel hollow not knowing the pleaser of you cock up my ass". "Are you shure? I could injure you and healing you already used up a lot of my magic". "Yes I want... I need it", I said as I observed the stream lined shape of it. I turned onto my hands and knees exposing my ass to Draconis who starred at it for a few moments before grabbing both hips gently with his clawed hands and without hesitation slowly forced his member into me. "OooohhHHaaAAAHHH"!!!. He stopped as my moans of pleasure turned into cries of pain. "Please... Don'tstop I gasped through tears and feeling of blood trickling down my leg onto the bedspread. "But your hurt"! "Please"...! I begged so he continued to force his member as far as it could go before pulling back until the arrow shaped head remained at the entrance before thrusting in again and again and again. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!/OOOOHHHOHOHOHOOOH! We both gave a different cry as he hit his biggest orgasm yet jetting semen and urine into my bowels. Mine was a cry of blood and pain; his was a cry of ecstasy and pleasure until he noticed the injury, the blood, and the pain I was in. "I didn't know"... I cut him off by placing a hand firmly on his cheek. "It what I was what I wanted and what ever you did was not your fault', I said through the tears. He looked very disgusted at what he had done and looked like he was about to do something very bad to himself so I quickly wrapped my arms around him catching him by surprise I forced him down onto the bed. He turned his head around to face me. "This had been one crazy day huh"? I asked him smiling through the tears. He didn't reply. "Lets just sleep I", suggested. "Agreed"? He hesitated... "Agreed" Then wrapping our arms around each other we went into our third and final kiss of the night that would last till we were asleep and ready to sort things out in the morning. I would also ask him about the mine inccedent.
TLOS Legend of the black dragon Chapter 2 return to the return journey by Marinus18	The legend of Spyro Legend of the black dragon Chapter 2 return to the return journey After Spyro and Cynder used the remaining red crystals to heal his wound they started to wonder who that mysterious black dragoness was. "who do you think that was?" Cynder asked "I have no idea" replied Spyro	[ "Cynder", "Dragon", "Spyro" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249548-tlos-legend-of-the-black-dragon-chapter-2-return-to-the-return-journey	The legend of Spyro Legend of the black dragon Chapter 2 return to the return journey After Spyro and Cynder used the remaining red crystals to heal his wound they started to wonder who that mysterious black dragoness was. "who do you think that was?" Cynder asked "I have no idea" replied Spyro "But she looked exactly like you when you where under the control of the dark master" "I know" Cynder said with a dark tone in her voice After they had scratched there heads for over an hour trying to figure out who the mysterious black dragoness was they dismissed it and continued on there way. But this time they decided to fly to Warfang instead. They really wanted to see there friends again and tell them about Ignitus. But also the incident with the black dragoness had broken there peaceful stroll. "if we continue in at this pace we will reach Warfang tomorrow before noon" Spyro said to Cynder. "But we will have to find a place to sleep for one night" "by the way" Cynder said "what?" "what do you think we will be greeted with once we get there" "I guess by a mass of screaming fans" Spyro signed "I feared as much" Cynder said while turning her head to hide a smile In the late in the afternoon it unfortunately started to rain. Spyro was quite fond of water and the rain didn't bother him much. "I never liked the rain" Cynder complained "well I think that you looked beautiful with the raindrops on your scales" Spyro said flirtingly "well thank you" Cynder said sarcastically In the evening they caught a large swine to eat and after there stomach were full they were beginning to feel very sleepy "Do you see a place to sleep somewhere?" Cynder asked as they was flying around to see a cave or something that could serve as shelter from the rain. "Hey look there!" Spyro said pointing his finger towards a face of a wall which appeared to have quite a few cracks in it "where?" Cynder asked "there!" Spyro flew towards a large crack with Cynder in tow and they flew through the crack in the wall The two dragon's entered the cave and shook to remove the water that was still on there scales. "looks nice" Cynder said after inspecting the cave. It had a lot of dents in it, was large enough for two teen dragons and had low ceiling "let's sleep here then" Spyro said and Cynder nodded in agreement. They slept side by side during the night to keep each other warm in the cold cave. Spyro was already sound asleep but Cynder was still awake. A lot was going through her head with all that had happened "who was that dragoness and why does she look so much like my evil form?" Cynder wondered. "if she really took down all those wyvern then she must be very powerful" "I always had thought that I was the only black dragon in existence" she remembered that it was the first other black dragon or any other dragon that wasn't one of the elements other then the purple dragons: Spyro and Malafor "if she's a black dragon to maybe there are more dragons like me in the world who survived the onslaught of me" Then it struck her. "Maybe she is the only one of my kind that I didn't kill already" she sadly thought "how could I have destroyed my own kind! How could I hav.AAH!" Cynder screamed as Spyro moved in his sleep and one of his back spikes scratched the area below her tail. Spyro jumped awake, got in his battle stand and immediately observed his surroundings. But he quickly relaxed and looked at Cynder who had jumped away from him and backed up against the wall of the cave. "Cynder what's wrong?" he asked surprised by her scream "ummmm nothing I'm okay" Cynder said blushing heavily "Sure? it didn't sound like you were okay" Spyro asked sceptically "It was nothing! Just a nightmare!" Cynder said this time with a bit more force "um okay then" said Spyro quite surprised by Cynder forceful response. "let's go back to sleep then" he said looking very tired "um yeah" Cynder said unsure Spyro sat back down and gestured Cynder to do the same Cynder smiled and lay down next to her beloved purple dragon She was happy to be able to sleep near the one she loved "his touch did actually feel nice" she thought Then it occurred to her what she was thinking about when Spyro touched her. "well I'm glad he disturbs when I am thinking about stuff like that" "well I better go to sleep, it will surely be a flashy day tomorrow in Warfang" she thought "good.... Night..... Cynder." Spyro muttered already half asleep. "good night my love" she muttered before turning her mind at ease and finally allowed her tiredness take hold of her. next: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/249560/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/249560/user) prev: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/249546/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/249546/user)
Felix (mwee (beartaur) anal vore story) by Strega	Felix the squirrel watches his mistress devour a silkie with a different orifice than usual and muses about the things the bears and their pets do for fun. Find the accompanying pic here: http://www.sofurry.com/view/464453 Drawn at MFF 2012. - Felix By Strega It didn't particularly surprise	[ "Anal Vore", "Bear", "Consensual", "M/F", "Squirrel", "Vore (soft)" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464454-felix-mwee-beartaur-anal-vore-story	Felix By Strega It didn't particularly surprise Felix to see the silkie being sucked into his mistress' ass. While she had not had that particular ability before, a simple visit to the medibay would change that if she were so inclined. Evidently she had been so inclined. It was not unhead-of for a mwee to release someone so ingested; he himself had been rebirthed from mwee wombs any number of times and more than once he'd been ejaculated from the cock of one or another of his mistress' lovers, along with several quarts of lubricating beartaur spooge. But if the mwee involved were hungry sorts, as his mistress and her usual lovers were, ninety-nine times out of a hundred such playthings ended up as food. In the case of the aforementioned ejaculations he was usually spurted out into some gullet or other and immediately swallowed. Being expelled into a mwee womb or rectum was little safer. If you went into a hungry mwee's orifice, any orifice, chances were that digestion loomed close in your future. There was some variety as to where that digestion would happen, though. The most common conceit was simply to make internal plumbing changes so that someone sucked into, say, the great clam of a female mwee's sex could, at her discretion, end up in her belly. Other female mwee decided they weren't interested in cubs just yet, and their wombs became veritable second stomachs, with the fur and other indigestibles of their meals expelled from their pussies as neatly compacted hairballs. The roomy lower digestive tract was also a frequent subject of medical modification, for if it could push what used to be an entire person through in one direction, why not make it pull them in the other? Naturally the lower tract must be empty for that to work, but if a mwee with a hungry anus happened by you could be sure the route to the stomach was open. A male mwee's elephantine and flexible penis could become an all-consuming worm with surprisingly few tweaks. Being sucked into it might lead past a one-way valve into the stomach, or less commonly into a scrotum converted into an expandable gut. This was a more elaborate change, for obviously the ability of their gonads to produce semen must be preserved, but the medical technology was well up to the task. Rarest of all was a variant on the scrotum-stomach in which the meal was converted into gallons and gallons of mwee cum. This inevitably led to a spectacularly messy ejaculation the next time the mwee came. With any luck another mwee was there to swallow or otherwise accept the goo, otherwise he and the other servants had to break out the mops and buckets. Of course they had to do that anyway, a male mwee's prostate being roughly the size of a bowling ball with testes to scale, but an entire body's worth of cum was a whole new level of mess. The silkie's padded feet were devoured by the pulsing asshole, then its long, playfully twitching tail vanished inch by inch. With a last slurp it was gone, and his mistress stretched and grinned as her belly sagged. The pink star of her anus resumed its normal shape, and no sign was left of the silkie-servant being drawn in reverse up through her guts to her stomach save that slight belly-bulge. A silkie was not a large meal for a healthy, one-tonne mwee. Sure enough his mistress looked him up and down, the pink flush of her cup-shaped ears showing her arousal, and Felix smiled back. She would not force him, but his squirrel-tail would tickle her gullet or pussy or rectum as pleasantly as the silkie's. A fondness for fluffy-tailed prey was why all her servants sported just such tails. Of course he would die, just as he had a hundred times before, but a dozen copies of him waited in the tanks for the last byte of transmitted memories. A new Felix would be decanted, identical in every detail and even constructed of most of the same molecules as previous iterations, given the efficient nature of the ship's recycling system. No doubt the new Felix would be destined for the same sticky digestive fate he was. He wouldn't have it any other way. Felix set the tray and wine down on the deck and stepped up to his mistress and lover, smiling broadly and penis quite erect. There was just one question to ask. "Which hole shall it be, my mistress?"
Pain in the Folf - Commission by Ryuuio	Laughter was being had inside Conner's household. The folf had brought round his wolf wife Eamane. They were both talking and laughing about a whole bunch of things. They have both been married for some time, and yet they never seem to have boring conversations. Conner always enjoys Eamane's company	[ "Female", "Folf", "Male", "Transformation", "Wolf", "parenting" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249552-pain-in-the-folf-commission	Laughter was being had inside Conner's household. The folf had brought round his wolf wife Eamane. They were both talking and laughing about a whole bunch of things. They have both been married for some time, and yet they never seem to have boring conversations. Conner always enjoys Eamane's company and vice versa. As they continued to talk, however, Conner started to get a bad feeling in his stomach. "Are you alright, Conner?" Eamane asked the folf, who seemed to be in severe pain. He just replied with a groan. He then started running upstairs as fast as he could, heading straight for the bathroom, and closing the door behind him. All he could feel was pain in his stomach. He didn't feel like he was going to throw up or had something that needed to come out, just pain. As he groaned loudly, he started to feel his body start to shrink in size, as if he was shrinking. He then started to hear his groans start to increase in pitch. It was from that moment that Conner was soon turning back into a young folf. Eamane then knocked on the bathroom door, "Conner?" she asked, "Are you alright in there?" Nothing could be heard. However, there was the sound of the door being opened. Coming out was a far smaller, and most imporantly, younger Conner. Eamane was obviously in shock, as the folf was an adult just a few minutes ago! The folf cub let out a small giggle as he looked up at the still shocked wolf. She rubbed her own eyes, pinched herself, everything, but it was all real. Conner then decided to go and have some fun while he could. He started by sliding down the stairs, like a slide, on his buttocks. Eamane looked in slight horror as the now three-year-old slid down the carpet covered staircase. Eamane ran down to try and stop the folf from causing any more problems, but right now, that was the only thing going through his mind. As he headed into the living room, he grabbed the remote control for the television. All Eamane did was try and pull it away from Conner and saying quietly "No". Despite this, Conner continued to be a mischief. Conner then started unplugging the television and started playing around with it. Eamane's eyes widened and pulled the folf away from the outlet and out of the living room. Afterwards the folf then headed into the kitchen, which contained a whole bunch of sharp knives. Obviously, Conner picked one up and started swinging it around, as if he was in an epic sword duel with an invisible foe. To Eamane though, this was another thing to stop before any of them gets hurt. She waited for the right moment and took the knife away. Did this stop the folf cub though? Nope! He headed outside, straight into the shed. The wolf sighed and chased after him as she saw him with a screwdriver. She, again, pulled it away and put it back. The folf then had enough. He walked slowly back into the house, looking down at his footpaws the entire time. He looked upset, but so did Eamane. He was a whole bunch of trouble since he left that bathroom! As the folf sat on the living room sofa, he put his arms on his legs and his head in his paws. Eamane followed him and knelled down to his level to give him a stern talk. "What you did was very naughty, young man" she said, acting very much like a mother. "You DO NOT go around touching those kinds of things ever again. Do you understand, mister?" Conner let out a small mumble. "What was that, mister?" Eamane said, with the same stern voice. Conner then said, louder and more clearly "Yes. Sorry." He then started to cry, now feeling very sorry for his unacceptable behaviour. Eamane couldn't just watch the cub folf cry. She gave Conner a big hug and said "It's okay". The folf felt a bit better after the hug and sniffed, wiping away his tears. Eamane then looked at Conner and said "Let's get you to bed, hey?" Conner nodded, then Eamane picked up the folf and carried him to his bedroom. She rests the young folf on his bed, and tucks him in. The folf pointed at the top of the room, of which contained a pile of old children's books, all which haven't been touched in years. "Which one do you want to read?" Eamane said as she moved her finger down the books, Conner shaking his head at the ones he doesn't want to be read and finally nodding at the one he does. Eamane picked up the book, sat next to Conner on his bed and started reading it to him. Conner then started sucking his thumb as he was being read the story before starting to doze off. Just a few pages in and the folf was already asleep. Eamane smiled and went to go and give the folf a kiss goodnight, but he then started to turn back into his older, normal self. All the wolf did was smile and kiss him on the forehead and whisper "Sweet dreams, Conner" She then slowly and quietly exited the room, leaving the folf to sleep. He was still sucking his thumb.
Stud Exercise Program, Part 1 by FuzzWolf	#2 of Stud Exercise Program - Stud Exercise Program Author's Notes: This one stands out a bit because I wrote it ages ago and only recently did a sequal to it. I need to do a more full update to it, but havne't had the time. Anyway, if Trevor and Sinclair don't quite come across as the same	[ "Fox", "Gym", "M/M", "Oral", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1012-stud-exercise-program-part-1	Stud Exercise Program Author's Notes: This one stands out a bit because I wrote it ages ago and only recently did a sequal to it. I need to do a more full update to it, but havne't had the time. Anyway, if Trevor and Sinclair don't quite come across as the same characters as they are now, that'd be why. This story is one of my very first. Originally Posted: Sat, 1 May 1999 21:35:40 -0400 (EDT) on the Yiff List Revised Edition © 2003 Starring Trevor and Sinclair. Story and characters copyright to FuzzWolf. Features Male/Male oral sex. Please comment! :-) Trevor huffed and puffed and once again forced himself to keep going, bench-pressing another load of steel weights. He was still very concerned about his image as a studly foxie, and Martin Lonewolf had described studly as being buff as well as being horny. So, the yiffy foxie had decided to pump a little iron to buff up a bit. His mate was actually jealous that Trevor was pumping iron instead of him and decided to do something about it! Sinclair had snuck into the small gym that no one had really noticed before and stood surveying the scene. Trevor was working out on one of those four-sided gyms that had different exercises on each side. At the moment he was in a lying position and working on the bench press side. Even though the room was fairly large, the air was still thick with the musky scent of a sweating, male fox. Sinclair licked his lips as the scent hit him. It didn't take much to make him yiffy and his mate's smell was doing it. He felt a stirring begin in his sheath as he looked Trevor up and down. The fox was so into his workout, he didn't even notice Sinclair watching him. Trevor was dressed in whatever workout clothes he could scrounge together. Most of it was from Butch's spandex gift bag. He wore a pair of tight spandex shorts that came down to mid-thigh on him. Maybe they were a little small for him because his impressive male bulge showed prominently at the front. The shorts were a lovely gay-ish purple colour, which went nicely with his tank top with "Straight Looking" written across it in pink letters. His red fur was darkened to almost maroon with his sweat and his muscles quivered with the strain. Sinclair could stand it no longer. His mate was lying there panting, grunting, and sweating and he wasn't a part of it. He strolled over and sat on the bench, straddling it and facing the yiffy foxie. He grinned down at Trevor, but the fox looks a bit worried. He has a feeling his clearly-horny-as-hell mate is going to disrupt his workout. So, he vows that he will not succeed and he will finish the goal he set no matter what Sinclair does to distract him. Licking his lips and grinning, Sinclair lays his hand on Trevor's thick lump. Trevor jumps a little at the touch, but keeps going. The wolf begins to slowly and firmly stroke and massage the front of Trevor's spandex shorts. His paw glides easily over the smooth surface as he gives Trevor's clothed sheath a little squeeze. Despite his best efforts to ignore what is happening, Trevor's lump starts to harden. Sinclair grins wider as he feels the sheath thicken in his paw. Gripping it tightly, he leans forward and works his head under Trevor's shirt. The fox's scent is so thick that Sinclair can barely breath. He loves it anyway and deeply inhales the fox's musk. With his head still under the hot shirt, he begins to lick the sweat off Trevor's furry chest. Sinclair strokes Trevor's hot sheath up and down with a slow rhythm through his tight shorts as he licks and gives small bites to his mate's hardened nipples. Sinclair moves up a bit and nuzzles his nose along Trevor's furry underarms, one arm at a time, where his scent is strongest. Sinclair sits up, his own head now covered in sweat from the heat of Trevor's body. He strips naked while leaning on top of Trevor. Once bare down to his fur, Sinclair leans over Trevor, giving the fox a good view of his hard cock sticking out of his furry sheath. Sinclair brings it down, rubbing it along Trevor's spandex shorts. Sinclair can feel the heat of Trevor's cock against his through the shorts. He looks deep into Trevor's eyes for a second before sliding his way down again. He neatly opens the shorts up with one claw and pulls them from under Trevor's body. He holds them up for the fox to see as he puts the pre-cum stained crotch on his nose and sniffs deeply. Trevor still valiantly struggles to keep working the heavy steel stack up and down as his erect cock sticks straight out in front of him. Without further ado, Sinclair leans down and takes Trevor's hot length into his muzzle. Trevor gasps loudly and bucks under Sinclair. His legs squirm around trying to find some grip on the smooth floor. Sinclair works his muzzle up and down Trevor's cock as fast as he can, pistoning up and down up and down. His muzzle begins to ache from the fox's thickness, but he keeps going. Every time he takes the length in, he gets a breath of Trevor's hot, sweaty musk as his nose rubs into Trevor's sheath-fur. That's what keeps him going every time, making him want to drive his face into Trevor's crotch while fully taking his cock. Up and down, Sinclair pumps away. Trevor's eyes water as he tries to keep his concentration. He pushes his arms up again, they ache. He feels his balls begin to ache too. He's been teased to ultimate hardness and badly needs a release. Trevor can't take it anymore, the heat, the sweat, and Sinclair's tight and hot muzzle on his maleness. Trevor's balls let go and he shoots his fox-juice deep into Sinclair's muzzle. Trevor's eyes stream from the exertion, he pushes the stack of weights one last time in time with the last spurt of his orgasm. His body goes limp and he lies there panting for several minutes as Sinclair cleans the fox-cum off. "Ooh" he moans, feeling every ache. If exercising could feel this good, he would have to do it more often! He grins up at Sinclair and asks if the big, gray wolf has an exercise program he'd like to try. Sinclair smiles and looks to his own still-hard cock. "You can exercise me in the shower lover." Sinclair helps Trevor up from the bench and the two head off to the showers paw in paw.
Chapter 4- The Downward Spiral by catindminor	#4 of Just Like You Imagined - A/N All the characters belong to me! Please do not use with out my permission ^\_^ For the past three days, Acara was finding it hard to stay together. She had to face Trent Fuzzner multiple times a day, and deal with his overly flirty nature. The first day, the feline	[ "Angst", "Canine", "Club", "Feline", "No-Yiff", "Plot Development" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/51719-chapter-4-the-downward-spiral	A/N All the characters belong to me! Please do not use with out my permission ^\_^ For the past three days, Acara was finding it hard to stay together. She had to face Trent Fuzzner multiple times a day, and deal with his overly flirty nature. The first day, the feline sat in her temporary office making phone calls when the canine came in for no particular reason. She had just finished finalizing the New Zealand show and was about to call up Rob to let him know, when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and almost screamed. Trent was just standing there, staring down at her. It was easy to tell that the canine was checking her out. Acara wanted to punch him in the face, but she managed to control herself. "So you're the new tour assistant?" he grinned. "Most of them crack before we hit the road," he said plainly. Acara gulped, she'd probably crack also, but for an entirely different reason. She didn't know for how long she'd bear to be in the same room with the singer. "I, well, I should be fine," the feline said nervously. The canine laughed at this, "You don't sound that way." His pale blue eyes stared right into hers. He found it odd how she looked so uneasy. Trent knew that some were intimidated by him, but not this much. "We're all going out to drink tonight, are you busy?" The rest of the group wanted to get to know the newbie, and Trent thought she was attractive so he wouldn't mind her tagging a long. The feline felt like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack, there was no way she was going out with them. "I'm really sorry!" She couldn't hold the eye contact anymore. "I have a lot of work to do, and I don't want to fall behind." Trent cocked an eyebrow; exactly how much did that dragon give her to do? "Fine, maybe next time." He gave her a wink and turned to leave. "Wait!" Acara stood up in her chair and was about to go after him if he continued to walk. The dog turned around and looked at her with a confused glare. "I saw your Boston gig. I don't know if you remember me..." She held her breath as she waited for an answer. So far, the musician gave no clue if he remembered her or not. He could have just been waiting for her to bring it up. The Weimaraner thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Sorry, not at all. I'll see you at rehearsal tomorrow." He left, and Acara held her head low. She sat back down in her chair with tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She figured as much. The days the followed were no easier. Usually, the feline held her composure at work, and the moment she got back to the hotel she was curled up crying. The singer was making it so hard for her; he kept flirting with her all day. Always making little side comments about the new 'eye candy' to his band mates that she just happened to over hear. Acara found herself being extremely cold back to him. It was the only way to mask any other feeling that was running though her. By the forth day, she was starting to dread coming to work. She was glad that she was still able to keep her front up, the last thing she needed was Rob worrying about her. Sighing, Acara parked her car at the studio and made her way to the entrance. The feline wasn't even inside the building yet when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey kitty! What'cha doing tonight?" "My friend is coming to visit me from Vegas," she lied. The calico cat didn't even bother turning around. "We're going to hang out around the city." She heard Trent snort as he came up next to her and opened the door, letting her go in first. "You have to come out with us at least one night before the tour." Acara sighed and walked into the building, with the canine following close behind her. Every damn day he asked her! "Tomorrow." Maybe if she just went, he'd leave her alone. "I'll go out tomorrow." She spoke in a defeated tone. The Weimaraner grinned and pat her on the head. "Robin lives closest to you, he'll pick you up at 11." "Way to make plans for someone else," she grumbled. The feline was not in a good mood. She quickly made a left into the rehearsal room, relieved that Trent kept walking down the hall. She slumped down into one of the plastic chairs and let out a sigh. "You ok?" The question came so sudden that Acara jumped into the air. She looked up and saw Ally, the red panda, staring at her from behind his keyboard. "Sorry!" He apologized after he saw her freak out. The feline shook her head, "No, its cool." Ally was probably the nicest member of the group. He was very caring and considerate. Whenever Acara had a problem and Rob wasn't around, the panda would always be the one to help her. "And I'm fine, just stressed." Ally nodded, understanding how the calico cat must feel. "Yeah, it'll only get worse once we get out on the road. But hey, you're doing a great job for a newbie." This made the intern smile. "And I over heard that you're coming out with us Friday." He grinned and leaned foreword on his keyboard. Once again, a sigh escaped Acara's lips. "Yeah, so Trent will leave me the hell alone about it." The panda let out a chuckle, "I doubt that's going to happen. Though if you're coming with us, I should let you in on our little game." "Game?" The feline cocked her head in confusion. "Yeah, Ally frowned, "Its called 'Don't Let Trent Drink too Much or Take any Weird Drug, While Making Sure He Doesn't Pick up a Hooker.'" "Sounds like a fun game," Acara growled. This only reassured her that going out with the band was going to be a nightmare. She wasn't much of a partier anyway, and she did have to admit, when faced with alcohol she always drank a little more then she should. Then her friend always got to tell her all the wonderful things she did while intoxicated. Acara and Ally's conversation came to and end when the rest of the band started filing into the room. Trent was the last one in, and for some reason he had a stupid smile on his face. The calico cat figured he probably just shot up or something. The thought actually shocked her. She used to hold the musician in such high regard, and ever since that night she looked down on him. For a split second, she almost felt bad about it. That was until the dog opened his big mouth. "So guys, Acara's finally gonna party with us!" Trent grinned at her before he went to go set up his mic. "So we all have to buy her drinks! We can't let the newbie walk away sober!" Acara just shook her head and sighed. She was going to say something, but Robin started talking first. "Sounds like a plan!" He laughed. The raptor was just as bad as Trent, dammit. "No, that's really ok," the feline protested. "I'd rather not get too drunk..." "To bad," the canine cut her off. "You don't have to pay for them." "That's not the problem!" Acara growled back, "I'd just rather not get drunk." She really didn't trust herself drunk around the band. Ally would be fine, cause he wouldn't try to molest her. Trent though, she didn't know. And she didn't really trust Robin, Jeordie and Josh either. The calico was relieved when Rob walked in, saving her from starting a full on argument. "Everyone set up?" The dragon got right down to business. Trent sighed and nodded. "Then why aren't you practicing?" Acara couldn't help but grin; she loved him for putting the dog in his place. Rob waited for them to start before he motioned for his intern to follow him. He brought her around all the electronics describing what each did and showing her how to set them up. It was hard to take everything in with the band playing, but the feline tried to listen the best she could. The next two hours flew by. At the end of the practice session, Acara knew how to work all the equipment the band needed. Rob was just awesome like that. She also had 'Closer' stuck in her head, but she'd rather not think about that. The dragon told her she could go home early, as he had nothing else for her to do. She took total advantage of that situation. Anything to get away from Trent. As the feline drove back to her apartment, she was in deep thought. She found it depressing that her favorite band in the world had such a tarnished image now. "I'm an idiot," she sighed. After all, it was her fault for this happening. If only she didn't wait outside to meet the band. If only she didn't let him fuck her. If only... If only she listened to Hunter and didn't do this stupid internship. \\\* It was Friday night. Acara didn't want it to be Friday night, but she couldn't stop or fast foreword time. She sat on the couch with a sign. Robin should be there any moment to pick her up. The feline was already starting to feel sick. What if she just told him she had the flu? No, that wouldn't work. Crap. "I don't want to go!" She hissed to herself. A few minutes later she saw lights, and heard honking. "God damnit." This was it. The feline reluctantly pulled herself off the couch and made her way out to the raptors car. She got in the car with an unhappy pout plastered to her face. She didn't even look at Robin, just down at her feet. "Looks like we have a sad pussy on our paws," the guitarist laughed to himself at his joke. The remark just earned a hiss from his passenger. He pulled out of the hotel's parking lot and zoomed down the road. "But seriously, what's up?" That was the first time he ever showed her concern. "Listen, I won't really force you to get drunk. Was only joking." Acara shook her head, "Trent wasn't," she spoke in a low growl. "True," the raptor nodded in agreement. "Eh, he'll be to drunk to remember." An awkward silence washed over the car. Acara was too angry to talk, and Robin didn't know what to say to crack though her shell. It seemed the root of her anger was Trent, judging by her last comment. "Hey, I know Trent is overwhelming at times. But you know, he's going though some hard times right now. We're trying to get him off drugs, and you know." The feline really didn't care if the canine was going though a hard time. She didn't care if he was addicted to drugs or whatever. It sounded like Robin was just making excuses. "He's not the only one going though hard times." She sighed again. The raptor hadn't done anything to her, yet. The calico cat was starting to feel bad for being a total bitch. "Sorry, its just some things are going on with me. I haven't been in the best of moods." Robin was shocked by the sudden apology. "It's cool. Don't worry about it." He gave her a friendly smile, "Just have fun tonight. Once we leave you won't have the chance to relax." Acara smiled back at him. She had really never spoke to him before, maybe he wasn't as bad as his stage persona seemed. Robin was one of the guys jumping around and destroying everything in sight, so she figured he was just as bad as Trent. But he wasn't, and he managed to calm her nerves a bit. "I'll try," her voice picked up a little. It wasn't like she was going to be alone with Trent. Ally would be there, they were friends. And it seemed Robin had her back too. She was going to have fun. The bar was already packed when the two got there. "Finally!" A familiar, drunken, voice was heard over the crowd. "Took you forever!" Trent made his way over to Robin and Acara. "Get me two shoots!" He shouted to the bartender. The raptor shook his head, overwhelming indeed. "Listen, Acara really doesn't want to..." The canine cut her off. "Don't take her side! She's out with us, she has to drink!" The bartender gave him two shoots of vodka. "Now both of you, shot. Now." Acara hissed at Trent. "I don't do shots. I told you I'm not drinking," She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "If you're gonna be an asshole I'll go back right now." Robin sighed, already a fight was breaking out. He quickly did his shot just to appease the canine. The singer grinned and glared down at the feline. "What, to scared to do the shoot? Lightweight!" Her eyes went wide, "What did you just say?" She hissed. "That's right," a big grin appeared on the Weimaraner face. "You're scared its gonna burn. I bet you haven't even drunk before anyway. Oh well, I'll give this to someone whose man enough to drink. I forgot little pussy's couldn't handle big people things." Oh no, he didn't just go there. "Fuck you, give me that!" She grabbed the shot glass and downed it in one gulp. She didn't even twitch. "Happy?" The feline totally just played into the canine's game. Robin knew this, and knew there was no protecting her now. Shaking his head, he went over to Josh and Jeordie to chat. "I bet you can't do another one, lightweight." The fact that Acara didn't want to drink was thrown out the window. The drinking battle was on. "Fuck you!" She hissed again, "Get me another shoot." And another shot she got. Then another, and another. Five shots down, and an hour later Trent succeeded in getting the calico drunk. Really drunk. Since she usually didn't do things like this, so the alcohol hit her hard. It didn't take the rest of the band long to realize that while drunk, Acara was the most friendly, outgoing, happy kitty known to man. She was giving hugs to everyone, and even being nice to Trent. At the moment she was chewing Ally's ear off in a one sided drunken conversation. The red panda didn't have much to drink, and was quite sober. He didn't mind listening to the feline, however, it was keeping her out of trouble. And, it was keeping her away from Trent. As she blabbed, Acara ended up saying a little more then she should have. Ally had asked her why she got so uncomfortable when she was around the lead singer. She had just smiled at him and said in a high pitched voice, "He practically raped me." How the cat could say this in such a happy tone bewildered the keyboardist. "He what?" Ally spun around to face the intern fully, staring right into her blazing green eyes. She giggled, "Well, after this show I ran into him," as she spoke her voice grew higher, "and he was all like, silly. So we went to my a...apart...apartment! And then," she giggled again, "I was so fan girly so when he threw me on the bed I was all like yay! But then... I didn't want it, but oh well. I got it anyway!" Acara downed the rest of her screwdriver and put the glass up on the bar when she finished. Ally on the other hand was not so thrilled. If that was what happened, then he'd have to keep the two apart. He was really starting to grow a liking toward the feline, and something like this was unforgivable. "Listen, let's talk about this tomorrow?" He wanted to get the story straight before he did anything. The fact that she was so happy and talking about something so screwed up disturbed the panda. Acara just nodded and grinned, then continued to talk about something completely random. Unfortunately for the two, back in a corner of the bar Trent and Josh were staring down a certain Calico cat. "I bet I can fuck her," the front man grinned. He turned to the monkey to see what he thought, "Go for it!" He grinned, "It looks like she opened up to you!" He patted the canine on the head, causing him to let out a disapproving growl. "Fuck dude, she's talking to Ally." Trent shook his head, "Gotta wait till he's gone." He took a quick shot of some random shot glass that someone left next to him. Josh grinned, "You owe me one!" The monkey slowly made his way over to the panda and whispered something in his ear. Trent saw Ally sigh and say no to what ever Josh said at first. But after a few more seconds he was dragging the keyboardist away. Perfect! Leave it to the drummer! When the coast was clear, Trent plopped down on the seat where Ally was a few moments ago. "Having fun?" He asked the calico with a drunken grin. She turned to face him also with a stupid grin on her face. "Yeaaaah!" The canine noticed her cheeks were dark red from drinking, and her shirt was slowly sliding down her shoulders, giving him a good view of some cleavage. "You having fuuuun?" She laughed and leaned foreword, now giving the singer an even better view. Trent just grinned to himself; he wasn't hiding the fact that he was staring right at her chest. "Yup, a blast!" He grinned evilly, "But this place is getting kind of boring. Want to go do something fun?" The feline didn't realize what the canine was staring at, and she probably wouldn't have cared. At the moment, she was back in her fan girl days of the past. Trent was suddenly extremely attractive, and hell, the alcohol was making her want to do things to him. "Fun?" She cocked her head to the side, "What kind of fun?" Trent sat up and pulled her off the bar stool with him and then started leading her out of the bar. "You know, go back to my place," he growled into her ear, "Fuck." The direct approach, the front man's favorite while intoxicated. Acara's ears stuck straight up and her cheeks turned even redder. If the calico cat was sober at the moment Trent would have been punched in the face and kicked in the balls so hard he wouldn't be able to have children. But, she wasn't sober. She was far from sober. "Sounds fun!" She slurred. Now the Weimaraner was the one to prick up his ears. That's all it took? Hell, this was too easy! "Well, then, come on." Trent's apartment was only two blocks from the bar, so it was as quick walk. Even with the two stumbling up the sidewalk. The entire way Acara had that big, stupid grin plastered to her face. Not once did it occur to her that this was most likely the stupidest decision she would ever make.
Thanksgiving Sleepover by midnightwolf777	Thanksgiving has rolled around, and Penelope Lincoln (Aka DJ Copper) has invited her next door neighbors Maneki and Luck to sleep over and share stories and...well you know all the girly sleepover things that happen when a group of females get together. Being that the next day is Thanksgiving, the	[ "Calico", "Cat", "DJ", "Feline", "Fennec", "Fox", "Midnightwolf777", "Penny", "Red", "Story", "luck", "maneki", "penelope", "sleepover", "thanks", "thanksgiving" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464459-thanksgiving-sleepover	Thanksgiving Sleepover The light footsteps of the two felines could barely be heard as they stepped softly up to the house. They giggled to each other as they rang the doorbell. A minute later the door opened, revealing Penny in her pajamas. "Gotcha!" shouted both Maneki and Luck pulling cans of silly string out from behind their backs and giving the shocked female a face-full of string. Penny coughed as she tried to keep the string out of her eyes with her hands against the onslaught of string. The two feline's laughed in triumph as they stopped spraying, high-fiving each other. "Very funny girls." said Penny a little annoyed, but with a smile on her face at the prank as she wiped her face. "I'm sorry Penny. But I couldn't resist when Luck showed me the spray can." said Maneki snickering lightly. "Ha ha. Come on in girls. We have a lot to catch up on." said the vixen waving the two inside. "Seriously? He made the house a haunted house and challenged you guys to capture him and surge? That's so cool. I wondered what happened to you guys that night after you left." said Penny as they all sat in the living room, in their pajamas. "Yeah it was a pretty wild time. We'd have been sunk if it wasn't for Sakura." said Maneki thinking back to Halloween night. "So what happened after you caught them?" asked Penny curiously. "Nothing! Nothing. We all had fun that night and slept late into the next day. So uh, how've you been Penny? Haven't seen you since your Halloween party." said Luck quickly changing the subject. "I've been alright. Working at the Crescent Club, things are never boring around here for long." said Penny happily. "Where's Melissa tonight?" asked Maneki noticing that she hadn't seen the fennec fox vixen. "Mel is visiting her family for Thanksgiving." explained Penny. "That's right. Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I can't wait to try my hand at cooking turkey." said Maneki excitedly. "You like cooking huh Maneki?" asked Penny amused. "I love it. I'm just glad that Master lets me cook whenever I want, and even helps sometimes with my recipes." said the calico happily. "Where is Sly tonight anyway?" asked Penny curiously. "He said he was going shopping with Sakura for tomorrow." replied Luck. "Hey here's an idea. Since tomorrow is thanksgiving. Why don't we all say something we're thankful for?" said Penny suddenly. "Alright that...sounds like fun." said Maneki. "And you both can't say each other. That's too obvious." said Penny smiling. "Alright." replied Luck. "One...Two...Three...Go!" "That I met Sly." "That I met Sly." "That I met Master." said all three girls at once. Luck and Maneki turned a quick confused look to Penny as she looked back at them amused. "I see we all share thankfulness for having Sly in our lives." she said smiling. "Hey Penny, how did you meet Sly anyway? You've never told us what's your relationship with him." said Luck curiously. "Well, if you guys really want to know. Sly is probably the only reason I'm alive right now. He's definitely the only reason I'm as well off as I am." the vixen replied truthfully. "My story begins on a cold winter night ..." she started, reliving her tale in her mind. The sky was a bleak gray as the sunset light filtered lightly through the dark clouds. A lone figure walked the street, huddled over. Penny wandered the streets, cold and alone as night began to settle in. She shivered as she hugged her own body, trying to save her body heat and gasped as a cold wind blew past her, bringing new white flakes floating down past her ears. She watched the flakes fall to the ground to join those that came before them and looked to the sky to confirm her fear. It was snowing again. She knew she had to find a place to warm up soon, or risk freezing to death. She wandered the barren streets. "Perhaps It wasn't too smart to do this in the middle of winter...but then...No. I can't think like this. I have to keep moving." She thought to herself as she went. She found herself on a residential street. All of the houses looked pretty much locked down, but two. The two houses were side by side, one looked uninhabited, the other wasn't furnished with anything, but inside stood a gray furred male canine. She looked at the empty house. "If I break in there I will be a little bit warmer than now, but without heat I won't be able to warm up much." She reasoned. "If there's someone living in that house, he must have a way to keep warm." she thought. Slowly she crept to the window and peered inside. The male was moving boxes. "Looks like he's just moving in." she thought. She moved around the back of the house and found the window to the garage was unlocked. She smiled to herself as she let herself in. The garage was instantly warmer and she purred slightly to herself at the warm sensations flowing over her. "I'm going to have to keep quiet if I don't want him to know I'm here." She thought as she moved toward the house. The heat coming from the actual house into the garage was too inviting to ignore. She moved through the house and eventually came to the living room where she'd first seen the male. "Where'd he go?" she asked, perking her ears up to hear better. A flushing toilet from a nearby room alerted her as she then heard water running into the sink. "Gotta hide." she thought quickly, looking for places to hide. Unfortunately for her the room was still almost bare and there wasn't anything to hide behind. She eyed the fireplace, and weighed her options. She sighed and climbed into the chimney, propping herself in place there out of sight. Once there she lowered her head into the fireplace and peered at the male as he came out of the restroom, wiping his hands with a towel before throwing it onto another box. She now saw him clearly. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. A black fedora donned his head and a blue notebook sat in the ribbon on it. He looked to be in his early twenties. He had a wolf's build, but lightning shaped black marks on his muzzle not unlike a fox except for the lighting shape. His tail had a white tip like a fox, but a black marking on it that made his tail look like an old fountain pen. Silently he moved to put curtains over the window. "Now that that's covered, I think this has taken long enough. It's already taken a lot longer than I thought to move everything inside. I think it's time to call in some help." he said to himself. Penny groaned to herself lightly. Now he was going to call someone else over and her chances of being found out were only going to get worse, moreso if he invited more than one person. He took the notebook from his hat and smiled as he wrote in it. Penny raised an eyebrow as they words he was writing began to glow slightly. "What's going..." she started before gasping in shock. The male's shadow began to rise from the ground, forming a doppelganger of him. The female did not know what to think. Was she really seeing what she thought she was seeing? Or was the cold finally messing with her and causing her to hallucinate? "I'm tired. You take over for a while." said the male waving his shadow off as he took a seat in a nearby chair. The shadow saluted its owner and went to work moving things around on its own. Penny's grip in the chimney slipped ever so slightly as she struggled to maintain her position. She was very tired herself, and she didn't know how long she could remain in her hiding spot. The male sat in the chair and looked through his notebook. "Everything is inside already. It just needs to be placed." he said to himself looking over his list. "Huh? Why'd I get? Oh I remember now. I wanted to use that on my first night here." he said a few minutes later, tapping his pencil on his forehead and looking at his shadow as it held up three fire logs. "Put them on the rack in the fireplace." He instructed. His shadow followed instructions and placed the logs on the metal rack. Penny froze in fear as the shadowy figure moved below her, but sighed when it didn't notice her. "Hmm...I don't have any...I have an idea." he said lightly as he gazed out of the window and noticed a neighbor had the same idea. He wrote in his book again, Penny could see the glow from the words on his face, but her attention turned to the glowing flake floating past her face now. She looked around in horror as more glowing flakes fluttered in through the chimney top. She looked down and saw that they were gathering on the logs and gasped as they suddenly lit the logs aflame. The heat hit her instantly as she lost her grip and shouted as she tumbled down and out of the fireplace into the living room, in full view of the bewildered male and his shadow. "What in the...Where did you...Miss...Are...okay?" she could hear softly as her fatigue began to overtake her and she slipped into unconsciousness. Penny awoke late into the next day in a bed she didn't recognize. She looked around the room. There was only a dresser, a mirror, a bicycle, and boxes in the room other than the bed. She groaned and reached behind her head, feeling where she had hit the floor the night before and her memory suddenly kicked into gear. "Where am I? Who... was..." she thought before hearing the door open to the room. "I'm glad to see that you're okay. You gave me quite a scare last night you know." Came the male's voice as he entered the room. Penny began to breathe quicker as she stared at the male now. "I scared you? How do you think I feel? What the heck are you?" she asked quickly. "That's a bit rude. But I am a wolfox, a wolf and fox hybrid." he responded. "Don't play dumb. I saw what you did last night with your shadow, and I don't know how but I know you had something to do with that fire. Normal people can't do those things." she said, staring hard at the male. "Heh. I see I've been caught. Well I suppose it would clear the air a bit between us. I have the ability to change reality around me to what is written. No doubt you saw me write in this notebook before those things happened." he explained, showing her what was written in the book. "Sly's shadow comes to life and helps him move in." "Lit ashes from neighbors chimney float into Sly's and light the logs in the fireplace aflame." "Believe me, if I had known you were in the chimney I would never have written the second one, which brings me to another question. What were you doing in my house to begin with?" he asked suddenly serious. "Penny felt all her fear melt as she recalled her own situation. "I...I'm alone." she replied. "I can see that. But you can't be older than...fifteen? Sixteen? Why aren't you at home?" he asked. "I...I'm not 'home' because I ran away from home okay?" she replied. "Ran away? Why?" he asked, suddenly concerned. "Why should I tell you?" she asked defensively. "Because quite frankly you owe me. I could have called the police last night on the intruder who fell out of my chimney." he said seriously. Penny sighed to herself. He had a point. "Why don't you tell me what happened and I'll see if I can help." He said comfortingly. "I'm not sure how you could help...but whatever. My name is Penelope Lincoln. I lived in a town a few cities away from here with my parents...My parents that neglected me, and abused me both physically and verbally." She started seriously. "I'm sixteen years old now, but I can't stay there another two years waiting to become legal. So I ran away from home." she said. "In the middle of winter?" he asked astonished. "I know. Not the brightest of ideas." she replied a little embarrassed. "No I didn't mean it like that. Things must have been horrible for you to even decide to run away, let alone in the middle of winter. Tell you what. Stay here today. I just moved in so there isn't much to the place yet. I have to go see a publisher and a friend of mine about something she wants me to store here for a few days. I'll be back later." he said comfortingly. "Thank you..." she said bewildered. She did not expect him to be so kind. "Just make yourself comfortable Penny." he smiled as he turned for the door. "Wait. I didn't get your name." she said quickly. "My name is Sly. Nice to meet you Penelope." he said before leaving. The day went slowly. Penny didn't have much to do other than sleep or look around. It wasn't until the sun set that a truck backed into the driveway. Penny looked curiously at the sheet covered machine they were unloading. Something seemed familiar about its shape. Sly was with them, directing them to the garage. "What's this Sly?" she asked curiously. "This is a turntable. A friend of mine just took out a loan and bought a nightclub downtown and asked me to keep it here a few days until she's ready to put it in place." said Sly signing the invoice for the delivery. "A turntable?" asked Penny, almost mesmerized as she looked over the machine. "Do you know what a turntable is?" asked Sly seeing the almost hypnotized look on the teenager. "Of course. I've used a few before at friend's parties I would sneak out to. I love these machines." she replied. "You've used one before? Why don't you go ahead. Play around with it a bit." he said plugging the machine in to the wall. "I shouldn't. I mean what if I break it by accident?" she said sheepishly. "Don't worry about that. I can use my abilities to fix it if it breaks. Just have a little fun. Everyone deserves a break." he said nudging her toward the machine. "O-okay." she said, running her hands over the sleek edges of the machine. I'll be in the house if you need me. Still a lot of boxes to move and stuff to unpack." he said as he turned to leave. Penny didn't answer. She was too busy familiarizing herself with the turntable. Sly opened a box and inside sat a miniature couch and easy chair. "About time I found these." he said as he pulled them out and placed them in the living room. He smirked as he wrote in his notebook, the two pieces of furniture growing to full size suddenly. Having these abilities certainly cuts down on moving time and cost." he said satisfied as the beat thrumming through the wall from the garage intensified. "Sounds like she's having fun. he said to himself. He crept back to the garage and took a peek, only to be surprised at what he saw. Penny stood behind the turntable looking like an expert. She had the headphones that came with the machine over one ear and turned the dials and knobs like a pro, looking completely relaxed as she did. This was a far cry from the somber kid he'd met earlier that day. When the song wound down, Penny became aware of a light clapping sound coming from behind her. She turned quickly to see Sly standing in the door. She smiled a little as she saw him. "That was incredible. You told me you had used one before, not that you were good at it. I have to introduce you to my friend." he said. "Wh-What? No. I can't." she said quickly to Sly's surprise. "Why not? You looked as if you were happy while the music played. You're really good." he said truthfully. "I-I'm not good. Doing this has caused me nothing but pain. You wouldn't understand." she said running off past the wolfox. Sly's smile faded as he realized what she meant. He walked through the house and found her lying face down in the bed he'd let her sleep in the night before. "Your parents didn't support your djing did they?" he asked curiously. She shook her head not looking at him. "They couldn't understand that something I found so fun could be profitable. They said that it was unbecoming of a young girl to play so much. And they didn't want to hear it when I told them that it could be a career. My father has always been abusive, but he took this as more fuel and a new reason to hit me. My mother wouldn't help. There was nothing I could do." she explained. "So you ran away." said Sly finishing the story for her. She nodded slowly in reply, still facing away from him. "Well you have me now." he said comfortingly. "Until you get tired of me. Then you'll send me back to my parents. This isn't my first time running away." she said. "I did say that I'd try to help you didn't I?" he said with a smirk. "Others have said that too." she replied. "That may be true, but did those others have a friend with a nightclub who just happens to be looking for a dj to work the turntable? The very same turntable you were using?" he asked smugly. "What?" she asked. "I'll tell my friend about you. I'm sure that she'll hire you. Then we can go about finding you a place to live. You can call your parents after that." he said comfortingly. Penny choked back tears as she hugged the wolfox happily. "Thank you Sly." she said seriously. "You're welcome Penny." he replied, hugging her back. The next day Sly brought Penny to a place called the "Crescent Club", and once they went inside he called down his friend. "So this is the kid you wanted me to see Sly?" asked a white rabbit wearing a kimono walking up to Penny. She eyed the girl up and down. Penny was nervous. She felt as if she was being judged like a piece of meat. "Hmm...She doesn't look like much of a dj, but if you say she's good I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and give her a trial night at the booth. I'm having a special premier night next week for the company that loaned me the money to get this place before the club opens. I haven't booked a dj yet and if you're sure she can fill that spot, she gets the chance." said the bunny seriously. "Always so serious about everything Addriene. Yes I am sure you will not regret doing this." replied Sly. "I am serious because this is my business. This club is my child. I have to help it grow and I can't have things impeding that growth. Okay Miss Lincoln. You've got your shot. Don't waste it." said the bunny. "Thank you ma'am." replied the vixen sheepishly. "She's a bit of a grouch isn't she? I don't get it. You're so laid back. How did you become friends with her?" asked Penny curiously as they exited the club. "Ah she's okay when you get to know her. She's serious right now because she took out a lot of money to try to get this place started and she's worried that it might fail as a lot of businesses do. Give her a little time." replied Sly. "So what do you do?" she asked next. "I'm a writer. I'm just getting started myself. I have to go meet with my publisher again today in fact. I'll see you at the house." he said, waving as he walked off. A week went by quickly as Penny spent every day in Sly's garage practicing on the turntable. But no matter how much she practiced, there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she was not good enough. She put her hands on the console and groaned in frustration as the beat wound down for her current song. "Why'd you stop? You know your big night is tonight." said Sly walking in. "I know. I...I don't think I'm good enough." she said truthfully. "You are good enough Penny. I have heard you play and I can tell you that you are at your best when you are relaxed and having fun. Let yourself relax and you will do fine. Trust me." he said comfortingly. Penny looked at him and suddenly eyed the blue notebook in his hat. "You can make sure of that." she said quickly. "Hmm?" he asked. "You can write me great dj skills can't you?" she asked . "I um...\Sigh\ I can, but that wouldn't be honest. And I know that you can get this job without my help." he replied. "Please Sly. I need help with this." she said, giving him the saddest, biggest eyes she could muster. "\Sigh\ Alright. I'll help you." he said. "Thank you thank you Sly!" she said hugging him tightly. "I'll also write myself invisible to all but you so that I can be there and you can know at least one familiar face okay?" he said. She smiled up at him widely. There was no way she could fail. The big night came and Penny stepped up to the turntable to greet the crowd. "Good evening everyone! Hope you all brought your dancing shoes. Cause I'm about to turn this club upside down!" said Penny into the mic on her headset as the first song began to play. As the night went on she looked around. Sly was there, and as he had told her, he was invisible to everyone present but her. She could feel the confidence and the skills pouring from her as she expertly turned knobs and scratched the records. She was having a lot of fun. And as the night wound down she hoped that it wouldn't end. Penny breathed a little deeply when the last of the guests waved goodbye to her, leaving the club. "You did it." came a familiar male voice next to her. She turned to see Sly standing there. "Did you have fun?" he asked. "It was amazing." she replied. "I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed yourself." he replied with a smirk. Both of them turned when they heard light clapping coming from behind Penny. Addrienne was standing there with a wide grin on her face. "You did well kid. I'm impressed." she said to Penny's immediate smile. "I'd like to offer you the job of full time dj here." she said holding out her hand. Penny went to shake it before the bunny pulled her hand back and connected it to Sly's stomach suddenly. Sly coughed as he fell to his knees. "That is I'd like to offer you the job, but it depends on how my friend here answers my next question." she said sternly. "How...did you know I was here?" asked Sly as his body became visible again. "Shrimp cocktails kept disappearing. Wasn't hard to figure out Sly. And I know you always stand to the left of the person that can see you when you make yourself invisible to others." she replied. "You know me too well Addrienne." he said standing back up. Penny looked nervous. She already could tell where this conversation was going. "Alright Sly. You already know the question I'm going to ask." said the rabbit a little impatiently. "Indeed I do. And I can honestly say that no. I did not assist Penny with my abilities tonight." he said, to both female's surprise. "What?" asked Penny confused. "That's right. The only thing I did with my abilities tonight was make myself invisible. Everything you did up on the turntable tonight was all you Penny. I told you if you had fun you'd be fine." he said taking the notebook from his hat and showing them the last things he wrote in it. "Well in that case Miss Lincoln. I'd like to extend the job offer to you. Congratulations." said Addrienne offering her hand to Penny again. "Th-Thank you Ma'am!" said Penny excitedly shaking her hand. "Please. You can call me Addrienne. Now I hear you'll also need a place to stay. I'm sure you'll need a more feminine companion than the lazy guy there." said the rabbit snapping her fingers suddenly. "Hey. I'm not that lazy." said Sly. "I really wish you wouldn't snap your fingers to me Addriene." said a fennec fox female coming around the corner. "Oh shush. When the club opens I won't be able to call over the music so you're going to have to listen for snap commands coming through your headset. So get used to it. Anyway Penny, this is Mellissa. She's a little older than you and is currently looking for a place to call her own as well. I think that with both of your paychecks combined you might be able to get a decent place together." said Addrienne smiling. "Are you serious?" asked Penny astonished. "I am looking for a roommate. And you look decent at least." said Mellissa. "Why don't you two go on and get to know one another?" said Sly smiling at Penny. "Thanks Sly. Thanks Addrienne." said Penny hugging them both before walking off to talk with Mellissa. "So she wanted you to cheat for her didn't she?" asked Addrienne standing with Sly once the two girls had left. "Of course. I just used the deception as a way to boost her confidence." he explained. "I'm glad you did. Cause you knew that not only would she not have gotten the job, but you'd have been in trouble too if you had helped her." she said seriously. "I was in a little trouble for not helping her too it seemed." he said rubbing his stomach. "That was for sneaking in and stealing food. If you wanted in you could have just asked." she said seriously. "I'll keep that in mind." he said. "A few days later we called my parents. They seemed...happy to be rid of me. They didn't even ask where I was or who I was with." said Penny seriously. "I'm sorry to hear that Penny." said Maneki quickly after hearing that. "It's okay. Sly stepped up and became my guardian and said that I'd always be invited to hang out with him and his family. I met Sakura and Pearl, and later you guys, and I've had fun these past four years." said Penny wiping a tear from her eyes. "And that's my story. A little while later Mellissa and I moved into this house together and this is where we've been since." she finished. The three girls shared a hug together. "Seems Sly has had a big impact on all of our lives." said Luck seriously. "Yeah." they all agreed. "So what foods are you looking forward to eating tomorrow." said Maneki switching the subject. "Candied Yams all the way. Sakura makes the best I've ever had." said Penny quickly. "I'll see your candied yams and raise you Macaroni and Cheese. I bet they would taste good mixed together." said Luck licking her lips. The three girls continue talking late into the night about subjects in the the past and the present. Things fact and fiction, and just enjoy each other's company. The next day after grace is said, the question once again rises of what each person is thankful for. Maneki, Luck, and Penny all look at one another and point to the wolfox at the same time. "We're thankful to have Sly in our lives." they said in unison, making the male blush a little in embarrassment. "I'm very thankful to have you all in my life too." he said seriously. "Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!" they all said together. The End Happy Thanksgiving Everyone
Radiant Needs Part 1 by Runa	Art - TheOwlette Writing - Runa! Cygnovum - Cygnovum Eske - TheOwlette Ceylon - Runa! This is a sequel to "The Last Den in the Valley", a direct sequel. In fact, the opening lines from this story are some of the closing lines of "The Last Den in the Valley". Last Den in the Valley -	[ "Barbs", "Cunnilingus", "Deep Penetration", "Drake", "F/F", "Female", "Gender Shifting", "Gryphon", "Hen", "Knot", "Knotting", "M/F", "M/F/F", "Male", "Oral", "Oviposition", "Plot Progression", "Transformation", "Unique characters" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/696646-radiant-needs-part-1	Radiant Needs The next morning, Ceylon gently woke to find Eske curled up in between his legs and belly, still purring steadily. Her leg offered a gentle kick as she grasped at his plumage again, making him smile. She really was cute, and surprisingly tough for such a small gryph. Being born without wings in this valley was certainly some pretty intense adversity to overcome. Not wanting to wake his host, he shifted his form until they were no longer touching, and he got to his feet, stretching his wings out as he glanced outside. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was almost directly shining into the den's opening, and the gentle fog left over from the storm was hovering in the forest below with pointed treetops peeking out from it. Beautiful day. He got one last look back at Eske before walking out onto the branch, spreading his wings, and dropping into the air to glide off into the distance, continuing his flight to Iorre. Ceylon closed his eyes as the welcome bubble of warm air lifted him high in the sky over the mountains. He had a long way to go to Iorre, and the less flapping he had to do, the less energy he would waste getting there. Thermals were his best friend. He was in the grandest of moods, happy and content as he continued his travels north to Iorre to meet up with his friend Cygnovum - the gryphon who had glowy green flesh - but something felt wrong. While he'd lived many lives, enjoying promiscuity with hundreds of partners, it felt strange and immoral to leave little Eske alone in her den without wings or company. She was so accommodating - both physically and emotionally - that it almost felt like taking advantage of her hospitality to sleep with her and ditch the next morning. They'd stayed together, tied in intimacy for many hours, and now he was just leaving her with what was most certainly a too-large egg resting in her womb. No, he couldn't leave her behind. He had to go back and take her on an adventure; he'd happily bring her back when he flew back over the valley upon his return home. With that brisk thought, Ceylon angled his wing tip, curved his flightpath around the very tip of a mountain, did a barrel roll, and dove back down into the valley. He had an owlette to bring with him, and he couldn't leave her once again lonely by herself in the valley without so much as a wing to take her to better places. As soon as he fully turned back to dive over the valley, his keep eyes picked up on the tiny form of Eske standing out on the branch of the tallest tree, arms flailing wildly at the air to bid her guest adieu. It only took a few moments to return to that tree after flying low over the rest of the forest in the valley. The drake fluttered down to the branch Eske was on, carefully balancing all four feet on the branch as he walked down its length towards her. She seemed more than a little apprehensive of the change in the gryphon's mind. "What brings you back?" She asked, beak flat and wide in a smile as she leaned against the ridge around the opening to her den, one arm draped over her belly, nestled under her petite breasts. Ceylon held his head high and pushed out his breast feathers, inflating in pride. He had to extend his wings wide on either side of himself to balance on the branch. "I just couldn't imagine leaving such a wonderful owlette behind. I come to offer you passage to Iorre, perhaps help you reach out to some others of our kind." Her one ear flopped while the other perked up, head cocking to the side. "Mur?" Apparently this was a foreign concept to the young gryphon. "Do you not want to see the world beyond this valley? The very mountains that make your world what it is obstruct your view to the rest of the wonders out there. Come with me, Eske, share in the delights of the world! If nothing else, I want you to feel the joy of the wind whipping at your feathers. Have you ever flown before?" She chuckled a gentle series of chirps as she daintily walked out across the branch to rub her palm on his lower beak. "Ceylon, dear, I've been beyond the valley many times in the past. It doesn't take long to traverse the forest below and slip out between the mountains. There's a cave system south of here that takes me to the nearest cities on the lake. I have no problems leaving from time to time, just not recently." Ceylon's feathers deflated as he plopped his rump down on the branch, a tiny stump that might have been a branch at one point jabbing at his taint. It was uncomfortable, but he felt sitting was the most appropriate way to proposition the owlette. "But have you flown recently? The trip north would be worth it if only for the feeling of flying. Go on, climb on my back, I'll have you back within a week." It was a rather simple and forthright offer, which he felt would be best with the tiny gryphon that had so easily demanded his genitals slip into hers the night before. A large part of negotiation lay within one's ability to read the other. It didn't surprise Ceylon when Eske happily agreed to his terms. "Okay! Back within a week, right?" She chirped and clapped before darting back into her den without giving Ceylon time to respond his affirmative. Cautious, he tiptoed down the branch to enter the den after her, poking his head in the doorway and calling out, since he couldn't see her on this level. "Eske? Where'd ya go?" His ears could ear clattering below on the level he was too big to reach - the stairwell was about half as wide as he was. While he waited for his response, he looked over to the open area of her home where they had lay the night before, a dark patch with splatters around it where his cum had soaked into the wood and dried. He felt a little bad about leaving her with the mess, but the drake in him was happy to leave his scent with her. "Coming, coming!" He heard after a prolonged period of clattering. "Just getting some of my stuff, can't go on an adventure without rations and provisions!" Another set of cans or pots fell amidst what sounded like books before she appeared in the stairwell below him. She was blowing the candles out as she went, leaving the bottom level completely dark. She was wearing a bag slung over her shoulder and resting on her lower back and tail. "Ready! Let's do this!" Ceylon smiled and backed out of the den, gently balancing on the branch as he did so, wings spread for added stability as the branch bounced and shook beneath his weight. He wasn't the most dainty or light-footed of gryphons, that was for sure. In fact, as far as gryphons go, he was a bit on the chubby side. "Alright, so I got some food, a couple books to read, more snacks, and my personal journal. What else do I need?" her beak was wide with joy, eyes round glistening like twin pools. He used one of his foretalons to open up her bag, chuckling a bit. "Not sure if you need any of that, my dear. We're just going north for a few days. You won't have time to read, so I don't think you need a book. I intend to feed you plenty while we're there, so no worries there. I'd almost recommend leaving all but the journal behind." She stared at him with wide eyes, the corners sagging and quivering like she was about to cry. "Uh, are you trying to guilt trip me?" Ceylon asked with one eyebrow and ear tuft raised, somewhat amused at the fact she felt the need to do that. Rather than respond, she leaned in closer, eyes continuing to quiver as her lower beak chattered. "Please?" She held the bag up close to her chest in both talons. There as a brisk sensation of fatherhood washing over Ceylon as he pondered the scenario a bit, but rather than accept the fatherly notion of permission, he shrugged his wings and laughed. "Up to you, I'm not your maker. But if the weight throws me off balance during flight, I'm dropping you onto the spire of a mountaintop, okay?" "Eeee!" She chirped long and loud as she gave him a hug, tiny arms wrapping around his beefy, feathered neck. "Thanks so much Ceylon! I just hope no den-robbers come by and wipe me clean!" She turned back and clicked her beak as she gave one last look to her home. "Naw, I think it'll be fine. My denmate will be home in two days, and even if anyone wanted to steal from me, it's nothing of value really." She nodded and turned back to Ceylon, motioning for him to lower his beak so she could hop on his shoulders. Ceylon felt a hint of reservation when she mentioned den-robbers. He hadn't thought about that. She was here alone, and it would be so easy to steal her possessions without her here. She was right, her den was high above the canopy and the valley wasn't easy to access in the first place, but she also didn't have any doors or other ways to lock errant critters or passing birds out. He did lower his neck so she could hop onto him, but he wasn't as eager to fly off with her on him anymore. "What are you waiting for? Let's get flying, burd!" She dug her heels into his shoulders and chirped loudly as she pointed to the sky. He wasn't quite ready to leave. He was still balancing carefully on the branch with his wings outstretched. "Are you sure you wanna come with me?" he asked, reconfirming before taking the plunge. "Stop talking, start flying. We'll be fine. If I think about it too much I might overthink it and change my mind and decide maybe I wish'd I went then didn't and....just shut up and fly!" She punched her heels around his neck again and leaned to the side, throwing him off balance just enough that he had no choice but to hopp off the branch to avoid the one below him. He arched his back, curled between the branches below him, and easily glided out from the tree to hover over the tops of all the others in the valley. He was picking up speed fast, as he was descending in altitude, since the valley was higher at one end than it was at the other. No problem, it didn't take him many flaps of his broad wings to regain the height and glide over the mountainside, once again catching the elevator-like thermals that helped him float higher and higher until he was above even the tallest peak. Up until now, he couldn't really hear or feel anything from Eske - the speed the wind was whipping over his ears was fast enough it drained any sound that he might have heard from behind him. It wasn't until he was comfortably soaring the skies high above the horizon that he looked back to check on her. He was surprised to see she had terror in her eyes and she was holding tight to his neck, her legs curled up around his shoulders tight. It would have been uncomfortable for the massive drake, but she was so small and his feather-coat was so thick he barely felt her there. In fact, had he not looked to see her clutching his neck for her life, he would have thought she'd fallen into the valley. "Slow down!" She screeched at him, terror in her eyes as she clawed at his neck flesh under his feathers. He chuckled and turned away to look forward, the slope of the mountain dipping below him to open up into a rocky shield of a forest that spanned as far as even his gryphon eyes could see. Only a single massive river cut the forest in half, a city seemingly in the middle next to a massive lake. "Oh Eske, I can't go much slower than this! You'll have to get used to it and trust me!" he called back to her, not even sure if she could hear him. Now that he was paying attention to her grip, he could feel her loosening her grasp on his neck, so he as sure she heard him and did in fact trust him. Little in the way of words were exchanged between the two through the following hours. Ceylon wasn't the most dainty of gryphons, but he was fast and he managed to go for hours without touching the ground. They soared gracefully over the forest, city, river, and lake heading north until they hit a second mountain range that was the border between Onycherem, Kwotien, and the very top of Yelfrit; they were almost there. Iorre was only another hour or so away, and from atop the mountain they could literally see the glisten of the glass towers in the distance. Throughout their first flight, Eske seemed to loosen up a bit. She didn't talk or cheer or warn Ceylon to slow his flight, but she did gradually let go of his neck and gain the courage to sit up straight on his shoulders, using only her legs to hold on. AS she did that, she spread her arms wide and got a solid look over his head so she felt like she was flying. Her tail had to curl up around the straps of her side-bag, or else it would have flapped in the wind and likely tore her from his back. Once they landed atop a high mountain plateau, Ceylon lowered his body to the ground so she could hop off and exhaust some of her excitement. Once she was off him and back to her - admittedly wobbly - feet, Ceylon shook his wings and folded them on his back as he stood tall, proud of her tenacity. She was too busy trying to stay standing upright while holding back a cheer to even notice his regal stance. "Oh man, that was soooooo awesome!" She shouted, voice pinching into a shrill chirp as she fell to her back, bag landing on the ground beside her. The owlette gryphon giggled as she stared at the clouds floating by overhead, taking in the moment. "I take it you enjoyed that." Ceylon observed, stepping over her and looking down into her eyes. "Just tell me when you're ready to go again. We're almost to Iorre, my friend was expecting me last night, and I would have made it there last night if not for the storm. Whenever you're ready, we can launch again." He nodded solemnly and stepped away from her, giving the tiny gryphon a good long look at his undercarrriage. Another giggle erupted from her as his sheathe passed over her line of sight, but then she sat up straight and wiggled her legs a bit. She had noted his change in tone from the silly fun gryphon he was back at her home to how he was now, and chose to be a bit more solemn with him. She wasn't sure why his mood had changed, but she thought he was perhaps nervous to see his old friend the glow-butt gryph. "We can go in a few minutes, sir. Just let me regain the feeling in my legs, then we can go, okay?" She got to her feet and shakily gained the stability needed to walk around on the rocky plateau, raising her knees high with each step to get the blood flowing to her lower regions. Ceylon walked over to the edge of the plateau and stared over the mountain at Iorre in the distance. "Been years, you know. We've exchanged many letters and kept in touch, but I haven't seen him in years. Miss him, you know." She walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder, leaning into him to absorb some of his warmth - the flight had left her cold to the bone. "He must be wonderful...but enough with the grave mood. This is an adventure for both of us! I'm flying, you're going to see a friend and probably do naughty things to him, everyone wins!" Once again, her voice was a high pitched chirp. Ceylon scoffed at her accurate accusation of his promiscuity. "And what makes you think I intend to do naughty things to him?" "You mated with me only knowing me for like half an hour. I have no doubt you'd enjoy intimacies of a close friend. You are a gryphon, same as me. No need to hide it." "You were going to make me stay out in the rain if I didn't sleep with you." He reminded her. She laughed and leaned into him again, preening idly at his feathers before offering a retort. "You still did it. If you really weren't a horny slut-gryphon, you'd have dealt with the storm, regardless of the danger. Besides, once you felt my lips kissing your member, you took over and clearly enjoyed it. Slut burd." He growled in disapproval. Not because she was wrong, but because she was right. He was an incredibly open gryphon when it came to sex; he rarely said no to a willing partner. He did have one caveat, though. "Well, Cyg's male, and who's to say I'm not straight?" "You're not straight." She said simply. "No gryphon is. Some like to say they are, but once a juicy, tender hole is offered, you can't say no, be it a succulent rump or a hungry slit." she laughed at him and smiled, even though he wasn't smiling back. "Oh, cheer up, Ceylon. You wanted me here, this is all your choice, so now you must deal with me, accusations and all!" Without waiting for another retort, she hopped up over his neck and straddled his shoulder. "Giddyup, we're almost there, you said." Indeed, they were only an hour's flight from Iorre, but suddenly Ceylon was having reservations. He didn't need to stop on this mountain plateau - he had plenty of endurance left - he chose to stop because he couldn't bear to go any farther. He was too anxious to continue. "What's the hold up, Drake. Get flying, I wanna meet this guy so sexy you'd travel cross-border to mate his bum. You said it glows, right? His butt glows? Yeah, no delays, let's do this." She leaned forward and pointed forwards, but not in the direction of the town she thought she was pointing at. With a sigh, Ceylon hopped off the plateau with a powerful beating of his wings, quickly catching a thermal and floating effortless over the mountainside and plains below. Even without the rocks to keep him high in the sky, he was able to glide the rest of the way to Iorre with Eske on his back. It didn't even take an hour. The winds were at his back, so it only took about half as long as he'd predicted, which meant he was only half prepared to meet with his friend. Cygnovum's home was actually a marvel of cliff-cave architecture. To the eastern side of Iorre was a massive cliff that had a waterfall cascading over it into the lake that the town surrounded in a crescent moon. Cygnovum lived in the cave system behind that waterfall, so he had a steady supply of fresh water and even the occasional fish to nom. Ceylon was happy to see that his friend still lived in the same cave he'd visited before. There was a small platform specifically for gryphons and other guests to land far to the side of the waterfall, so Ceylon fluttered gently onto it before freezing at the glow-gryph's door. He could see a gentle green glow through a slit in the side of the cliff, proving not only that this was Cyg's home, but that he was here and waiting. Now was the time. Either knock or fly away. There was really only one option for Ceylon, so he rapped the crest of the beak on the large wooden door as Eske hopped off him, idly preening her feathers so she could be presentable to her host - a gryph she'd never met before. While she was still preparing herself and Ceylon was breathing heavily - nervously - the door swung open to show a mostly gray and white splotched gryphon with patterns of green on his neck, rump, and in his eyes and maw. The vibrant green spots were literally glowing, their reflection illuminating his doorway and making Ceylon look like he had been dipped in dye. "Ceylon!" Cygnovum exclaimed, leaping forth to give a wing-hug to the larger drake before pulling away and looking Eske up and down. "And who might this lovely biped be?" Eske blushed at the attention. "I-I'm not lovely, really. Not sure if you can call a wingless gryphon lovely." Ceylon noted her sudden shift in attitude and wing-nudged her. "What are you talking about, you're born the way you're born, don't be shy or bashful about it!" He then turned to look at Cygnovum. "Her name is Eske, she sheltered me while a fairly severe struck in the valley south of here. Would have been here yesterday if not for that wretched storm. I hope you offer her the same accommodation you'd offer me." he bowed and waited for the green-aura'd gryphon to respond. There wasn't even a moment's hesitation, he happily chirped his approval. "Why in the world would I say no to a lovely gryphoness, wings or not? Come in, come in. Follow me, we'll get you set up in my guest-nest!" HE turned and swished his tail at her beak before disappearing down the hallway. The walls had a gentle glow of green thanks to his bio-luminescent flesh, Despite actively trying to be courteous by not glancing at the underside of Cygnovum's tail, Ceylon noticed that there was a glowing slit of flesh where the drake's testicles should be, and that caught his attention. He motioned for Eske to follow him as he hopped after Cygnovum, inquiring about this shift in form. The glow-drake was usually, well, a drake. Male. Yet here he was lacking any male parts, instead showing off his luminous lips, seemingly on purpose. "Cyg, I hope you don't mind my asking, but I see you're currently...not the drake I thought you were. What happened there?" Cyg stopped and turned his head to look over his shoulder, a wide grin spread across his beak. "Friend of yours did that to me. Serpent-lady. She passed through Iorre a few weeks ago and I managed to get her alone for a night. Mentioned you, and she said she'd be absolutely enthused to help me out. One wild night later, I wake up and find she's taken my drake-parts. Not that I mind, really, this has been a lot of fun." Ceylon's nares flustered, a deep hue of pink piercing the ebon flesh and beak. Leera was his mate, yet she and he had a long-standing agreement that they could happily help and enjoy the company of others. He wasn't jealous - both he and she understood the parameters of their agreement - he just didn't often think about the things that went on with her and the other partners she'd accrued throughout her travels. The thought of her powerful body wrapping around Cyg's form, followed by intense passion and a full-bodied insertion into her womb (because that's her preferred method of helping others transform their bodies) aroused him greatly. He tried not to show it as he prodded his now-female friend for more info. "Oh? Tell me more, I want to hear all the juicy details!" Eske found herself trailing behind Ceylon as the two quadrupeds continued heading towards what she assumed was the living room. Her shyness was starting to come out. "Oh, I'm sure you know all you need to know, Ceylon. I don't think it's all that polite to talk about such things with such a meek guest in our midst." he looked back and pointed his beak to Eske. "Not that I would normally be shy about such things, but you seem uncomfortable. Can I get you something to eat? I have a nice, well-cooled cellar with some vermin that I use for snacks. Probably be a nice appetizer or small meal for you." She nodded and stepped out from behind Ceylon, chirping happily. "Sure! That would be great. Lost some of my rations on the flight here; legs are still a little wobbly!" Ceylon clicked his beak and pushed into her, practically squishing her against the rock wall. The thunderous roar of the waterfall on the other side of the cave gently reverberated through the surroundings, drowning out some of his gentle laughs at her apparent shyness. "Why in the world would you be so shy, Eske? We just met last night and you invited me in and demanded a certain parrt of my anatomy to take refuge in a certain part of yours. I don't think that's something a shy owlette does, is it?" She blushed again and hid her face from an onlooking Cygnovum. "I-I'm sorry about that, really I am. I was just in heat, and as you know, it'd been so long since I felt the embrace of a drake. I don't get a lot of visitors and I, uh, you know. Forgive me?" "Psh. Nothing to forgive. I had fun, and so did you." he gave her a playful nudge again before jauntily hopping forth, passing Cygnovum to enter what seemed like the main area of the cave. Against the rock wall by the edge of the cliff, there was a semicircle slit of opening, giving a view over Iorre and the side edge of the torrent of water that crashed over the cliffside. There was furniture in the room - mostly bean-bag chairs and hammocks - to the other side of the room away from the gentle mist that wafted in, as well as a series of doors that must have lead to the other rooms of the cave and a big, green rug in the middle of the floor. "Now if you don't mind, I've been flying a lot, I'd like to rest!" He hopped up onto one of the hammocks and rolled over onto his back, using his wings to cradle himself in the woven rope. Cygnovum followed, happily plopping his - er, her - rump on one of the bean bag chairs, beak agape and tongue lolling out as he invited Eske to join hi.....her. "Come on, don't be shy, we're all gryphons here." he assured the owlette, grabbing a pillow with his beak and tossing it over to her. "Sit!" Still a little shy but slowly warming up to the brash, shameless gryphons she'd visited, she reluctantly sat on the pillow, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees, tail curls up behind her. "Okay. Okay. You've convinced me. So, uh, since we're here, I just have to ask, what made that snake friend of yours play such a joke on you, making you female?" Both Ceylon and Cygnovum chuckled, but Ceylon spoke first. "That's actually my mate, Leera. She does stuff like that from time to time, tricking horny people of all species, and giving them transformations or magical buffs that help them. If I know her was well as I think I do, this was no prank, this was a favour. Am I right?" he looked over at Cygnovum for clarification. "Indeed. I suppose it's kind of a prank, I didn't ask for it, but as I disappeared into her, I fantasized about what it would be like to have such abilities. Last thing I remember before waking was her womb turning semi-hard around me as her flesh tightened, and I had a dream of being full of eggs myself. When I woke, I was changed, and I honestly couldn't have been happier!" Eske clicked her beak a bit as she pondered the details of the glow-gryphon's tale, as well as Ceylon's assurance. "So, she takes you inside her womb, and rebirths you, in an egg?" "Pretty much. She's huge, so it's not painful or anything, just true bliss." Cygnovum's eyes went passive as she fantasized about the encounter again, her rump waggling gently on the bag-chair. Ceylon swung his head around over the side of the hammock to get Cyg's attention. "Let me guess, she did that to you, and left you with some sort of a note saying you were going to enjoy this form for 'one cycle', right?" Cyg's expression went blank as he clamped his beak shut. "Y-yeah, that's exactly what happened. How'd you know?" "I taught her that. Used to do it myself when I did similar things to my friends. Put some magic in myself, transformed to female, trapped a dragon in me, then laid them back out again as their new form with precisely enough residual magic in them to last for precisely one estrus cycle. They'd climax at the end of the cycle with an unbearable heat that left them wanting more, so it's kind of a trap." "I...see." Cygnovum hung her head as she stared at the floor. "So I imagine you know why you're here, then?" "We're here to visit a friend, and get out of that musty old den back in the valley. What did you have in mind?" Eske asked innocently, completely oblivious to Cyg's confession. But Ceylon explained it easily. "Cyg's in heat. He, er, she needs cock. Same as you did. I know most gryphon cycles are every few weeks, and Leera was here a few weeks ago. Timing works. She invited me to give her a proper rutting. Well, she couldn't have known when I got the invitation, but that's clearly what she wants from me." "Oh." She looked over to see Cygnovum gently waving her tail, beak gaped in an eager grin. "Will you be needing me as well?" The glow-gryph nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! The more the chirpier it is, you know?" she hopped up off the bean bag chair she was on and hopped over to Eske, pushing their beaks together in a gentle nuzzle. "You don't mind, do you?" She pulled back from the affection, holding the green beak away from her at arm's length. "I'm not really against it or anything, I just wish I'd known in advance that we were planning that. Truth be told, I'm not really in the mood. That drake over there gave me a rather large egg to handle as it is, so my needs have been taken care of. Can't really say I'm all that interested." Ceylon looked back over the side of his hammock to see Cygnovum's rump aimed at him, but he was focusing on Eske's claim. "You're with egg? Fantastic!" "Not that fantastic." She countered. "I can feel it in me, there's no way this thing is coming out of me comfortably. Owl eggs should be small, not massive like this." She held her fist up to show a usual owl-gryphon egg, then put both of her palms about one head-length apart to show what the egg inside her felt like. Ceylon's eyes gaped open and he clicked his beak shut, not responding further. He didn't have any encouraging words for her. On the other talon, Cygnovum certainly had some interest in this gravid owlette. Before Eske could stop the glow-gryph or protest, Cygnovum pushed against her and pinned her on her back in the middle of the floor, towering over the smaller gryph as the quadruped nuzzled at her belly. "Mmmm, nothing more beautiful than a hen gravid with egg." Cyg cooed as she rubbed her beak side to side across Eske's belly, feeling the round orb inside her. "Do you mind if I....have a taste?" Eske was confused, but her internal questions were soon answered as Cyg took a step back, lowered her head to the ground, and nuzzled between the owlette's legs, beak-crest parting the tiny one's lips. She let out a slight gasp and found herself spreading her legs to let Cyg have a go at her, but then immediately clamped her thighs shut, embarrassed that she'd so easily 'opened up' to this stranger. "S-stop, please. I'm really not so sure this is a good idea." She curled up in a ball and fell to her side, protecting her body from the invasive green tongue that was poking at her sex. "Are you sure?" Ceylon asked, still rolled up on the hammock. With that, he hopped off it with a flutter and pressed his own beak up against the glowing, green-fleshed lips under Cyg's tail. "Because I know I'd like a taste, too!" he prodded between Cygnovum's hind legs, lifting his beak up to rub against the clearly moist flesh that was dripping fluids down her inner thighs. He felt a few drops of it land on the inside of his lower beak, so he licked it up and swallowed it, the flavor buzzing on his taste buds. The glow-gryph's juices were tangy and sweet, like liquid candy. Perhaps it was the glow, or perhaps it was Leera's doing. Regardless, it was certainly a flavor that no drake could resist, lest not Ceylon. With a certain greed in his gullet, he pushed his beak tip into the opening, prying it apart as his tongue lapped at the soft flesh, sampling every drop that trickled into his beak and moistened his gums. "Rrrrh! Y-yes, ow, careful!" Cygnovum thanked, then cautioned the equally eager gryphon, pushing her whole body back against the black-beaked beast that was slavishly licking at the glowing folds. Her legs grew weak as she tried her best to not tighten around the invading beak, but she couldn't help herself. As she clenched her thighs tight, the pressure forced Ceylon out of her, leaving him with the crest of his beak resting neatly between her folds. "Hey, what gives?" he asked, offering a long, swirling lick around the tiny lamp-like green nub of flesh that was Cygnovum's brightly illuminative clit. Seemed the more blood flowed to it, the larger it got, and the more sensitive it grew, the brighter it glowed. Like an irresistible button, Ceylon rubbed his beak back and forth across it, eliciting gentle twitches of pleasure from Cyg. Eske remained curled up in front of the glow-gryph on her side, thighs clenched firmly shut as Ceylon continued to prod, poke, and lap at Cyg's backside. A gentle, familiar tingle emerged from her core, tickling her own nethers from womb to vent. She really didn't want to get in on this action, but if she didn't do something about her own growing desire, she'd end up doing something far less admirable than idly watching the others enjoy themselves. Protective of the dignity she was trying to uphold, she daintily trailed her claw-fingers between her breasts and down her belly, over the gentle bulge of egg to tickle at her lips as the Cygnovum's gaped beak chattered in pleasure. IT was a glorious sight to see another in such ecstasy, there can't have been much harm in enjoying herself simultaneously, so she slipped a finger into herself and whimpered meekly with her thighs still held shut so neither feral drake could see her vulnerability. But Cygnovum was no fool, and her luminance-emitting eyes were as perceptive as any gryph. She grinned and chuckled, followed by a series of attempted chirps that were interrupted by her own squeak every time Ceylon's thick, dextrous tongue dragged between her folds or slipped into one of her holes. "D-don't be shy, Owl." She stepped forth and used her beak to roll Eske over onto her back, eventually digging the hook of it between her knees and wedging her face between her thighs. There was a little bit of resistance, but the owl-gryphon relented and willfully spread her thighs, exposing her moisture-darkened slit. The fur around her sex was dark with the fluids she'd been secreting, tiny trails of the lubricant tickling her rump and the underside of her tail. She was a little embarrassed - and she identified the reason for her shame being that she was gravid and such carnal desires were often naturally shut down during this period - but that didn't matter. As her finger brushed over the button of engorged flesh that was her most sensitive part, her abdomen clenched tight and shifted the egg inside her into such a position she could feel it's narrow tip pressing against the opening to her birth canal. It was a little uncomfortable, but in a relieving way, like she was about to pass an egg. Exactly like that, in fact. Her lower beak trembled as she spread her legs wide, lifting paws up high in the air as she clenched her hands into fists, pushing out against the egg inside her, hoping to force it out. The result pushed a gentle stream of her own juices to burst from her opening to splash on Cygnovum's beak. The female-shifted drake paused and pulled her head up, temporarily ignoring Ceylon's attention to her backside as she licked the Eske-squirt-juices from her beak. She clicked her beak and smiled before eagerly burying herself between the owl-gryphon's legs, emulating Ceylon's beak-parting sex-opening invasion on the tiny woman. It wasn't as successful, as Eske remained far tighter and with less in the way of magical buffs to compensate for the broad-beaked invasion. Sensing this, Cygnovum restrained herself from pushing in too far, rather focusing on her tongue darting in and out of the little one's birth canal. Ceylon, on the other wing, had pulled back from his delicious, candy-flavored gryphon lips to see what his little hens were up to. He saw Eske spread her legs for Cyg, grunt and push down on her belly, squirt, then get tongue-lashed feverently. The view urged him to continue his own taste-testing on the sweetest gryph-pussy. He hopped up on Cyg's rump, using his thumb claws to pry at each of her lips, pulling them apart to gape her open from lips to womb. Unlike most gaping holes, this one self illuminated so he could see every crease of flesh, every glob of self-made lubricant, and every detail of every cm of sex, including the engorged, rounded cervix at the other end. The view, coupled with the illumination and his own immensely sensitive eyesight gave Ceylon an instant fantasy of burying his beak in this cavernous, open flesh. He knew he couldn't do that for his own magic would likely counteract Leera's gifts, so instead he focused on burying another part of himself in Cygnovum. If not beak, then cock. As if woken from a slumber at the fantasy of slipping into glowing, green flesh, Ceylon's cock stirred and throbbed, growing until its girth pressed out against the soft, tender walls of his sheathe. The barbed tip slipped from the moist, fluid-dripping opening with tiny splashes of lube as each and every barb splayed out in the open air. This cock was growing cold in the cool cave, so it needed to be snug and warm inside another - silly and juvenile as that sounded. When at the peak of arousal, the silliest thoughts could go through one's head. Ceylon stepped back and shook his head, leaving Cygnovum's opening to gently close itself. His length was swinging and dangling free away from his sheathe, knot partially formed as he thought about the silly things he was thinking, and the euphemisms he was using to fantasize about getting his dick wet. "What's the matter?" Cygnovum asked with her beak dripping in eske-fluids. Her tail hiked up and she spread her hind legs for emphasis. "N-nothing, sorry Cyggie. Just caught myself being silly with my thoughts. I just...don't mind me." He shook himself free of the distinctly unattractive thoughts that were clouding his judgement and instead focused heavily on the fresh memory of Cygnovum's gaping, glowing cunt and how wonderful it would feel as his own member slipped into it, the tender mounds of flesh closing down on it from every angle, the opening clamping down around the base of his knot. "Don't leave me hanging." Cygnovum warned. "My home, my rules, you..." She was cut off mid-sentence by a delirium-riddled Eske, who sat herself up, grabbed him by the ears, and shoved his beak between her legs in one rough motion. "Don't leave me hanging eater, hen!" She demanded with more force than either Cyg or Ceylon thought she was capable of. Rather than resist (Cyg wanted that anyway), the glow-gryph pushed and nuzzled into her hard enough to scoot her rump across the floor and right off the rug she was laying on, her tongue disappearing into her folds and sinking so deep her could taste the slightly bitter flavor of egg within her. While cautious to question her discoveries so quick or soon, she still reluctantly pulled away and poked at Eske's belly. "That egg, I can feel it, are you sssssssss...." She was once again cut off as Ceylon lifted a single talon up to rub at her clit in a circular motion. Eske also further shut her up by once again grabbing her by the ears and guiding her beak to the owlette's sex. After a few gentle caresses, Ceylon stopped wasting time and hopped up to Cygnovum's backside, wrapping her talons around the bio-luminescent burd as his cock throbbed and bobbed in the air, carefully aiming itself in all directions as the drake's hips pushed forth, each jab having his cock stab at the gryphoness' rump, the barbs tugging on her fur before being retracted. Cygnovum had a lot to concentrate on as his place in the middle between her guests meant he both had to concentrate on the motions of his tongue and the flavors that followed it, as well as the idle aiming of the drake mounting her and the subsequent unpleasantries of missed shots. Gryphons weren't known for their inaccuracies - not like equines - so both Ceylon and Cygnovum lined up that one perfect time to have the drake's ebon-shafted cock slip into the glowing canal with one fluid thrust. Though it happened in literally a fraction of a second, Ceylon could feel every cm disappearing into the slickened, gooey, tender flesh. Barbed tip parted the lips as his muscles contracted, splaying out the barbs; once it was through, the majority of the shaft slipped in with ease, each ridge slapping between the silken folds until the knot met at her opening, pausing for a moment before popping in. The sudden pressure of her sex exploding with firm drake knot was a completely foreign idea and feeling to Cygnovum, who instinctively splayed out her wings enough to knock over a few tables and pieces of furniture in the room. He stopped licking at Eske a moment as her own contractions intensified - it didn't seem she needed his tongue anymore. Indeed, the egg inside her was slipping out of her womb, the crest of it's tapered end dilating her cervix in a most uncomfortable way. It'd have been immensely painful if not for the flood of endorphins and other hormones that were suddenly coursing through her frame, dulling the pain and associating it with pleasure. With that mental modification to her form and function, she couldn't help but grunt and clench her entire body tight to apply pressure to her womb. Ceylon's six-bulbed knot practically exploded in only a few rapid throbs inside Cygnovum's sex, growing increasingly snug within the luminant flesh right as Cygnovum felt a sudden lurch against his beak, the egg's thickest part slipping out though the little owlette's womb opening. The pressure practically deposited her egg directly in his maw, goopy mounds of birthing lubrication resting in his lower beak as he froze stiff, unsure of what to do on either end. Filling gryphon knot stuck in him from one end, massive, head-sized egg lodged in his beak. "Oh, that came out far easier than I expected." Ceylon panted gently from over Cygnovum's shoulder, his form resting heavily on hers, their two bodies pressed against each other. He was, of course, referring to Eske's new lay, an egg so big that it left her ruined pussy gaped, a river of clear fluid trickling down over the taut ridges of stretched flesh to pool around her rump near the base of her tail. She was splayed out on her bakc, beak agape and eyes squinted shut as her toes curled. As the pressure and discomfort from the egg resting on her canal from within subsided, so did her hormones - all of them. Her sexual desire was draining out her alongside the fluids from her depths, and her own flesh was closing up, leaving her feeling a little violated but relieved. Once again, she curled up on her side in the fetal position, tail curled up between her legs to cover her sensitive parts as they slowly regained their tightness. She still felt reamed, the friction from the egg-texture slipping through her leaving her sensitive and prone to gentle twitches - she wasn't sure if it was of pleasure or pain. Cyg remained frozen in place, knot tugging against her opening from within, Egg still resting in her beak. "Not gonna do anything, Glowbutt?" Ceylon offered as he shifted his weight off of Cygnovum. Their rumps remained together as the drake's knot was lodged firmly within his hen. He managed to hop both forelegs off Cygnovum's form, but had to keep one of his hind legs raised and resting on the shifted hen's rump; they were basically just sitting beside each other as Ceylon tried to sit down, forcing Cyg down with him. Cygnovum yelped gently as Ceylon's knot tugged roughly at her once again, forcing her to drop the egg directly on Eske's form, allowing it to rest in the crease between her leg, belly, and breast. She happily held it in her embrace as Cygnovum plopped down next to Ceylon. All three gryphons laid on the glowing one's living room floor, Ceylon gently throbbing inside his host as Eske snuggled up to that same host within her four limbs. Cygnovum had to keep herself from complaining about the position and pressure that was exerted on her nethers, as she wasn't sure if the slight discomfort was normal, but like Eske her hormones made the pain feel more like pleasure, the friction feel like flesh gliding on flesh, and the pressure feel like a direct shot to his pleasure centers. "So, I guess we're going to be here all night, eh you two?" he asked, jovially. Both Ceylon and Eske cutely agreed. Eske curled up closer into his breast feathers, and Ceylon idly preened at the gryphon's glowing neck feathers as they all happily curled up for the night. And boy did they have a hell of a day ahead of them. At least once they'd parted from one another.
Strange Love: The Late Night by Proffesor Kool Kat	I would like it made clear that if you aren't 18+ (or 21+ in some countries) then you should not be here, you also shouldn't be here if you are offended by homosexual anthropomorphic erotica (gay furrie porn) there now that I can't be sued....enjoy	[ "Fox", "M/solo", "Masturbation" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/5172-strange-love-the-late-night	I would like it made clear that if you aren't 18+ (or 21+ in some countries) then you should not be here, you also shouldn't be here if you are offended by homosexual anthropomorphic erotica (gay furrie porn) there now that I can't be sued....enjoy \#################################################################################################################################################################################### Strange Love(Part two):The late night It was Sunday night and M had decided to throw a party in his Club house . John was standing in the corner smoking and reflecting about Fridays occurrences. M was discussing something avidly with one of the group's more muscley body gaurd type members. M padded over to his long time friend and saw the down look on his face. What's up with you man? Nothing, he replied just tired I guess. M had known John for years so could tell that his friend was lying and passed him a 40 ounce of vodka Maybe this will help my friend. he said putting on his best Russian accent. John muttered a thank you and took a long drought from the bottle. Damn man slow down, said M laughing your gonna get alcohol poisoning. John was in a gang called the black snake clan so was M. Actually... M was the one that started it and was pretty happy with It's succes. The real reason they were having the party in the Club house (which was really a shack in the woods they had kicked a hobo out of) was to celebrate a victory in a battle between them and another gang. M, however, was still brandishing a large cut on his arm where a knife had been brought down on it. John had been sitting there for a while. He was so deep in his thoughts he didn't even notice a girl fox sit down right next to him and lean on his shoulder. Hey baby, she whispered into his ear looking for some fun. however John was in no mood for this besides the fact he was gay and replied Get out of here you filthy skank. She stormed off immediately going to M (who had invited her in order to try and turn John straight) arguing with him about something and then left. John knew M had set that up and he hated the way his friend couldn't accept that he was gay. He took a puff of his cigarette which was now almost burned out and then threw it on the ground and stomped on it. He decided he was ready to leave. Hey M, he said I'm outta here man. getting a nod from his friend he got his hoody off a chair and left. Its cold thought John walking in the moon light pulling the hood of his hoody over his head. He had a slight stumble to his walk courtesy of the vodka. He made it out of the woods and on to the street heading home. By the time he got there it was one o' seven in the morning and there was only one thought on Johns mind... He knew his mom wasn't home so the door was locked he never brought a key incase he got jumped and it was stolen. So he climbed through his window right into his room. He immediately removed his shirt revealing his cute furry red chest with white in the middle. Then his pants and boxers which proved that the white part of his chest went all the way down to his crotch. His sheath was already open revealing its head. John used his black gloved paw to stroke it's head. Urging it to come out and "play". sure enough it revealed itself and John immediately laid back on his bed. He immediately began stroking his shaft sending small waves of pleasure coursing throughout his body. His mind traveled back to Friday night when his proffesor had penetrated his tight rear. He remembered the feeling it had given him as his paw sent increasing waves of pleasure throughout his whole body. He pictured his James huge cock in his mouth once more. Sliding his tounge all over it and then tasting his delicious creamy white cum as it shot into his mouth and out of his teachers hard pink shaft. He bucked his hips at the thought causing him to feel even more pleasure as precum dripped out of his cock. His paw slid across his shaft as he thought of his beloved teacher. He started using his thumb to rub the head of his throbbing member as he always did when he felt himself getting close to orgasm. He began accelerating his paw as fast as he could make it go and he felt himself getting closer to climax... That passionate kiss. those burning lips upon his own... thinking about it sent him over the edge, hot bubbling cum shot out of his cock into the air and all over his paw. after laying there for afew minutes with cock in paw he brought his paw up to his muzzle and licked it clean. rolling the taste around in his mouth, savoring it wishing it could have been his proffesors... Tomorrow he though...tommorow he would get his chance to tell James how he felt... and with that comferting thought he fell asleep. By, Proffesor Kool Kat \#################################################################################################################################################################################### end for now \=^-^= Proffesor Kool Kat well Isn't that nice it looks like John really does have something serious on his mind! But I wonder what Proffesor Kool Kat is thinking.... well maybe we'll find out in the next exciting episode of Strange Love! Stay tuned kiddo's!
Amateratsu and the Nine-Tailed Demon by tamati the nine tailed fox	The silence was unbroken, save by the twittering of birds as they went about their cheerful lives. Blossoms drifted down past the shrine of Amateratsu, far off the beaten path, and settled on the shoulder of the solitary figure seated before the shrine, his legs folded in the lotus position as he	[ "Amateratsu", "Anal", "Kitsune", "M/F", "Okami", "Sex", "Vaginal", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249553-amateratsu-and-the-nine-tailed-demon	The silence was unbroken, save by the twittering of birds as they went about their cheerful lives. Blossoms drifted down past the shrine of Amateratsu, far off the beaten path, and settled on the shoulder of the solitary figure seated before the shrine, his legs folded in the lotus position as he meditated, his nine full, fluffy foxtails curling around his body like the petals of a lotus blossom. It was no longer the season for tourists, and the single blossom was obviously out of its normal season as well. This solitary vulpine figure had come to this distant Shinto shrine in quest of the solitude of nature, close to the spirits with whom he sought to commune. His name was Tamati, a nine-tailed black fox. The nine tails slowly twitching in time with the breeze were a sign of his demonic blood. It was a constant struggle to keep his powers under control, to keep the darkness inside of him from growing too great, from springing forth and devouring his soul, and the souls of those around him. Meditation helped. So did the presence of the gleaming, jeweled sword on his back. But meditation could also be a distraction. As the blossom resting on Tamati's shoulder began to glow with a soft radiance, rising once more, lifted on a heavenly gust, he almost didn't notice, so deep within himself had he gone. But when those soft rays touched his dark-furred body, his red-pupilled eyes opened, and he looked up into the heart of what seemed to be a small star. Wonder on his face, Tamati the nine-tailed fox watched as the shining glory before him slowly coalesced, taking on a shape that was familiar to him from the many books on Shinto he'd read, but not one that he'd ever thought he would see outside of his dreams. It was Amateratsu, the sun goddess of Japan. "Tamati-san," the glorious, white-visaged woman addressed him, more beautiful before the fox demon than any mortal woman he had seen before, his soul soaring with awe before the goddess of the sun. "Tamati-san, I have need of you." "Speak, Amateratsu-domo," Tamati said, lowering himself in a respectful bow to the ground. "However your servant can serve you, he will." "It is a danger in the past, Tamati-san," said the glowing goddess, each word speaking past any barrier of language. It was the language of the soul. "My past. My mind is fading even now, losing itself to the form of the wolf. You must save me, Tamati-san." She stretched forth her smooth white hand to the nine-tailed fox, and Tamati reached up, his hands closing on the hand of the goddess. But he never made actual contact. One moment Tamati was kneeling before Amateratsu as she hovered above her shrine, in one of the most remote parts of the Japan, and the next, he was lying sprawled on the green grass. For several minutes he lay there, dazed, disoriented, his limbs not working quite the way they were supposed to. What was wrong? His eyes moved down his body, and suddenly Tamati started up in shock - he was transformed into a large four-legged fox! Fortunately, Tamati soon found that he had lost none of his former poise, and after a little bit of walking around for practice, soon found that he was as skilled on four legs as he had been on two. As a biped, Tamati had been tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, rather out of character for a typical fox. He was also pleased to find that he was similarly enlarged in size in his new shape. Most importantly, his blade still rested on his back, the Lightning Strike, the blade of Amateratsu herself, or so it was said. The thought of Amateratsu was suddenly punctuated by the sounds of battle taking place not far off! Without thinking of how he might use his new body, and especially the gleaming blade resting on his back, cleaving to his fur and the skin beneath, Tamati turned and launched himself forward, racing like smoke on the wind. It was because he didn't think about it that his motions were so smooth, so rapid, as he let himself fade into the concentration of a warrior, his body and his will becoming one. Just beyond a slight ridge in the green landscape, Tamati's sharp red eyes caught sight of a stately white wolf with streaks and whorls of red on her body, as though painted. She was a feral like he was, a blade on her back that was the mirror of his own. H knew instantly that she was a female by her sweet scent, strong and pure in her wild beauty, and to his supernatural sight, he could see a swirling circle of colors on her back, the sunbeam emblem of Amateratsu, the sun goddess of Japan. Was it she? Such thoughts had to wait however, for this lone wolf was surrounded by hunched, dark shapes, hideous creatures wearing masks, baskets and face-covering amulets to conceal their features. It was as though they were such abominations that they were ashamed to show their faces to the light of day, or even to their victims. They were everywhere! A quick sweep of his eyes brought Tamati a count of at least fourteen of the vicious creatures, each wielding implements of death and torture that looked more suited to the Devil's kitchen or a farm in the Hells than to a battlefield. He got the impression from the smoke filling parts of the battlefield that there had been many more, but the mighty white wolf goddess had acquitted herself mightily indeed. But she was in a mortal form now, despite all her powers, and her divine might was lessened by the new shape. She could die like this, the sun emblem above her back snuffed out forever. No! With a loud snarl of fury, Tamati leapt into the fray, his jaws snapping again and again, tearing through the body of the monstrosity nearest to the outer circle of the fray. At first his jaws met foul-tasting flesh and cracked bone with sickening sound. A moment later, however, the vile substance that made up the demon lost its consistency, and it vanished in a puff of vile smoke. Accosted by an unexpected ally to their foe, the darkling beasts spun, whipping out their blades and clubs and other implements of lethal force to defend themselves as well as to wreak terrible death on the pair of canids, dark and light, now facing them. His jaws working without thought, a natural extension of his warrior's body, Tamati crunched down on the leg of one of these creatures, bringing him down, before leaping straight at its face, wide vulpine jaws crunching down as the creature screamed hideously before vanishing in black-purple smoke as the first had. Not far off, Tamati sensed more than saw as the wolf, who he was already thinking of as Amateratsu, the same being who had brought him here, jerked her head violently to the side, tossing the limp body of one of the monsters into the air, its form breaking apart in midair to vanish into smoke. A moment later she completed the motion, her jaws closing around the hilt of the shining blade on her back, the Thunder Edge, the weapon of the goddess. Amateratsu's whole body jerking now in the opposite direction, using the momentum she had built up before to add strength to her swing, the beautiful and mighty white wolf spun, the red markings of her body flaring with divine fire as she tore through a swath of the monsters, their screams the stuff of nightmares as they were flung back into whatever pit had first spawned them. So distracted was Tamati as he was watching the beautiful and bloody goddess of the sun, his jaw dropped open as he was stunned by her feral majesty, his heart seeming to stop for a time, so powerful were the feelings she inspired in him, that he let his guard drop, a heavy spiked iron club coming down on his back, tearing into his supernatural flesh. If he hadn't been wearing the Lightning Strike on his back, the unbreakable metal turning some of the blow to the side, such a strike would surely have broken his spine! With a sideways jerk up and forward, Tamati tore out the throat of the vile thing, letting his jaws continue their motion just as he'd seen the wolf goddess do a moment before. His jaws closed on the hilt of his Lightning Strike - a Thunder Edge that would exist in the time and place from which Tamati had been taken, he realized - and spun himself with such force and vigor, that he ended up facing exactly where he'd been before he swung. All around him he heard the sounds of dark smoke bursting from the bodies of the fallen demons, victims of his strike. Several heartbeats passed, Tamati and Amateratsu standing rump-to-rump, their eyes wary, watchful. But no further enemies presented themselves, no more signs of the vile blighted creatures remained to be seen. Tamati began to turn, then, his head tilting to let the Lightning Strike slide smoothly onto his back once more. But as he turned to face the she-wolf he'd helped to protect, his red eyes widened as he found himself staring down the point and blade of her version of the blade he had just sheathed. "It's the Ninetailed Kitsune, Ammy!" called out a high-pitched voice, as a tiny figure jumped up and down on the white-furred wolf's back. "He's come back!" Then Tamati's red eyes met those dark orbs of the goddess, so deep and clear, like bright stars. He couldn't look away, couldn't move under their piercing intensity. She saw him, more fully and completely than any mortal could. The fox demon's nine flowing tails dipped respectfully to the goddess, their black inner fire lessening to show his reverence to her presence, and Tamati lowered his forelegs in a vulpine kneeling position, as he felt was proper before a deity of such beauty. For a long moment he held himself like this, his head lowered, leaving himself exposed to her choice, whether to deal out life or death. Finally, her eyes softened, and the Thunder Edge slid back into place on 'Ammy's' back. "Ammy, why don't you strike him?" demanded the tiny figure. "Oh, I see. You think he's not an enemy? Well...I suppose he did help us. And he's not half-bad for looks, either. Not at all like that nasty Kitsune, now that I really look at him." The tiny figure hopped up and down several times, now addressing Tamati directly. "I'm very sorry I thought you were the Kitsune. That nasty creature tried to kill us before, you see. We're very grateful for your help." What a strange little man. How did he know the thoughts of the goddess, anyway? These thoughts had just crossed Tamati's mind, when he felt, rather than heard, the will of the goddess Amateratsu in his mind. This came in the form of impressions rather than words, and Tamati suddenly understood the situation. Before, Amateratsu had been able to speak because she was a complete being, filled with her divine powers. But now she was only a creature of instinct, an essential part of her divinity stolen from her, torn away by a monster known as Maoh-Daimyo, a terrible demon lord who sought to become a god by stealing half the soul of Amateratsu herself. For now, then, she was just "Ammy," as Issun, the flea-sized artist on her back, had called her. Ammy's head dipped slightly, the sun emblem on her back rising above her head in its radiance, and immediately Tamati felt his body, sore from the blow he'd taken, be healed of its every hurt. "I don't know why you trust this guy, Ammy," Issun said with an almost indignant hop. "I mean, we could do this stuff on our own, probably. It's just one demon lord, after all." Then the little man with the overlarge hat paused on Ammy's ear, apparently conversing in a way that only he could sense. Tamati could almost swear, though, that he saw the little man turn pink with a powerful blush. "Oh," Issun then said, sounding rather embarrassed. "Oh, I see. Um, well, I suppose that we'd better get moving again, huh?" He hopped up and down once more, turning to speak directly to Tamati. "Didn't you hear? Maoh-Daimyo is making a poor village give him a virgin sacrifice! He thinks it'll give him the power to become a god at last. Not only do we have to get Ammy's goddess half back, we have to save the girl! Come on!" He'd no sooner said this than Ammy turned her shapely feral rump to Tamati, and raced off with an almost teasing flick of her red-ringed white tail. This motion left the nine-tailed fox demon stunned for several beats, his jaw dropping once more. Did...did the sun goddess of Japan just flirt with him? Such thoughts, however, had to be set aside. There was a maiden to save! Launching himself forward, finding his four-legged body strong, powerful, the equal of any like-sized wolf - and he was the size of a very large wolf, despite his vulpine ancestry - Tamati soon caught up with Ammy, who seemed to have been waiting for him. As he came equal with her neck, she started to run faster, harder, her mouth opening in a lupine grin that was part tease and part challenge. Could he keep up with her? She was daring him to try, even as the outline of her body started to blur with her rush of supernatural speed. Tamati would have only a glimpse of pink as the divine wolf Ammy flicked her tail upward, taunting Tamati to try and catch what he'd seen, before she was off faster almost than his eyes could follow. Incentive like that didn't happen too often! Tamati's nine tails streaming behind him like a black-fire bonfire, the demon-blooded fox jerked himself forward, his paws pounding the ground with desperate strength, the ground and landscape blurring around him as he sought to keep up. Keep up with a goddess? Impossible! But he had to try, felt the need to do so deeply in his bones. He had to follow the goddess. Had to serve her. This desperate need drew his head equal with Ammy's flank, his tongue lolling out as he panted with his efforts to keep pace. She was fueled by the powers of her divinity, and for him to even manage to keep this speed, enough to almost keep up, was a feat in itself. But for all the strength of his powerfully-muscled body, Tamati couldn't keep up this pace forever. He was demon-blooded, while she was a goddess. This thought on the power of a goddess then struck Tamati's mind, and he let his will flow into the Lightning Strike. The blade shifted on his back, rising upward from his shoulders and lower spine, the blade receding, the intricate hilt extending, until soon, a pair of gleaming metal wings extended from Tamati's back. It was the weapon forged with the power of the very goddess he was pursuing. With such power, instantly Tamati rushed forward, equaling the pace of Ammy in a thrice. She looked at him with a silently laughing mouth, pink tongue lolling out in her good humor. He returned the look with a smile curling the edges of his own muzzle, and moved closer to her, daring to let his hips brush against her own. This close to the divine wolf, Tamati realized that, despite everything, she was smaller than his more muscular, masculine frame, her body dainty and delightfully feminine. Her smell was sweet, and his red eyes closed slightly as he savored it. Of course, that was when Ammy bumped him back with her hips, making the fox demon's flight-driven run stumble slightly. With a final teasing flick of her tail, sending her delicious scent straight to his brain, even as it rewarded him with another tantalizing glimpse of the precious pink treasure beneath her tail. Given such incentive, it was all that Tamati could do to keep following, legs and metal wings pounding the ground, his tails streaming lines of dark fire behind. \* The feeling of the village was somber indeed as the two canids, wolf and fox, walked through the streets. Even Issun, the flealike man who never seemed to shut up, was silent. It was oppressive, the only signs of life in the entire village coming from its bar, where several men as well as women could be seen, mournfully drowning their sorrows in round after round of alcohol. "I can't take this feeling, Ammy," said Issun finally, hopping up once on her back. "I don't think you need me, do you? Not for this fight. Not when you've got your new foxfriend to help you. I need to drown my sorrows in sake right now. Sake and sweet, sweet love." The little man hopped up and down once more, his tiny head motioning slightly towards a sad-eyed young woman who was sitting, sighing as she gazed longingly towards the hill on the far side of the village, where an open-air shrine could be seen, likely the site where the maiden to be sacrificed had been chained. "I think I see a lovely woman in need of similar comfort, don't you agree?" Ammy gave her head a toss, her muzzle curling up in a grin, and Issun hopped off, bouncing away towards the bar, humming the tune to a bawdy bar song. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Ammy!" he called back, and somehow Tamati got a strong feeling of suggestiveness in the tone of the flea-man's voice. Had the little man understood the body language he and Ammy had traded on the way to this place? He'd certainly seen it, close as he'd been to them both. Oh my, how embarrassing. Thankful that his dark fur hid his blush, Tamati walked a short distance behind Ammy, letting her confident stride lead the way towards the base of the hill. It was steep, but there was a stone-paved path leading up its side, and they both took this way, Tamati noting that Ammy didn't seem to care for subtlety. Her method of approach was straightforward and simple, like the radiant beams of the sun. It made sense, of course, Tamati mused. Ammy, even as a wolf, wasn't a creature of shadows and furtive motions. What she wanted, she got, and while she might be coy and teasing, like the gentle fingers of rosy dawn on the cheek of a sleeper, or indirect and complex like sunlight reflected on rippling water, she never wavered in her purpose, never turned away from the evil. She was a creature of Light just as he was one of Dark, and she strode forthright into the face of danger, fearless and proud as a goddess should be. As they ascended the hill, drawing ever closer to the shrine at the top, Tamati could hear soft sobbing, and knew that it came from the poor girl bound there, awaiting her time to be sacrificed. What a horrible fate! More than sound, however, Tamati could feel something vile, oppressive in the air. There was something coming. Something terrible. His ears poking up over the top of the hill as they reached the top, Tamati joined Ammy as they both peeked over a rock near the shrine, crouching side-by-side as they took sight of the place and its dangers. Chained beneath the broad roof of the open-air shrine to a pair of stone pillars was the maiden, slender and beautiful, her dark hair fallen about her sweet face, round as the moon, as she cried softly, arms extended as they were held apart by the chains binding her. She was dressed in a silk kimono of blue the color of the sky after a storm has passed. Tamati instantly felt his heart go out to this unfortunate, beautiful creature. He had to help her, had to save her, whatever the cost to himself. It was at this moment that the terrible, heavy weight of oppression grew even stronger. Tamati's eyes rose upward, following a further trail from the green hill that ran up, up, and still up a long, winding rocky path, all the way to a great and terrible mountain, its sides devoid of the greenery that graced the hill at its base. Of course, Tamati knew that such a mountain didn't exist in the Japan that he knew. While this little shrine looked just like the one from which he had been called by the goddess before arriving here in this time and place, the mountain certainly had not. It was a place of evil, radiating outward with vile, malicious intent. The mountain was part of the landscape of the Hells, transported to this world as a home for the vile creatures that now populated it. His eyes following that trail, Tamati could see those vile creatures clearly as they descended the wide, winding path leading up to the darkness that shrouded the mountain. They were hideous beasts, some with masks or baskets and walking on two legs, like the monsters that he and Ammy had fought before. Others walked on four legs, or six, or eight, or none at all. Some slithered, some walks, some scuttled, and others flew. It was a small demonic army! This realization came following fast on the realization that only he and Ammy stood between this army and the sobbing maiden chained before them, her sweet, pure scent a tantalizing impression on Tamati's sensitive nostrils. At the fore of the vile band now almost at the shrine was a huge creature, as much a boar as a wolf or a bear or a man. He rippled with muscle as well as fat, hideously bloated, his stench sickening, like brimstone. This terrible creature, who had to be Maoh-Daimyo himself, set foot on the sacred ground of the shrine, and then gave a hearty, bellowing laugh. "So those weaklings gave up their precious shrine maiden after all!" he said, stepping forward to cup the chin of the young woman, lifting her head, making her look him in the eyes, and at the same time letting Tamati see that she was gagged as well as bound. "You're a pretty one after all," Maoh-Daimyo said in approval. "What, you thought I'd kill you? Silly girl! There's far better ways to dine on virgin blood, you know, than to drink it from a girl's neck." He laughed, and the ghastly hordes behind him laughed as well, the sound hideous coming from so many misshapen throats at once. The slip of a woman shuddered at the touch of the horrible demon king, and then cried out as he suddenly tore her kimono's folds apart, baring her smooth, upturned breasts to his vile gaze. "Mmm, nice tits," he chortled, reaching up to grab them, mauling them in his vast palms, before he bent to close his huge muzzle around one, almost engulfing it completely with his immense size. "Tasty, too," he said with a grin, before starting to messily lather the squirming, crying girl's beautiful, perfect breasts with his ugly muzzle and tongue. It was too much! Trading a brief glance with Ammy, the she-wolf giving the least of nods, the pair of canids leapt to the top of the stone overlooking the shrine. Ammy's head tilted back, and she gave a long, lingering howl that carried like sweet silver in the air. Instantly, the vile stench of the demon horde was driven away by a pure, rushing wind, and all the faces and eyes of the creatures assembled there, as well as the eyes of the sacrificial maiden and Maoh-Daimyo himself turned toward the majestic white wolf, her sun disk shining behind her in radiant glory, visible to all assembled there. "It's the other half of the goddess!" Maoh-Daimyo suddenly bellowed, releasing his hold on the maiden to stomp forward, gesticulating wildly towards Ammy and her dark vulpine shadow, crouched in front of her, ready to strike. "Get her, you fools! Take her alive if you can, but her corpse will serve almost as well!" With a scream of many voices as one, the demon horde came on, pouring over the green grass like a black tide, limbs and bodies scrabbling like a host of sickly spiders. Lumbering, brutish creatures took up the rear, some taller and broader even than Maoh-Daimyo, though none with his aura of sheer, malevolent power. The brutish demon lord, meanwhile, held back, content to watch as his enemies were crushed, the lupine half of the goddess he'd imprisoned taken as well to seal his desires for divinity. But the headlong charge of the demon army did not go unchecked. Suddenly, as his hackles raised, his limbs tensing in preparation to lunge forward in the defense of Ammy, willing to sell his own life to save her own, Tamati suddenly felt a bright, overwhelming warmth that engulfed his body. It was Ammy! Her sun disk rose still higher, light pouring down from it onto the dark demon fox's body, filling him with her divine spark of energy. The demons paused at the rush of divine fire, their charge breaking as they stared at Tamati, whose muzzle split in a demoniac roar more like that of a lion than any sound a fox could make, even one of his size and musculature. His eyes opened wide, red light streaming out, as his body expanded, growing larger, more powerful still. Then, with a jerk, Tamati rose up onto two legs, snatching the Lightning Strike from his back as he took his humanoid shape once more, his body burning with a terrible black fire, no longer just his tails, but every strand of his fur inundated with searing dark light. The brightness of Amateratsu was feeding his darkness, fueling his power with divine might. It was more power than he had ever felt before, more than either he or Ammy could have mustered alone. But combined, her powers acting to bolster his own, the whole was now greater than the sum of its parts. Vastly greater. Hardly noticing the howl of Amateratsu as she lifted her head once more to the heavens, calling down righteous fire into the middle of the demon horde, scattering their numbers like sticks, Tamati charged forward, right into the heart of the vile band, his tails spread out in a halo of dark, vengeful fire. The Lightning Strike crackled with heaven's fury as he swung it again and again, heedless of bites or stings or cuts or blows. Demons screamed and died on all sides before him, the demon fox wading into their midst like the hand of Judgment come at last for their guilty souls. Vaguely aware of Ammy as she darted forward as well, a shining point of light in the horde of darkness surrounding him, tearing into their midst only a short distance away, Tamati's arms moved, swinging the blade through a line of creatures, severing the humanoid waists, leaving them to flop in halves onto the ground, screaming in their deaths before they dissolved into dark smoke, just like the ones he'd fought before. The air was thick with this smoke as he plowed forward, the clash of divine steel ringing in his ears with each mighty thrust, lunge, or swing. A divine wind blowing over the grounds of the shrine-turned-battlefield, Tamati paused, breathing hard as he looked around for more foes to fight. None presented themselves however. None, that is, save the brutish figure of Maoh-Daimyo, standing not far off with an obscenely huge battle axe in one hand. "You're pretty good," the demon king laughed, hefting the axe up into both his hands. "Let's see how you die." Ignoring the countless multitude of wounds niggling his body, his blood streaming down his fur like beads of living fire, Tamati roared again as he raised the Lightning Strike, catching the devil-made axe on the blade with a shower of sparks that rained down on both their arms, his might pitted against that of the demon king. Both pulled back, then, and swung once more, this time low, sword and axe crashing against each other with a flash of purple flames, then blue, then green as they swung and clashed time and again. Maoh-Daimyo jerked as Tamati lunged forward, the Lightning Strike tearing along the brutish monster's side, spraying black blood onto the green grass in sizzling drops, while Tamati only narrowly tilted his head back to avoid having it taken off by an upward swing of that heavy chopping blade. Maoh-Daimyo was stronger than Tamati, each of his heavy blows making the straight edge of Lightning Strike sting in the demon fox's hands, some almost tearing the blade from Tamati's grip. But Tamati was faster, his greater agility letting him stay a good half-step ahead of the terrible demon lord, leaving many cuts upon the body of the monstrous brute, while only every so often Tamati took a slash across his chest, or a cut on his arms or legs. Still, Maoh-Daimyo didn't tire, while Tamati's endurance had its certain limits. Those limits were starting to be reached as their battle stretched on, the nine-tailed fox's movements slowing, his hands starting to grow sweaty on the hilt of the Lightning Strike, his grip less sure as he turned each blow of the demon king aside. The battle was turning more defensive for Tamati now, and he began to give way. Another strike hammered down onto the sparking Lightning Strike, sending Tamati to one knee, blade lifted up to halt the next blow, and the next, as Maoh-Daimyo gave up any pretense of subtlety, and sought now to just hammer through the demon fox's dwindling defenses. His concentration complete, Maoh-Daimyo was utterly focused on one object: killing the demon fox kneeling on the grass before him, sword uplifted to receive the next blow. This single-minded focus did not allow him to divert attention to anything else. This was his downfall, as suddenly, the Thunder Edge of Amateratsu thrust sharply from the center of Maoh-Daimyo's body, blue fire crackling along its length. Ammy herself was behind the demon, her paws planted firmly on his back as she drove the blade home with her powerful jaws. "No!" howled the demon king, raising his arms to the heavens, his axe held upward in defiance of the sun itself. "This cannot be! I am immortal!" Tamati didn't waste time with a retort as he rose up, his own Lightning Strike swinging in a searing arc, passing between head and shoulders of Maoh-Daimyo, sending his head toppling to the ground, followed a minute later by the body of the demon king himself. His body rapidly decayed where it fell, plumes of black smoke gushing from his neck like a high-pressure oil well, until there was nothing left on the green hillside save for the grass and the soft twitter of the birds as they began to return. "Thank you!" exclaimed the sacrificial shrine maiden, her kimono back in place, as she flung her arms around the broad, well-muscled chest of Tamati, burying her head in his fur. "I cannot thank you enough!" Tamati glanced at Ammy, now sitting nearby, her Thunder Edge thrust point-first into the ground as she watched this, a light smirk on the edges of her muzzle. Her tail wagged a bit as she just watched, seeming to be greatly amused as the beautiful young woman leaned up and kissed Tamati right on the lips of his muzzle. "I am yours," said the maiden, taking a coy step backwards, her cheeks blushing as she looked down shyly. "You have saved my life, and so...if you wish it, I offer you my virginity. My time as a shrine maiden is past, I think. I don't want to face anything like that ordeal ever again." Driving the point of his Lightning Strike into the ground, mirroring Ammy's action, Tamati smiled gently at the girl before him, and reached out, stroking her cheek. "I thank you," he said, finding his voice having returned with the return of his humanoid shape. "But I must decline. It is not that you are not beautiful and desirable. You are both. But...my heart belongs to another, and I cannot bring myself to betray her." The shrine maiden's smile was sweet as well as sad, and she nodded, leaning up to kiss Tamati one more time. "Then she is a very lucky woman, whoever she is," the young woman said softly, before she turned, and hurried down the hill, towards the village. Alone on the hilltop save for Ammy, Tamati slumped in tiredness, the aches and injuries of the recent battle finally taking their toll. Instinct taking its due, he slipped to his hands and knees, feeling his feral shape returning again with a slow creak of muscle and sinew. The change in shape renewed him somewhat, made his body shrug off the worst of his wounds in the same way that it shrugged off his former form. His red-eyed gaze lifted, and he came muzzle-to-muzzle with Ammy's dark, all-seeing eyes. The kiss was unexpected, but Tamati returned it with all the passion he possessed. When Ammy broke it, he was panting, feeling his sheath painfully swollen between his legs. The rush of victory was on him, as well as the powerful lusts of his demonic body, and he felt in his heart that Ammy was offering him a proper prize for his heroism. He had turned down a mortal lover only moments before. Then perhaps he would prefer an immortal one. Taking a few steps away from him, Ammy turned, smirking teasingly over her shoulder, and hiked her tail to the side, revealing the pink parts that he had only caught tantalizing glimpses of before. Now he could see and inspect the sun wolf's beautiful, triangular vulva fully exposed, no mere dream or vision, but a desirable reality. Her triangular vulva was swollen, puffy, and Tamati would realize that Ammy had chosen to drive her near-mortal body into a state of heat. She was offering herself as a sheath where he could quench the desperate heat of his aching shaft, which spilled forth in full readiness, the tip already dripping copiously. Knowing what he was, how his dark nature was almost diametrically opposed to her own brightness, Ammy was still giving herself to Tamati, trusting him completely, letting him claim her very womb with his virile seed with their union of opposites. Who was Tamati to refuse such an offer from a goddess? His muzzle thrust forward, tongue lashing out as he began to lap at the delicious juices flowing from Ammy's sopping sex. She was so wet! It tasted heavenly, just like the juices of a goddess should taste, and Tamati thrust his muzzle forward even more, his tongue penetrating Ammy's quim, driving deep into her slick folds. Yelping at this sudden intrusion into the exquisite tightness of her divine body, the furry goddess carefully turned herself around, making sure not to lose contact between her cunny and Tamati's thrusting tongue, before she dipped her head beneath his hips. Suddenly Tamati felt his achingly hard shaft engulfed by lips far more agile than those of a mere wolf, Ammy's long muzzle taking him right up to the knot. With a whine of pleasure, Tamati started to pump his head with feverish energy, even as he felt Ammy doing the same, working her deliciously smooth tongue along the underside of his heavy foxcock, flicking and then circling the tip as she pulled back, before she took him once more right to the roots, his plump, charcoal-furred balls bumping against her chin. It was too much, and Tamati knew he wouldn't last long like this, even as he tensed his belly, doing all he could to hold off as long as possible. With a shudder, Tamati pulled away from Ammy, his shaft falling free of her muzzle with a messy slurp as she gave his tip a parting lick. His eyes met Ammy's, and she knew what he wanted, how he wanted this encounter to end. Smiling invitingly, she turned to face away from him, lowering her head to the ground, wagging her sleek-furred back end towards him invitingly, tail turned to the side, exposing her slick, painfully swollen cunny for his use. Moving with smooth assurance, Tamati lifted himself up, gripping Ammy's hips tightly, his own hips jerking a little with his eagerness. It was only with an effort of will that the nine-tailed fox kept himself from humping the air like an overeager dog mounting his bitch. Instead, he carefully stepped forward, holding his breath as the dripping tip of his cock jutted forward like a lance, taking his time, not rushing this. This was the sort of opportunity that only came once in a lifetime, if that. Tamati had no intention of ruining it by being too eager. Then the very tip of his shaft touched Ammy's steaming little cunny, and Tamati lost his resolve to self-control in an instant. His hips hunched, and he gave a long, drawn-out moan as he sank inch after inch after inch deep, deep into the she-wolf's quivering depths. She was so tight! So slick and wet. With an almost puppyish whine, quite out-of-character for the muscular fox demon, he buried his muzzle in the fur of Ammy's neck, panting hard as he just held himself there, buried balls-deep in the clenching, quivering quim of a goddess in mortal shape. Tamati didn't have long to hold himself in that position, savoring the exquisite sensations of Ammy's channel gripping him, before Ammy herself began to move, hunching herself back against him with needy eagerness. She whined plaintively, and Tamati realized that he was being selfish. She was just as needy as him, needed it just as badly, and he was denying her what she needed by his inaction. Immediately Tamati started to move his hips, panting as his balls impacted with Ammy's, slowly at first, but then gradually picking up his pace. She thrust back in time with his own thrusts, letting him build up speed at his own rate, not rushing him, but not letting him neglect her again either. Ammy wanted this to last as much as Tamati did. Minutes passed, their slow lovemaking a tender, beautiful sight on the sun-dappled green hill before the shrine, so unlike anything between mere animals. Both canids, demonic and divine, panted in passion as they exulted in the sweet sensations washing over them, just basking in the sheer joy of being alive at that moment. But then something changed. Ammy looked over her shoulder at Tamati, grinning her wolfish smile, before she clenched down on him, so firm and so tight that Tamati couldn't keep up his gentle, loving pace any more. His glowing red eyes met her dark, endless orbs, and he realized what she was doing. Ammy was challenging him, daring him to use her, a glorious, divine goddess, like a true she-wolf! Was he male enough for such a challenge? Tamati grinned toothily as he considered the question for only a moment. Oooh yeah! Thrust! "Hoooooowl!" wailed Ammy in pleasure, her head snapping back, only to have the back of her neck seized tightly by Tamati's powerful jaws, his hips starting to pound her now, loud, wet squelching and meaty thumps filling the air as his balls slapped her inner thighs, the fur of his testicles getting soaked by the she-wolf's copious juices. Tamati didn't hold back the deep, masculine growls and grunts that escaped his throat as he plundered Ammy's sweet treasure for his own pleasures, holding nothing back as his hips became a blur, his black-fire tails lashing behind and all around them both, trailed streamers of dark light like will-o-wisps. Without warning, suddenly Ammy was cumming, screaming in a voice that was at once wolf and human, and Tamati was crying out as well, releasing Ammy's neck to lift his head upward, joining her now in a wild, feral howl to the sun above as he filled her with his copious, fertile seed, his whole body jerking in hard spasms as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. His cock still spurting, gushing within Ammy, Tamati felt his knot lock into place, and his instincts took over as he lifted his leg, turning so that his rump and hers were pressed together. Ammy whined in pleasure, tugging against Tamati's cock as he held her by his mighty demon shaft, clenching her inner muscles in waves in a combination of willful eagerness to coax more cum from him, and the spasms of orgasm-induced pleasure. It was almost sunset when Tamati's knot softened enough to let him pop free of Ammy's well-stretched, deeply flushed and thoroughly bred cunny, their time until that point spent in rubbing their bodies against each other, sharing the pleasure that each new sensation brought. As he did so, he stood there, panting, his shaft slowly retreating back into his sheath. He turned when he had recovered enough, facing her with a smile, which she returned. But Ammy wasn't finished yet it seemed, for as Tamati took a step towards her, eager to stroke his muzzle against hers, perhaps to share as close to a kiss as they could manage in their present shapes, she turned away from him, and then rolled over onto her back. Her legs splayed out, baring her cunny to him once more, and Tamati couldn't help but rise to the occasion yet again, his cock hardening instantly with supernatural virility. He mounted her like a human, face-to-face, feeling Ammy lick the underside of his neck and chest as he thrust deep, deep into her pulsing pussy, moaning deeply at the sensation of filling her up once more. His hips were moving, paws set against the ground, and the feelings were more than Tamati could bear, losing himself in the moment as he worked his shaft, pounding her as Ammy yelped in pleasure, her legs splayed out on either side of Tamati's body. He almost didn't notice how he was resting hands on the grass on either side of Ammy's head rather than paws, proper plantigrade knees nudging her pert rump as he thrust downward into her, the change having happened so smoothly, so completely, that it had nearly passed his notice. Tamati wasn't the only one who was changing. As he looked down at Ammy, he pressed his muzzle against hers, sharing a wild, needy kiss, their tongues meeting, dueling, her white-furred legs and arms wrapping around his body, clasping him to her as she squealed in delight, the sound muffled by their kiss. Feeling her body tightening down on him, losing its stretched state with her change in the same way that Tamati's body had healed after the battle, Tamati arched his back, his head lifting as he cried out in pleasure, his hips starting to thrust even harder into that perfect, virgin tightness. It was too much! His muzzle swung down at the last, just as his orgasm hit, blasting all his senses, and his lips met the smooth-skinned ones of Amateratsu, the goddess, who cried out in divine pleasure, her smooth white body shining with the light of the sun itself, engulfing Tamati in its rays. When Tamati came to himself, he was lying on the same hillside, not far from the shrine where he'd been meditating. His position was only a few feet from where he'd been when he'd begun his spiritual journey through time and space. The nine-tailed fox demon's body was naked, of course, with the Lightning Strike driven into the ground only a short distance away. He stood slowly, stretching his back at the soreness that lingered from his recent exertions, and grinned at a passing tour group of Japanese schoolgirls, making them blush and giggle before he stepped into some bushes to dress himself. Amateratsu was whole once more, Tamati knew. When her power had been restored, she had sent him back to his time, setting all things back into their proper order. As he walked down the path from the shrine, heading back towards the city that had once been a village, however, Tamati had to wonder about something that teased at the back of his mind: he had cum into Amateratsu while she had been fully fertile. What had become of the children of their union? Perhaps he would never know. Letting his thoughts of the past slide into memory, Tamati made his way back into the city, his tails swaying around him, their tips shining with dark fire in the fading light of dusk. Tamati belongs to me [![avatar?user=49186&character=0&clevel=2](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/avatar?user=49186&character=0&clevel=2) tamati the nine tailed fox](https://tamati-the-nine-tailed-fox.sofurry.com/) Amateratsu belongs to capcom Written by [![avatar?user=254&character=0&clevel=2](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/avatar?user=254&character=0&clevel=2) Gideon Kalve Jarvis](https://gideon-kalve-jarvis.sofurry.com/)
Axe and Moss: closer than twins by The_Snow_Wolf	#5 of Axe and Moss This is a story where you should read the tags before you read the story, other than that you will have to read the story to find out - My name is Josh, Josh Axe and this is the story of a set of twins, husky twins who got just a little bit too curious. My brother Max and I were	[ "Anal", "Bathroom", "Cub", "Gay", "Husky", "Incest", "M/M", "Oral", "Twincest", "Underage", "Wolf" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/464467-axe-and-moss-closer-than-twins	My name is Josh, Josh Axe and this is the story of a set of twins, husky twins who got just a little bit too curious. My brother Max and I were adopted by our fathers, Blake and George, when we were little more than infants, our biological parents had abandoned us at an early age in a run down old orphanage, we spent two years in that hell hole until a large brown wolf and a pure white husky came in and saw us, they saw our rare fur coloring, I am blue, Max is purple, and could see that we were outcasts because of it, people were scared of the freakishly colored twins, and in five minutes they had us in the car on the way home, just like that we had parents. Growing up an Axe was an amazing experience, our dads were so kind and caring and loving, every morning when we got up out of bed there they were, smiling at us, petting us on the head and feeding us breakfast, we meant the world to them and they meant the world to us, we were exactly what a family was supposed to be. One day a huge dark grey wolf walked through the door, or should I say stormed in through the door, he took one look around, saw George and dragged him to the bedroom, we had never been so scared in our lives, we were frozen on the spot until we heard George howling, we didn't know what we could do but we had to save our dad, so we ran to the bedroom and burst through the door yelling our little battle cries, what we saw when we entered was far from what we expected, there was dad, sitting on the lap of the big dark wolf, kissing him, and we saw that there was something coming out of the dark wolf's lap I to dads tailhole, the big dark wolf turned to us and in as icy a voice as anyone could ever manage he said "close the door and leave." Well needless to say we ran to our bedroom and fell asleep in a pool of our own tears, desperately clutching one another. In the morning we woke up and saw the state we were in, our fur was all stuck together from the tears and our chests were soaked with pee, Max had wet the bed again. He looked at me and he started laughing "you look funny like that" I got so mad at him and I screamed "this is your fault you big baby, why do you have to be such a bed wetter!" At that he looked at me with tears in his eyes and I knew I had gone too far. "I'm sorry Max I didn't mean it!" I cried but he had already started crying, he turned to me and said "no you're right, I made this mess and our dads always say that we should clean our own messes so I will" he started to lick me up and down, getting all the pee out of my fur and all the tears off of my face, in a few minutes I was only wet with saliva but when I looked down my penis had started coming out of its sheathe and it was wet, Max saw this and decided that was his mess too and he started to lick it clean but it just kept getting wetter and it came all the way out of my sheathe, it felt so good to have him licking it and then I started to feel funny, all of my muscles started to flex and my back arched and then suddenly it stopped but I still felt so good but max kept licking and it started to hurt so I told him to stop and that we could just have a shower, we walked out of our room and straight into a wall of brown fur and muscle, dad had come to check to make sure we were alright but when he saw the state Max was in he just took us to the shower and helped wash us off, while we were in there he explained that the large dark wolf was Blake our other dad and that he can turn into that when he is in a bad mood, he also told us that a large golden wolf was also dad and that we should never be scared of either of them. The years went by and we saw a lot of our now four dads, it was amazing that we never noticed the different wolves turning up all the time before that day, it happened so often. And speaking of the events of that day, I soon began pulling my penis out of its sheathe and playing with it until it was hard, I wanted to feel Max's tongue on it again but he didn't know I was doing this, I would rub my penis with my paw until I got that feeling again, soon the feeling started to change, I felt pressure building up and before I knew it I had white goop coming out, it was salty when I tasted it and I didn't like it very much, it also turned out to be very hard to get out of my fur and I hated that, white on blue is just difficult to hide. The more I rubbed the better it felt and I started to let out little noises when I shot. One night Max heard me and asked if I was ok, I just didn't know how to respond so I pretended to be asleep. After a couple of months of this nightly activity I was getting hard at the littlest things and one night I got hard when Max and I were sharing a bath, he saw it and that's when things got weird. He saw me get hard and then he stood up and closed the door, locking it in the process, he turned to me and said "bath time is over brother, you should get out" I just thought he didn't want to have a bath anymore so I got out too, that was when he grabbed my hips and sat on his knees, he started to lick along the length of my penis before he took it in his muzzle all the way to the back. I gasped "Brother what are you doing? Brother please!" He stopped and looked up at me "What, isn't this what you wanted brother, isn't this what you have been doing to yourself every night brother, I've heard you, I'm always awake, I've been doing it too" he then went back on his way for a while before suddenly stopping, pulling off and sitting on the floor, he licked his paws and reached down between his legs to put one, then two, then three fingers into his tailhole and started sliding them in and out, his penis was bigger than mine and fully hard but he wasn't touching it, I started to rub mine but he saw me and called out "Hey don't do that brother I have another place for you to shoot, but if you want something to do while I get ready you can come and lick mine." I didn't know what was happening but I just couldn't stop myself I got in between his legs and I began to lick the length of his penis, it was easy enough to fit the whole thing in my mouth and I began sucking on his length, he started to rock his hips back and forth, making his penis go in and out of my mouth while he continued to finger his tailhole, he went faster and faster until he shot right into my muzzle and down my throat, his was actually quite tasty and I couldn't help but lick my lips. It was then that Max decided he was ready for his plan and he got down on all fours, he looked up at me and said "Well brother? What are you waiting for?" I didn't know what he wanted so I started to lick his tailhole, easily getting my tongue all the way in I went like this until Max called back to me "not your tongue idiot, the thing hanging between your legs" I started to understand what he meant so I got up onto my knees and shuffled forward behind him, I started to put my penis in his tailhole like he had asked me and it slipped right in, he made a sound at it and I had to ask "what's wrong Max? Are you ok?" That's when he explained to me that the sound he made was called a moan and that it meant it felt good, I put my penis back in and started rocking my hips like he had, making my penis go in and out of his tailhole, I kept going slowly until he moaned "Faster josh, go faster!" He didn't have to tell me twice, I went as fast as I could go for what felt like an hour but probably was only five minutes, we were moaning together and I was getting close to shooting, he told me it was ok to shoot inside of him so I kept going but just as I was about to shoot my knee slipped and I pulled out of him, shooting all over his behind. "Oh Max I'm sorry I didn't get to shoot in you." "That's ok brother but this time it was you who made a mess so your gonna have clean me up." I started to lick all of my white goop off his backside and when I got the last little bit he turned around and kissed me, right on the muzzle, he started to stick his tongue in my mouth, lapping at all the white goop I had in there, he took all of it and he swallowed it right there, then after another quick kiss he got up and walked to the door, just as he was walking out he said "Brother...I love you" and with that he was gone, my identical twin with the bright purple hair, the only difference between us. To be continued in the next chapter.
Omisa's life Shola Returns by Elis_Dragin	Okay everyone, you should know the rules, 18+ only or for those who think they're mature enough, can take resposibility for their actions, and are good at controlling themselves. This won't be the last chapter but it is my biggest :) Enjoy... It was now 3 months since the arrival of Omisa's brother	[ "Dragon", "Love", "M/F", "Masturbation", "Oral" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/10120-omisa-s-life-shola-returns	Okay everyone, you should know the rules, 18+ only or for those who think they're mature enough, can take resposibility for their actions, and are good at controlling themselves. This won't be the last chapter but it is my biggest :) Enjoy... It was now 3 months since the arrival of Omisa's brother Elis unto their world, and everything was fine. Drai still studying up on his spells, Olarnis discussing business with the council, and Elis simply enjoying his newfound life. A few evil dragons were still around but they would soon be dealt with, but Omisa would not help fight them again! But now, our current situation... It was a clear day, with the suns shining as brightly as ever, and the animals playing in the fields, galloping across the tall grass. They were not alone however, for Omisa was taking a walk though those very fields, enjoying the radiant sunlight on his dark scales. He knew how nice it was to bask in the sun but he had other matters to attend to, like getting the sack of food he was carrying back home. He sighed as he kept going at his pace, thinking about Shola and their first Yiss. In fact, that was their only Yiss to date; they never took on that act again. Neither did they meet up even to talk, mainly because Shola was busy with her own life, when she found out she had passed her education. He thought hard, as he walked out of the high grass and into the forest around their home, juggling that enigmatic question in his head. Will he ever meet her again? He arrived at the Acrolyte, his one true home, and went inside to see Olarnis standing against the wall. His arms were crossed, his head looking down to the floor as if there was something of interest down there. He moved his head up to see Omisa coming through the door. "I see you got the food." Olarnis spoke, moving away from the wall and taking the sack from him. He saw that Omisa was daydreaming, but the look on his face said something more. "Is there something wrong Omisa?" Asked Olarnis, snapping Omisa out of it. "Huh? Oh, it's nothing, I've just been thinking lately." Omisa said, shaking his head to bring him back to the real world. "That's not something you do often is it Omisa?" Said a familiar voice from the staircase. Omisa turned to see Drai standing there, leaning on one of the banisters. The look on his face was one that said 'I know what you're thinking of'. "Drai please quit turning everything into a joke." Omisa said, hissing a bit. "Well, you did say I should lighten up." Drai replied, smiling at his joke. "Right, that does it." Omisa began to hurl himself at Drai but was intervened by Olarnis, which pushed him back and toppled Drai to the floor. Olarnis spoke out from the pile of Dracious that now lay there. "Grrr, I had enough of you two fighting like this, you're adults now!" He said, struggling to get to his feet, pulling Omisa up with him. "Then tell Drai to SHUT UP, I don't need his silly jokes right now. I've got a lot on my mind. The last thing I need is any chrek from him." He shouted harshly, bursting into tears and storming past everyone to go upstairs. The last sound he made was the slam of his bedroom door. Elis had apparently just got to the main hall from the kitchen after hearing Omisa shouting. "Is something wrong?" Asked Elis, making his brothers heads turn to him, silent like statues. Olarnis eventually spoke the answer. "There is nothing wrong Elis, Omisa needs to sort his head out." Omisa didn't come down for tea that night, or even leave his room for the toilet or shower. Everyone was getting a bit worried now, especially Elis since they were closer than his other brothers. After all, they acted out in Yiss more times than any other dragon in the world. So Elis decided to go up and see him. He went upstairs and opened the door to his room to see Omisa on the bed, curled up slightly with his back towards the door. The faint sound of sniffing could be heard from the black mass. Elis went further in, closing the door behind him, and then Omisa spoke. "Hello Elis." He said in a rather upset and croaky voice. Elis was now looking over his side to see that his eyes were closed, one hand upon his muzzle while the other was wrapped around his chest. These signs showed a lot of stress and worry was on Omisa's mind. "Omisa, you didn't come down for tea. Is something wrong?" Elis asked, but Omisa just lay there, silent except for his breathing. Then Elis read his thoughts to see what was wrong, seeing that he missed Shola. "It's her, isn't it?" He said in a comforting way, pulling Omisa up in his arms to hug him. Omisa cried lightly, teeth showing through his maw, feeling happy to be with his brother but upset that he's not with her. He stopped crying a few minutes later, and then he pulled back from Elis, wanting to speak now. "All I want Elis...is to be with her again. To hold her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her heart against mine. But I don't know where she lives now...and I may never do." He seemed on the verge of crying while he talked but knew that it would not bring her back. "Should I sleep here tonight?" Elis asked, wanting to keep his brother company through this depression. "If you could Elis." Said Omisa lightly, and with that they got under the covers and fell asleep for the night. Omisa liked the company when he was down but it would not be enough, unless she returned to him. She awoke once again to the light shining through her window, near blinding her. She closed her eyes and moved out of the sunlight before opening them again, still slightly drowsy from the sleep. "I need to get a room with a North facing window." She said to herself as she rubbed her eyes, getting to her feet. She looked around to see the small mess her room was in now, with cups and wooden saucers scattered around the floor and some lying on the bedside table. She also noticed the wet patch on the sheets, remembering the small Yiss she had with herself last night. She smiled a little, wondering what her face looked like when she was being pleasured. She hadn't got quite used to the feeling and still cringed a bit from time to time. She thought about her friends as she stood there, about her teacher Omisa, about how he helped her. In fact, she hadn't seen him for months, making her wonder if he was alright and getting on with life. She went around the room gathering up the cups and saucers that were scattered, placing them by the bed to be washed later. She went to open the door when someone knocked at it, she quirked a brow at the wonder of who it could be. She opened the door to find a pink dragon standing there in the hallway, looking at her with worry in his eyes. "Who are you?" She asked, suddenly being grasped at her hands by his, as if he was beginning to plead. He spoke to her in a desperate voice. "I'm sorry if you don't know me but I'm a brother of Omisa, and I really need your help. He has fallen into a depression and won't come out of his room to even eat, just because he hasn't seen you lately. So, could you see him for us?" She had no idea that Omisa would actually do this, let alone fall into depression. She had known him as a kind and considerate dragon with loads of energy and a likeness of Yiss. She was worried now, what if Omisa really has done this, what if he kills himself because of this? She knew what must be done. "Okay then, but could I know who you are?" She questioned, knowing that in the rush the dragon forgot to introduce himself. "Oh, sorry. I'm Elis, Elis Dragin." He replied, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I'll be down soon, just let me to get cleaned up." Elis nodded, still in a bit of a rush since he sneaked out while Omisa was still asleep. If Omisa woke up and Elis wasn't there, it might push him a little too far into his depression. The shower room was empty; every other Dracious was in town or in a nearby library. She went inside and the water started to pour from the ceiling in a way similar to rain. She jumped a bit from the cold water but it quickly heated up and she was getting washed, her scales now erected to get to the skin underneath. She thought of what could have happened to Omisa if he was like this since yesterday, not eating or sleeping right or even going to the toilet. The physical and mental pain he must be in right now, it made her feel sorry for not being at his side, to help comfort him, to care for him. She nearly finished up until an idea crawled into her head, a rather Yissy idea. After all, there was no one here to see her do it by herself, but she tried to resist, the safety and health of Omisa being more important than he little act. A sudden recognition in her mind dispersed her worries, relaxing her suddenly, moving her hand over her sheath against her thoughts. She realised that this was Omisa's subconscious, the instinct to Yiss that she received as a gift from him. All her worrying set it off and now she saw that the only way out was to Yiss. She began to rub her sheath in a gentle motion, purring in her chest and the water helped to relax her, which was unusually becoming warmer. She moved her finger over the sheath, parting the lips of her genital slit, easing her finger in and out at a steady pace. Her insides began to react to the pleasure as she started to contract around the intruding finger, her own lubrication leaking into her orifice. She started moaning softly as the pleasure increased, pushing her finger deeper into her, and managing to stroke the Menjouri penis that lay in there. Menjouri is an ancient dragon word for 'false' or 'inactive', which means that the Menjouri penis no longer has the function that it would have in a male or herm. Dragons are developed with both sex organs in the egg, but one is usually left underdeveloped, except in the case of a herm dragon, so that the dragon is hatched with its own sex organs and not that of it's opposite gender. She moaned even louder, the pleasure moving her closer to a climax, the water helping to maintain a relaxed position but not as much as she would collapse onto the floor. She moved from her Menjouri penis, going to the top of her orifice, penetrating the walls of her vagina. She could no longer stand from these surges of pleasure and decided to sit on the floor. She started to snarl lightly, her walls contracting around the appendage that now lay in her. She wanted it to go deeper, to fill up every space inside her but her finger was not long enough to accomplish that. Her natural lubrication now leaked out of the slit, being washed away by the water, only to be replaced by more when she pulled her finger out. For some reason, she couldn't attain a climax but was so close to one as well, she just couldn't do it alone. Her worries got the best of her and she stopped for a bit, wondering whether this sort of stimulation alone could achieve anything. She really wanted to Yiss with Omisa, the way he was always Yissful but careful and always caring. The way he achieved such a climax so quickly but never denied anyone of theirs'. The love he had in his eyes when they acted in Pure Yiss, their hearts beating in rhythm with one another, the way they embraced one another from when he entered her to their climax. Then she shuddered violently as she achieved a climax, he finger now squashed be the surrounding walls, he cum flowing out of her orifice in a stream like manner. She moaned and snarled loudly a few times in tune to her contractions, finally falling into a deep purr as her cum washed away by the water, which was now cooling down. She smiled, knowing that all she needed to achieve climax...was a memory of the one she loved. Could she have been in love with Omisa all this time? Could they soon be mates? She sat there for a while, pondering those questions before she got washed again and exited the shower room. She caught the scent of her musk, a sweet honey like smell with lavender, which females usually gave off as a sex identity. She met back up with Elis and they set off to the Acrolyte. Omisa was not at his best, weak from the lack of food and water, which he himself had denied. He couldn't even Yiss because his strength had left him; it was like a second Perpetual Bliss to him. He knew that Elis left when he heard the door close, which woke him up, that and the absence of warmth in the bed. He could hear the main door open, the sounds of voices being heard but too far away to recognise. He strained his ear holes in an attempt to listen but he was too weak, so he simply lay there and waited to see what happens. The sound of steps on the stairs could be heard, light steps echoing slowly in his room. A strange musk was smelt by him, almost recognisable, like honey and lavender. A female? In the Acrolyte? He smiled lightly, knowing there hasn't ever been a woman in the Acrolyte, not since her... He stopped in the midst of his thought, wondering if it was truly her; did she come to his aid, to finally be with him again? The door opened, and low and behold, the same green scales, the yellow plates, and the recognisable blue stripes, it was all there. Shola was there. He almost felt like crying, knowing that his loved one now stood a few feet from him, the comfort of the thought warming him up inside. "Omisa, what happened to you?" she questioned shockingly, seeing the state he was in, making her feel like crying. "I'm...sorry...Shola, I...didn't...I couldn't..." He coughed a bit, not harshly but it seemed enough to have her move straight to his side. "Use your telepathy Omisa, you cannot talk like this." She said, the tears welling up in her eyes becoming more prominent. He told her telepathically of what forced him into this, that he was angry with his brother, that he missed her so much, and all he really needed was for her to be at his side. She burst into tears, embracing him strongly, which lifted him off the bed and into her arms. He wept lightly, loving the hug she gave him, finding the strength to return it. They sat there, together, arms tightly holding one another as if they could live if they separated. They calmed down and she moved back to look into his eyes, still holding him to stop him from falling. "I'm going to help Omisa, to get you back on your feet." She was smiling now, finding the courage to help him, and aid him back to health. He had to stay in bed for a few days to rest up, Shola sleeping very little in an attempt to help Omisa in any way possible. She, however, could not Yiss with him yet since he was too weak and it could cause him pain. She did bring him meals at regular intervals, starting with simple things like soup and porridge, soon becoming a balanced meal of meats and vegetables. After four days of her coming to his aid, he asked her something after a meal. "Shola?" "Yes Omisa, do you need something?" She asked. "Could you help me to the shower room?" He replied, her face showing a little worry on the task he wanted her to do. "But you cannot stand Omisa, you're still too weak." She said as she went over to him, kneeling down and placing a hand on his cheek. He moved his own hand up to hold hers, smiled, and then said. "I know. That's why you're going to be my walking stick." He said light heartedly, making her giggle a bit. "Okay then Omisa, I'll take you to the shower room." She said. She took Omisa's arm and placed it across her back for support, lifting him up by his waist, her strength making it easy to carry him. He moved his feet one in front of the other as they both left his room, making some attempt at walking. He didn't want to look helpless, he was quite a fighter and he wanted to do anything he could to overcome the obstacles that lay before him. They arrived in the shower room, the light reflecting off the white tiles of the room, making it rather bright. The water poured through the ceiling as they entered, as usual, cold at first but becoming warmer almost immediately. She stopped in the centre of the room, laying Omisa down on the floor in a sitting position, both of them erecting their scales to get cleaned. "Do you want me to wash you?" Shola asked Omisa. He looked up and smiled. "Only if I can wash you." He said, not jokingly but lovingly, liking her company more than ever now. She still smiled, knowing Omisa meant for humour but making it sound different. So they started to wash each other, both of them purring at the warm water and the massage they were exchanging as they washed each other. They occasionally tickled each other as well, laughing all the while, Omisa falling over after a strong giggle. Shola helped him back up and they continued, leaving only one place left to clean, theirs sheaths. Omisa looked at her with a similar sense of need, not intending it to be there but not fighting it either. "No problem Omisa, now close your eyes." Shola said softly, Omisa doing as he is told. She stroked his sheath lightly, hearing him purr, seeing he isn't reacting badly to this. She continued her gentle caressing of his sheath, cleaning out the dirt that gathered the whole time he was in bed. The pleasure started to rise in him; his sheath was now swelling and pushing into her hand, as if it wants Shola to continue to stroke it. She could see what was coming now, he was getting aroused by this and he hasn't Yissed for a good five days now. She caressed harder now, slipping her finger between his genital lips, which of course resisted since his peak of arousal hadn't arrived. He shuddered in delight as he felt the intrusion, leaning back on his arms to allow her to 'clean' it better, moaning lightly. She saw his member peak out from the sheath, slowly easing out since her finger restricted its movement. She removed her finger, allowing the member to pulsate in the air, moving only slightly because of the genital lips keeping it still. She looked at it for a bit, seeing that it was already clean, even after being inside the orifice for so long. Then she remembered that it only needs to be cleaned if he's Yissed recently, which he hasn't. He was breathing deeper now, the water rapping on his member he was finding to be quite pleasurable, wondering why Shola stopped. He was about to open his eyes to find out when he suddenly cringed in a surge of pleasure, his member now enveloped in a warm and wet environment. Shola had taken his member in his maw, sucking on it softly, tongue licking and squashing the member against the roof of her mouth. He never felt pleasure like this for a long time so it felt amazing to him, it almost felt like his first Yiss with another dragon. The pleasure was overwhelming, so much though that he climaxed no sooner than half a minute after she started. He roared as he reached his peak, his cum shooting into Shola's maw, which she swallowed before the next ejaculation. He never climaxed like this before; the semen he was saving up over the past days was giving him the best orgasm so far. It couldn't last forever though, as his spasms inside subsided, Shola now releasing the member from her maw and looking at Omisa, smiling. "I think you're clean now." She said. "Inside and out." Omisa replied, making them both laugh. They got up and dried off before she carried him back to his room. "I think I will go make you some lunch now, no Yissing while I'm gone." She said, smiling, as she walked out the door and down the stairs to prepare some lunch for Omisa. He was going to have to find a way to repay her kindness, a big way, and he had something in mind. The next day, Omisa decided that it was time he tried to walk again, so he had his brothers pick him up and carry him downstairs to the library. Shola stood a distance from Omisa, Olarnis, and Drai, Elis watched from a chair, eager to see how well Omisa would do in recovering his ability to walk. At first, Omisa couldn't even keep his legs straight, their lack of use made them feel like jelly to him. He persisted though, and soon was able to stand on his two feet. "Well, that's a start." Said Drai, happy to finally see Omisa back on his feet. "Go on Omisa, walk over to her." He said, stretching his arm out to lead the way to her. Omisa took a deep breath, and stepped forward...collapsing down on his leg, hitting the floor with a cry of pain. His brothers rushed over to help him but he refused their help. "No, please." Omisa told them. "I can do this; I just need a little courage to help me." He pulled himself to his feet once again, using a book shelf to grip on. He slipped now and then but was soon back on his feet and raring for another go. He took a step forward, almost slipping down to the floor again, trying to regain his centre. He took another step forward, not slipping this time but his leg shook violently, trying to cope with the weight put on it. He knew he couldn't hold onto the bookcase forever, so he let go and continued on, taking his third step. He wobbled a bit and nearly fell on his back, saved by his tail which now supported his weight. He sees he could do this whenever he fell, so Omisa decided to use it while he walked, rather like a walking stick. "Well done Omisa." Elis whispered under his voice, smiling at Omisa's clever discovery. Omisa kept going now, using his tail to aid him as he walked, now going much quicker than before. The position of his tail, however, was very awkward and it hurt if too much pressure was put on it. Whenever he fell and forced his weight onto the tail, he grimaced to keep himself from crying out in pain. He was doing very well, just a few steps away from Shola now; she stood there ready to catch Omisa if he fell forward. So he did, on his last few steps he collapsed into Shola's open arms, giving her a nice hug. He could hear the clapping of his brother's hands, obviously in celebration of his attempt. He could already feel the muscles strengthen, regaining the control that they lost before. Shola took him in both her arms and carried him back to bed, laying him down on his quilt covers. Where he fell asleep, a bit exhausted from all the walking, falling, and trying to get back up. It was now night and Shola couldn't sleep, apparently a little Yissy now, rolling around in the temporary bed trying to fight it. She eventually gave in and moved the covers off her body, exposing her sheath which was now a red-orange colour. She proceeded to Yiss herself when she heard a voice inside her head, Omisa's voice. "It's not like you to Yiss at the most curious of times." He said telepathically. "Well Omisa, it's like you said, it's better done and dusted then preying on your mind." She replied telepathically. "True. But the main reason I'm speaking right now is that I have something for you." "And this something is...?" She asked curiously, quirking a brow in the pitch black. "Come into my room and I will show you." She got up, still aroused, and walked out the room towards Omisa's, trying to keep quiet as to not wake anyone. She opened the door and found Omisa sitting on the end of the bed, making out the shape in the darkness. She moved forward, right next to his side, and surprisingly he stood up. She stepped back, a bit shocked that Omisa is standing in his condition. "Omisa? What are you doing, you're going to hurt yourself." She moved forward to grab him, hand moving in, but was stopped by his own hand. She stood briefly confused until his hand moved hers to his sheath, touching his member which has now exited the sheath. She smiled a little in the darkness. "I need your help Shola." He asked politely, a little care in his grasp. "Would you Yiss with me?" He let go off her hand but it remained on the member, stroking it slightly, making him purr a little. She moved him over to the bed, continuously stroking his length, both of them lying on their sides, facing each other. "Of course I will." She replied, giving Omisa a little lick on his muzzle, followed by her giving a light kiss. He returned the kiss, both of them falling deeper into the now elevating passion. He picked up the scent of her musk, knowing that she was aroused since she entered the room. Both of them closed their eyes, Omisa moving down slightly to position his penis on her genital slit. He telepathically told her if she was ready, she hummed a confirmation into his muzzle. He pushed his member into her, pushing straight through into her vagina, her walls now contracting softly around the intruder. Both of them moaned into each others muzzles, breathing heavily through their nostrils. The moved from a kiss into a locked jaws position before Omisa pulled a section of his length from within her. He pushed it back slowly into her, listening to the long moan she gave as the penis crept along her walls. After all, he did say he would repay her in some way. He moved slowly out and into her, resisting his own pleasures and fuelling her own, wanting her to climax first. She started to move her tongue into Omisa's mouth, slipping around inside his maw, finding it unusually pleasurable. He decided to do this as well, moving his tongue around hers, squeezing it lightly, and licking at the walls of her mouth. She continued her long moaning, breathing deeply between moans, now trusting forward to make the member go deeper, to fill her up as much as possible. Her climax was now approaching, her fluids leaking out of her slit each time Omisa pushed in, soaking part of his member in it. He was approaching his own climax as well, relaxing himself in hope that it will lessen the pleasures and make it take longer for him to cum. Shola's contractions sped up, rhythmically pulling the member into her, surprising Omisa and making the pleasure in him peak, his climax just a hair breadth away. He couldn't resist now, and with one last thrust, he pushed both their pleasures to their peaks, triggering their climaxes. Both of them moaned loudly into each others maws, breathing rapid and deep as they climaxed, Omisa shooting cum in her and Shola rhythmically squeezing his member now flooded by her juices. They calmed down after some time, a squeegee sound being heard from their sheaths as her fluids soaked them. The parted their jaws, looking deeply into each others eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the Yiss. "Shola, thank you." Omisa said, embracing his good friend, and Shola returning it. They eventually noticed what their sheaths were doing a moment later, both of them looking down to see what the noise was. The sheaths were moving! Only slightly, but it could be seen, the squeegee sound being made when the sheaths rubbed each other. Shola and Omisa were surprised by this, since they were both no longer aroused and yet their sheaths did not swell down. This is an uncommon event that occurs when two dragons who love each other deeply engage in a Yiss with similar actions to mating i.e. kissing. This causes the sheaths of both dragons to automatically rub each other after climax, showing that they are truly meant to be mates. The event of the sheaths rubbing isn't pleasurable but comforting since you have proof that you're with someone you truly love. They looked at each other again, smiling, and then pulled willingly into another kiss, showing they love each other. Omisa broke the kiss, ready to say something. "I guess it was meant to be. You and I are mates." He gave a smile, tears forming in his eyes, before he was embraced by her again, both of them crying their tears of joy. They had both found a love in their life and nothing was going to separate them. The parted again, looking at each other, seeing the others glistening scales due to their tears. "We're a mess." Shola said, making them both laugh. "Yeah." "Care for another Yiss?" She said, her sheath becoming red again. Omisa looked down, his member becoming aroused again, pushing against his genital slit. "Why not." He said, looking back at her. "We are mates after all." And with that, they knew they were now mates, but a whole life was laid out for them, all they had to do now...was explore it.
Streetwise, Part 2. by Wolfie Steel	#2 of Streetwise Streetwise. - # _Streetwise.Part 2._ ## _Written by: Wolfie Steel._ With the doc now gone from the house I begin my vigil of sitting and watching the Shepherd. After half an hour he begins to stir, his eyes finally open and he takes in his surroundings, he then sees me and instantly	[ "Bad Language", "Character Development", "Clean", "Compassion", "Doberman", "Fear", "Fox", "Gay Relationships", "German Shepherd", "Kissing", "No-Yiff", "Plot Development", "Story Progression", "Story Series" ]	https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/249556-streetwise-part-2	Streetwise.Part 2. ========== Written by: Wolfie Steel. ---------- With the doc now gone from the house I begin my vigil of sitting and watching the Shepherd. After half an hour he begins to stir, his eyes finally open and he takes in his surroundings, he then sees me and instantly cowers away from me. "Hey Daniel, it's ok, I won't hurt you. I don't know if you remember me from the alleyway, but my name is Jason....." The Shepherd's eyes suddenly get a look of realisation and he completes my sentence. "M...Main, yeah Jason Main, you...you stopped that Horse from beating me to a pulp, I remember you now" As his memories become ever clearer he begins to relax and slowly edges closer to me, he then begins to cry. "Jason, I thought I was gonna die, he had already stuffed my butt with his dick before you found us, but I managed to get away before he could pound me, well he caught up with me in the alley and that is when you came along. I can't thank you enough; my life and body are now yours" I couldn't believe what this pup was saying; he was actually offering himself as my bitch. I put a paw on top of his paw. "Daniel, I don't own you, nor will I force myself onto you, now sure I'm gay but Master/Pet doesn't fly with me, you are a free dog, when you are well enough you can go on your way and I will not stop you. But if you wish I will let you stay at my side, whether that is as just good friends or lovers is entirely down to your wishes, I mean yes I'm attracted to you and I would love for us to be together, but if you don't want that then I won't force the issue" The Shepherd begins to slowly sit upright but begins to wince at the pain, so I gently help him sit upright and then ease his back to lean against the wall. "Jason, I have no family, I ran away from my foster parents because I hated living with them, but then I ran straight into trouble" I look gently into the Shepherd's eyes. "You know that I'm going to have to call your foster parents to tell them that you are ok?" Daniel begins to get agitated again and starts shaking. "No Jason please, they will come and get me and then I will run away again, they hate me, though not as much as I hate them" Again I place my paw on top of Daniel's shivering paw. "How about you give me their number, I will call them just to tell them that you are safe, I won't let on where you are staying" At first Daniel seems unsure of this but then gently sighs and gives me the name and number of his foster parents. I pick up the phone handset that is on doc's desk and dial the number, after a couple of rings the phone is answered. "Whoever the fuck this is, you have thirty seconds to tell me what you want before I hang up" Now I can see why Daniel doesn't want to go back. "Mr Phillips, I won't give you my name or location, I'm just ringing to let you know that Daniel is safe and is staying with me, though from the sound of things you couldn't give a shit about him anyway" At that I press the end call button and replace the phones handset back in the charger. Daniel's eyes go wide and a weak smile plays on his muzzle. "Jason, I don't think that I have ever heard anyone speak like that to Barry, I'm impressed" I give a little chuckle as I reply. "Well he gave me thirty seconds to say what I needed to, and I managed it. Now I bet that you are hungry and thirsty right?" The Shepherd gently nods his head so I head off to the kitchen; I arrive back after five minutes with my paws full of snack packets and a couple of sodas. I set the booty down onto the work surface. "Ok Daniel, take your pick, then once you have had something to eat and drink, I will get you cleaned up" Daniel and I finish our snack fest, he then stands from the work surface and I lead him to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and then I wait outside the bathroom so that Daniel can shower in privacy. After his shower Daniel leaves the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Now that his fur is clean I can quite plainly see the injuries that the Horse has left him with and each one makes me wince, I know that if I ever see that Horse again, I will give him some injuries a la Doberman. Daniel walks into doc's bedroom so that he can dry off, while he does so I collect his clothes from the bathroom and then gently tap on the bedroom door. With Daniel's permission I enter the room, as I do I see his oh so glorious German Shepherd ass, my sheath begins to twitch but I know that if I take things any further I will destroy any trust that Daniel has for me, so I gently place his clothes on the bed and quickly leave the room. I head back downstairs to the study to wait for Daniel's return. As I sit and wait for Daniel, I hear doc return from the surgery. Josh enters the study and notices that the work surface is empty. "Has your friend gone home?" I shake my head and make my reply. "No, I have given him something to eat and drink, and he has taken a shower, all of which I will pay you for" The doc places his right handpaw on my shoulder and replies. "Jason, Jason, Jason, when will you learn, my place is your place, in fact I wish you would stay here instead of living on the streets, I mean, it's not as though I don't have the room, hell if it comes to it I'm even willing to let your friend stay too" In truth after the run in with Daniel's Horse friend, I'm seriously considering taking my friend up on his generous offer, but for now I decide that I will stay on the streets. Daniel enters the study and stands next to me, still fearful of the well dressed Fox that stands before us, I begin to ease his fears a little. "Daniel, Josh is one hell of a Fox, I would even go as far as to call him the Fantastic Mr Fox, well he is the doctor that helped me rescue you, so you can trust him with your life, and god knows that I do" Daniel slowly starts to inch a little further forward so that he is standing just in front of me, he is closer to Josh but still close enough to me to feel protected, oh gods the top of my thigh is brushing against the right cheek of his butt, pretty soon there is going to be a problem down below. Josh has seen the look on my face and knows all too well what the look means; he then lets out a giggle. "Daniel my friend, if I were you I would step forward by a foot or so, because any time now you will be feeling a Doberman's pride hitting the side of your right thigh" Daniel quickly turns his head to look at me and quickly steps forward. I hang my head in shame but then something happens that catches both me and Josh off guard, Daniel actually cups my muzzle in his paw, he lifts my muzzle so that it is level with his and then plants a tender kiss upon it. He then turns to Josh and replies. "Actually sir, I've never had a big strong Doberman looking out for me before, especially one as hot looking as Jas" Oh my god, his confidence seems to be returning in leaps and bounds; he's even taken to shortening my name, what is next, will he drop to his knees and blow me, I should be so lucky. I take out my well worn wallet and open it to take out my last bit of money; Josh gives me a disapproving look. "Jason, I don't want your money, especially when it's your last 20 pound note, in fact, a 20 won't keep you and Daniel in food and drink for long" Josh pulls out his leather wallet and pulls five 20 pound notes out from it and hands them to me, at first I turn my head away and refuse to take the money, then Josh speaks again. "Jason, either you take the money, or you both stay here, that's the deal" I let out a disgruntled sigh, but I slowly take the money from Josh's paw. As I take the money I place a soft kiss on Josh's muzzle by way of a thank you. "Josh, when I get some more money, you are getting this back, with interest" Josh just shakes his head. "That would mean that you are hiring your body out on the streets again, I would have thought that Daniel's experience would have taught you a valuable lesson, I mean for Christ sake, what if that Horse comes back again huh, you managed to frighten him off once, but I doubt that he will be that easy next time, please, just watch your backs out there and when you need more cash, come and see me" I head towards the front door but realise that Daniel isn't following me; in fact he is rooted to the spot. "Jas, please don't be mad at me, but I don't think that I can go back out there knowing that that Horse could still be out there, if you hadn't shown up when you did I have no doubt that he would have killed me" I now find myself with a dilemma; on the one paw I have lived on the streets too long to make the easy transition back to home life, but on the other paw I don't want to put Daniel's life at risk. I turn around and head back towards Josh, I hand him the money back. "Well Josh, it seems like you got yourself two house guests, as much as I want to be back on the streets, I won't put Daniel through that hell again I love him too much for that" Daniel rushes to me and hugs me tight while Josh takes the money from my paw. "Well god damn it, at long last, Jason Main's brains wake up and see the light, hallelujah and praise the lord" I give Josh a playful thump to his shoulder for his trouble, but in all seriousness I know that both Daniel and I will be safe here. I also know that it will take me some time to readjust to a normal life.